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.
“Totally!”
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 Clyde ’s
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!
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