Snapshot of the Life of a Dork
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Adult ++
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6
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Chapter 7
The next morning, the first thing I’m aware of is Zeke practically falling down the stairs. Judging by the groaning, he’s feeling the effects of falling asleep stoned.
“Hey lovebirds. Wake up. You’re late.” he mumbles as he passes the couch. Casey stirs underneath me, tilting his head back and squinting at Zeke.
Eeeeeeee! Casey!
“What time is it?” he asks, his voice thick with sleep.
“Quarter to nine.” Zeke responds.
“Shit.” Casey groans.
I yawn, rubbing my eyes. Then I grin, looking down at Casey.
“So last night wasn’t a dream.” I say. Wow, he looks really gorgeous when he’s just woken up. His hair’s all tousled and he just looks so adorable I want to kiss him.
I lean down to kiss him softly, all too aware of his morning hardness pressing against me. Mmm, do we have time for a shower?
“No, it was real.” he responds, mindmind and body at war over who’s going to make the decisions. “And we’re really late for school.”
“Fuck school. Play hooky and make out.” Zeke says as he searches for clean clothes.
“We have a test, Zeke.” Casey insists.
I chew my lip, frowning. Stupid history test. What to do. . .what to do. . .
“Okay, so we’ll go to school, take the test and cut out early.” I say, grinning.
I glance at Casey. “What do you say, babe?”
Casey looks pained. Right. I’d forgotten he actually IS a nerd.
“C’mon, Casey.” I say, kissing his neck. “It’s only one day. Nobody will notice. Zeke and I have done it plenty.”
“Don’t be a dick, Case.” Zeke mutters. “Harvard’ll still be there tomorrow.”
“Um. . .I’ll think about it.” Casey says weakly.
“Fine, think about it with clothes on.” Zeke says as he pulls off the shirt he’s still wearing from the night before.
I blink, realizing Casey and I are naked and Zeke isn’t even blinking an eye. See, he’s cool like that. Usually I’m okay with being naked around Zeke, but now. . .this time. . .it’s weird. Casey and I made love on his couch! And he’ll be sitting on this eventually!
Next time, we’re going upstairs. There’s plenty of unused beds.
“Zeke, do I still have some clothes over here?” I ask as I sit up, crossing my arms over my chest.
Ince nce at Casey. “We have time for a quick shower. . .right?” I put on my best pout, chewing my lip.
“Yeah. Bottom drawer.” Zeke says, pointedly not looking over. Casey scrambles for his clothes.
“A quick one, yeah.” he says, hopping into his pants.
“Cool.” I say, grinning. I grab my clothes from last night and put them on, then grab Casey’s hand.
“C’mon, bathroom’s upstairs.” I say, dragging him toward the stairs. I’m about to take a shower with the man of my dreams. Life is very, very good.
“Uh, okay, um, you can go first, I guess.” Casey says cluelessly as he stumbles up the stairs. Zeke snorts in amusement.
I grin as I lead Casey through the house. “Well, actually, I was thinking more along the lines of us taking a shower together.”
I kiss his cheek. “You’re so adorable.” I tell him before I tug him into Zeke’s room. I let go of his hand and go over to the dresser drawers, pulling open the bottom one and rummaging through it. Wow, I’ve got an assortment of clothes over here.
“Oh!” he exclaims, suddenly eager. I giggle. Adorable is an understatement.
“Um, how come you have so many clothes here?” he asks, looking perplexed.
I shrug, selecting a fresh pair of underwear and a bra. “I spend the night here sometimes. When I need a quiet place to study or just want some company.”
I pause in my debating over whether I should wear the blue shirt or the red and glance at him curiously. “Why?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Don’t your parents get mad?” he asks. “Um, I like the red one better.”
“Nope.” I say, grinning as I put the blue shirt back. “See, my parents kind of took Zeke to raise. I mean, he still lives over here and stuff, but he comes to our house for meals. I don’t call him my brother for nothing, Casey.”
“So this can be our safe haven.” I say as I reach back into the drawer for a pair of jeans.
“I’m gonna have to talk to my parents about that.” Casey said, not relishing the idea, based on his expression. “Can I ask you something, Morgaine? The thing with Zeke’s parents, do you find it weird?”
“Yeah, I do.” I say, nodding. “Really weird. Zeke acts like he doesn’t give a shit, like it doesn’t bother him that they’re not here, but it does. He doesn’t talk about them.”
I shrug. “Hell, I don’t even know the whole story of why they went away and left him here and I’m his pseudo sister.”
“Do you think it’s illegal stuff?” he asks. It’s pretty obvious he does.
“Nah, they’re ninjas." I say, grinning. “Secret agent types. Very hush hush business.”
Although that could explain Zeke’s tendency to lean toward drug making and dealing. . .
No. . .no way.
“Secret agents? Really?” Casey asks, his eyes widening. “Um, forget it, none of my business. Um, we should shower if you still want to. I really don’t want to be late.”
“Casey, honestly, I don’t know.” I say, chuckling. “Like I said, Zeke doesn’t talk much about his parents. He told me they were secret agents once, but he could’ve just been yanking my chain.”
“We’re already late.” I say, taking his hand. “A few more minutes won’t matter much.”
I wink at him, grinning seductively (at least I hope that’s what it comes off as) and pulling him toward the bathroom.
It’s seductive enough for him, apparently, because he stops arguing.
“How. . .” he squeaks, then clears his throat and tries again. “How hot do you want the water?”
“As hot as you can stand it.” I say.
I pull him into the bathroom and shut the door, already pulling my shirt over my head. I’ve always wanted to have sex in the shower. Here’s my chance.
I drop my shirt on the floor, grinning at him. “Casey, I really enjoyed last night.” I say as I work on unfastening my pants.
“Yeah. Me too.” he responds with a sincere grin. “It was great! Better than great!”
He starts fiddling with the shower. After a moment, though, he looks over his shoulder to ogle me. Good. I was starting to get worried.
“See anything you like, stud?” I purr as I push my pants down my hips, letting them pool on the floor at my feet before I step out of them and kick them aside.
Then I giggle, totally blowing the whole seduction thing. God, had that been corny or what?
“What’s. . .what’s so funny?” he stammers shyly, his cheeks going red. “I see a lot of things I like.”
“I’m not laughing at you.” I insist as I move closer to him. “I’m laughing at me. You don’t think what I said was corny?”
I tilt my head to one side, watching him curiously, as I reach out to trace the path of his cheekbone with my fingertips. “I see a lot of things I like too.”
He grins, then kisses me quickly.
“I don’t know, I liked it.” he admits as steam starts to rise from the tub. “Come on, we should keep moving.”
He starts the shower, then wriggles out of his pants.
I let out a whistle. “Casey, you have the cutest tush.”
I move closer, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing my breasts against his back. I place a soft kiss on his shoulder and begin slowly kissing up to his neck. My hands slowly roam up his torso, teasingly brushing against his nipples.
School can wait. Who needs a history test anyway? Mr. Tate will let us make it up.
His eyes close and he moans in spite of himself, bracing himself against the shower door. Yes! I’m wearing him down!
I grin, attaching my lips to the juncture where his shoulder and neck meet and beginning to lightly suck. I think I’m getting the hang of this seduction thing. It’s fun.
. . .
Fuck, I’m becoming a slut right before my very own eyes. Oh well, it’s only for Casey. It’s not like I’m planning to go out and fuck a different guy every night, like some bitches I could name.
I push aside those thoughts and concentrate on Casey. One hand slides back down his chest, over his abdomen and tentatively brushes against his erection.
He gasps and presses closer to me, and pulls me into the shower as he kisses me needfully. Maybe I’m a natural at this slut stuff.
I moan softly against his mouth as I return the kiss eagerly. My hand wraps around his erection a little firmly and I begin to slowly stroke him as my tongue runs over his lips.
He grabs onto my shoulders to steady himself as the hot water soaks us. He moans loudly, his eyes closing. Geez, you’d think with Delilah, he’d be used to this by now.
Maybe they didn’t have sex as often as I’m agonizing over. . . Maybe I’m just doing some wishful thinking. If I were Delilah, I’d be all over Casey every chance I got.
But I’m not Delilah (thank god) and I intend to be all over Casey every chance I got. . .but not so tacky, like she could be. There was a time and a place for things like that.
This being one of them. Go me!
I slide my hand slowly from base to tip, pausing to rub my thumb over the tip. The sounds of his moans, coupled with what I’m doing to him, are seriously turning me on. I can feel a wet heat that has nothing to do with the water forming between my legs.
Casey braces himself against the wall, murmuring an “Oh god” as his face contorts in pleasure. This is surprisingly easy, this hand job stuff.
Wow does he look hot.
“God, Casey, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” I breath, my eyes captivated by the rapturous expression on his face.
There’s something heady about the realization that I am the one who’s put that pleasure there. Me. Morgana Marsterdam. The dorky girl who’d only practiced her snogging technique on a pillow that she’d pretended was Casey Connor.
Funny how life works out sometimes, huh?
Casey suddenly grabs me and kisses me hard, that violent passion returning. I wish I knew what button I push that makes him do that.
Maybe I’ll ask him. . .when I’m thinking straight.
For now, I shudder pleasurably as I moan his name, the sound somewhat muffled by the fact that our lips are pressed together. I want him. Oh god, how do I want him.
He gradually pins me up against the wall of the shower and starts sucking my breasts again, taking his time on each one, suddenly in no hurry to go to school. I’d feel bad about being a bad influence if what he’s doing didn’t feel so damned good.
“Casey, oh god, Casey.” I gasp, my eyes threatening to flutter closed. I try to keep them open, wanting to watch him, but I’m fighting a losing battle.
The wetness between my legs has increased, accompanied by an ever-growing ache.
I grab his shoulder, my other hand sliding up into his hair as I arch my back. “Casey, I need you. Please.” I beg.
“I’m right here.” he responds, his voice husky. “What do you need?”
I moan. What happened to his ability to read my mind, huh?
“You inside me, Casey.” I gasp, my voice breathy. “Love me, baby. Fuck me senseless.”
“The condoms are downstairs, my love.” he breathes in response. Whoo! Now he’s getting cheesy! But I like it!
“C’mon, this is Zeke’s bathroom.” I say. “He must have some.”
He starts to protest, then catches himself and practically leaps out of the shower to search the bathroom.
Mental note: Remember to do something really nice for Zeke. After all, he let us use his couch, Casey is going to take one of his condoms, we’re planning to use his house for a rendezvous point. . .
“Finding it okay, lover?” I purr as I pull back the shower curtain enough that I can stick my head out without getting water all over the place.
“Still looking!” he responds, then opens the last drawer and cries out triumphantly.
I grin. Jackpot. Good ol’ Zeke. You could always count on him to have what you want.
“Then hurry up, lover.” I say in a sultry tone as I push back the shower curtain. “The water’s getting cold.”
“Maybe you just miss me.” he suggests with a grin as he returns to the shower.
“Mmm, definitely.” I murmur as I immediately press against him and begin trailing kisses from the point of his chin, along his jaw and back to his ear.
“I want you.” I whisper in his ear before I take his earlobe into my mouth and suck gently, as he had last night on mine.
“I want you too.” he echoes, then sighs. He fumbles to put the condom on. Good boy. No more wasting time. Maybe I should go on the pill. These things are pains in the ass.
I briefly entertain the fantasy of having Casey’s baby. Then I panic and push that thought aside. Whoa, no, no need to think about that. Plenty of time ahead of us to think about THAT.
I kiss him urgently, moaning. “Oh Casey.” My hands run through his hair and then skim down his arms, my fingers intertwining with his.
“Morgaine.” he responds, then coaxes one of my legs up around his hip, granting him access to my center. He fumbles to enter me.
“Never done it standing up before.” he admits.
“Neither have I.” I say, grinning. “Feels pretty good so far.”
Boy howdy, did it. Yowza.
“Kiss me, Casey.” I whisper, my eyes locking onto his.
He complies eagerly, and I slide down his length as we’re concentrating on other things. He sighs into my mouth as if breathing his very soul into me.
I shiver as I run my hands down his arms, returning his kiss. You know. . .I could easily get used to this regular sex thing.
Oh my god, Stokely will not believe me when I tell her. Hmm. . .Casey won’t mind me telling Stokely, will he?
The lovemaking is slow and sensual, just like it’s depicted in all those trashy romance novels. Yes, I admit, I have read one or two of them. Okay, maybe more. Anyway, by the time we’re done with our lovemaking and a quick shower, we’re already twenty minutes later than we were to begin with.
“Aw shit.” I hiss as I hop around on one foot in Zeke’s room, trying to wriggle into my pants. I’d only half-dried off, and trying to put denim on when your skin is damp is no easy task.
Casey grabs my arm to stop me from falling over, and we end up kissing again. By the time we come up for air, another ten minutes have passed.
Ooookay, Casey’s freaking out now.
“I have to stop being so irresponsible!” he exclaims as he frantically tries to do something hasty with his hair. “God, what’s wrong with me?!”
“It’s okay, Casey.” I say, grinning. “Relax.”
I run my fingers through my hair. Zeke’s probably got a brush in the bathroom, but I’m too lazy to go back in there and look for it. Besides he hardly ever brushes his hair anyway, so he might not even own a brush anymore.
I shake my head, amused, as I reach out and finger comb Casey’s hair. “So we’re late to school.” I say, shrugging. “It’s not the end of the world.”
“There.” I say, nodding with satisfaction at my handiwork. “Perfection.”
I kiss his cheek, then step into my sneakers and lace them up.
Casey grumbles something, then flies out the door, hollering for Zeke, who appears behind me.
“That guy’s wound way too tight.” Zeke mutters, shaking his head. “He’s gotta learn to relax.”
I grin, glancing at Zeke. “Well, he’s not a pro at playing hooky like you and me, Zeke.” I say. “Don’t worry. I’m working on him.”
I scrunch my nose up at Zeke and then head downstairs, whistling merrily. Yep, yep, life is a bowl of cherries.
“Come on you guys let’s go!” Casey exclaims, dancing anxiously by the side of the car. “We’re so late!”
“Okay, okay, we’re coming.” I say. I grin as I move around to the passenger side of the car. “Keep your pants on, cutie.”
I wink at him as Zeke unlocks the car and I open the door. I slide into the back seat and pull Casey in after me. Then I lean forward and pull the door shut.
“To school, Ezekiel.” I say in a prim and proper British accent, grinning.
“If I’d kept my pants on, I wouldn’t be in this mess.” Casey sulks as he settles into the back seat.
“Case, it’s only a test.” Zeke insists.
“It’s worth ten percent of our mark!” Casey protests.
“And you’ll ace it when they let you write it tomorrow!” Zeke insists. “Or at lunch or whatever you geeks do. Tell them you had alien-related trauma after watching the X-Files or something. You’re a fucking hero, Case. They’ll cut you some slack!”
“Seriously, Case, you’ve got nothing to worry about.” I say as I rub my hand down his arm. “It’s not like you make it a regular habit to be late.”
I throw a pointed look at Zeke, grinning. Then I turn back to Casey and softly kiss behind his ear. “Besides, wasn’t it worth it?” I whisper.
Casey shrugs, squirming indecisively. His cheeks flush red. . .and I think something’s happening in his pants. I’ll take that as a yes.
I grin triumphantly and rest my head against his shoulder. “Then quit worrying and just enjoy what happened.”
I close my eyes and snuggle closer to him, intending to catch a quick cat nap.
He sighs and kisses my forehead.
“Okay. I’ll try.” he whispers, just before Zeke backs the car out of the driveway like a rocket. Casey stiffens, obviously still not used to Zeke’s driving.
“Jeez, Zeke, take it easy.” I mutter, wrinkling my nose. I bury my face against Casey’s neck, breathing deeply of his unique scent.
I doze lightly until all too soon I feel the car slow and then stop altogether. I groan, clinging to Casey. No, we can’t be at school. I’m not ready for a stupid test. Hell, I’m not even really awake.
Zeke puts the car in park, then turns around and looks at Casey seriously.
“Okay, let me do the talking.” he says. “Just stay quiet and look shellshocked.”
“Huh?” Casey responds, his eyes wide.
“Perfect.” Zeke says, then gets out of the car.
“Morgaine, we’re here.” Casey tells me gently, stroking my hair. “Time to go to school.”
“Mmm.” I mumble, then slowly lift my head and smile sleepily at him. “Have I ever told you. . .how adorable you are?”
That probably would’ve sounded a lot more romantic if I hadn’t yawned in the middle of it. . .
He grins in spite of himself.
“I think you mentioned it.” he says, grabbing his school bag. “Come on. I’m supposed to look shellshocked.”
I smile and grab my book bag, then follow him out of the car. As we follow Zeke toward the main building, I reach for his hand.
I smile brightly as I feel his hand close around mine and I begin whistling again, not caring in the least that we’re late for school or that we have a history test. Casey and Zeke are all I need.
Zeke makes a point of sticking his head in Miss Burke’s class before Casey tugs him back into motion. Eeee! He’s so cute when he’s glaring daggers.
“Remember. Shellshocked.” Zeke mutters to Casey as we approach Mr. Tate’s hushed classroom. The test is underway. Zeke knocks on the door. Casey suddenly has no trouble looking uncomfortable.
I bite my lip, trying not to look amused. Casey is just so damned cute though! It’s almost impossible not to smile when he’s around.
Though I am curious to see what magic trick Zeke performs this time. I watch him carefully as the door opens and Mr. Tate frowns at the three of us.
“You’re late.” he says, staring suspiciously at us.
I start to say shi shit’ but manage to bite my tongue at the last minute and look chastened instead.
Casey recoils a little, unable to help himself.
“Easy Case. This really is Mr. Tate.” Zeke says in a soothing voice. Casey blinks at him, not comprehending.
“Mr. Tate, can I talk to you privately for a minute?” Zeke asks gravely.
Okay, I really have to bite my tongue this time, to keep from laughing out loud. Is Zeke seriously going with the alien-related trauma excuse? Too funny. Wonder if Tate will buy it?
Mr. Tate’s frown deepens, but he nods. “Sure, Zeke.” He glances at me and Casey, then motions Zeke off to the side.
I glance at Casey, shrugging my shoulders, still trying hard not to laugh.
“What’s he doing?” Casey whispers, his eyes almost bulging out of his head as he watches Zeke and the history teacher. Mr. Tate looks over and he quickly looks down. “Shit!”
Zeke’s expression, meanwhile, is very solemn. Suddenly, however, Delilah comes rushing out of the classroom and tackles Casey.
“Casey bear!” she exclaims loudly. “Oh my god I was so worried! Where have you been?!”
Casey’s eyes are wider than I’ve ever seen them as she plasters a kiss on his obviously unwilling lips. He doesn’t want you, heinous bitch! Back off!
And Casey bear? What the fuck is that?
God, I wish I’d worn his shirt or something. . .or worn lipstick and planted a big kiss on him before we’d gotten into the school and not told him that he had lipstick on his face.
I glare daggers at Delilah. It’s all I can do not to pry her off him and punch her in her Estee Lauder lips.
And why is Casey just standing there letting her kiss him?! Why isn’t he pulling away?!
Mr. Tate clears his throat pointedly, shooting a look at Delilah. Oh thank god PDAs are strongly discouraged in school. Not that the students ever pay attention, but hey, at least Mr. Tate’s on my side. Sort of.
“G-get away from me.” Casey mumbles weakly the first chance he gets.
“Excuuuuuse me?” Delilah responds, copping an obvious attitude.
“See Mr. Tate?” Zeke says, pointing at Casey. “He’s not himself! Morgana had to coax him out of the bathroom at my place! He even thinks his parents are involved this time!”
“What!?” Casey exclaims. “Zeke!”
“Shhh, it’s okay, Casey.” I say, taking his hand and squeezing it reassuringly. I shoot Delilah a dirty look that screams ‘Back off!’
Mr. Tate frowns thoughtfully, then nods. “Yes, I see exactly what you mean, Zeke.” he says. “All right. Delilah, please return to your seat. Casey, Morgana, you can make the test up during lunch. For now, you need to go to the office and sign in.”
“Thank you, Mr. Tate.” I say gratefully.
“Yes Mr. Tate.” Delilah says, putting on a phony sweetness. She shoots me an evil look, then heads back into class.
“Huh?” Casey grunts, blinking. He rubs at his lips, apparently trying to get the Delilah off him. Ugh! Of course SHE wore lipstick!
I loop my arm around Casey’s. “Shh, c’mon,” I mutter before I drag him toward the office, “before Mr. Tate changes his mind.”
Yes, or I wrench Delilah out of that classroom by her hair and claw her eyes out. Oooooh, nice mental image.
Mr. Tate heads back into his classroom and I glance over my shoulder at Zeke. “Thank you.” I tell him. “Owe you one.”
Zeke winks at me, then waves me down the hall.
“What the fuck just happened?!” Casey hisses as we make our way to the office.
“Basically Zeke told Mr. Tate that you’d had an alien-related trauma.” I tell him matter-of-factly. “Most likely involving the belief that the aliens were back and trying to take over again.”
“God, can you believe Delilah?” I hiss, making a face.
Great, now I’ve got this horrid feeling in my stomach. I know she’s going to make a big deal out of this. I can feel it.
“That was gross.” he mumbles, shrinking into himself and rubbing at his mouth again. “Sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” I insist. “You wanna make a quick stop at the bathroom?”
There’s no way I’m kissing those lips until they’ve been de-Delilah-tized.
“Maybe the shop.” he grumbles. “So I can use sandpaper. But I’ll settle for the bathroom. God she’s a whore.”
I grin and kiss his cheek. “I love you, Casey.”
Ha ha, Delilah, take THAT! Casey is mine and there’s no way that heinous bitch is getting him back.
“I love you too.” he says, looking confused again. “What’d I do?”
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