Nothing Happened

Savannah

When morning came and school was right in our line of sight, I could still feel Damon’s kiss.

Even though it was the wrong thing to do, I kinda fingered myself last night while thinking about the biker prince.

I replaced Tate with Damon, mixing in some Horror Story and my own personal creation to make a hot and steamy fantasy.

Damon finding me in the locker room and taking me right there, where anyone could walk in to catch us.

The way he kissed me, the way he touched me like the best idea I had ever thought of, and there have been a lot.

At twelve when I started, I didn’t know that’s what I was doing.

I know, it’s crazy, but it honestly started out as an itch that felt so fucking good when I scratched that I accidentally gave myself an orgasm.

So I tried to do it again, and when I came again I was like “oh shit!”

I didn’t look at porn till I was older.

I knew what it was, I had seen some before, but never watched it to help me get off.

I think it took maybe two years before I started that.

And that’s actually how Percy told me he was bisexual.

The summer I turned fourteen I went to Uncle Jonah’s like always, and it came time for Percy to clean his room. And since I had got into trouble that week the job was given to me.

When I was changing his sheets I found Playgirl and Playboy nudie magazines.

I didn’t want it to be awkward between us so I asked Percy to come to his room to tell me where he wanted something to go and I showed him what I found.

I immediately told him I loved him and I didn’t care what he jerked off to.

It didn’t change our relationship and I would never tell anyone.

He looked so relieved.

A few tears later and we were just chilling in his room, flipping through the magazines and picking out which ones we thought were cuter.

He told me he thought he should get rid of them and just stick to porn on his phone.

When I told him I hadn’t ever really watched any he showed me what websites to go to and gave me some tips.

Like never ever look at any without your headphones in.

Only do it with the sound on low and how to clear your history.

He showed me how to look up specific videos and what some of the phrasing was.

After that night, when I went to bed in the guest room, I did just what he showed me.

And after that I realized I may be a little bit of a freak.

I loved porn with a taboo story line.

Something really fucked up; like you never wanted to find yourself in that type of situation, but it was hot to me.

I also realized I didn’t like seeing or hearing a lot of the actors’ real faces.

I wanted the story line but didn’t want to hear them talk to each other after and I didn’t want a full picture shot.

I wanted to see where their bodies met only.

I liked the type of porn that felt super wrong to watch.

Like rape fetishes and being spanked, tied up, and talked down to.

Like the stepdads punishing their stepdaughters with rough sex.

I loved the ones where one of them had some kind of dirt on the other and the only way they could get out of it was by banging.

And the ones where one would be asleep and the other would just make their move.

The mom or dad would be in the kitchen and here this couple was, fucking while they made dinner.

To me, the wrong stuff was always hotter.

I remember one specifically that made me think I was a dirty little freak who definitely needed some help.

It was this girl who was staying after school and they made her look all nerdy and showed kids picking on her.

Then when she was leaving she walked past this door and was snatched up, taken into the dark classroom.

She, at first, of course, was saying no, until he started eating her out then she was saying yes.

It’s a terrible thing to like, that type of fetish, but it has always been one of my biggest fantasies.

It’s a good thing I’m in therapy now, huh?

I have always been very domineering. As a singer, I owned the stage; I never let anyone talk shit to me, I always stood up for myself and others.

I thought of myself as a goddess and loved my body, but there was something about being taken like that.

I’m not submissive, I don’t ever think I’ll be on my knees waiting for master to do with me as he pleases, but just being... I don’t know... taken?

That was hot to me.

Only with the idea of it being the person I want to take me, that should go without saying.

***

Walking into school, everything felt fine but suspenseful.

I could feel something was up but I just pushed it off on my paranoia/anxiety.

When we turned the corner to go to our locker, a group of onlookers had gathered around and blocked our lockers.

Flashes were going off and people were laughing and pointing.

My gut pitted and twisted.

~What the fuck was going on?~

Grabbing Percy’s arm, I pulled him behind me and broke through the crowd of onlookers to see what exactly they were staring at.

When I realized what it was, my blood boiled.

“Percy, go to class. I’ll handle it.”

His face was crestfallen. I saw the embarrassment and fear scarring him and that was enough for me to lose my shit.

“Back the fuck off, you nasty motherfuckers! You homophobic pieces of shit!”

I grabbed Percy and pulled him into a hug.

“It’s okay. Let’s give them something to talk about, yeah?”

I whispered in his ear.

He took a breath and nodded his head, giving me the green light.

I refuse to let anyone bully Percy; I always have stood up for him and always will.

Pulling away from him, I winked and stepped to his locker.

“So what do you wanna do, Percy? Wanna keep one? Or two? Maybe?”

I slapped the pink dildo and popped it from the locker.

“We could pick out a favorite? But they do look a little cheap. The ones at home are better, but we could use some new toys?”

I pulled the black glitter one and tossed it to Percy, who held it in his hands and pointed at me with it. The tip jiggled and swayed.

“I think we could. If anything we could finally have a sword fight?”

He chuckled.

I grabbed the more realistic one, with its own ball sack and throbbing veins.

“On guard!” I smacked his glittery dildo with my own and the crowd around us roared at our sword fight.

When we spun and he got close to the lockers he grabbed the last one and swung them at me like nunchucks.

“Look at the weight of this thing...this isn’t life size, Jesus. Hey Percy, do you think you could teach me to suck dick from the back with this?”

I bent over and stuck the dildo between my legs, making it hang down and started to shake my butt at Percy, who yelled

“Ew, fucking suck, Van, stop it, eww!”

“Come on, Percy! I need to know how to do it! Please!” I ran backwards at him and slapped his leg with the dildo.

“Fine, I’ll teach you, but we don’t have time right now, how about after school?”

He pulled his locker open and handed me the two he had.

“Fine, but you have to promise.”

I stuck my bottom lip out and put my hands under my chin with the dildos still in my grip; the long shafts of them protruded out and sagged down.

“Fine. Now put them up till later. We will have to get a thank-you card for whoever got these for us.”

Nodding, I hid the anger when I read the words spray painted on the front of his locker.

A disgusting little slur to put shame and hate on my favorite person in the whole entire damn world.

~Whoever did this will get a fuck-ton more than a thank-you card.~

~That I can promise.~