Snapshot of the Life of a Dork
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Adult ++
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14
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6
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Chapter 5
He is on his knees, holding my hands. Oh. Oh my god, that is soooooo incredibly romantic. That is so precious. So Casey.
“Yes, Casey,” I say, grinning, “I’d love to be your girlfriend.”
I am. . .wow. I am floating. Who needs scat to get high when you’ve got this?
He smiles at me, and I swear it’s the greatest thing I’ve ever seen. No, the greatest thing I’ve ever seen is the way he blinks at me so shyly before he practically crawls in my lap to kiss me. No, no, the crawling in my lap part is better than that. . .oh god he’s kissing me! Casey Connor is kissing me! Oh my god!
Okay, so I’m dying. Or have already died. Either way, I’m in heaven. This is. . .there is. . .there aren’t words in the English language to properly describe what I’m experiencing. ‘Wow’ is an understatement, ‘phenomenal’ doesn’t even begin to cover it.
And fuck. . .I have no clue what I’m doing. I mean, okay, sure, I know how to kiss -- I’ll admit it, I practiced on pillows -- but that’s about it.
Should I tell him that? Or will he figure it out on his own?
I don’t have any more time to debate this with myself, because Casey slips, slides down my lap and falls on the floor. His glasses skid across the room, ending up under his desk. Only he could do something like that and make it seem absolutely adorable.
“Are you okay?” I ask, half-smiling, half looking concerned.
God, is it possible to love him even more than I already do?
“Why do I always do that?” he laments, staring up at the ceiling even though I know he can’t see it.
I grin. “Do you have any idea how adorable you are, Casey?” I ask as I slide off the bed and kneel beside him. I’m not really sure how far he intends for this to go right now, so I just tenderly kiss his lips.
I decide I like kissing Casey. His lips are soft. I could kiss him all day long and be perfectly happy.
He slides his hands over my back, pulling me down on top of him, kissing me eagerly. He’s obviously more experienced than I am, and I’m not sure how to feel about that. Perhaps cheerleaders have a purpose. Perhaps I hate Delilah more than ever now. Perhaps both.
“Casey,” I whisper between kisses, “I’ve never. . .done this before.” I’m nervous as hell. What if I do something wrong?
Although his body so close to mine is proving to be a very good distraction. Yeah, it’s definitely gotten warm in here.
“You’re doing great.” he assures me softly, then kisses me again.
Then he suddenly stops, and pulls back against the floor so his head is retreating into his neck. Sigh. So adorable.
“Wait, did you mean kissing, or, um, more?” he asks, blinking.
“Both.” I say. “I haven’t exactly had a lot of experience in kissing or. . .more.”
I blush, averting my eyes. But hey, he’d told me I was doing great with the kissing, right? That counted for something.
Ha, all the practicing on pillows was finally paying off. Yeah, baby.
. . .
God, am I a dork or what?
“Oh god Morgaine, I wasn’t, um, I wasn’t going to try to. . .that is, I wasn’t planning on. . .” he stammers, blushing furiously. “You’ve never kissed a guy before?! Seriously?!”
“Yes, seriously.” I say, feeling even more like a dork.
I pause, chewing my lip. “Well, I kissed Zeke. But we were in first grade, so that doesn’t really count, I guess. And it was only on the cheek. I just. . .there’s never been anybody TO kiss, Casey. I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed, but I don’t exactly go on a lot of dates.”
I drop my gaze down to the floor, embarrassed. “Besides, I was kind of waiting.” I mumble.
“Really?” he asks, his eyes widening before he squints to try to see me better. “Wait, you mean for me, right? Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Yes, for you, Casey.” I say, raising my head to look at him. “I just. . .I feel like a dork. I don’t know what I’m doing and I’m afraid I’m going to screw something up. I’m not. . . I mean, I’ve read. . .stuff, but reading and actually doing are two totally different things.”
“And I’m not saying we have to do. . .more now.” I add. “I mean, I like just kissing you. I just. . .I’m nervous. About the other stuff.”
I sigh. Weren’t we supposed to be studying history or something? Oh who cares? This is more important.
“Morgana, this is me.” he says seriously, sitting up and taking hold of my arms. “You can’t screw this up. Just breathing the same air as you is enough for me. I mean, I’ve met girls from other planets, and you’ve always been the greatest girl in the whole universe.”
He frowns then.
“That was either a really great line, or the stupidest thing I’ve ever said.” he muses out loud.
“Well, you’ve only really met one girl from another planet,” I say, smiling, “but I think we’ll go with choice A, because that was. . . You really think I’m great?”
Oh my god, I am so stupid! All the time that Casey and I have wasted because I was too scared to tell him how I felt! Argh! I could kick myself!
“This isn’t a dream, right?” I whisper softly, looking into his eyes.
“If it’s a dream, as soon as I wake up, I’m going to ask you out all over again.” he says, smiling effortlessly. “Because yes, you’re great. You’re splendiferous. Superlative. Unequaled. Illustrious. . .and, um, that’s all the big words I can think of at the moment.”
At this point, I’m pretty sure I’ve got a big, goofy grin on my face, but hey, I’m only in love with the world’s most perfect man. Cut me slack, okay?
“I love you, Casey.” I say softly. “I’m only sorry I took so long to tell you.”
I reach out, caressing his cheek and running my fingers through his hair. Then I lean forward and softly kiss him.
Yeah, I could definitely get used to kissing Casey.
“I. . .love you too.” he responds softly, pausing after the first word to kiss me again. “And I could have. . .said something too. . .oh god Morgaine, you’re so beautiful!”
I’m still recovering from that when I realize his tongue is in my mouth.
Oh.
My.
God.
Okay, I’m not going to panic. This is a perfectly natural part of kissing, I’ve seen enough movies to know that, I’ve just never had the pleasure of experiencing it firsthand.
And while it can look pretty gross sometimes in the movies, it's not so bad. Takes some getting used to, but I kinda like it.
. . .
I’m babbling, aren’t I? See? I told you Casey turns me into a blithering idiot.
He thinks I’m beautiful. . .and his tongue is in my mouth. Holy fuck, this had better not be a dream or I’ll be pissed.
I hear a soft moan and blink as I realize that came from me.
Casey moans in response. Yes! I must be doing something right! Um, whoops! We bumped teeth. And it hurt a little.
. . .
YES! IT’S NOT A DREAM!
But Casey’s pulling away, his tongue running over his teeth. Damn it!
“Sorry.” he mumbles.
“No, it’s okay.” I say, grinning goofily. “That was. . .wow.”
I stare at him for a few moment, giddy and feeling like I'm floating. So this is what I’ve been missing. God, I’m so glad I waited.
“Casey, you are so gorgeous.” I whisper as I run my tongue over my teeth. Yeah, okay, that had hurt a bit. But it was worth it!
I grin shyly at him. Okay, so are we gonna snog some more?
Mmm. . .I’m not eager. . .much.
He grins and blushes. The next hour or so until his parents get home is pretty much a snogging blur. Too bad it ends abruptly when Casey hears the front door open and scrambles to find his glasses, hitting his head on his desk in the process. I’d help him look for them, except I’m way too dizzy.
“Wow.” is all I can seem to say.
Then I blink, realizing I should probably at least try to make it look like we were doing anything but snogging. I shake myself out of my trance long enough to help Casey find his glasses, then I grab my history book and arrange myself on the bed, folding my legs underneath me.
I’ve just gotten my book settled in my lap and flipped open to the correct chapter when Casey’s parents appear in his doorway.
“Oh Morgana.” his mother says, looking a little surprised.
“Oh hi, Mrs. Connor.” I say, smiling. “Casey and I are just studying. For our history test tomorrow.”
“Hi mom!” Casey squeaks. Oh god, does he have to look so guilty?
“Hi Casey.” Mrs. Connor says, eying me and Casey suspiciously. “Will you be staying for dinner, Morgana?”
I blink, realizing I haven’t bothered to call my mom and tell her where I am. Though Zeke hadn’t gone home, so she probably thinks I’m out with him or something.
“Uh. . .I-I don’t know.” I say, looking at Casey. Does he want me to stay?
“If you, um, want to.” Casey says, shrugging. He takes a steadying breath and addresses his parents.
“Mom, dad, um, Morgana and I, um,” he begins awkwardly, “she’s my girlfriend now.”
Mr. Connor just smiles at me shyly, looking a lot like his son. Casey’s mom, however, becomes embarrassingly happy.
“Oh my god!” she exclaims. “My little boy has his first girlfriend!”
Casey looks like he’s going to die from embarrassment as his mother hugs him and kisses him on the forehead before turning to me and doing the same.
“That’s wonderful! You two have known each other for so long!” she exclaims, then waves at Mr. Connor. “You see! I told you he wasn’t homosexual!”
Mr. Connor disappears quickly. Casey blushes burgundy. I’d forgotten how insane Mrs. Connor is.
I grin, feeling embarrassed for Casey. Thankfully my parents are a little more sane.
“Yeah, I want to stay for dinner.” I say. “Just let me call Mom and tell her where I’m at, so she won’t worry.”
I smile at him, reaching for the phone. Oh god, what is my mom going to say when I tell her? I hope she doesn’t do something embarrassing like Mrs. Connor.
Maybe I won’t tell her right away. Maybe I’ll wait and tell her when Casey’s present. Yeah.
I dial my house. “Hey Mom, I’m over at Casey’s.” I tell her. “What? No, Mom, we’re studying. For history. Yeah, so I’m gonna stay for dinner. Yes, Mom, I love you too. . . Yes, Mom, okay. I won’t stay out too late. Uhhh. . .no, I think Zeke’s good. Yeah, don’t worry, Mom, he’s fine. Bye Mom.”
I hang up the phone and smile at Casey. “I thought, maybe, ya know, you could come over for dinner tomorrow and we could tell her together about us.”
He nods, fidgeting. He doesn’t say anything until his mom leaves.
“I, um, I didn’t tell them about Delilah.” he mumbles. “I can’t believe my dad thought I was gay. I guess because of Zeke. That’s so weird.”
“Yeah, I figured you didn’t tell them about Delilah. That’s cool.” I say. “We’ll have to tell Zeke about what your dad thought. He’ll get a kick out of it.”
“So. . .yeah, we should probably actually try to study, huh?” I say, grinning. I feel like some more snogging, but his parents are home now, so that's out. We need a place we can go, somewhere we won’t be disturbed.
. . .
Ooh, Zeke’s house. Good plan.
He nods, but he’s smiling at me with open adoration. I’ve never seen him quite so. . . happy.
Okay, so we half-study, half-snog until dinner. At first I don’t understand why Casey’s so jumpy. Then I’m reminded that his mom doesn’t believe in privacy. God.
Dinner’s interesting. Mrs. Connor is practically doing cartwheels she’s so excited, and more and more I get the feeling that it was her who was afraid Casey was gay. After dinner, Casey and his dad start geeking out with this computer thingy that I totally don’t understand, but it’s totally cute to watch them putter. Sigh. Life is good.
And after dinner. . . Eeeee! He walks me home! We hold hands all the way, and he kisses me goodnight, and it’s wonderful.
I sigh happily as I watch Casey walk back to his house. I’m way too wired to sleep or do anything else. I’m about to burst with excitement and I’ve never felt this happy in my life.
Glancing across the street, I see the GTO is in Zeke’s driveway. Yay! I can tell him all the good news!
I skip across the street, probably looking like a dork, but I don’t care! I’ve finally hooked up with the man of my dreams!
I go around to the side door which leads down to the basement. Zeke gave me a key a long time ago.
Oh god, I hope he didn’t bring Delilah back here. . . I don’t feel like confronting her right now.
“Zeke?” I call out as I enter the basement and pull the door closed.
“Morgaine?” Zeke responds. The room’s dark, but I can tell by the smell that he’s got a joint burning. “What’s up? You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I say. I grin. “Actually, I’m way better than fine.”
I frown slightly. “You alone, bro?”
“How’s Casey?” he asks, grinning weakly. “Does he hate me?”
“Well, he did at first.” I admit, waving my hand in front of my face to try and dispel the smell. “But then he realized that you were doing him a favor.”
In. n. “He asked me to be his girlfriend.” I say. “He got down on his knees and everything. Is sos sooooooooo romantic.”
I sigh happily and swoon, flopping down on the old couch. “Why didn’t I tell him sooner, Zeke?”
“I don’t know, but he’d better appreciate me taking one for the team.” Zeke says, then giggles in that decidedly stoner way. “Delilah’s SO fucking annoying.”
“Yeah, I don’t think you have to worry about that.” I say. “Casey definitely appreciates it. And so do I.”
I glance at him, grinning. “Thank you, Zeke. I know it was a big sacrifice for you.”
We’re silent for a moment, and I’m thinking about Casey. “He’s just so perfect, Zeke.” I say, smiling. “I have. . .this is the happiest I’ve ever been.”
I giggle. “We snogged. Then his parents came home. God, his mom was thrilled when he told her we were dating. She thought he was gay.”
“You what?” Zeke asks, then laughs again. “Snogged? That’s a funny word. What does it mean? She thought Case was gay? That’s hilarious. I’d fuck him.”
“Snogged.” I repeat, rolling my eyes as I grin. “You know, we kissed. Made out. Whatever you want to call it.”
Just thinking about Casey’s tongue in my mouth makes me all tingly.
I laugh. “Don’t tell Casey you’d fuck him. He already thinks it’s weird that his mom thought he was gay. Because of yoHangHanging around so much, I guess.”
I sigh, leaning my head against the back of the couch. “So how did Delilah take it? Or was she even coherent enough to realize what had happened or even care?”
“She’s a first class cunt.” Zeke responds, shaking his head. “She’s pretty sure Casey’s gonna take her back. Stupid bitch.”
“Henious bitch.” I correct. “There’s no way in hell Casey’s gonna take her back. He’s happy again. Really happy. God, Zeke, you should see his eyes now.”
“And he thinks I’m beautiful, can you believe that?” I say, grinning. “He thinks I’m. . .splendiferous.”
I sigh happily. “I like being in love. It’s a good feeling.”
“If I look into his eyes, he might think I’m coming onto him.” Zeke says, then giggles again. “He gets kinda gay when he’s stoned. Snuggly. He’s hot. You’re lucky.”
God, stoners are SO annoying.
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, thanks.”
I’m trying really hard to forget Casey’s comment that he’d been stoned when he and Delilah made out the first time. I don’t want to think about those two together.
“Delilah’s gonna be in for a big surprise if she thinks Casey’s just gonna take her back.” I mutter. “Think she’ll just let him go or should I start practicing my fighting technique?”
“Hire ninjas.” Zeke says, thaughaughs hysterically. “Fuck, ninjas are fuckin’ funny. Cheerleader ninjas. Whoops! Gettin’ into porn territory there! Mmmm. . .porn would be good right now.”
I groan, rolling my eyes. “God, Zeke, there’s no use talking to you when you’re stoned. We live in fucking Ohio, man. Where am I supposed to find ninjas? As for the porn, you’re on your own.”
“Farmer ninjas.” Zeke insists, giggling even more. He reaches for his joint and takes another hit. “Hey, I’m hurt. Casey’s stealing my sis. I’m trying to cope. It’s not my fault I live an empty, soulless existence, fueled by rebellion and drugs.”
He pouts, obviously working himself into a depression.
I sigh, letting my head drop forward. “Zeke, Casey’s not stealing me.” I insist. “I can date him and still hang out with you too. You’re my bro, man.”
I raise my head, staring at him. “You’ve always been there for me, Zeke. You’ve always been somebody that I could talk to. Nobody can take me away from you, so you can stop moping.”
“You should call him.” Zeke says, suddenly jumping tangents. “He’s probably hugging his pillow, pretending it’s you. He does that a lot.”
I blink. “What?” I say, blushing. “How do you know that?”
“Case gets stoned and he talks.” Zeke responds. “Man, the guy blows my fucking mind sometimes, he’s so smart. His poetry’s great too.”
“Casey writes poetry?” I say, blinking. “I didn’t know that. . .”
I chew my lip. “So I should call him. . .”
I eye the phone sitting on the floor next to the couch. It might seem strange for there to be a phone in the basement but, well, Zeke spends most of his time down here.
“Okay.” I say, picking up the phone and punching in Casey’s number. “I’m going to call him.”
“Yay!” Zeke cheers, then laughs again. It’s starting to become less annoying, because I’m getting buzzed from the air in the room.
“Hello?” Mrs. Connor answers.
“Hey, Mrs. Connor.” I say, biting my lip to keep from giggling. “Um. . .could I speak to Casey?”
“Morgana? Yes, yes of course.” Mrs. Connor responds. “Not too long though. It’s past his bedtime. Hold on, I’ll get him.”
“Okay, thanks.” I say, grinning.
I glance at Zeke, putting my hand over the phone. “It’s past his bedtime.” I whisper, giggling. Yeah right. Like Casey goes to sleep when his parents dictate he should.
Casey picks up the phone.
“Okay mom! Hang up!” He calls out. I can hear rustling as he puts the phone to his ear.
“Are you okay!?” He asks urgently. Sweet, sweet Casey. So thoughtful. . .god I’d love to feel him inside me.
. . .
Shit, I’m getting stoned.
“I’m better than okay, Casey.” I say, grinning. “I’m fantastic. I wanted to hear your voice. I like your voice, Casey. It’s sexy. You’re sexy. I love you, Casey.”
“I love you too.” he says, obviously a bit thrown off. . .well, it would be obvious to me if Zeke’s entire basement wasn’t currently a giant hotbox. There’s a pause.
“Mom! Hang UP!” he says. There’s a clatter on the line as his mother hangs up downstairs.
Then he says, softly, furtively, “You’re, um, sexy too.”
I giggle, biting my lip. “I like kissing you, Casey. Will you ride to school with me and Zeke tomorrow? We can make out in the back seat.”
I try to imagine what Casey looks like at this very moment. “What are you wearing?”
Wait. . .did I just say that aloud? Yeah. I’m stoned.
Zeke guffaws.
“Um, pajamas. I’m in bed.” Casey responds. “Yeah, a ride to school sounds good. You sure you’re okay, Morgaine? You sound different.”
I laugh. “I think I’m stoned, Casey. What kind of pajamas? Tell me what they look like. Are you wearing a shirt?”
Mmm. . .I really want to see him naked. . .
“Um, they’re blue.” he responds, his voice soft so his parents won’t hear. “Yeah, I’m wearing a shirt, but I can take it off if you want. Why are you stoned? We have a test tomorrow!”
“I’m going upstairs.” Zeke announces as he staggers to his feet. “I don’t need to hear you guys have phone sex.”
“Mmm, I like blue. Your eyes are blue. Such a pretty blue.” I mumble. “It’s Zeke’s fault. I came over to talk and he was smoking a joint.”
I wave to Zeke. “Don’t trip on the stairs, dude.” I say, giggling.
To Casey, I say, “Yeah, take your shoff.off. Please?”
Wow, okay, there are benefits to being stoned. I’d never have the courage to do this otherwise.
Zeke trips on the stairs on the way up. I laugh.
“Um, okay, hold on.” Casey says, then sets the phone down. There’s a dull rustling on the line before he returns. “Okay. Done. Your turn.”
“Okay.” I say. Then I set the phone down on the couch and pull my shirt over my head, letting it drop to the floor. I pick the phone back up and put it to my ear. “Bra too?”
My hand is already reaching around to unhook the clasp. If I weren’t stoned, I’d be asking myself what the hell am I doing, but I’m stoned so I don’t.
“Oh god yeah.” he responds. I can hear his breathing quickening over the line. Wait, wait wait wait, sweet little Casey’s a closet pervert?
. . .
Cool!
“Okay.” I say, letting my voice drop to a seductive purr. “I’m taking it off now.”
I fumble with the clasp, finally get it undone and then slhe she straps off my shoulder. A few moments la the the bra joins my shirt on the floor.
I can feel my heart thumping against my chest and I wonder if Casey can hear it. I’m sitting in Zeke’s basement, topless.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” I say, giggling. “Not that I want to stop.”
“I bet you look incredible right now.” he says in a breathy whisper. “God I wish I could see you.”
“Sneak out.” I whisper. “I’m at Zeke’s. He won’t mind. He’s upstairs.”
“Sneak. . .out?” he repeats trepidatiously. “How? My parents are downstairs.”
“Um. . .”
Yeah, that could be a problem. . .
“Can you climb out the window?” I ask.
“Um. . .” he responds. I can hear him moving. Then the window sliding open. “Uhhh. . . maybe?”
“Can you try without killing yourself?” I ask. “Please, Casey. I want to feel you inside me.”
. . .
Oops. I was supposed to think that, not say that.
“Yeah, um, okay, I’ll be over there in ten minutes.” he says immediately, eagerly despite his trepidations. “I’ll. . .”
I can hear his door open in the background. Shit.
“Mom!” he exclaims. I can hear his mother saying something, but I can’t make out what.
“Yeah, okay, five minutes.” he says. There’s a pause, I assume while he’s getting rid of his mother, before he adds “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” I say, frowning. I can feel disappointment looming. . .
Oh fuck, had his mother been listening in on our conversation?
“She says I have to get off the phone in five minutes.” he responds sullenly. “Fuck, sometimes I feel like this place is a prison.”
“Oh.” I say, breathing a sigh of relief. “I thought she’d overheard us.” I giggle.
“It’s only for another year, Casey.” I say. “Then we’ll be going off to college.”
I frown slightly. I’m too stoned to be thinking about something as heavy as college. I don’t want to leave Casey.
“Well, lemme get off here so you can come over.” I say. “I’m waiting, love.”
“Yeah. Okay. Um, see you soon. Love you.” he says, hise fue furtive. Oh my god, he’s actually going to come!
“Love you too.” I say.
I hang up, feeling giddy. He’s really, actually going to come over. Casey. To Zeke’s. And we’re going to. . .yeah.
Oh.
My.
God. I’m going to hyperventilate.
. . .
Is he here yet?