CHAPTER TWO
The Letters
EIGHT YEARS AGO
Dear Jenna,
G’Day and Happy Holiday season.
It’s happening. Our first letter. You can now consider me your official pen pal.
And man, who knew letter writing would be this hard? This is my second attempt at writing something worth sending. I blame technology. Do you know how many times I grabbed my phone to text you? Until I remembered I stupidly decided this was a better idea.
I’d insert an eye roll emoji here if I could bloody use them.
Anyway, moving on. Sorry, this is slightly later than expected. Some stuff happened back home that I wasn’t expecting, and I needed a minute to focus on that.
I’m good now. You’ve just had Thanksgiving. A time to be grateful for the things we’ve got. Right? I wouldn’t know since we don’t celebrate it here. But I think I got the gist.
I’m thankful for you, by the way. My time in America may have been cut short, but God, I had fun while I was there.
Even my brother says I’m not the same kid I was when I left Australia.
And yep, he still calls me a kid. But he claims I’ve matured.
A little. I still love video games and still can’t hold my alcohol.
But maybe you’ve made me wiser. I no longer do things because it’s expected of me.
I’ve started thinking for myself. Focusing on what I enjoy.
Living in the moment. To a degree. And I have you to thank for that. So… Thank you.
How are you? How’s Cali life? Is Pen still trying to set you up? Did you get the part you wanted in that local production? Or was that last month? I can’t keep up.
Now I believe it’s your turn to respond, though I’m ninety percent sure you agreed as a joke and you’re currently laughing at my expense.
If you do respond, tell me the name of the park I got wasted in.
The night you had to walk me home. That way, I know I’m not being catfished. You can never be too sure these days.
I hope you have a great Christmas.
Cheers,
Jack
TWO YEARS LATER
Hi Jenna,
It always feels like too long between letters from Valentine’s Day to Thanksgiving. Maybe you should add in another one. Halloween? Or something during the summer. That way, it’s not a huge jump from one to the next.
Anyway, how are you?
Your last letter said you were counting down the days until graduation. Now you’re out in the real world, and I have no idea what you’re doing with your life. I won’t even know if you got this.
On that note…did you get my graduation gift before you moved?
I’m hoping it made it on time. If not, it was a care package for your new life as a “grown-up.” It included a book about being an adult, some Advil, and your special hangover cure, because let's face it, it’s going to be harder to bounce back when you have to go to work.
Oh and a link to a playlist for your adulting adventures.
How is adult life anyway? Got any auditions coming up?
Life here is much the same as the last time we spoke. The team killed it this season. And we’re favourites heading into the next season. It’s kind of taken over my life. I don’t have time for much else.
Except when it comes to you. I’ll always have time for this. I want to know everything. Fill me in. What does Jenna Brooks’s life look like now? Are you on your way to stardom?
I look forward to hearing from you soon.
Take care,
Jack
THREE YEARS AFTER THAT
Jenna!!!!
How are you? Merry Christmas.
How’s life back in Vermont? Did you go to the Christmas festival again this year? I’ve been thinking I should come and visit one day. I could deliver my letter in person. I’d love to have a white Christmas. Hell, by next year, I bet you’ll be able to send a private jet to come and get me.
Which brings me to my next topic…
You did it!
I can’t believe you’re going to be on TV. For real. Well, I can believe it because you’re one talented human, but I didn’t think it would happen so soon. You hear stories about people waiting decades for their big break. And you’ve got yours.
Am I allowed to know what it is yet? I need to make sure we’re getting it over here. Can you at least tell me what platform it’s on? Anything? I’m proud of you, Jenna.
Now for my exciting news…
Oh that’s right, I don’t have any. But my bestie is going to be a huge star. Does that count? And yes, I mean you.
Anyway, hope you have a great break before your life changes beyond your wildest dreams. I’m pretty fucking excited that you’ve got the Valentine’s Day letter this year. Your poem better be epic.
Talk soon.
Cheers,
Jack
PRESENT DAY
Jenna,
I’m going to assume my Thanksgiving letter was lost in the mail since you’ve never once missed a reply.
But if that’s not the case, you’ve got some explaining to do.
Was it because I asked about your Mum—sorry MOM?
Or is it because I laughed about your character being killed off in Piqued Interest?
It was phenomenal acting but she was annoying as hell.
Even you admitted that.
If it was none of those things, I’m going to need you to tell me what it was, because it’s driving me fucking insane. It’s making me picture all the ways I could get back at you. And trust me…you do not want to peek inside this mind. I’m not sure our friendship could recover from that.
Imagine you found out that I wanted to bend you over my knee and slap your bare ass until it’s red and raw, the outline of my handprint beautifully painting each cheek.
Actually, that wouldn’t be a punishment for you, would it? No, I have no doubt you’d love that. You’re probably throbbing right now.
The perfect punishment for you would be to make you lie face down on the bed, naked, with your glorious ass up in the air, your pussy on display for me. I’d trap your hands beside your head, maybe even blindfold you, messing with your senses.
Then I’d wait.
I might take my cock out. Make sure you hear my zipper sliding down. Torturously slowly. Leaving you to imagine what you’d see if I allowed you to look back.
But I wouldn’t let you. Because that’s exactly what you’d want.
You’d want to watch my cock slipping between your folds. You’d want to see your pussy sucking me in, taking me like the not-so-good girl that you are.
Sorry. That’s not how this works. None of this is for you. It’s all for me.
Because of that, I’d take my time, pumping my length as I watched you squirm, your pussy dripping in anticipation. And when I was ready, I’d run my hands all over your body, my fingers circling your centre, your clit, never once touching you where you needed it.
If you spoke, even so much as mewled, I’d stop. This is my payback after all.
How am I doing so far? Do you feel like you’ve paid your dues?
Personally, I think you need a little more.
How about I tease you until you can’t hold back from screaming my name?
Work you hard until you’re begging for a release.
Maybe then I’d finally lean in and slowly run my tongue through your heat, lapping up your arousal.
Maybe I’d suck your clit, give you everything you crave until you’re seconds away from soaking my face.
Then I’d disappear. I’d leave you for a minute before coming back and doing it all again.
Edging you.
Over and over. Licking, sucking, plunging my fingers inside you.
And when you can’t take any more, I’d…
It doesn’t matter, I digress. I wasn’t supposed to give you that insight.
If your letter did get lost along the way, I’m sorry for my outburst. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas. Got any grand plans? I’m having another quiet one this year but heading away in January. Me and a few of the guys are beach hopping up the coast. Should be fun.
Can’t wait to hear all about your next project. You were auditioning for a feature film, right? You couldn’t tell me the name but I think I recall it was an action comedy, and you were going to be a badass. The perfect role, I’d say.
Take care,
Jack