Snapshot of the Life of a Dork
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Adult ++
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14
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5,591
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6
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I do not own The Faculty, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 11
I actually had no concept of how long it would be. Three solid weeks of seeing Casey almost constantly, helping him bathe, dress, pretty much everything but use the bathroom, and that only because he stubbornly refuses to ‘let me hold it,’ even though I say ‘pretty please.’ Sure, he’sped ped me get off a few times. Once when his parents were downstairs. That was pretty hot, but it’s not the same as actual sex. I want more sex, damn it! This is just a tease!
So the dance is tomorrow, and I’m climbing the walls. Is it obvious? Stokely’s looking at me. Am I drumming my fingers too loudly? Okay, I’ll chew them instead.
Stokely looks fairly amused and perfectly at ease. Of course she’s at ease. She gets to fuck Stan on a regular basis! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
“So I guess it’s a safe bet to say that Casey’s not completely healed enough to resume practicing the horizontal mamba?” she says, grinning.
I groan. “Please. Do not mention anything even remotely connected with sex to me right now.” I mutter. “God! I never realized how addicting it can be!”
“Mmm hmm.” Stokely says, nodding. “But don’t worry. Tomorrow’s the dance, and after Casey sees you in that dress. . .I don’t think you’ll have to worry about being frustrated any more.”
“You think so?” I say,wninwning. “I mean, he’s still not fully recovered. . . I don’t want to hurt him. . .”
Stokely glances over at Casey, who’s madly scribbling away on the math assignment we’re supposed to be doing. He insisted he come back to school. I thought he was being stubborn, but then he pointed out that it would look strange if he came to the dance without coming back to school, and I couldn’t argue with that. His right eye is still pretty purple, but the glasses hide it some. His tongue is sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he works away, and Stokely laughs a little before covering her mouth.
“Okay, he’s cute in a really geeky way.” she admits. Stokely’s been getting girlier and girlier. I think it’s the sex.
Sex! Gah! Damn it!
“Yeah, he is.” I say, sighing as I prop my elbow up on my desk and rest my chin in my hand. I stare longingly at Casey.
We could just sneak off to the bathroom. . . It would be really quick. . . I’d be extra careful, honest. I’ve even taken to carrying a couple condoms in my backpack, so we’re covered on that aspect.
Damn it! More sex! Argh! I can’t concentrate on math!
I glance at Casey again. Aw screw it. Who needs math when they’ve got a delicious boyfriend to stare at?
Casey looks up, obviously getting the sense he’s being watched. He looks around, and eventually sees me and Stokely watching him. He grins, waves. . .and goes back to the math problem.
Sometimes dating a sexy but clueless geek boy sucks ass!
GOD! I wish he’d suck MY ass! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Stokely and most of the people around me jump as I slam my hands down on the desk. Whoops.
I clear my throat, blushing. “Sorry.” I mumble. “Frustrating math problem.”
Frustrating hormones problem is more like it! CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!
I drum my pencil against my notebook. “Stokes, I’m going nuts.” I mutter.
“I noticed.” Stokes mutters, and tries to concentrate on her work.
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After school isn’t much better. Casey’s working on a science project -- some model of the solar system factoring in the tenth planet implied by Einstein’s theory of relativity, and Mars’ irregular orbit. It’s kind of cool, since it’s all powered by magnets, but most of the physics are way over my head, and I’d much rather be giving HIM head. And leave it to him to VOLUNTEER to do an extra project to make up for the work he missed. Doesn’t he see I have needs?!
I’m sitting on his bed, legs crossed underneath me, and I’m fidgeting as I’m watching him. His parents are downstairs. We should be safe.
“Casey.” I say, letting my voice drop into a sultry purr I’ve been working on for the past couple of days. I’d tried it out on Zeke. He’d just made a face and a smartassed comment about me being his sister and that was gross. Should’ve used Stan as a test audience instead. . . “How about taking a break?”
“Mmm?” he grunts as he’s testing the spin of one of the moons of Jupiter. He actually glances over his shoulder at me for a moment though. Hmm. . .it’s a start.
I lie back on his bed and prop myself up on my elbows, stretching my legs out in front of me. “Why. Don’t you. Take a break.” I enunciate each of the words carefully and then grin coyly, raising my eyebrows.
“Are you okay?” he asks, looking worried. “Are you having trouble breathing? Is it the model glue?”
I groan in frustration, dropping back onto his bed. I stare up at the ceiling, praying to whatever god is listening to have mercy on me.
Am I really going to have to spell it out for him?
Sigh. He’s so clueless sometimes, but he’s so damned cute, so it makes it hard to stay angry at him.
“I’m fine, I’m not having trouble breathing, the model glue is fine.” I say, answering each of his questions in succession. “I just need you.”
Emphasis on the need, Connor.
“Need what?” he asks, getting up and approaching the bed, wiping his hands off on his pants. Okay, now I’m starting to think he’s being intentionally stupid.
“I’ve actually got a list, but a kiss would be a good start.” I say.
As he stops beside the bed, I sit up. I grab a fistful of his shirt and pull him down to kiss him roughly.
Mmmmmm, lips. Yummy.
Like I said, it’s a start.
“Ow!” he mumbles into my mouth after stumbling and landing heavily on top of me. Too bad, boy toy! You’ll live!
Oh god! What am I thinking!? Hormones have mae eve evil.
“I’m sorry, Casey.” I mumble between kisses. I really should stop and make sure he’s okay.
. . .
Well, all right. Just one more.
. . .
Oh, what the hell? Another one won’t hurt.
Finally, just as I’m about to kiss him again for the fourth or fifth time, I force myself to stop and pull back. I pant heavily, looking at him with concern. “You okay, baby?”
“I’ll be okay.” he insists, even as he’s wincing and grabbing at his side. He flops down next to me on the bed.
“Ow.” he says flatly. “God this is frustrating.”
“Tell me about it.” I mumble, pouting.
I turn onto my side and snuggle close to him. I pause just before laying my head on his shoulder and look at him curiously. “Not hurting you, am I?”
Snuggling is better than nothing, right?
. . .
Then again. . .being in close contact with all that pint-sized hotness and not being able to do anything with said pint-sized hotness might be a problem. . .
“No, I’m okay on that side.” he responds. “Look, Morgaine, I’m really sorry. Do you need to, um, you know?”
“It’s not the same though.” I complain, laying my head on his shoulder and sighing. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. It’s good and I like it. . .but I really want you inside me.”
Suddenly I raise my head, glancing at him curiously. Hmm. . .would it make a difference if I were on top? Would it be less strenuous on his injured side?
Hmm. . . Where was Zeke when I needed him? He was the sex expert, not me.
“I don’t want to rush things and be sorry.” he says, his expression sad. “I’m sorry now for different reasons, but. . .okay, confession time: I was trying to wait until tomorrow night so it could be really special and romantic and stuff.”
I blink, looking startled for a moment. “You were?” I say.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! That is just. . .that is so. . .eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, he’s adorable!
Look at that sad, little face. Isn’t he precious?
. . .
Oh fuck me. I’ve lost my mind.
“Okay.” I say, nodding as I smile. “I can wait for tomorrow night.”
I hope.
“You sure?” he asks hopefully. “I mean, it’s driving me crazy too, but. . .our first time was on Zeke’s couch. You deserve better than that.”
“I’m sure.” I say, nodding. “The anticipation will only make it sweeter.”
Or else drive me completely, fucking batty.
I’ll just take a looooooooong shower tonight. Yep.
I smile, laying my head back on his shoulder and snuggling close. “I love you, Casey. You’re so sweet.”
“I love you too, Morgaine.” he responds softly, draping his arm across my neck. I can see the bruise on the back of his hand surrounding the pinprick left from the IV.
Casey really has beautiful hands. Pianist hands. His fingers look short and stubby, but that’s only because he bites his nails. It’s an illusion. His fingers are actually long and fairly slender.
And oh, the things he can do with those fingers. Mmmm.
My lips part and my breath quickens almost before I realize it. Once I do, I blush, embarrassed.
God I’m neverng tng to last until tomorrow night.
He giggles nervously.
“You’re not making this easy.” he mumbles.
“Sorry.” I say, grinning. Maybe I should let him get back to his model building. . .
But I like curling up to him, my head on his shoulder. Sexual tension aside, it’s nice.
It’s not too long before he yawns. He still gets tired quickly, because of the pain. We end up falling asleep, and his mom catches us in bed together. Fully-clothed and above the covers, but she still freaks out. Sigh. Casey’s mom is insane.
This time, though, Casey fights back. It’s a little disturbing, because he lets his mom have it to the point that he’s coughing and holding his ribs. That seems to give her pause too, and she quickly leaves the room.
“Jesus, Casey.” I say, looking at him with concern. “Don’t kill yourself arguing wiour our mom about us being in bed together.”
Holy cow. Maybe he won’t be ready for sex tomorrow night either.
. . .
Bummer.
Ugh. Hormones. Turning me into an insensitive horny bitch. Not good.
“You okay, babe?” I ask as I rub his back soothingly.
“My ribs still get sore when I yell.” he says weakly, then coughs again. “Ow.”
I frown, brushing his hair back off his forehead. My poor baby.
“You sure you’re going to be okay for tomorrow night?” I ask. “Maybe we should wait a bit longer.”
“I’ll be okay.” he insists, with that look in his eye that indicates he’s being particularly stubborn.
“Okay.” I say somewhat reluctantly. “I just don’t want you to hurt yourself because I’m a horny slut now.”
I blush. Oops. I hadn’t meant to say that last out loud. But hey, on the bright side, I’m Casey’s slut and nobody else’s.
“You“You’re what?!” he squeaks loudly, then coughs again. “Ow. Damn it, I can’t wait to go to college and get the fuck out of here.”
“College sounds like a good plan.” I say, blushing, hoping to steer the conversation away from my comment. “Are you staying in-state or going out of state?”
College was a safe topic. It would get my mind off sex.
. . .
Hopefully.
“I’m trying for a Harvard scholarship. You know that.” he says, giving me a funny look.
I blink. Oh yeah. I had known that.
You see what sex does to a person?
“Right, sorry.” I mutter.
Harvard. God. That’s a long fucking way away from Ohio. Besides I’m not smart enough to get into Harvard.
Hmm. . .maybe there are some smaller colleges around Cambridge I could attend.
I blink. Wait. Am I actually considering the possibility of Casey and me being together after high school?
Why yes, yes I am. I’d spend the rest of my life with him if he asked me.
“I guess. . .I guess Kent State’s okay if you really don’t want me to go that far away.” he says, sounding disappointed. What? Wait, Casey’s been talking about Harvard since the sixth grade. Kent State? Okay, I’m not smart enough to get in there either, but Kent State ain’t no Harvard.
“What?” I say. “Casey, no way. Harvard is your dream. Has been your dream since practically forever. I want you to go to Harvard. We’ll. . .work something out.”
God, I haven’t even started LOOKING at colleges. But I hear Massachusetts is a lovely state.
“You’ve been my dream too, Morgaine.” he says softly, lowering his eyes. “I want both, but if I have to choose. . .there are other schools, but there’s only evern onn one girl for me.”
I blink, smiling at him. Oh my god, that is so sweet.
“Casey, you are too good to be true.” I say, kissing him softly.
“There have to be smaller colleges in Massachusetts, around the Cambridge area.” I say. “Let me look into that before you go choosing a different college, okay?”
“Okay.” he echoes, nodding. “Maybe. . .maybe we can move in together when we go to college? I’d like that. A lot.”
I grin, nodding. “Absolutely. I’d love that, Casey.”
Whoo hoo, only eight months until graduation and I’ll be living with my sweet Casey!
He grins, then kisses me again. Eagerly, pressing against me and moaning into my mouth. I feel a thrill rush through me as I realize he is, in fact, once again in relatively complete working order. Doesn’t it hurt when guys get hard ons and don’t do anything about them, or is that just something Zeke tells the bimbos he convinces to sleep with him?
“Casey.” I moan against his mouth If he keeps kissing me like that, I know I’m not going to make it until tomorrow night. I can’t wait to see what he’s got planned.
And yet I can’t seem to pull away from him. In fact, I dare say I’m pressing back against him, placing my hand on the back of his neck and opening my mouth to him.
How quickly my world narrows to just Casey.
I swear we make out for hours. He ends up with his hand down my pants, which I don’t mind at all, since I feel like I’m going to explode if SOMETHING doesn’t happen. What I mind is having to be quiet about it.
Eight months is too long. . . Eek! That’s the spot! Brain shutting down!
I moan, burying my face in his neck to muffle my cries as I arch up against him. It would really suck if his mom caught us.
But oh god, it feels so good! Damn, I’m going to love having our own place.
“Shhhh.” he cautions. I’m vaguely aware of him looking up at the door as his fingers work faster. He’s getting really good at getting me off quickly.
“Oh god, Casey.” I gasp, my eyes fluttering closed as I rock against him. I bite my lip, trying to keep quiet, but it’s really, really hard.
Oh my, my sweet Casey is very, very good at getting me off. Yowza!
He winces and grabs his side, obviously hurting himself in this process. I should care, but damn it! I’m so close! I can’t!
“Just. . .a little. . .oh fuck, Casey.” I say breathlessly, rocking my hips faster.
And then. . . Oh sweet Jesus!
I arch against him, forgetting myself for a moment and starting to cry out. I catch myself and bury my face against his neck again as I shudder pleasurably.
Of course, that little bit of noise is all it takes to summon Casey’s mom. Argh! She’s coming up the stairs, and. . .awww, Casey’s leaving. I guess to intercept her, but what a let down.
Whoa. . .okay, I’m all tingly.
I should probably be very concerned about what Casey’s mom is saying to him. At the very least, I should be trying to make sure I’m not indecent I t I can’t seem to move. I stare at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath and straining my ears to catch a piece of the conversation between Casey and his mom.
“No, mom, we’re fine.” I can hear Casey say. “Morgana just stepped on a piece of a model and yelped. She’s fine.”
I can’t hear his mother’s response, but I do hear him continue.
“Nononono, there’s stuff right near the door that if it hits it, it’ll break.” he insists. “You can’t. . .mom, please don’t start. I’m not a kid anymore. I’m fully clothed, see? This is still a sex free house. No wonder I’m an only child.”
Okay, NOW I can hear Mrs. Connor. Wow that woman can yell.
I wince and sit up, straightening my clothes. Damn, I hadn’t wanted to get Casey roubrouble. . .
I bite my lip, not sure what o. o. I don’t want to get Casey into any more trouble, so I think I’ll just stay here for the moment.
Casey yells back, until he starts coughing again. The typical stuff, about not being a kid anymore and having the right to make his own choices. He’s started getting really rebellious lately. I’m not sure if it’s getting beaten within an inch of his life, the sex, or both that’s doing it.
I kind of like it. Actually, I like it a lot. As Zeke would say, little Casey has grown some balls.
But he’s coughing and I’m getting worried. Like it wasn’t bad enough that he’d hurt himself helping me get off.
Damn it, why do parents have to be so strict? It’s not like Casey and I aren’t intelligent. We know better than to have unprotected sex. If I ever have children, I’m not going to be so uptight about sex. We’re teenagers. We’re hormonal. Of course we’re going to have sex.
The next thing I know, Casey’s mom is crying, and from what I can guess, hugging him. Casey’s gotten really quiet. She’d better not break him. I need that!
So. . .does that mean everything is okay? Can we resume our former activity? I promise to be quieter this time!
Eventually Casey reenters the room, looking worn.
“You have to go home now.” he says, not looking happy about it. “Tomorrow we won’t have this problem.”
“I didn’t mean to get you in trouble, Casey.” I say softly as I get up off the bed. I walk over to him and hug him gently.
“I’m okay. I’m tired of lying to her about who I am anyway.” he insists, hugging me back. “See you tomorrow, my love?”
I grin, touching my forehead to his. “You bet, baby.” I say. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I kiss him softly, smiling. God, I love this guy.
Hmm. . .now I’ve got to tell my parents about us. . .
He walks me out, and I can’t help but notice his mother giving me the hairy eyeball. Huh, she probably thinks I’m the one who deflowered her precious little baby. Ha! Let her think that!
“Night, Casey.” I say, smiling. I kiss him again, not giving a damn if his mother sees us or not.
I skip all the way home, singing loudly at the top of my lungs. Who cares if I look like a dork? I’m in love.
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