tell me with your eyes

brows furrow as she glances up from her notes. she’s not shocked by the question, knowing gemma well, but annoyed. “let’s talk about how you fuck me over all the time instead, gems. you’re distracting me,” she quips, pen tapping against the desk. “i have about three hours of notes to get through and i don’t think talking about head will help. if you need a study break, i could use another latte. i’ll pay for yours too.”

heat rushes to morgan’s face and he straightens, glancing around to see if anyone might have heard the question. “oh, so it’s that kind of game.” he remarks. he should have known. a thumbnail finds its way to his mouth as he debates whether or not to answer her, upon consideration, he resolves that he had agreed to play the game in the first place. a sigh precedes a smile, then he begins. “okay, so, my sophomore year after my fraternity’s formal,” he hesitates and then admits, “probably because it was the only time i’ve ever did the whole like, casual deal.” his shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “your turn. truth or dare.”

SEB: someone left clothes at mine. are they yours bc if not free clothes

SEB: come get it

GEMMA: cropped nike hoodie? really cute and soft as heaven?

GEMMA: i've been looking everywhere for it

       ❝   oh,   miss me with that.   it’s faux progression masking invasion of privacy if anything —-   no offense,   but this is just the verbal equivalent of  ‘  i’ll show you mine if you show me your’s.  ‘   i’m just tired.   all it is anymore is rimjob this,   blowjob that,   like,   does anyone wanna talk about music or shit ?   millennials,   am i right ?   ❞   he follows in suit and takes the plunge,   sheepishly sipping at his drink for a moment.    ❝   because that’s it,   that’s the story.   we were by the bay and he sucked my dick and aesthetically it was interesting but technically,   it was lackluster.   ❞    

       ❝    the music.   i know the band too:.   alex is my jam guy and i had classes with sam all last year.   but the music,   even if i didn’t know them,   would have been enough.   gotta support local,   you know ?   there can’t be a scene if no one comes out to see it.    ❞   she plays with her straw while she rambles.    ❝    so weird.   you think you know everyone that comes out to these things,   then there’s a beautiful stranger.   small towns always keep their little surprises.    ❞

     he looks up from his coffee.   ❝   we don’t have to do this.   in fact,   i’d go as far as to argue that we’re better than this conversation.   i could tell you about the time i got a blowjob by bay from a local celebrity morning talk show host’s son at trip garrison’s graduation party,   but what do we gain from that ?   is it really going to enrich our relationship ?   ❞   he punctuates the thought with another attempt at a hesitant sip from the mug.

“Oh it’s not the last time, just the best,” Elsie stated, “don’t worry your pretty little head, I am getting what I need.” Her eyebrow raised as Gemma spoke, “a guy, honestly, can’t relate,” she said plainly. “However tongue rings, now that I understand.”

“cute, but not what i meant. two years is long time to just be having okay head. that’s what tragic.” gemma laughed, giving her friend another shrug. “trust me, i was surprised too. i mean he could have stayed down there for hours and i wouldn’t complain.”

“Well, the best time I’ve been eaten out was like two years ago at a cheerleading competition. She was a flyer for another team but incredibly incredibly talented,” Elsie said, smiling at the memory. “You?”

Elsie listened to the girl’s question, an eyebrow raised at the comment. “Is head gender neutral because I always figured that that term only referred to when pensises were involved…” she tailed off.