Seduction Impossible, Anonymous (: [english love story books txt] 📗

"And I mean, he's a great fuck and all, but I'm more than just a pussy, y'know?" Alyssa, my best friend complained.

She, like all my other friends always seemed to come to me with all their guy problems. Like who the fuck am I, the Oprah of guys and sex problems? Nope. Quite the opposite, actually. I'm the awkward virgin friend who's never even kissed a fucking guy before. Yet they still expect me to understand this shit?!

I, Olivia Brandyn, haven't even had a boyfriend since the third grade. I broke up with the kid, Paul something I think, because he wouldn't play with me at recess. They all know this yet a billion times a day I get asked stuff like:

- If he texts me this what do you think it means?
     - Do you think he likes me?
     - Should we have sex?
     - Should I this? Do guys like that? What do you think he likes?
     - Blah blah blowjob blah blah handjob blah blah blah?

Like seriously. I think a 12 year old would have better answers than me. And it's not that I'm ugly, or a closet lesbian, or a prude. I like guys, I do think about sex, I'm just shy as hell. And awkward. But it's my senior year, and I don't want to be like a 40 year old virgin. I feel ready, I just have a particular guy in mind. My eyes dart over by his locker while my perpetually confused best friend rambles on about more crap going on with her and Jared. There he was. I bit my lip looking over his long, toned body. He wore a tight Henley shirt in a grey color that made his blue eyes scream for attention. He wore sexy jeans that weren't douchey and faded, and he wore them slouchily without sagging them like a prison bitch who wants it in the ass. A sexy leather jacket and blackout Vans completed his hot ensemble. 

I smiled as he laughed and ran a hand through his short yet shaggy, rich brown hair. His laugh deep and husky, twisting my stomach in tingly knots. His teeth were straight and neat without being too straight or politician white. He licked his lips before nodding to whatever his friend said.

"Oh, drooling over Aaron again instead of consoling your best friend?" Alyssa teased, sending blood to my cheeks. The way she'd sneered his name did his hotness no justice. He was a god. And one I'd GLADLY kneel before (If ya catch my drift).

"Shuttup." I mumbled, shrugging,"He's just so..."

"Dreeeeeamy?" She cooed, completing my sentence right as the first bell rang. Starting out the first day of our last year in hell, err I mean high school. I wore an old loose black t shirt that had a white outline of a human heart on the front. On on the back I'd cut it out like a skull, you could see my back skin thorough the holes. I wore faded denim cut offs over lace tights with converse. My eyes were outlined with cat eyes but not to look like a raccoon or anything. I wore my naturally blond hair down, long and wavy, and kept it over my shoulder to show off the back of my shirt. I was 100% myself.

I figured why overdress for the first day, these people know me by now, and if they don't, I don't give a rats. I hugged my best friend who had followed the same policy. She wore slashed leggings with Punkrose sneakers and a crew-neck sweatshirt that read: break necks not hearts. Her hair was up in a sloppy/ dressy bun and her lips were ruby red. But we'd helped pick each others' outfits so I already knew that!

We hugged and I held up my phone as if to say 'text me, hobag' and then we went our separate ways to homeroom. I walked in just in time for the final bell to sound and slipped discreetly toward the back of class. I settled into a desk in the corner and slipped my bag off my shoulders. I pulled out a pen and notebook, like a good little student. I applied nude lipgloss to my lips and turned to the front when suddenly, a fashionably and deliciously late Aaron walks through the door. Of course there's an empty seat next to me and the seat on the other side happens to be occupied by his fellow band member Spencer. Oh yeah, as if Aaron weren't hot enough, he's in a band. And has tattoos. So there's no wonder why as he walked smirkingly toward the empty desk my temperature rose and my heartbeat thundered. Oh boy...

                                                                  -AARON-

I knew Drew would make me late. I'd spent the last 3 minutes cooling off in the bathroom after Drew had told me a long and vivid description of the sex he'd had the other night. It left me with a raging hard-on that I was incapable of hiding so I went to the bathroom, splashed water on my face and started speaking Spanish to myself as a distraction. I'd gotten it to lessen enough where an quick adjustment and the walk to class would allow me to have hidden myself effectively.

I stepped into homeroom and all that cooling off was nearly reversed. I was speaking full blown paragraphs of Spanish to myself as I walked toward the empty seat next to the drummer for my band, Spencer. On the other side of the empty desk was a mysterious girl who was beyond hot. I snuck a glance over at her and she was biting her lip while drawing something in her notebook. And there we go, no Spanish could help me now, my 'friend' was back in full force. I shifted in my seat and turned away. The teacher began her intro about the school year and I tried to engage in a conversation but my mind was on the pouty lipped, gray eyed, sexy girl humming a familiar tune on the other side of me. Her voice had a sweet, clear quality but I could hear an incredibly sexy rasp to it.
After a tortuous class the bell rung releasing me from my spell. That was until I saw her bend over to grab her backpack. Her denim shorts hugged her ass perfectly without her looking like a slut. Through holes in the back of her shirt I could see enticingly smooth back skin along with the lacy black strip of her bra. she exuded quiet confidence as she gracefully walked out of class. Holy fuck, my dick pressed hard against the front of my jeans, and I adjusted the best I could but I was burning with desire. I sighed and walked to the next class. Hoping that out of the next 6 classes I'd have at least one more with her.


                                                                     

                                                                   -OLIVIA-

As soon as I was out of class I whipped out my phone and texted Alyssa:

- Dude omfg...guess what?!
     - What?! Tell me tell me.
     - I have homeroom w/ HIM..he sits NEXT to me XD
     - Oh shit gurrrrl did you get your flirt on?
     - Haha I wish. I'll tell you later, maybe we'll have more classes? hopefully....

She replied and I barely read it. I was still thinking about how his deep arousing, clean musky scent had affected me earlier. I had begun to hum one of his band's songs without even realizing it. Great mother of shitballs I want him....

-OLIVIA-

Now it's lunchtime and I meet my smirking best friend by the lockers outside the cafeteria.The last two periods, Government and Women's Lit., had zoomed by. Admittedly it was mostly because of a lack of Aaron in either class. Me and Alyssa had A lunch so I was gladly stepping up toward our meeting spot. That was until she opened her big fat mouth (I kid).

"So... You got a class with dreamboat. How was that?" She teased, a sinister smile taking over her face. She grabbed me, still awaiting my answer, and pulled me to the lunchroom.

"Oh you know.. it's no big deal. other than the fact that he's hotter than a fucking lava monster!" I giggle as we take our place in the lunch line. "What's for lunch today?" I desperately change the subject. I could barely think about him without spontaneously combusting.

"Uhh salad, nachos," she begins falling for my tactic, " and.. oh gurrl!" she grins devilishly at me, "They're serving popsicles!"

"SUCK-OFF!" WE yell at the same time, bursting into laughter. 'Suck-off's were something we'd done since 6th grade, before we realized the hidden sexuality, and continued to do now that we had realized. Now we even played on the sexual innuendo of our favorite game, changing the objective to who could suck their popsicle first, to who could suck it the most sexually, with a straight face first. It had become something of a spectacle for our other friends at the table to watch and some had even began to participate. Saryn and Mila were two who competed, Mila mostly for her bf Drew's entertainment. But the rest of the table just watched and laughed and chanted. I usually wussed out before anyone, because I have no idea how to suck a dick, and I hate looking stupid. We got up to the front of the line and ordered our foods then asked for cherry popsicles. We paid, and then sat at our (practically reserved table).

Soon after, the rest of the gang joined us, some with popsicles in hand(* means they have a popsicle), Mila*, Drew, Saryn*, Nastacia, Blythe, Jeremy, and surprisingly Tracy* had a popsicle.

"Trace-Trace, you lookin to join?" Alyssa waggled her eyebrows, Tracy just nodded. "Then let it begin. Ladies: wrappers off!" She commanded and we all took out the popsicles.

"Suck off!" We all chanted, raising our five popsicles into the air.

"Suck, bitches!" Alyssa called. She began by kissing the top and slowly bobbing her head down and she wrapped her lips around the frozen treat. her eyes wandered and I knew she was looking for Jared, hoping to impress him.
Saryn