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Preview: Distract Me
🕑 Added 2024-08-12 19:29:13 +0000 UTCAnd now for something much less serious, a preview of a shorty I've been working on :) Characters are 18-year-old high school seniors in the throes of college application stress.
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“Hey, Jace. I was thinking I might come home with you after we’re done here. What do you think?”
“Uh… sure. You need somewhere air conditioned to work on your admissions essays?”
“I was thinking more of fucking,” I said.
Jace blinked.
“Fucking what?” he asked, like I’d forgotten some other verb at the end of the sentence that “fucking” was only there to intensify.
“You,” I answered. “Me. You fucking me. That’s probably the most accurate description of what I had in mind.”
Jace sputtered for a moment, and then the sputters became a few halting words. “What do you mean?”
I thought I’d been pretty clear, but I clarified further. “I mean, we make out until we can’t think straight anymore, and then you stick your dick in me somewhere. Anywhere, really, but I was thinking classic pussy.”
“…You’d let me do that?” he asked, with an almost imperceptible lift of one eyebrow.
He was still hunched, and his mouth hung in its usual expressionless shape, which I now suspected to be calculated. But his eyes were laser-focused on mine.
“Sure, why not?” I laughed.
Maybe if I acted like it was no big deal, his shoulders would relax, and he’d stop looking quite so much like a cornered animal.
“Well, no one ever has before,” said Jace.
“Yeah, I know,” I said. “Wouldn’t it be nice to not be able to say that anymore?”
Jace somehow drew himself inward even further. “Is this a pity thing?”
“Why, just because you haven’t done it before?” I asked. “When Mike Gilbert gave me my first experience after winter formal, was that pity?”
“No, but you’re, you know, pretty.”
“So are you,” I said.
He was, in his pale, scruffy way. The longer I looked at him, the harder it was to understand how I’d never noticed before. But he didn’t let me look too long before pushing his hair farther down over his face.
He changed the subject, swatting the idea of his possible prettiness away like I’d never suggested such a thing.
“And Mike Gilbert has a fetish for breaking people in,” he said.
“Yeah, well… maybe I do too.” I smiled, hoping to make a joke of it.
Jace just kept staring at me, like if he just stayed silent long enough, I’d give myself away somehow. I sighed and took my last, best shot at establishing some kind of understanding.
“Look, I’m not trying to trick you,” I said. “And I’m not in love with you either. This is, like, the worst point in time to start something serious. I’m just horny, and bored, and about to crawl out of my skin from all the pressure. I need to do something rebellious and distracting and wild, like, now, and you look good, and I thought you might be down. But if you’re not, it’s fine.”
I gathered my things into my backpack and stood up, genuinely scanning the room for other prospects for distraction.
“Jessi,” he called out. “Wait.”
