Fake It 'Til You Break It
Girl’s smiling.
“When’s the last time you had sex?”
Her eyes shoot wide, quickly darting around the classroom before coming back to me. Her voice is low and squeaky when she asks, “What?”
I drop my pencil on the tabletop, twisting in my seat to face her better. “You say you’re not a virgin.” I lean in, speaking lower, “So, when was the last time you fucked?”
She studies me a moment, her green eyes slowly moving between mine. “Why?”
When I don’t let up, she inhales deeply, offering a hesitant, “Awhile.”
“How long is awhile to you, D?”
“How long is it to you?” she challenges, her attempt to delay.
“I haven’t had sex since the last time you watched it happen, and it feels like a fucking year’s passed. Especially now.”
A hint of confusion lines her brows before she realizes what I’m saying – she is making it harder.
Literally, though.
She fights a grin, looking away, but I quickly pull her eyes back to mine.
We’re in class, people are all around, so every touch counts.
“You haven’t given me much,” I whisper, running my fingertip down her jawline. “Tell me.”
She licks her lips, her focus deepening before a light chuckle leaves her. “You’re really good at this,” she murmurs.
Now it’s me who laughs and I let my hand fall. “I’m just sayin’, I think I deserve it.”
“Oh, boo hoo,” she teases, shaking her head, but then she must think for a long moment because she gives in. “Sophomore year and don’t make fun. Not everyone is the same and needs it the way other people do.”
I heard nothing after sophomore year.
Two years ago.
She hasn’t fucked in two years.
“When did you lose your virginity?”
She tilts her head, giving me a bratty glare that says it all.
That was her first time.
“One person?”
She nods.
“Multiple times?”
“Oh my god, Nico. Stop.” She looks around.
There are eyes moving around the room, but nobody is sidled up beside us listening. Mr. Brando isn’t even in here; he left Josie in charge and walked out.
I tug her chair closer, laughing when she scowls as it scrapes loudly across the floor and more people glance our way.
She smacks my arms, but I grab her hand, and she rolls her eyes yanking it back.
We get back to working on our assignment, a few quiet minutes passing, and then she clears her throat, admitting in a whisper, “Twice.”
We turn toward each other, and a light blush creeps up her neck.
I know what she assumes I’m thinking, how she’s inexperienced, possibly incapable of pleasing a guy, or at the very least would have a lot to learn.
She’s wrong, so wrong.
She’s an empty playbook.
“It’s gonna hurt when you fuck again.”
The head of her pencil finds its way between her teeth. “What makes you say that?”
“Two times, two years ago, and likely with another first timer who doubtfully made you come, and probably didn’t thoroughly stretch you out, too afraid to hurt you. You’re basically a virgin.”
I expect her to blush harder, pull away and shut this down.
She doesn’t.
She leans in, tilting her head up to mine, her long, dark blonde hair falling over her shoulders, and smirks.
My eyes narrow.
“Oh, Nico,” she sing-songs, eyes gleaming. “You think you’re so sly, don’t you?”
“What are you talkin’ about, Pixie?”
“This sudden conversation, the real reason behind it. The extra, obviously noticeable, pep in my step today.” She doesn’t let me speak, but straightens her back, and slides off her seat. She comes to stand behind me, drapes her arms around my shoulders and places her lush lips covered in a shiny gloss today at my ear. “You think I’m not as human as you are? You asked when I last had sex. Let me ask you, when was the last time you came?” she whispers. “Could it have been maybe last night... like me?”
When my chest rumbles, her husky laugh fans across my cheek.
She decides to kill me even more with her next purred words.
“Yes, Nico. I was pent up. Yes, fake boyfriend, I had a sudden need to take care of myself last night for the first time in months. And yes, baby, it was all. Your. Fault.” She embellishes every word. “Now, your jeans are getting a little tight, so stay in that seat of yours... or show the class what little, born again virgin me does to big, bold, overworked you.”
She pats me on the shoulder and walks to the front of the room. She doesn’t ask Josie’s permission, but snags the bathroom pass from the wall and disappears out the door.
Fuck me if my starved stare doesn’t track her ass every step until she’s gone, but as my eyes slide back, it’s Alex’s they catch.
He keeps his face neutral while I can’t, and an instant glower takes over. Slowly, he pushes to stand.
The little bitch grabs the male pass and off he fucking goes.