296 Chapter 296: You’re A Genius (1/2)

The moment Kylie heard Fannie's voice on the phone, she said, ”Fannie, you told me that Ethan was sick. What was his illness?”

At first, Fannie said nothing, but Kylie urged her. ”Fannie,” she said, ”I am worried about him. I need to know what you know!”

Again there was no reply, and Kylie was about to scream, but then she heard the soft sound of Fannie's snoring. Kylie chuckled and shouted, ”Fannie, Fannie, Fannie! Wake up, you little bitch!”

Fannie awoke with a start, and she said, ”Oh, Kylie? What's up? It's way past midnight. It's almost morning!”

”If Ethan is sick,” Kylie snapped, ”then I need to know what's wrong with him!”

”I thought you didn't care!” Fannie snapped back.

Kylie didn't know how to explain everything to Fannie, so she made up an excuse. ”I just want to know if he is infectious. We slept together. If he has AIDS, I need to go and see my doctor!”

”It's not AIDS,” Fannie scoffed, ”but it will kill him…”

When Kylie heard this, she felt as though the wind had been knocked out of her. ”Now, you really have to tell me,” she gasped. ”We may not be together, but that doesn't mean that I don't still care about his well being…”

”Fine,” Fannie replied. ”He is lovesick.”

”What the fuck?!?!” Kylie hissed as she canceled the call.

Fannie stared at the phone in her hand, confused. She had no idea why Kylie had called her in the middle of the night. She had hoped to go back to sleep, but she realized that she was hungry, so she got up to make herself a sandwich. On the way down, though, she noticed that Nate's light was on, so she made him a sandwich as well.

Fannie was humming as she walked down the hall to Nate's room, but the minute she walked in, she dropped the plates to the floor and uttered a little shriek. Nate was there as she'd suspected, but he was spread out naked on his bed, and his cock stood up like the leaning tower of Pisa.

Not knowing what else to do, Fannie stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her. Before she made it more than two steps, though, she heard Nate calling her back, and as if she were in a dream that she had no control over, she turned back towards his room and began to walk.

Before long, Fannie was sitting beside Nate on his bed. She held his hand and dared not look between his legs. They talked for a little while, and then, before she realized what was about to happen, he pulled her closer to himself and ran the back of his hand over her breast. She was no stranger to sex, though, so she wasn't afraid. Over the years, she had played sex games with her older brother many times, so, when he came in for a kiss, she was ready for it.

She felt Nate's hands all over her body, but, as much as she enjoyed what he was doing, she needed it to end or thought she would die. ”Fuck me,” she moaned as she pushed down her panties. ”Fuck me,” she moaned as she directed his cock into her cunt. ”Fuck me,” she moaned.

After only a short time, Nate finally reached his orgasm. As he slowed down, he put his head beside Fannie's neck. He closed his eyes then, and just before he fell asleep, he whispered two words into her ear: ”Happy birthday.”

Hearing this, Fannie frowned, and tears welled up in her eyes. In his drunken state, he had mistaken her for another woman. As the tears spilled over her cheeks, she used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe her nether parts, and then she pulled up her pants and panties. She couldn't believe what she'd just done, and as she slipped out of his room, she decided to keep her encounter with Nate a secret. Of course, she wanted to tell Kylie, but after their conversation over the phone, it felt wrong.

Having nothing better to do, Fannie had a long shower, and, by the time she got out, the sun was just beginning to rise. After getting dressed, she freed herself a couple of eggs and took them out back so that she could enjoy the sights and sounds that morning brought to her. She had only been outside for a few moments, though when Nate joined her and sat down beside her.

Fannie turned to look at Nate and was surprised how refreshed he looked. ”You look well,” she said. ”I thought you'd have a hangover… You don't normally drink so much. What was the occasion?”

”It was a friend's birthday,” Nate replied. ”You don't need to worry about me, though. I never get hangovers. I have a question for you, though. Did you come into my room last night?”