Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Yeah, can we talk about that?” He sways in his chair. “When you said everything, you meant-”
“Everything,” I answer his question before he finishes asking.
“Like you never sucked another guys dick before?”
His words make me blush.
“What?!” His jaw drops. “But you’re so… good.”
I exhale loudly, finally putting my word on the board. It’s not as many points as his, but it’s the best I could do.
He doesn’t look at his letters, still watching as I take my new ones out of the pouch.
“You’ve touched yourself before though?”
“Yes,” I laugh.
“God that’s hot,” he sighs and I laugh again before we’re quiet.
Can we please just get over this?!
“What about jerking off?” He asks, disbelieving. “Because you’re fucking amazing at that.”
“So you’re saying the sex wasn’t good because I’ve never done it before?” I tease, knowing that’s not what he meant.
I’m actually incredibly pleased he thinks I’m so good at these things, that it’s so good for him.
“I’m not saying that at all!” He shakes his head, his look still incredulous. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
Maybe I’m an idiot for being so truthful, but I can’t help it. Not with him. I sigh loudly, giving him my own look.
“I’ve never jerked off anyone but you,” I answer his previous question. “You’re my first kiss.”
His arm hits his letters, accidentally knocking them onto the floor. He doesn’t pick them up, and I watch as he stares at the board, his face furious and annoyed.
“You’re angry,” I knew it. I understand his reaction, because he realizes, once again, how wrong we are. How inappropriate the things we’ve done are. How young I am, with our nine-year age difference.
The next time he looks up, his eyes are tender and kind.
“No… I’m flattered,” he says. “Maybe a little intimidated.”
I give him a look and he bends down to pick up the pieces.
“It’s a lot of pressure,” he sighs.
“How many girls have you been with?” I ask, not really sure I want to know the answer.
He thinks, and I hope he doesn’t notice the way I cringe. Is it that many that he has to think about it?
“You’re the eighth,” he answers, like they’ll be more after me. I try not to think about his tone as my eyes go wide, because that’s a lot.
“Oh come on, it’s not that many,” he laughs uncomfortably. “Well I guess it is compared to your number… but you are by far the best. And I mean, absolute leagues away from anyone else. The way I come with you. It’s unlike anything.”
I laugh, also a little embarrassed and uncomfortable, wondering if he’s just saying that to make me feel better.
“You know, though,” he puts his next word down. “You’re the first person I’ve been bare with,” he shakes his head. “I’ve never not used a condom before.”
“Really?” I perk up.
“Yeah,” he laughs to himself, like he’s realizing this for the first time too. “But we can’t do that anymore,” he shakes his head.
“What? Why?” I practically jump up from my seat.
“No, not the sex,” he chuckles. “I mean not using a condom.”
“Oh, right,” I relax, my mind racing.
God how stupid, I can’t believe we didn’t use a condom!
The bell rings, causing me to jump again.
“I guess we’ll have to finish our game after school,” he gets up. “You’re going to stay after?”
“Yeah,” I nod. “If you want me to.”
“Of course I want you to,” he gives me a look, like why would I think such dumb things, as he heads for the door.
“Don’t be late to my class,” he smirks before walking out.
I run into Gracie as I leave the office, about to shut the door.
“What’s in there?” She asks, looking over my shoulder.
“Jo - Mr. Harrington’s office,” I reply, shutting the door until it clicks. “What are you doing here?”
“And you were playing scrabble?” She gives me a knowing look. “That’s… cute.”
I roll my eyes.
If she only knew.
“How did you know where to find me?” I question, looking down the hall. He’s standing on the platform of his desk, staring my way.
“Well I knew you had lunch and that you eat with him. I was on my way to his classroom,” she looks up and he quickly averts his eyes. I give her another questioning look. “From when I spied,” she laughs.
“Right,” I walk towards the classroom and she follows.
“Anyway, I was just coming to tell you that I got a ride after school, so if you’re staying after it’s no big deal.”
“Really,” I place my hand on my hips, curious. She blushes. “And who’s your ride?” I move to the side and lean against the wall, letting other people walk into the classroom.
“This guy,” she rolls her eyes. “His name is Dave and he’s a junior.”
I don’t know any juniors named Dave. That could be good.
“He’s in my chorus class and is really nice.”