Page 7 of The Pretender


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A flash of skin catches my eye and I see Allie Wexman approaching with a smile, her skirt hiked up high enough to showcase her shapely tanned legs. She’s got a fountain drink in her hand while she sucks on a pink straw.

“Hi, guys,” she says, trying to look cute as can be and succeeding. She props a knee up on the table.

Kent has no use for her. He doesn’t even answer. He returns to his steak.

Allie focuses on me. “What’s going on, Ben?”

I hate when people ask dumbass questions like that. What the fuck does it look like I’ve got going on? I’m sitting in a school cafeteria eating lunch. There’s nothing exhilarating about it.

“Not much,” I say, trying to sound polite because I’ve got no excuse to be rude.

Allie taps long purple fingernails on her soda cup and lets her straw slide between her lips again. She makes sure that I’m watching.

Back in September she sat in my lap at the first senior bonfire party. We messed around a little bit. Maybe more than a little bit. She was pulling at my pants and whispering that we ought to go somewhere quieter. We wound up dry humping against a tree and Allie made it clear she’d be glad to shed her panties and supply a condom. Then Corey Greer stumbled into the woods and vomited right at our feet so I was spared from that bad decision. I made an excuse and left the party. We just fooled around that one time and I’ve tried to steer clear of her ever since. Allie’s hot. She’s a volleyball player and a cheerleader. She always looks sexy and put together. But she’s dumb and she’s gossipy. She’s not someone I’d like to waste time with.

Allie’s straw falls out of her mouth with a pop. “You know Mia Panacio? Her folks are away so her house is going to be a wild scene tomorrow night.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah. I’ll be there.”

“Sounds like fun. Have a great time.”

“You could come.” She emphasizes the last word and I know that’s deliberate.

“Afraid I’m busy.”

Annoyance sweeps over her face and then she turns on a phony smile. “If you’re worried about getting back to Devil Valley, Mia’s inviting some friends to stay over all night.”

“I’m not Mia’s friend.”

“But I am.” She sets down her drink, flattens her palms on the table and leans forward, like she’s telling a secret. “There’s an outrageous hot tub. And the house has nine bedrooms.”

The invitation is clear and my dick is interested. He’s getting hard inside my pants and begging me to agree that free sex offers should never be refused. It’s senior year. It’s a good time to be a little reckless.

I can’t explain why I’m thinking of Camden Galway right now. I decide that Kent is to blame. Just when I’d managed to set aside the view of Camden’s panties he had to put her back into my head. Now I’m wondering what it would be like to hook up with her, if she’d try to rub one out through her plaid skirt or if she’d cross her legs and gasp with shock over the feel of my tongue in her mouth. I wouldn’t mind finding out.

Allie knows nothing of my inner struggle and she’s starting to look impatient. Her eyes are saying ‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’ She’s offering me an entire night. Complete with a hot tub and an adult-free party house.

“Sorry, but I’ve got a lot going on this weekend.”

“Fine.” She straights up and now her cheeks are slightly flushed. “If you change your mind, my cell number’s in the student directory.”

“Got it.”

She doesn’t hang around any longer. I watch her stalk back to her table and hear Kent chuckle beside me.

“She practically served it to you on a platter, Beltran.”

“I told you. I’m working all weekend.”

“And you can’t take a few hours off to go get your dick serviced?” A light bulb goes off in his head. “Have you got something else going on?”

“No, I don’t have anything else going on.”

“Liar. Does she live in Devil Valley?”

“Sure, Kent. She lives in Devil Valley.” I say this just to shut him up. “It’s nothing.”

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