This place was seriously gross. It was in the plateau, but not on the main strip, sort of tucked away in the middle of nowhere. Karine never would have known this tiny little bar existed if Cerise’s silly little band wasn’t playing here. It was so weird that Cerise was in a band. Sure, they were totally laughable and half their material was about Star Wars and other dorky stuff but still, she was in a band. Singing. In front of a crowd. A small crowd, a crowd mostly made up of the group, but a crowd all the same and everyone seemed to be enjoying the show.
Karine knew she could do better. She could read sheet music and she could play piano and her voice was way better; she would totally rock this shit. But Cerise wan’t terrible. She was wearing a short skirt and fishnets and Converse and a crisp white shirt with a black tie. She looked pretty good and she sounded ok too. A bit nervous maybe but she was into it and she was even jumping around and stuff. Every so often she lost her breath and couldn’t finish a line but Tom was singing too and he stepped in whenever she petered out. In fact, Karine wasn’t always certain if this wasn’t intentional. Their voices actually played well against each other and they had good chemistry. Cerise seemed to be quite flirtatious on stage, more so than Karine had ever witnessed in real life. She would join Tom on his microphone quite often and sometimes she played off of Lloyd and Jeff as well, shaking her booty at them playfully, pointing to them during their little solos, deffering to them when appropriate but taking center stage during the best parts of the songs. She actually had presense that stupid little Cherry angel. She actually really did.
And she seemed to know it. After the show Karine and the gang joined Cerise and her band-mates as they were packing up their van and Cerise was acting like the queen of the world.
“You were so awesome!” Terry gushed, gathering his little angel into a big hug, twirling her around.
“You really think so?” she squealed, laughing.
Everyone praised her, saying the show had been awesome, that they were the best band ever, that Cerise was totally kick-ass and she ate it up, giggling and blushing with false modesty. It was completely sickening.
“So obviously you’re coming on tour with us, right?” asked Tom, his nice white shirt rendered practically transparent from sweat.
“Well I mean, I guess!” Cerise laughed. “’Cause I mean it went well, right?”
“You can’t not go,” confirmed Terry.
“Yeah but I mean, how is it gonna work financially?” wondered Cerise. “I don’t really have any savings. If I was being practical I’d keep working at the bookstore… with Trista who, if there were any justice in the world would be the one named after fruit.”
“I love your name,” Terry smiled, kissing Cerise on her adorable little button nose.
“I love that you love it,” she giggled.
“I love that you love that I love it,” he countered.
“I love puppies and rainbows!” Jeff exclaimed, clapping his hands.
They all laughed.
“Diggedy!” Vani exclaimed, running around in circles. “Cerise is in a band! I’m friends with a band! I’m in the inner circle! I’m so cool!”
“So I guess now all I have to do is tell my mom,” said Cerise.
Cerise’s mom was hilarious, all super excited about having her three daughters at home for dinner, which was apparently quite rare these days. Not for the first time, Terry noted how attractive Angela was, for an older woman. If Cerise turned out this way, that was fine by him.
Cerise wasted no time and as soon as dinner was served - a healthy vegetarian stir-fry that could have benefitted from some meat – announced that she wouldn’t be able to keep her job at the bookstore.
“Come again?” asked Angela.
“You got a better job?” asked Simone with interest.
“Sort of,” confirmed Cerise. “It’s not really a job. I mean, it is, it does pay a bit, but not a lot. Tom says we’ll be lucky to break even.”
“Tom your ex-boyfriend?” asked Jules.
“Yeah, I’m joining his band.”
“Oh my god, that fucking nerd band thing?” Jules scoffed.
“Language,” said Angela in a sing-song voice.
“Sorry, that fucking geek band thing?”
“Yeah, that band,” Cerise nodded.
“Cool,” said Simone.
“Yeah, I guess that is kind of cool,” Jules begrudgingly admitted.
“Why does joining a band mean you can’t work at the store anymore?” asked their mom.
“’Cause we’re going on tour,” smiled Cerise.
“Oh, that sounds exciting,” Angela said.
“On tour where?” asked Simone.
Ontario mostly. We’re gonna play a couple low rent cons, our
nerdier acoustic stuff. But we’re also
gonna play in bars. We did a show last
night at this place downtown and it was totally awesome!”
Angela frowned with concern. “Aren’t musical types rather rowdy?”
“Oh yeah, we’re so rowdy,” said Cerise with a roll of her eyes. I just said we were gonna play at cons, mom, it’s not exactly Rock of Ages.”
“Rock of Ages is your example for a rowdy music scene?” snorted Simone. “You are so not fit to be in a band.”
“I know,” nodded Cerise. “But it’s happening,” she said with a shrug.
“This is so unfair!” whined Jules. “How come all the good stuff happens to Cerise?!”
“Oh yeah, ‘cause it’s so good how I have a stalker who got frostbite in our backyard.”
“So you admit she’s your stalker!” exclaimed Terry.
“At least you have a stalker!” Jules went on. “I don’t even have a boyfriend!”
“I thought you had several,” mused Simone.
“But none like Terry. None who give me flowers.”
“You’ll find one eventually,” Terry assured her with a smile. “Someone who’ll appreciate your true beauty.”
Jules sighed and stared at Terry with unmasked adoration while Simone snorted with derision and aggressively rolled her eyes.
“Oh my god!” Jules exclaimed. “I can take your job in the store!”
“But you’re visiting your father,” reasoned Angela.
“But I don’t have to! Now I can stay!”
“No, we can’t disappoint your father like this.”
“But I don’t wanna go!”
“Until you’re eighteen you have to visit him at least once a year! If you don’t want to spend the summer with him then you’ll have to go at Christmas!”
“You’re so mean!” Jules screamed. “Who’s gonna work at the store then?”
“I’ll give Trista Cerise’s shifts and I’ll find someone else to work weekends.”
“You’re so unfair!” Jules whailed.
“So it’s confirmed then?” asked Cerise. “I can go?”
“I suppose,” Angela nodded, somewhat indifferently.
Terry thought about how his parents would react if he announced something of this magnitude. Even though he wasn’t living with them anymore he knew they’d have more input than Angela. His mom would want to know every last detail about it and his dad would bitch about how it would interfere with hockey even though this was the off-season. Cerise’s family was weird. Maybe that’s why he liked Jules so much. Even though she was a whiner, at least she reacted to things in ways he could understand.
That night at the bakery was super fun. Everyone was way excited about the upcoming tour, and the boys said they might make the trek to one of the cons in
Ontario. Cerise sort of knew they were full of shit
since even making the journey from Jay’s basement to the bakery seemed to tax
them to the extreme but it was a nice sentiment all the same.
“I can’t believe you just joined a band,” gushed Sarah. “And now you’re going on tour? It’s so spontaneous!”
Janice nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I gotta admit it’s pretty wild. I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“I know, it’s crazy,” admitted Cerise. “I’ve barely even rehearsed.”
Jeff snorted in that way he had. “Yeah but who needs rehearsal when you’ve got natural talent, right?”
“Oh would you get over it, Jeff? Stop being such an asshole,” Cerise scowled.
“Yeah Jeff,” said Bernie with a smirk.
“Yeah Jeff,” echoed Lloyd.
“Yeah Jeff,” grinned Tom.
“Yeah Jeff,” said Jeff with a suppressed smile.
“Oh come on!” Cerise giggled and nudged him. “You’ll see, we’ll have the best time ever!”
“You make it sound like we’re gonna be selling girl scout cookies.”
“We could do that too. Whatever you want,” said Cerise with a straight face. “I mean, your input matters, Jeff. Your opinion is valid and your feelings will be taken into consideration.”
Everyone snickered and Jeff told her to shut the fuck up but before long he was laughing too.
“We should throw you a going away party!” suggested Karine with surprising enthuthiasm.
“Totes!” agreed Janice.
“Oh my god, so much fun!” squealed Furry Jenn, causing Janice to scowl openly.
“I was planning on having a party anyway, for my birthday,” said Karine, which explained her enthusiasm. “I was gonna have it on Saturday but since you guys are leaving on Saturday I guess we’ll have it on Friday.”
Everyone agreed this was a good plan and it was decided that Parisses Squares would perform at the party, as like a final rehearsal before their tour.
“Oh wait,” Cerise interrupted as they solidified the plan. “Is that ok with you, Jeff? I mean I wouldn’t want you to feel ignored or undervalued.”
“You’re such a fucking bitch,” he said with a tight smile.
Cerise laughed and called him an asshole.
“Yeah, Jeff way has a thing for you,” said Terry as he drove Cerise home.
“What?” she asked with surprise.
“Seriously? Cerise, don’t tell me you’re still denying it. I mean you guys were flirting hardcore tonight!”
“No we weren’t! What are you talking about?”
Terry didn’t think Cerise was lying. He realized that she was seriously this ignorant about her charms. She had no idea that when she bantered with guys like that it was flirting. Her cluelessness was so cute, but also super annoying.
When they got to her house she asked if he wanted to stay over. He agreed and they tiptoed upstairs in an effort not to wake her mom.
“Cerise, that shit where he calls you a bitch and you call him an asshole, that’s flirting,” Terry patiently explained in a whisper as they took off their clothes.
“No it isn’t. I was just tying to not let him get the better of me. You know, showing him I wouldn’t let him push me around.
They crawled into her bed, which was only a double, same as his bed at Vicky’s. He really missed the queen-sized he had at his dad’s place but not enough to move back in.
“Yeah I know, but that comes across as flirty. Trust me. Everyone noticed.”
Cerise frowned and turned away. She was quiet for so long he thought she might have fallen asleep but finally she turned back around and apologized. She said she hadn’t realized she was flirting. She was just trying to defend herself in a funny way.
“I know, I’m not pissed or anything,” he whispered, pulling her into a hug. “I’m just saying be aware. ‘Cause he’s prob’ly taking it as a good sign. So just watch out for him, that’s all.”
“Ok,” sighed Cerise. “It’s stupid that it has to be so complicated. I should just be able to be real and not worry about how my behaviour is being perceived.”
“Yeah I know.”
“I mean I shouldn’t have to change my whole fucking personality just ‘cause some loser likes me.”
“You don’t have to change,” he assured her. “Just be aware.”
“Well it’s fucking stupid.”
“I guess that’s the burden of being a super hot girl.”
“Oh shut up!” she giggled.
“It’s true, you’re super hot and everyone knows it.”
“I am not,” she said, muffling her giggles in his chest.
“So fucking hot,” he said, nibbling at her neck.
Her giggles turned to moans and he got to work proving why she’d never find a better guy than him. Or at least no one better in bed.
Karine was such a guy. Once she’d had her orgasm all she wanted was to go to sleep but Mike was still on top of her pumping away. What was taking him so long? Her orgasm had been real but she’d exaggerated the intensity in an effort to get him to come. Usually he didn’t last this long, what was his deal? Oh there we go. He sighed and rolled off of her and she immediately got up to go pee.
When she got back to bed he tried to snuggle with her but she pushed him away afer begrudgingly giving him a kiss. “I have to get up early tomorrow,” she explained with as much patience as she could muster.
He grumbled something incomprehensible and she didn’t bother asking him to repeat himself. She really did need to get some sleep.
Jay parked at BYC and he and Cassie climbed into the backseat. They got to business and were done pretty quickly since her curfew was coming up fast. He wrapped the condom in a Kleenex and ran to the dumpster behind the club to throw it out. Then he drove Cassie home, getting her there just in time. They kissed and he drove himself home and played about an hour of video games before going to bed. This was definitely the best summer ever.
What a relief to finally sleep with a guy who had some experience. Sarah could say without hesitation that Paul was the best lover she’d ever had. There was no awkwardness, no talking, just mutual satisfaction. He caressed her entire body, kissed her everywhere and went down on her with pleasure. She didn’t even need to tell him to use a condom; he came prepared. Sarah was so glad she was done dating nerds; Paul was way better.
Janice punched the alarm code into the alarm at work and led what’s-his-name into the manager’s office. It was totally gross in there, all smelling like sweat and melted ice-cream. This was gonna be so hot. She sucked his cock and then bent over the desk and had him take her from behind while she diddled herself.
When they were done and she’d kicked the guy out, she made note of the experience on her blackberry. ‘Did a dude in manager’s office. One orgasm, no help from dude.’
She put the alarm back on and took a cab home. She didn’t feel like taking the bus tonight.
There was a part of Shauna that wanted to sleep with Andrew Lester again. Not because it had been any good but because she wanted him to realize on his own who she was. But she couldn’t see him at
that night. Sneaking out of the house
was a huge risk and she didn’t want that effort to go to waste so she looked
around for someone else to fuck. She was
wearing her new clothes: jeans and a low cut, form-fitting t-shirt. She was wearing a push-up bra too and had
ample cleavage to show off. It turned
out that the only thing you needed to get guys was boobs. She could see a lot of different guys
checking her out, and she was willing to believe that at least some were
looking at her with lust.
She ordered a beer at the bar and turned around, facing the crowd, pushing out her tits. When her drink was almost done some guy came up to her and offered to buy her a drink. He was old, like maybe in his thirties and he had a receding hairline and a gut. But Shauna was in no position to judge. She accepted the drink and chatted with him about mixed martial arts, which she was practically an expert on after listening to Rod drone on about it forever. Or was it Bill who’d been into MMA?
“So you wanna get laid?” she blurted out when she was tired of his boringness.
He looked surprised but said yes and suggested they go to his place.
“Let’s just do it here. In the bathroom.” She didn’t want to risk ending up in some weird place far from home.
“There’s tons of people in the bathroom,” the guy said. “Plus it’s kinda nasty in there. You like it nasty?” he asked with a grin.
She smiled alluringly, or as close to alluring as she could be and took his hand, leading him to the washrooms. There was a line outside the women’s but not outside the men’s so she just went ahead and dragged him in. There were two dudes at the urinals and they looked at Shauna quizzically as she pulled her guy into a stall. No point wasting time. She pulled down her jeans, leaned over the toilet and arched her back as well as she could.
She heard the guy fumbling and soon enough his dick was inside her. She wondered if he was using a condom and realized she didn’t care either way. If she got pregnant she’d just get an abortion or maybe have a kid. Maybe she could sell it to some people who couldn’t have a kid. Or maybe she’d get a disease and die. It might be cool to have AIDS. Her parents would kill her but she’d be dying anyway.
Someone chuckled from outside the stall as the guy grunted and squeezed her ass. Like with all guys, it was over in about two seconds. She felt liquid hitting her back and butt and the guy graciously wiped her down with toilet paper.
“Sorry, I got some on your shirt,” he apologized.
“S’ok,” she shrugged, pulling up her pants.
The guy didn’t ask for her number and she didn’t offer. When she got home she quietly unlocked the back door and slipped into the house. Walking upstairs in the dark without making noise took about forty years but eventually she got to her room. The hair was growing back on her legs and it was driving her crazy. She wasn’t sure how long she sat in bed, scratching but at a certain point she realized her fingernails were crusted with blood and her sheets were covered in a film of dry skin. Her legs looked like they’d been attacked by a bear. Well, no more skirts for a while.
This was it, the moment of truth. The moment of non-virginity. Willy pushed his dick into Furry Jenn’s cunt and it was done. He was having sex. He wanted to scream with triumph but for Jenn’s sake he refrained. She was such a tiny little thing, so skinny like she was made of matches or something. He wondered if she’d catch on fire from the friction. She lay naked on her back on her bed, which was covered with a pink comforter and several stuffed animals. He stood at the foot of the bed, her ankles resting on his shoulders. He counted every stroke in an effort to prolong the experience but after fifteen strokes he couldn’t help himself and he pulled out and came all over her non-existant tits. She coyly dipped a finger into the jizz and then licked it. So nasty, so hot. Willy seriously couldn’t believe his luck. None of the guys would ever bang a chick this kinky.
“A megabop, bop, bop,” sang Vani as he rolled the dice.
It landed on eighteen and they all cheered. Rough Justice was saved! Karl described the scene ahead and Vani argued with Myles and Lee about which path to take. It was pretty obvious from Karl’s face that they had to go to the big satellite but Myles and Lee didn’t know Karl well enough yet to be able to tell. Just for the fun of it he gave in to Myles’ retarded idea and they went to the refinery on the second satellite. Shit was for sure gonna hit the fan and it would be kah-raaay-zeee!