Chapter Seven.
The next day at school is rough. A stark horniness sets me on edge, distracting me all day. All of this is so new to me. Am I really going to have to start masturbating every day to feel normal? That would definitely hurt my ability to be a socially acceptable, functioning human being.
Each time I get called on ends with a frustrated glance from the teachers. I’m completely checked out, the only focus possible being on those videos of the biker boy waiting for me at home.
Today’s outfit choice is a blue and white spotted dress to see if I can get another reaction from Ben. Unintentionally, it brings the attention of Jared once more, causing us to replay our walk down the hallway and him putting his arm over me every chance he gets.
Ben’s facial reactions upon seeing Jared and I together, or when just seeing me in general, get more obvious.
Anger. Jealousy. Hurt.
They all flash on his face in that order. By the end of the day, he looks like he’s going to punch something or someone.
I don’t know why he’s getting so worked up.
I’ve seen him and Tree together like this tons of times and I didn’t freak out…
well not outwardly. I keep myself in check even if it hurts or angers me at times.
He’s acting like I’m committing the biggest act of betrayal by hanging around Jared.
We’re all just friends so I don’t see the big deal or why anyone has to make drama out of this.
Hopefully we can sort this out before Ben’s graduation party. If not, maybe I’ll pull him aside and talk to him at his party either before or after everyone leaves. I don’t want our friendship to end over a stupid argument over nothing.
Jared walks me out to my car again at the end of the day. I scan the parking lot for Ben, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Jared gives me a big hug with a tight squeeze around my mid-section, pulling me fully into his chest and letting his cologne wrap around me.
Maybe I should explore this with Jared. He’s putting in the effort lately, and I’ll admit, I like it.
Plus, he’s not bad to look at either. I’ve always noticed how in shape he was but never thought anything of it.
He’s not a thicker, muscular build like Ben, but a lean cut, built for running with legs clearly displaying the power contained within them.
I mean, the guy’s calf muscles pop out with every step he takes.
He holds me for a second longer than he needs to, continuing to smile down at me. I return one back, getting in my car and he shuts the door for me like a gentleman.
“See you tomorrow, Charlotte.”
Rolling down my window, I reply, “Yeah, for sure. Isn’t it nuts? That this is all over? That we’ll officially be done with high school?”
He leans over the open window, folding his arms and resting his chin on them in a relaxed manner.
“It really is. This last year was way more stressful compared to the previous three. Too bad everything is ending right when it was getting good.”
“What do you mean? You’ve got this amazing scholarship for track and will be venturing out into the real world.
You’re nothing like me. I barely scraped into college, and I’ve never done anything special to be remembered for.
I have a feeling my adulthood is going to be just as average as my adolescence. ”
I end the statement discouraged, looking down into my hands lying in my lap, twiddling with the folds of my dress.
These thoughts have lingered in me for a while, but I haven’t yet had the courage to have this conversation with Ben or my parents.
I’m surprised I was able to be this vulnerable with Jared.
His knuckle grazes my chin as he tilts my head up. He lifts his head off his arms, eyes boring deep into mine. Wow, I never noticed the multitude of gold specks in between the bright green of his irises. The colors blend to create a beautiful combination.
“You are anything but average, Charlotte. You can achieve anything you put your mind to. All it takes is setting a goal and being resilient enough to discipline yourself into doing all that it takes to reach that goal.”
I smile gratefully. He smirks back, his eyes slowly drifting down from my own to somewhere different. My mouth. I bite the inside of my lip, trying to contain the urge to turtle up.
The pulse between my thighs beckons to me, calling me to touch it, feel it, delve into the wetness of it. Heat sears my cheeks, forcing me to look away in case he can tell what’s happening.
He chuckles, releasing his knuckle from my chin and pushes off the car, standing up while keeping his hands on the car door through the open window.
“My parents always preached that anecdote to me, and I believe that’s one of the reasons I’ve been so successful here. Even though they were a little harsher than most, it taught me that if I want something, I can get it if I work hard enough. It’s all about mastering your mind and body.”
He pauses and peers up at the sky. “Sorry to get all life coachy,” he says, looking back at me as he rubs the back of his neck. “If you ever want any tips on motivation or finding what you want to do, let me know. I’d be more than happy to help you.”
Why’s he so eager to help me? Does he really mean it?
“Thanks for the coaching moment and offer, Jared. I may just take you up on that sometime, but I gotta get home. I’ll catch ya tomorrow.”
A deep rumble drowns out the last of my sentence, pulling my attention to the road.
NO FREAKING WAY.
Ecstasy is tied to that man and his bike. I could spot him anywhere. It’s the biker boy! Holy shit! Does he live around here then?
Everything else in the world turns black as my sights pull him in.
He slows down as he nears the school parking lot and in slow motion glances my way.
My breathing grows faster, and I squeeze my thighs together, my body now trained to expect pleasure when he’s around.
If only that dark visor lifted up for a moment, giving me something to confirm he’s real and I’m not hallucinating right now.
But just like that, the motorcycle growls as he speeds off past the entrance and doesn’t look back.
“Charlotte? Charlotte…”
“Huh?” The rest of the world’s sounds return.
“You alright? You looked like you saw a celebrity or something. Did you know that guy?” He hooks his thumb over his shoulder where my fantasy just vanished from.
“Uh, no. Sorry. Just zoned out for a sec. Sorry,” I chuckle awkwardly as I grapple with my reality.
No way did I just see my secret obsession in real life. No freaking way.
“No worries. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Drive safe.”
And with that he turns and runs toward the track, ripping his shirt off in the process.
I stare at him through my rear-view mirror, mesmerized by the muscles in his back moving in tune with those powerful legs of his.
He’s not even in track shorts yet, why’d he take his shirt off? Did he remove his shirt for me?
I need to get out of here…
My parents are home, but I want it so badly, I’m willing to chance getting caught again.
To make sure they can’t notice anything, I check the back of my dress in the side-view mirror of my car to make sure I haven’t soaked through it from how wet I am.
The cloth looks dry, thank goodness. I chose not to wear underwear today for easy access in case I found time and felt up to pleasuring myself.
Turns out, not wearing underwear is comfortable.
Sounds like the commando way might be the way to go moving forward.
Their keyboard clacks echo from the dining room as they both furiously type away on their laptops.
They must have a tight deadline to hit. Typically, when I find them in this condition it’s a bad idea to disturb them.
So instead of saying hi, I give each of them a small side hug with a squeeze that’s returned with a small pat on my arm as acknowledgment.
Excitement builds as I dart up the stairs. This is perfect. There’s no way they’ll walk in on me with how engrossed they are in work right now.
Discarding my phone on the bed, I sit in my chair, excitedly opening my laptop at last. The biker boy’s page on Xypher is still pulled up from last time. Oops. I completely forgot to close it out. I hope dad never came up here to snoop.
That thought almost sways me to not do what I’m about to do, but then I glance at all the videos again and decide, screw it. I quickly lock the door, making sure to keep the lights on this time so it doesn’t seem suspicious.
Satisfied I’m safe, I gravitate toward the video of his arm and hand again. Veins clearly bulge out on his forearm and the back of his hand when he flexes. As he keeps his fist in a ball to show his strength, it makes me wonder how all that strength would feel inside me.
My fingers slide under my dress, ruffling up the lower half and letting it rest on my upper thighs. Two fingers trace along the inside of my thigh as I imagine they’re his teasing me and grazing against my skin but not entering right away.
My chest rises and falls faster with each touch. I rest my head along the back of the chair and close my eyes, fully allowing myself to dive into the fantasy. He heavily pants underneath his helmet beside me, eager for his turn to touch me.
I’m dripping onto the chair under me in unbearable anticipation, aching and breathless from the wait.
Unable to take it anymore, I thrust two fingers deep inside myself in one quick motion, cupping my hand to my mouth to prevent the loud sound that escapes from giving me away.
My back arches and my neck strains against the back of the chair from pleasurable tension.
It feels so good. So fucking good. I rarely swear, but it feels so right to say in this situation. I can’t believe how naturally swearing comes under these conditions, but fuck. There are no other words capable of matching the pleasure filling my body at my touch.