Thread: Is that a girl? (Waffles and I)

How the hell could I have fallen asleep? He asked her in cocky manner, something that he had started to do to her on a daily bases nowadays. He meant no harm by it, doing it mostly out of aggravation with his own situation then with her. While he never mind being in the same bedroom as her on occasions when they where younger he would sneak into her room when her parents where sleeping while she was participating in this sham. Maybe it was out of worry for her that she might get caught one day, or maybe it was because his own self preservation because every time he wanted to fell her up like he normally did but had to look around or risk the chance of being seen can called gay. Ether way he hated seeing her in her male custom wanting nothing more then to strip her down and showing to everyone that she was indeed a women, yet he knew better. Resting on his lumpy twin size bed he laid on top of his sheets completely dressed in clothing for the day, having taken his shower late during the night by himself in an effort to get his mind off of his situation. His light brown eyes remained closed to the light that was slowly moving over his face indicating that it was indeed morning. Ever sense he was a small boy he hated the morning finding the sun so be irksome as it always interrupted his best dreams. Sitting up slowly he finally opened his eyes to see his Ivys almost hypnotizing green eyes steering back at him. Her eyes always seemed soft and peaceful, making him want to jump on top of her every time he looked into her. His hand slid from behind his head where it lifted him up slightly to gently cup her cheek before sitting up himself his soft lips pushing against hers as he took his first kiss from her that day. As they kissed he stirred in his bed slowly as he started to sit up his other hand grabbing her hips as he made an attempt to drag her into his bed with him. He stopped quickly though when his hands felt her baggy clothing realizing that she had already changed into her boy persona. Oh.. Your Iven already.. he muttered softly as he moved away from her slowly. He held onto her cheek though her face and eyes being the only female thing about her at the moment. So I take it that it almost time to get to class hum? he asked her softly before sliding off the bed and standing up next to her. Rodger stood at 62 a completely fit 210 muscular man he had to be since he was the star player of his schools basketball team. His hair was a dirty brown, at the moment slightly spiked but normally kept slicked down being sure to keep any strain from his face. He normally wore a tight fitting woolen shirt, or a lose fitted jersey that would reveal his impressive shape. Looking towards her he rubbed his hand through Ivys hair slightly before looking over to his dresser table where a light brown colored hat sat. Picking it up slowly he moved it towards her putting it on her to hide her hair behind it before kissing her forehead softly, then kissing her lips again. Tell me we got to go.. he whispered to her as he moved up against her pushing her against the wall as his hands started to undo her belt buckle. He was a sexually active young man always ready for sex no matter what was going on which normally gave him some problems.