Dear Stephen,
I'm not sure when you will get this letter, or how it will be delivered. I'm thinking of posting it on your Facebook page after I change your password so you can't delete it. That way all your friends and family will know what an ass you are.
The reason I'm writing is because of last Thursday. Remember Thursday? You texted me that morning and said you were sick and staying home from school. I worried about you all morning, so at noon, instead of going to lunch, I borrowed Angie's car and got you some soup and brought it over for you.
I thought you might be asleep, so I let myself into your house. I tried to be quiet, but I soon realized that was pointless. The sounds coming from your room told me you weren't asleep, nor were you alone.
I snuck down the hallway to your room and peeked through the partially-open door. I couldn't believe it! There you were, laying on your back, buck naked, with my friend Sara straddling you! You were yelling out that you were about to cum and pulled your dick out of her just as you started to shoot your spunk on her back.
I was too shocked to say anything, so I just let myself out. I drove back to the school and just sat in the parking lot, bawling my eyes out.
Suddenly there was a knock on the window. It was TJ, your friend from the basketball team. He knew something was wrong and asked if he could help. The last thing I wanted to do was confide to one of your friends, but then I started tp get an idea of how to hurt you, the way that you hurt me... |