Taylor was right about one thing – she could use her mouth in practically any situation. She knew exactly how to use her tongue to make a guy see stars and moan up to the heavens. Every muscle in her mouth would contract in just the right ways and her eagerness – her slutty, slutty eagerness – was the cherry on top. She wanted this. She wanted me. Quinn Shen, the nerdy nobody, was her little pet, her little project.
But now the pet was owning her. Before I knew it, in my fantasy, I was pinning her by her wrists to the wall as I roughly shoved myself inside her.
“Oh fuck, Quinn!” she’d practically cry. “Fuck, it just feels so good. I’m yours, take me, please take me!”
And I would gladly oblige. Just as she was helping me with how to talk to people, she was helping me with how to fuck, offering up her body – the body every straight guy at school fawned over – to the nerd. It was our little secret. Our… dirty little secret.
While fucking her, I’d receive a text.
Hey Quin. i don’t know if this is a good idea. This is really disrespectful to her, don’t you think?
I stopped masturbating and my eyes shot open.
That was… really weird. I immediately grabbed my phone. No new messages. Was Morgan just inside my head now? Or was this just me trying to tell myself to stop fantasizing about someone I was tutoring? I knew it was wrong for teachers to fuck their students – obviously – but was it just as irresponsible to fantasize about it if it was peer tutoring?
Without thinking about it too much, I picked up my phone again and began to text Morgan.
Hello, Morgan. I talked to Taylor and I think we’re more on the same page now. I’m sorry I kept arguing back to you when we had our little meeting.
It was awkward as fuck, but hey, so was I. Send. A few minutes later, her response appeared.
Ok, thanks quin
Quinn. It wasn’t that hard. Speaking of, I pulled my pants back up, moment thoroughly ruined, and began to worry if I was some horny creep. I get the text was just in my imagination, but still, I couldn’t just bring sex into the situation appropot of nothing.
***
“I have just been going crazy lately. Three months! I have gone three months without getting fucked. I need to find some dick soon or I’m gonna fucking explode!”
I couldn’t stop my jaw from hanging as Taylor complained to Morgan on the drive to her place. Morgan shot a quick glance to my expression, and turned back to Taylor. “Um, yeah,” she mumbled.
“What? Weren’t you complaining about this yesterday too?” Taylor asked, her voice bubbly like I’d never heard. “Oh wait, did you fix it? Ugh, you didn’t just go back to Arin, did you? I told you he sucks. Great dick, but he is not worth it.”
Morgan shot another look back to me. My expression hadn’t changed. “Um, Taylor, we’re not the only ones in the car,” Morgan uncomfortably replied.
“Oh, what? It’s not like Quinn’s never heard of sex before. Hey, Quinn, you’re okay if we talk about whatever, right?” she asked me.
My mouth felt like cotton. “I, uh… I mean, talk about w-whatever you want.”
“See? Quinn’s cool if I act like myself here.”
Was that why she was saying this? Was this to set the tone for how she acted or something? If nothing else, it suddenly became a bit clearer why she was so very popular. Morgan insisted that the conversation be postponed and they complained about some teacher until Morgan was dropped off. The rest of the ride to the library was relatively silent.
Was this a sign? Should I move in? It was clear by the way she was talking that A, Taylor got to pick whatever dick – uh, guy – she wanted. B, she was not saying it to hint anything at me. If anything, she did the trademark “he doesn’t exist” shtick on me being in the car, only she somehow still managed to acknowledge me too. Impressive.
As we got to our regular table and sat down, my mind was ablaze with ideas. Should I ask her about it? Should I play it cool, or maybe be bold enough to ask if she needed help? Should I pretend I actually knew a lot about sex and subvert her expectations, or should I admit I was a virgin but was interested as fuck?
“Okay, so, permutations,” Taylor began.
“Huh? Oh, right.” I snapped to attention. “Yeah, permutations.”
Taylor stared at me for a few seconds. “You okay?” Her chipmunk face was twisted into a smile of concern.
“Uh, long day,” I lamely replied. “Lots on my mind.”
“Ugh, you’re telling me,” Taylor complained. “I’ve got so many things stressing me out I feel like I’m gonna explode.”
“Yeah, I gathered that from you talking to Morgan in the car earlier,” I admitted.
“Right, yeah. It’s not that Mrs. Jackson is a bitch, she just doesn’t get me,” Taylor began to complain.
Yeah, Taylor. I was talking about the teacher thing. We really did live in different worlds. Taylor’s world had her having sex… apparently, usually more frequently than once every three months. Hey, she was beating me by a lot. And it was so casual to her, such an everyday thing, that she didn’t even care about bringing it up in front of me, and thinking so little of it that when I reminded her after, she thought I was talking about something else.
I wanted, really badly, to be the cool guy and bring up sex bluntly to her. “Hey, Taylor? It sure sounds like you’re in a bind. Well hey, tell you what. How about after this lesson, you teach me how to have sex? You get some dick, I get to fuck someone before I leave high school. Win-win. Whaddya say?”
I wanted to say that instead of dumbly sitting here like a bag of bricks listening to her complain about her English teacher. Then again, ‘in a bind?’ Maybe it was all the better that I wasn’t opening my mouth.
“But hey, that’s English,” she finished. “Anyway, what’s on for today?”
“Right.” I sat up straight and looked over the textbook. “So, uh, you’re getting permutations, so let’s move on to combinations. It’s kind of like permutations, but not ordered. So, kind of like, if I wanted to choose two colors from a set of six colors, how many different combinations of two colors could I pick? Make sense?”
Taylor nodded. “You’re getting better at this.”
“What, the math? I’d hope so, it’s what I’m here to teach.”
Taylor smirked and shook her head. “At the talking part of teaching. I’m getting this stuff quicker.”
I shrugged. “Well hey, I bet that’s because you’re getting more of this stuff too. We’re both getting better.”
Her smile got bigger. “I guess so,” she replied cheerfully. I was rock hard. This wasn’t ideal.
***
“Son of a bitch!” Kevin complained as Father Gascoigne killed his character for the fourth time in a row. “This sucks.”
“You’re still playing it like Dark Souls,” I pointed out.
Kevin glared at me. “It’s a Souls game, you fuckin’ poop.”
“It’s different though. It’s faster. You have to change your gameplay style to keep up with it,” I argued.
Kevin sighed and shook his head. “This sucks,” he repeated, eyes glued to the screen.
I shrugged. “If the game is faster, you have to be faster too.”
“Quinn!” Mother called from the kitchen. “In the kitchen, right now.”
Kevin and I shot each other a look as I got up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen. Mother was there, preparing supper.