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I walked to her, taking a seat next to her. She’d shed her flannel and was using it as a seat. I tried not to stare, but with so much skin exposed, I felt that familiar want. That slow drag of desire. I wanted to smell her, run my nose along her neck, inhale her. I wanted to wrap her red hair in my fist, expose her jaw.
Something primal was moving within me every time she was in view, intensifying since we swam in the dirty pond near the school. But I acted out none of my fantasies, instead I sat on the stage with her, trying to see what she was looking at.
“Where did you go?” I asked, stretching my legs out in front of me.
“The bathroom. I told you that,” she said, staring straight ahead. Her voice was hushed and monotone. Bored.
“For an hour?” I asked, looking at her profile.
I couldn’t help myself then. My hand felt like a puppeteer had it on a string. Or maybe it was my true want, what I did next. I reached out, brushing her long red hair from her face.
She closed her eyes then, turning away from the light in the curtain. Her long fingers wrapped around my wrist, and she didn’t push me away. Instead, she pulled me closer. I threaded my fingers in her hair, leaning into her.
“You should be down there, Nicholas. With a girl. Any girl. Someone … normal. Even if just for a little while.” Sorina said this as I pushed her jaw up, exposing her neck. I leaned in, inhaling her scent, feeling brazen, unlike myself. Jessica’s flirtation with me didn’t make me want her, want any of my classmates. It just reminded me of my dreams, who I really craved.
“I want to be here,” I said. I wanted to be in the shadows with her, hiding away, far from the eyes of the Deacon, the teachers, Jessica, Kyrie, everyone.
“You don’t know what you want, Nicholas,” Sorina said, pushing me away. She stood, but she didn’t leave. She walked in front of me, obscuring the light. She sat down between my legs, then spun around, facing the gap in the curtains again. She pushed herself back until her back pressed against my chest, then wrapped her arms around my thighs. I gripped her shoulders, pulling her closer, pressing my face into her hair. She smelled like dirt, amber, and pennies.
She pushed back, and I wrapped one arm around her torso, sighing. “What are you doing to me? I need to stop dreaming about you,” I whispered, my body hard and wanting.
Sorina tilted her head. Just slightly. “Let’s play a game, Nicholas.”
I liked the words from her, and only her.
A game.
“What’s the game?” I asked, pressing my forehead to the back of her head.
“This is a game of sounds and mirrors. You win when I make one. You mirror me. You make no moves of your own. You can make as many sounds of your own as you want. You do to me what I do to you, nothing else.”
She turned around, crawling into my lap. I kept my hands still. My breathing sounded loud, maybe just in my ears, maybe to her. I couldn’t tell. But it didn’t matter. No one could hear us above the chatter, the music, the announcer when they began calling out names, starting with the freshman fall festival candidate.
I closed my eyes as I felt Sorina run her hands over my chest. “Put your hands behind your back, and keep them there until I tell you.”
I opened my eyes, then obeyed.
She reached for the end of my T-shirt, ran her hands underneath. I let out a moan when she found my nipple and squeezed. “No mirror yet. Just listen to the sounds you’re making. The sounds I’m making you make.”
It was the first time someone had touched me that way without making me want to throw up, to cry, to end my life. It was the first time I didn’t want to crawl out of my skin. It was unlike the way she touched me in the bathtub. That was slow and soft, gentle and clean. It wasn’t sexual, not really. Though my mind went there.
Sorina pushed my shirt up, exposing my chest, then bent her head, taking my nipple in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. I thought of a mirror, what she was saying I could do to her. It scared me. I’d never touched a woman willingly. I’d never wanted to make someone wet and wanting of me. I’d just closed my eyes every time it happened. Waiting for it to be over, to be used and discarded.
Sorina leaned up, running her hand over my face, her thumb touching my brow. I was tense there, lost for a second in the past. “I won’t hurt you,” she said, pressing down into my erection.
“What if I want you to?” I asked, surprising myself.
“There is a pleasure in pain sometimes. I can show you,” she whispered, pushing my shirt back up, taking my other nipple in her mouth, biting down a little. I moaned, nearly falling back, nearly touching her. But I listened, I knew how to obey.
She pulled my shirt off then, dropping it on the stage. I heard the sophomore candidate being called as I fell backward, closing my eyes. When I opened them, Sorina stuck her finger in her mouth, wetting it, then continued her touching. One finger swirled my nipple, and the want was in the knowing. Knowing everything she did I was going to do to her. I flexed my hands at my sides, wanting to reach out, to touch her, but I didn’t. She noticed, and it was then I saw the faint redness around her eyes again. As if she had been crying.
She reached for the hem of her little lace top then, pulling it over her head, exposing her breasts.
I’d seen her rosy nipples before, felt her naked skin against by back, but now she was exposed, staring down at me, red hair darkened by the shadows.
I leaned up, and she nodded. Tentatively, I reached out, cupping one breast, leaning in. I rubbed my nose along her nipple before I wet it with my tongue, and the taste of her made me want to howl. Rip something apart. When I sucked her nipple into my mouth, she did not make a sound, and it spurred me on. I sucked, pulled, bit at her, my hands kneading the plump flesh. When I pulled away, a string of spit lingered between my mouth and her nipple. Without looking at her, I moved to the next, my desire like fire, my determination to pull some sound from her possessive. I sucked at her, pulled her closer to my erection, swirling my tongue around the small bud. I felt her move, her hands graze my hair, but no sound. Nothing that my sensitive ears could find. It made me angry, made me feel feral. I let her tit fall out of my mouth, a wet sound making her eyes open. A smirk on her mouth.
“What’s the point of this game?” I asked, my voice gravely.
