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Number One Girl

*warning for sexually explicit content*



I was his friend. Have been for ages. Way before he became famous and, to be honest, really nothing had changed. Well, maybe a little. But totally for the better.


I was what he liked to call his ‘regular’. Not very romantic, I knew that, but we didn’t really do romance. We did each other. He had a couple other ‘regulars’, random girls that I didn’t really know, but I was his ‘Number One Girl’, as he like to put it and he always made sure to remind me of that. I wasn’t sure if it was because we had been friends the longest or because of my killer blowjob skills, but whatever the reason was, it didn’t really matter. I was just happy to be one of the lucky ones, because that boy could honestly make me feel like no other. I did have other guys that I was with, never anything serious, but I would drop everything the moment I got the text that he was back in town. It didn’t matter where I was, what time it was or who I was with. When he summoned me, I came. In so many fucking ways.

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