“You’re a Corvette because you announce your presence. In some ways you want people to notice you.” I thought of the funky clothes she wore, so different from what Lily and the Bribury Basics wore. Jane never wanted to blend in, and yet… “You don’t want to announce everything about yourself.Youwant to define yourself. Not let somebody else do it.”
“And Yvette does that?”
“Yes.”
She waved a hand in dismissal. At least, I thought it was dismissal. My mind was thinking about how great it felt when she moved with my hand cupping her. I squeezed her and brushed my thumb against her nipple again, and she squelched a moan, I supposed not wanting me to know how much she liked it. But she did press her thighs together, the sight of which made my dick all the harder.
“How do you figure I define myself? I’ve been nothing but a pawn my whole life. If that debacle in there today proved nothing else, it proved that.”
I pulled my mind away from how great her tits felt and tried to get it right, feeling like Ihadto get it right. Not so I could keep feeling her up (and hopefully get her hands on me, too), but because I could sense something in her. I wouldn’t go as far as to say she was vulnerable, but…a shield was down. Not down very far, and surely not down for long. But I knew it was my chance to take a shot.
“That’s the thing. Youknowyou’ve been a pawn in other people’s games, but you refuse to play. You’re trying to make the rules bend to your advantage.”
“That’s just playing their game, learning what they’ve taught me by example.”
“Maybe. But maybe you’ve got everyone fooled and we’ll all be playing by your rules.”
“Ha, I’ve got no one fooled.”
My hand slid down, regretfully leaving her soft breast, and I rested it on her belly, just above her mound. “You don’t think everyone is fooled about you not being a virgin?”
Everything about her stilled. I brushed my hand gently from hipbone to hipbone, not saying a word.
“Well, of course you figured it out. You’ve probably been with tons of virgins.”
“Fewer than you’d think,” I said, which was the truth. In my neighborhood, girls didn’t stay virginal very long once they’d hit puberty.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She nodded, but didn’t look over at me. I sat up a little, resting my head on my hand, my elbow on the bed, looking down at her.
“You want to talk about it?” Words I’d probably never in my life said to a girl before. Yet they rolled off my tongue pretty easily. I wanted to hear Jane’s story.
“God, no,” she said. She moved to cover her face with a hand, but I took it in mine and returned our clasped hands back under the covers to rest on her hipbone, her palm flat on her skin, mine on hers.
“Why the big talk about wanting to bang the prof? Talking about slut-shaming you, and that you’d been with other guys?”
She shrugged, and I watched as the sheet edged a tiny bit lower. “I never actuallysaidI’d been with anyone.”
I thought back. She was right. “No, you didn’t. But you certainly implied that you…had more experience than you obviously have.”
“It’s nobody’s business who I have or haven’t slept with.”
“You’re absolutely right, it’s not. But why the misdirection? Why not just say nothing?”
She turned her head away from me, and I thought that maybe she was putting the shield back in place. I squeezed her hand, but didn’t say anything else.
She turned her head back, but continued to look up, not at me. “You know that incident with Edgar Prescott?”
“Who?”
“That old guy at Betsy’s wedding?”
My body tensed just thinking about that old perv’s hands on Jane. “Yeah?”
“Stuff like that’s been happening since I turned thirteen and grew these,” she said, bobbing her chin in the general direction of her tits.
She had a stellar body—tall, but all curves. Though you wouldn’t know it with the goofy, baggy clothes she wore.
