"Why are people so full of shit, Tom?" Julie asked. She was laying on her back, staring up at the stars. She looked like a goddess, stretched out on the hood of Tom's Oldsmobile, her eyes shimmering dreamily in the moonlight. Her soft hair lie fanned out beneath her interlocked hands and her swelling breasts heaved softly beneath her blouse. Tom lay next to her, admiring her perfection, and wrestled with battling emotions. Part of him wanted to jump on top of her and fuck her brains out - Julie had a way of doing that to you - and part of him was drowning in love for her. But it wasn't like the love he felt for Debbie, which was more of a romantic breed. It was a familiarity and kinship that he felt all the way to the core of his being.
"Most people are just bastards, Julie," Tom said quietly. "Everything they do is a lie." Julie could see the understanding and the love in his eyes, and she loved him back. She considered herself very lucky to have a friend like him, in whom she could confide her deepest, darkest secrets without any fear of judgemental reprisals. Without any fear of gossip. One thing at which Tom excelled was keeping his mouth shut. Gossip held no interest for him.
Julie smiled at him. "Why are you so bad ass, Tom?"
"Some people are just bad ass, Julie. Everything they do drips of bad assery."
Julie giggled and planted a kiss on Tom's forehead. Tom had to steel himself against the raging fire burning in his loins. He took a drag on his blunt and a swig of his beer to ease the pain. "You really shouldn't flirt with me like that, Jules. One of these days I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."
"Try it motherfucker and I'll rip your fucking balls off and feed them to you."
"Kinky. That's fucking hawt." Tom climbed on top of Julie and put his hands on her shoulders, pinning her against the car. Julie, not missing a beat, reached out and twisted Tom's nipple.
"Ahhh!" Tom cried, slapping Julie's hand away. "Goddammit Julie, learn anatomy and shit. Those aren't my balls." He hopped off her as she giggled at him. Tom smiled a little himself and tugged on Julie's feet, pulling her off the hood of the car. "Let's go get a burger," he told her, tossing the stub of his blunt on the ground.
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