When I woke up the next morning, my underwear was back on, my dress was smoothed out and zipped up in the back, I was tucked in under the blankets, and my phone was plugged into its charger on my nightstand. I looked quickly at my drawer. It was closed. I had done none of this. Eric must've after I- Fuck! I fell asleep! I'm pretty sure we were in the middle of sex and I fell asleep. Kill me.
He'd dressed me at least, not left me... defiled for my mother to find in the morning. I sat up and reached for my phone. I had a text from him at 10:03 last night, minutes after I'd fallen asleep.
Hi hun, you fell asleep. You looked like you could use the rest, so I thought I'd get out of your hair. Call me, we can study at McD's?
I groaned and fell back dramatically in bed. Still, at least he wasn't totally turned off by my fainting spell. Maybe he was into Southern Bell's. Anywho, I texted him back that I'd love to and got out of bed, unzipping my dress to take a shower. I grabbed a towel and walked across the hall in my underwear, hitting the bathroom and hopping into a scorching shower that made me feel a lot better.
My pussy was deliciously sore from the deep pounding it had so briefly taken last night. About eight hours ago. My siblings and parents were still asleep. But in a few minutes, my brother would barge in without even knocking and use the toilet, even as I would screech at him to get out since I was, you know, naked?! And then he'd ignore me with a belch and make me grab a towel and scurry out of the bathroom, swearing in another language.
I would've just locked the bathroom door, but our bathroom door didn't have a lock. My dad wouldn't install one because he wanted to be able to sneak in on mom's showers and... surprise her. Yuck. Us siblings would always hear it, from anywhere in the house. The garage was the only place to escape it, but we opted not to since it was still full of packed boxes from when we moved months ago and spiders had taken up residence.
Besides my brother, I had three siblings. All boys. I was the second oldest, my older brother was in Uzbekistan studying abroad. The other two were about my age, eleven months younger. I had been one of two twins, but she died when I was very young. Leukemia.
There were no forbidden topics in our house, we talked about her sometimes. Her name would've been Genevieve. My parents had hoped she'd be an artist and I'd be a doctor. Though they would've been happy with anything we chose to do. Her death was hard on them. Doubly so when they realized Mom was pregnant again a couple of weeks before her death. Those were my younger brothers. Again twins. My parents had a serious talk about going through with it. Were they strong enough for two babies after losing another? But they decided in favor obviously. They say they don't regret it.
After my brother repeated this act of hilariousness I finished my reflection while pouring a bowl of oatmeal, dressed casually in shorts and a tank top. School day. The Indiana heat was just killing me this summer. I pulled my phone from my back pocket and opened Snapchat, texting friends some streaks and cleaning up my notifications on varying platforms. Like all millennials I had a significant presence on many sites like Twitter and Instagram, but also checked in on some subreddit's and /b/.
After screenshotting a greentext to show my friends my brothers both walked into the kitchen and the pandemonium of the day started to unfold. We all sat and showed each other memes, and after a while heard Mom and dad in the shower.
We left without saying bye.
School passed, I had all of my classes with Eric but we didn't share a table for any of them. Trying to distract him during class was impossible since he was reading. Not the textbook, he already knew it. No, now he was reading about something called super-radiance scattering. I didn't know what it was, and I had too much pride to ask him a couple days ago when he started reading it.
He was pretty distracting though, without trying. Just the way he sat in his desk, lounging back against the metal sheet that passed for a backrest. I was imagining it, I knew I was, but looking over at his crotch, which I'd felt through his pants last night, and I could've sworn I saw a bulge. Was he erect or still flaccid? I had a lot of trouble focusing on my Algebra test. When the bell rang (read: buzzed annoyingly) I went over to him, smiling sheepishly. He grinned and pulled me into his arms, kissing me senseless right in the middle of our classroom.
He still had the smell of third period gym workout, but not body odor. More like a... musk. I remembered that I'd forgotten perfume that day. FML.
He bopped my nose after he pulled away. "Hey there." He said with a smile, pulling my hand into his. I embraced it with my own.
"Morning. Look, ah, can we talk?" I asked nervously, wanting to apologize for last night. I felt like I had to, explain that it had been incredible, that I hadn't meant to fall asleep. That had to bruise any man's ego.
"Yeah sure. Later at McDonald's work?" He asked me, grabbing his backpack from under his desk. It had a patch on it that said "Browncoats don't die." I wasn't sure what that meant but it looked like it had some Oriental writing as well.
"Actually I was kind of hoping we could talk sooner? Before we go study, I mean." I said quietly, as the last of the class filed past us.
"Well... I've got a film club thing in a few minutes. You could come with. I mean, just this once. Have you sit in as a nonofficial member." He offered, starting to walk down the hallway, just expecting I would follow. I did.
"I don't want to make a fuss. I'll just talk to you before it starts, then leave." I said, more to myself. He shrugged in acquiescence. We made it to an unused classroom down the hall that he pushed open for me. I ducked in quickly. He started unpacking his laptop on one desk.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" He asked me, unwinding a cord and jamming it into a socket. I felt sort of embarrassed to say it out loud, even though we were alone.
