was?
"This
must be good, if you're turning into a turnip. Come on, Rose. I would never
judge you, just tell me."
If I couldn't
tell my very best friend, how was I going to ever talk to Derek about this? "Okay,
fine. Look. So. Um. Derek and I are experimenting, to see how far we can go.
And Drake said I needed to put away my sword. And—"
"—Wait,
what? What does Drake have to do with you fucking Derek? And aren't you
supposed to be putting away your fiancé's sword?"
"You're
so wrong. And oh, God, the sword thing never sounded dirty until now. Thanks.
No, see, he was saying I need to stop fighting the dark side of myself. And so
last night, Derek and I were fooling around, and—"
"—Oh
my, God, did you finally do the deed?" She squealed like a cheerleader,
and I scowled at her.
"—No,
now can I please finish?"
"Sorry.
Go on."
"So, we
were fooling around, and it was really amazing, and this heat built up in me
like I was going to die if I didn't let it go, but I was so scared that my
power would be unleashed. I could feel it escaping, looking for something to
feed on. Then… " I took a deep breath and reminded myself that Ocean would
never judge. She'd probably done worse. Way worse. "Then, he bit my
nipple, hard, and in that second, my power fizzed out or something. I don't
know what happened, but anytime he got a bit rough, to where it hurt a little,
I didn't feel like I was going to kill him. What do you think it means?"
"It means
you like it hard and dirty. Good for you. I knew you had a bad girl in there
somewhere. Other than that, though, I'm not sure. We need to talk to Father
Patrick."
Mortification.
Total and complete. "No freaking way. He's old. And male. And a priest. I
am so not telling him I like when my boyfriend—"
"—Fiancé."
"Fiancé
bites my nipples. I'd die."
"Rose,
you have to tell him. Otherwise, you'll never get to have an orgasm, and you'll
never know the pleasure of being fucked so hard you think you might break in
half."
My panties
dampened at that thought, and I cursed my libido for making me do this. "Fine.
But you're coming with me. And then, we're leaving this school and never coming
back again."
She jumped off
the bed and grabbed her shoes. "Sure, whatever prude girl."
We both sat in
wooden chairs in Father Patrick's office while he made us tea. He really liked
his tea.
Over his desk,
a crucifix hung on the wall, and I could have sworn Jesus was staring at me,
judging me for my dirty thoughts. I'd never been religious, and didn't feel
guilt for wanting sex, but liking the pain involved was another matter all
together.
The priest sat
the cups in front of us and took his own seat. "What can I do for you
ladies?"
I took a sip
of the tea, in hopes it would help. It didn't.
Stumbling all
over my words, I attempted to tell him what I'd told Ocean. "Hypothetically
speaking, if someone had a problem, and that problem seemed to get better when
certain other factors involved came to be, but those other factors weren't
standard protocol in this venture, what would you suggest?"
He looked at
me like I'd just spoken tongues. Or maybe he would have actually understood me
if that's what I'd done.
Ocean burst
out laughing, spitting tea across the desk. "Oh God, I'm so sorry."
She used her napkin to wipe off a Bible.
Great, my best
friend just spit on God's Holy Word. We were going to hell.
"What she's
trying to say, Father Patrick, is that as she and Derek fooled around, she
realized she likes being fucked hard and dirty and that pain actually
suppresses her dark side."
I slunk into
my chair while I waited for the lightning that was surely coming to strike us
both dead.
Ocean just
smiled. "Excuse my French, but I felt it best to just get it out there
plainly."
With my eyes
squeezed shut, I had no idea if Father Patrick had died from shock or was about
to splash Holy Water on us, but when he put his hand on mine, I peeked open one
eye, then the other.
No Holy Water,
at
"This
must be good, if you're turning into a turnip. Come on, Rose. I would never
judge you, just tell me."
If I couldn't
tell my very best friend, how was I going to ever talk to Derek about this? "Okay,
fine. Look. So. Um. Derek and I are experimenting, to see how far we can go.
And Drake said I needed to put away my sword. And—"
"—Wait,
what? What does Drake have to do with you fucking Derek? And aren't you
supposed to be putting away your fiancé's sword?"
"You're
so wrong. And oh, God, the sword thing never sounded dirty until now. Thanks.
No, see, he was saying I need to stop fighting the dark side of myself. And so
last night, Derek and I were fooling around, and—"
"—Oh
my, God, did you finally do the deed?" She squealed like a cheerleader,
and I scowled at her.
"—No,
now can I please finish?"
"Sorry.
Go on."
"So, we
were fooling around, and it was really amazing, and this heat built up in me
like I was going to die if I didn't let it go, but I was so scared that my
power would be unleashed. I could feel it escaping, looking for something to
feed on. Then… " I took a deep breath and reminded myself that Ocean would
never judge. She'd probably done worse. Way worse. "Then, he bit my
nipple, hard, and in that second, my power fizzed out or something. I don't
know what happened, but anytime he got a bit rough, to where it hurt a little,
I didn't feel like I was going to kill him. What do you think it means?"
"It means
you like it hard and dirty. Good for you. I knew you had a bad girl in there
somewhere. Other than that, though, I'm not sure. We need to talk to Father
Patrick."
Mortification.
Total and complete. "No freaking way. He's old. And male. And a priest. I
am so not telling him I like when my boyfriend—"
"—Fiancé."
"Fiancé
bites my nipples. I'd die."
"Rose,
you have to tell him. Otherwise, you'll never get to have an orgasm, and you'll
never know the pleasure of being fucked so hard you think you might break in
half."
My panties
dampened at that thought, and I cursed my libido for making me do this. "Fine.
But you're coming with me. And then, we're leaving this school and never coming
back again."
She jumped off
the bed and grabbed her shoes. "Sure, whatever prude girl."
We both sat in
wooden chairs in Father Patrick's office while he made us tea. He really liked
his tea.
Over his desk,
a crucifix hung on the wall, and I could have sworn Jesus was staring at me,
judging me for my dirty thoughts. I'd never been religious, and didn't feel
guilt for wanting sex, but liking the pain involved was another matter all
together.
The priest sat
the cups in front of us and took his own seat. "What can I do for you
ladies?"
I took a sip
of the tea, in hopes it would help. It didn't.
Stumbling all
over my words, I attempted to tell him what I'd told Ocean. "Hypothetically
speaking, if someone had a problem, and that problem seemed to get better when
certain other factors involved came to be, but those other factors weren't
standard protocol in this venture, what would you suggest?"
He looked at
me like I'd just spoken tongues. Or maybe he would have actually understood me
if that's what I'd done.
Ocean burst
out laughing, spitting tea across the desk. "Oh God, I'm so sorry."
She used her napkin to wipe off a Bible.
Great, my best
friend just spit on God's Holy Word. We were going to hell.
"What she's
trying to say, Father Patrick, is that as she and Derek fooled around, she
realized she likes being fucked hard and dirty and that pain actually
suppresses her dark side."
I slunk into
my chair while I waited for the lightning that was surely coming to strike us
both dead.
Ocean just
smiled. "Excuse my French, but I felt it best to just get it out there
plainly."
With my eyes
squeezed shut, I had no idea if Father Patrick had died from shock or was about
to splash Holy Water on us, but when he put his hand on mine, I peeked open one
eye, then the other.
No Holy Water,
at
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