by Caisey Quinn
Confusion pulled at her features for a brief second. When I dropped to my knees, she smiled.
“I got distracted and forgot to eat my sweet girl before putting her to bed.”
Reaching between her bare legs, I tugged the cotton center of her panties aside.
She lifted her skirt, bunching it nearly to her waist, gifting me with a view I knew at least half the male population at school fantasized about getting to see.
The intoxicating scent of her arousal called to me, urging me forward as I dipped my tongue between her folds.
She tasted like rain and honeysuckle. Like the first night we were together. Like wild, reckless need and freedom.
Spreading her thighs with both hands, I savored the flavor of her sweet juices as my tongue lapped them up. Her clit was swollen and sensitive. She whimpered when I circled my tongue around it and sucked it into my mouth.
My cock swelled to full mast in my pants. I reached down with one hand, freeing it so I could stroke myself as images of her under my desk and riding me in my Jeep assaulted my mind until I was gone. Lost and drowning, my senses overwhelmed in a sea of Emersyn’s scents and flavors.
When I plunged a finger into her tight slit and she came on my face, another man, one I’d never shown her, took over.
I licked her roughly through her orgasm then stood, gripping her hips and turning her so her back was to me.
Pressing her forward, I bent her pliable body until her hands gripped the lower stair rail. Her skirt still bunched up, her ass was bared to me.
My hands stretched her panties more than the fabric should have allowed as I drove my dick into her from behind.
I pounded her tight, teen pussy, breaking into a sweat as she let out small seductive cries, noises my cock shoved from deep inside her. The slapping sound her ass made against me urged me to fuck her faster, harder.
I would feel bad later. It felt too good to stop.
I fisted her hair in my hand and she jerked backward. Unwilling to cause her actual pain, even for my own enjoyment, I let her hair fall free. Leaning forward, I reached around and squeezed her tits with both hands. Perfect handfuls. Perfect for my hands only. She gripped my right one, shoving it down to her clit and pressing my palm firmly against her slick flesh.
Knowing she was enjoying this, taking the worst of me and wanting more, sent me over the edge.
I came in bursts, one long one and two shorter ones, digging my fingers into her flesh so hard I feared I’d bruise my precious girl.
Once I’d emptied myself into her, I pulled us both upright and held her to me. “I’m sorry, Emersyn. God, I’m so sorry.”
I had come here to please her, to take the edge of her need so she could get through her day. And I’d end up bending her over in a filthy, dusty smoke pit beneath the stairs.
She deserved better than this.
Her eyes met mine and what I saw in them surprised me.
“I loved it,” she admitted. “I needed it. Please don’t apologize.”
She was telling the truth. I was too shocked to speak.
She smiled. “I love knowing I’m going to spend the rest of the day walking around with your come inside me. Our dirty little secret, Mr. Singleton.”
Her words nearly had me growing hard again. She kissed me on the lips softly before adjusting her outfit.
“I didn’t mean to…to lose control like that with you.” I placed my still soaked dick back in my pants and zipped up.
Remembering her need for aftercare, I pulled her into a bear hug. “Did you really like it rough like that?”
She blushed and nodded. “Yeah. Is that bad?”
“Fuck no. That’s fucking wonderful.”
She lifted onto her tiptoes and kissed me once more, deeper this time. “I enjoy your dirty mouth.”
I leaned down, biting her neck playfully. “I enjoy using my filthy mouth on you.” Speaking of, I needed to go wash up before my next class smelled her come on my face. I slapped her ass firmly. “Now get to class before I have to give you a detention.”
She giggled, but the sound was cut off by a door above us slamming.
Fuck.
My heart leapt into my throat.
I glanced up and saw a head peer over the railing. Short, light, sandy blond hair, definitely male.
I tried to pull her back beneath the stairs but it was too late.
Drew Echols stood there, his face slack with shock as he took in the scene before him. I started to step back, away from her. But I wouldn’t desert her like that.
“Drew,” she began before I could.
“My bad. Sorry,” he said before retreating quickly.
“He won’t say anything,” Emersyn said once he was gone.
But her words didn’t help. My heart thudded against my ribcage, forcing blood to rush into my ears. I wondered if this was what a heart attack felt like.
The bell rang and she regarded me warily. Probably wondering what the fuck to do now.
“This is my fault.” I rubbed the muscles pulling at the back of my neck. “We can’t keep doing this here.” Besides the fact that I’d probably go to jail, I didn’t want to tarnish her name and reputation with a small-town scandal. She caught enough hell from jealous girls as it was.
“Don’t worry.” Her eyes dropped to the floor as if she know her request was impossible. “I promise I’ll talk to him.”
She pulled away, leaving me alone and I stood there, imagining how much worse that could’ve been.
I used to be a smart guy. I used to not think entirely with my dick alone.
What the hell had this girl done to me?
15
Emersyn
“The pit? As in a back fucking hallway at school? Are you insane?”
I kept walking toward the student parking lot. Drew jogged to catch up.
“Do you have any idea what would happen if you got caught?” His strides were longer than mine so he cut me off before I got to the car. “They’d arrest him. On the spot, no questions asked. And unless you marry him before the trial, you’d have to testify against him. This is sexual misconduct on school property we’re talking about. It will make the news.”
“Don’t you think I’ve thought about this? Don’t you think I’ve mentioned this to him?” I looked up at the sky hoping an answer would fall from it like rain. “We’ll stopped messing around in there. I’ll tell him we can only meet there to talk.”
“Yeah right. And you think he won’t touch you? Kiss you?”
I looked away and he knew the answer without my confession.
Drew shifted his weight where he stood. “Well…what does he say about it? Is he looking forward to prison attire or what?”
“He says I’m worth it, worth the risk. So to answer your question, yes, he’s insane.”
Drew’s eyes softened. “He’s super hot and kind of dumb. Like your very own Jordan Catalano.”
“Jordan who?”
He huffs out a sigh. “How are we even friends?” I move to get into my car and and he pulls me into a hug. “Calm down, Angela Chase. I’m just kidding.”
I have no clue who these people he’s referencing are or why, but I do need the hug.
“Are you working tonight?”
I shake my head. “I have to take Ethan to practice from five to seven. Camille’s covering my shift tonight. She said she owed me.”
“She does. After Ethan’s practice over, come by the house. I have to show you something.”
“Do I even want to know?”
He chuckles lightly over my head. “Yes. It’s life-changing. I’ll order pizza from Tony’s.”
“With pineapple?” I glance up hopefully.
He tilts his head downward. If we were a real couple, it’d be romantic. “Yes, precious. With your weird pineapple. On your half.”
That night, after I’d taken Ethan to and from baseball practice, checked that his homework was done, and made sure my mom ate some semblance of dinner, I
arrived at Drew’s.
The smell of tomatoes and garlic meant the pizza had arrived before me. Drew’s mom was curled up in a blanket on the couch watching a rerun of Blue Bloods.
She greeted me then told me to help myself to pizza in the kitchen and that Drew was upstairs waiting for me.
I grabbed two slices of the ham, pineapple, and jalapeño I knew were for me and headed up to their bonus room.
“Drewskie,” I called out once I was up the stairs. “You up here?”
Opening the door, I stepped into the darkened den precariously balancing my paper plate of pizza and a soda in one hand.
Drew was on the couch with the television already on.
The screen was black with white typewriter style letters that read My So-Called Life.
I frowned. “What is this?”
“It’s only the greatest television series ever. Like ever. It’s a cult classic from the 90’s. Stacy used to watch the reruns a long time ago and I got hooked. I can’t believe I never made you watch it.”
“Until now,” I mumbled over my first bite of pizza.
“So listen, we’re going to fast forward all the boring parts about her parents and some emo stuff with Brian Krakow. If you can stay awake, we’re going to speed date all nineteen episodes in existence.”
I swallowed a sip of my soda. “Wait. If it’s the greatest show ever, why are there only nineteen episodes?”
Drew sighed. “Multiple reasons. For one, it was ahead of its time back when the only teen shows were after school specials. For two, the main character was like thirteen. So she couldn’t work all these long hours on set or whatever and her parents weren’t having it. Or something. I Googled it years ago. I can’t really remember exactly.”
I polished off my first slice and moved to the second. “So what’s it about?”
Drew stared thoughtfully at screen. “Everything. First love. Dyslexia. Alcoholism. Drug use. Abusive relationships. Homosexuality. You name it, it’s in here.”
I nodded appreciatively. “Okay, then. Let’s do this.”
Several hours later, sometime around two-thirty in the morning, we finished our abbreviated version of a My So-Called Life marathon.
I had thoughts. And questions. And concerns.
“Okay, wait,” I began once Drew had turned the television off and the lamp on. “It took Jordan like eleven episodes to even admit he knew this girl, much less liked her. Then he slept with her friend. What the hell?”
Drew’s brows pulled together. “That’s the point.”
“What’s the point? I just wasted hours of my life I’ll never get back and nothing is resolved. We never actually reached any kind of resolution.”
“Dysfunction,” Drew broke in on my ranting. “The fucked-upness of it all is the point. It’s adolescence at its finest. Come on, Em. You don’t ever feel that way?”
“What way?”
Drew sighed. “Like you’re waiting on your real life to begin. Like this is not at all what you expected. Disappointed, disenchanted, whatever, with the way things are.”
As he spoke, I began to see us as the characters on the show. Drew was a much more athletic much less flamboyant Rickie. Camille was a slightly more stable Rayanne. Ethan was kind of like Danielle, though I’d never tell him that. And I, I was Angela Chase.
Making Aiden my Jordan Catalano.
I was definitely never going to let Camille join his band should he ever start one.
“It wasn’t terrible,” I admitted. “And the back stairwell make out scenes were kind of hot.”
Drew smirked. “We talking about the show still or your actual life now?”
Leaning back on the couch, I wished I had some peanut butter M&Ms, but I was too tired to go downstairs to get some.
“I understand that part of it. Like when she knew she should put a stop to it but she just couldn’t. It was like she was living for those stolen moments and everything in between was just…less somehow.”
Drew pulled a pillow to his chest. “It’s like we’re all programed to love the wrong people, to only get a thrill from things that are bad for us.”
I got the sense we weren’t talking about me anymore. “Do you think you love Devon, Drew? Do you think he loves you?”
Thankfully he shook his head. I released the breath I’d been holding.
“I think I was in love with the idea of having someone to love. And I don’t think Devon Owens, or his brother for that matter, are capable of loving anyone right now.”
I chewed the side of my thumbnail. “Is Devon getting help?”
His voice was soft when he answered. “He has anger management class on Monday nights and counseling on Thursdays. He has to lie and tell his dad it’s extra lacrosse practice. He actually quit the team. His dad never came to games anyway. He’ll never know.”
“I am sorry that he’s had it rough, but I will never forget finding you that night. Or how you looked in the hospital. Or how afraid I was for those hours I didn’t know if you’d be okay.”
He scooted closer and put his arm on the back of the couch behind me.
“I don’t blame you, Em. I don’t expect you to understand why I don’t turn him in. I’ve realized what you and I have is a hell of a lot closer to love than what I had with Devon.”
I curled into his side. “I love you too, Drewskie.”
“So what about Singleton?”
My heart still stuttered at the sound of his name. “What about him?”
“This thing between the two of you, the thing he’s willing to risk jail time for. Is it love or what?”
Somehow in all the chaos of my life, I hadn’t stopped to contemplate this yet.
Did I love Aiden?
I cared about him. I thought about him constantly. I lived for the moments we spent together.
He built me a shed to paint in, bought me new clothes, and put chocolate cake in my locker.
I loved how he made me feel. Alive, cherished and cared for and like my future was full of hope and possibility.
“It’s complicated,” was all I could say.
I knew how I felt. But I also knew it was something I needed to tell Aiden before I told Drew.
Because even if the feelings weren’t reciprocated, I loved him. I loved Aiden Singleton, hockey player, high school history teacher, taker of my virginity.
Strangely, this wasn’t as upsetting as I expected it to be.
Maybe I was emotionally exhausted from watching so many hours of Drew’s cult classic melodrama or just plain exhausted from staying up so late. Maybe I was simply okay with this revelation.
I sighed and Drew laid his head atop mine.
His voice was a whisper when he spoke, as if he was as close to drifting off as I was.
“For what it’s worth, he either really wants to go to jail, or he loves you too.”
16
Emersyn
Saturday at the museum meant more filing in the musty storage room and more Jecca calling me Emily.
I got her coffee first thing in the morning, ordered and picked up her lunch from the deli across the street, and sorted what seemed like a month’s worth of her junk mail.
I didn’t eat lunch with Lindsey and Alexis when they dropped by the basement to invite me.
“Jecca says I have to work through lunch,” I told them. “Says I’m not here long enough to get a lunch break.”
Alexis rolled her dark chocolate eyes. “For fuck’s sake. We’re here six hours today. It’s thirty minutes. Those files have an inch of dust on them. They can wait another half hour.”
I shrugged. “Just not up for pissing her off today. I have plans after I get off and I don’t want to stay late for a lecture.”
“Gotcha.” Lindsey nodded, pulling her thick, red hair into a bun. “We’ll bring you something. Grilled chicken wrap?”
“That would be awesome. Here,” I answered, pulling a ten dollar bill from my pocket to give her. “And a diet Coke or something. I’m d
ehydrating down here.”
I thanked them as they left. Part of me was jealous that they got to work for Joy and actually spend time in the museum instead of being stuck in a dark, damp basement. But if I got the scholarship, it would be worth it.
To my surprise, it was Collin who brought my food down fifteen minutes later.
“I finished eating before them. Didn’t want you down here starving to death,” he said, handing me the clear plastic container with my wrap and a large styrofoam cup.
“Aww, thank you.” I took a long drink and sighed at how good it tasted. “I needed that.”
“You’re very welcome.” Collin’s eyes roamed over me in a way I was used to from Drew’s teammates, but had never experienced from him.
I was wearing Stacy’s black pencil skirt and a pink sleeveless button down shirt. I didn’t think it was too revealing but the clothes were still a size smaller than I actually needed.
Thankfully Aiden was taking me shopping later today. The clock seemed to be moving backwards since I was counting the seconds until four.
“Well,” I began awkwardly. “I’m going to work while I eat. Thanks again for bringing this down.”
“No problem.” Collin lingered, not picking up on the cue I’d sent him that it was time to go. “Hey, you’re from Elksboro, right?”
I nodded. “Yeah.” Turning to continue filing with the hand not holding my soda, I did my best not to encourage him to hang around.
“Cool. I live in Davidson. Maybe we could hang out sometime.”
“Um, yeah. We should ask Alexis and Linds when they’re free. Maybe we can all get together outside of this place sometime.”
Collin seemed sweet the few times I’d been around him. He was around my height, lean with angular features. I’d thought maybe he and Lindsey would end up being an item as they seemed to have a lot in common.
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, maybe.”
I offered him an apologetic smile. I knew what he was asking, and I wanted to decline as politely as possible.