Barely Erotic Episode 2

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“Well, I am not quite sure what happened but I think that it was nice.” Brad opened the new day about three days after the incident. In reality the two, even in class, inseparable as they had become because of the fact that Brad was an idiot and it was relatively clear by this point that Jen was a prodigy who didn’t belong at Basic College they stayed their distance for about four days. The awkwardness of the scenario was relatively clear right away simply because there was no way for it to not be totally awkward. Brad didn’t know how to take it and Jen didn’t actually know how to proceed with her own desires to experience this “sex” thing. Jennifer had also, being a hard “6”, acquired the interest of a few other males, one of which was named Chad.

Chad was nothing like Brad in the least other than their name rhyming; an upgrade in every way Chad was about the same level, if not slightly more, attractive than Jen. He had a winning smile, blonde short but sharp hair that blew all dreamy like in the wind, a good physique with the appearance of someone who at least gave some time to his body, and was 6’1”. In reality that one inch didn’t mean much but Brad noticed Chad’s advances on Jen, who had difficulty acknowledging Brad when Chad was around despite herself, and he felt almost overwhelmed by the reality of this Chad.

“I see,” was all Jen managed to respond to Brad as she sat across from him in the tutoring hall eating something rather snack-like. Probably those apple fries that had become quite trendy on the campus covered in a light drizzle of caramel, but of course since it was “her week” not that anyone knew that. That was part of why she didn’t proceed but also she felt somewhat confused since men paid her absolutely no mind for the first good two-decades of her life and all of puberty and now wanted to get to know here based probably on the merit that she was the smartest woman in class since she definitely was not the prettiest nor the most social. She was “captivating and mysterious” she overheard two men say, one probably Chad, relating to her. It made her heart beat a little faster to know that she was actually cherished though it was her vanity, not her abandonment by society, that was active and she knew it. She wanted to dominate, having awakened that within herself a few days prior with her bold and gusty move on Brad.

Brad just looked down at his book, it turns out he wasn’t as dumb as everyone thought, and though he genuinely needed the help he was starting to catch on and make connections for himself. After all even though he was bad at problem solving with unrelated or unknown elements once he got the basis he began to take off in his own right actually being able to answer questions with more than “duh?” and “huh?” giving fluid and well-thought responses. Brad was an idiot but there was something to be said for his formulaic type of thinking. He just pointed to a diagram and pushed the book slightly towards Jennifer who looked down at the book but kept her head high enough that she could see his face while he was focused on the diagram itself.

“Look, I see how this works, but I am having trouble with this equation.” He was blunt, and had no real humor or awkward dorkiness to him as usual, his darker skinned finger resting gently on the page. Jen took this opportunity to test him, as girls are often in that capacity, and put her white as snow finger right next to his bumping it slightly to “playfully” show him the way. What she didn’t realize is that her ineptitude with this kind of thing made her touch him a bit too long and he pulled his finger away, pulled the book back, smiled at her explanation and thanked her then got up and turned to leave saying “Thank you”.

That was new. Jen was stunned. She didn’t know what to do about this because not only was her experiment walking away but now she felt something new. Almost a sort of pain, if one could call it that, a gentle … yearning. It wasn’t love, no, but it was something soft inside of her cold, steel interior and she almost wanted to stop him but of course being cool and collected wished him well and let him go before digging back in to her fries because she was hungry and cramping and needed comfort for “reasons”. The two would experience the evening apart for the first time since the semester started even though they never did anything too flirtatious since both were rather oblivious even when they avoided one another for the most part these past four days.

The sun went down and time rolled on and Jen laid in her room talking to her roommate Marissa who was an Art major. Marissa was known for only one thing and that was fitting the stereotype of those thespians having a new sex partner every now and then even though the semester had barely opened. If it wasn’t some egregious talk about a cock in her throat at so-and-so’s party it was about how good she is at licking kitty; it was as if she had no shame and really while Jen never normally took her stories to heart lately they have been stirring in her mind. I guess a few weeks of exposure to this constantly would cause that plus walking in multiple times on her and her consorts. It was enough to drive Jen into a frenzy at first but now she was almost normalized to it and sort of just left the room to go do something else. But Marissa was a good source for this kind of thing Jen figured so she asked,

“Hey, uh, you awake?” Jen whispered.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Marissa echoed.

“I want to ask about uh… about guys,” Jen responded in a surprisingly sheepish manner as she heard herself.

“Yeah, dicks huh? You ever…” Marissa began.

“No! No… Not dicks, not yet anyway, uh… just interest. That’s all.” Jen was now sweating bullets and regretting her decision.

“Oh, you have your eye on a boy? Is it Brad? You two hang out so much that I figure it has to be him!”, Marissa said with snark, “You could do better than him though…”

“Well, let’s just say it’s my eyes on a boy, that’s fair, right? It may or may not be who you think it is.” Jennifer’s naturally cold stance on things allowed for her clearly busted state to remain hidden. If nothing else that was extremely useful though it only kept her out of so much trouble even in the past.

“I bet its Chad. He’s pretty good looking. But what’cha want?” Marissa sprang back.

“I need to get his attention,” Jen knew this would turn into a discussion of skankiness but honestly she sort of wanted to be skanky at this point in time for this purpose. After all her period gave her two more days to build up the tension before she went on her crusade renewed. It was, fundamentally, perfect in a sense for timing.

“So you want to show off your assets …” Marissa could be heard as though the Cheshire Cat involved in something sneaky and underhanded. She was amused to say the least, “I know exactly what you need …”

Brad however was staring at his ceiling quietly in the dark. Ben was awake playing Diplo 3 with his friends and probably some League of Lemons with his way-out-of-his-league girlfriend who went to Excelsior University about 50 mis. Away. Ben was whispering because he thought Brad asleep but Brad was tormented by the reality that he had not only gotten close but also had to compete against someone who was an inch taller than him and better looking and smarter and “EVERYTTHING!”, Brad shouted unexpectedly.

Without context Ben just looked over really worried at his bro, or pseudo-bro, whatever you call someone you’ve known for about 3 weeks and whispered, ”You okay? Nightmare?”

“… Yeah”. Brad was slow on the response but in reality his mind was missing the body heat and the lips and the closeness and really almost everything that sex promised him. He just lay there quietly remembering what had happened, his interest in various things had dropped to zero over that week, even pornography and masturbation, and he just sort of came home and went to bed. Ben wouldn’t know because Brad always pretended to be asleep when he was actually wanking but still, the point stands, something was definitely off in him and he knew it.

Ben went back to his game after apologizing and moved forward while Brad just put himself to sleep with thoughts of equations and other things. Tomorrow was coming but the last thing on Brad’s mind before he finally succumbed at 12:04am was one word:

Almost.