Read Fuck Valentine's Day Online

Authors: C. M. Stunich

Fuck Valentine's Day (5 page)

Rational
Andi:
Dear God, can you please shut the fuck up?

I
sighed, and pulled out of my fantasies. I wasn't an idiot, okay? It
wasn't like I didn't realize how stupid I sounded. A guy sent me a
picture of his dick in the mail. That's fucking weird. Still, I
couldn't help but follow this thing to the end. As long as he didn't
ask me to meet him in a dark alley alone and unarmed in the middle of
the night, I figured I was okay.

So
I dressed myself in a pair of red skinny jeans, a black tank top,
some tennis shoes, and a winter coat and headed to class.

Quinn
was waiting for me when I arrived.


Hey
there, Andi,” he said, and it honestly took me several seconds
to respond as he'd never used my actual name before. Impressive.
Very impressive. Quinn grinned at me and nibbled at his sexy lip.
His Mohawk was in full form, nice and spiky and straight up and down,
gelled to perfection. Despite the chill winter air, he was wearing a
white tank that did everything to show off his muscular arms and his
myriad tattoos, and nothing to ward off the chill of winter.


Aren't
you freezing to death?” I asked him as I shivered and glanced
surreptitiously over at the bulletin board. It was absolutely
covered in crap. There were ads for roommates, for tutors, for
summer jobs; there were sales flyers for the local mall and the
campus bookstore, even ads proclaiming their need for a sexual
partner to spend Valentine's Day with. How the hell was I supposed
to find Price Albert in all of that? Hmm? I was hoping to hell that
he was going to be a tad less mysterious this time or I would never
be able to find my next clue, and I wanted it. Oh trust me, I
wanted
it.


I
was until you showed up,” Quinn said, stepping forward and
wrapping his arms around my waist. I was going to protest, to bark
at him for disappearing on me yesterday, when his warm lips pressed
against mine and silenced all logical thought.
Mmm.


Did
you miss me as much as I missed you?” Quinn asked as he pulled
back and threw a lascivious wink my way. He brushed the hair from my
face as I struggled to come up with something to say.


Um,
no,” I said which was the honest truth. I hadn't missed him,
not really. I'd
thought
about him, but then, that isn't
really the same thing, now is it? Besides, I hardly knew the guy.
Wet humping aside, we'd barely spoken a dozen words to one another.
“Anyway, I didn't appreciate you running off yesterday. Where
the hell did you go?” Quinn rubbed at his face with his hand
and tried to play off his reaction as nonchalant when I could see
that in reality, something was bothering him. The tattoos on his
fingers danced enticingly before me as he pretended to itch his face.


You
seemed pretty comfortable with that teacher,” he said, no doubt
referencing Preston Ellis. “Like maybe you knew him or
something?”

I
blinked and tried not to sound stupid when I said, “Huh?”
The strange tone in Quinn's voice was not jealously (though it
would've been nice if it had been), but rather something else. Fear,
I think.
What the hell?


Why?”
I asked as Quinn's head followed the ass of a very hot, very blonde
coed into the doors of our lit class. I rolled my eyes and tried to
resist the urge to punch him in the stomach. I wished Scar Face was
there, if only briefly, so he could do it for me. Bet that would've
gotten Quinn's undivided attention. “Let's get to class,”
I said as I moved away, certain that I didn't want to miss today's
lecture on the importance of grammar in dissertations. Much as that
subject fascinated me, I had other thoughts on the brain. Still, it
wouldn't do to hang outside and wait. If I did then my secret
admirer might see me there and decide not to approach. I couldn’t
let that happen. If this guy escaped without me knowing who he was,
I was going to be awfully ticked off. Or maybe I was just really
horny. That can cause severe mood swings and changes in behavior,
you now.


Are
you sure you want to go class?” Quinn asked as he leaned in for
another kiss and tried to press the aching bulge of his erection
against me. I resisted the urge to just let go and let him do what
he wanted to do. I wanted it, really, really wanted it, but it would
definitely not do for my stalker – I mean secret admirer! –
to catch me playing bump and grind with Mr. Tattooed, Sexy and
Fuckable. Even if he was an ass. I watched as his gaze caught on
the jiggling goodies of yet another coed and slapped his arm.


Seriously?”
I said, and he shrugged, holding out his elbow for me to take as he
lead us into the darkness of the lecture hall and found us a pair of
seats off from everyone else near the back of the room. There was a
slide show up front titled
The Life of the Comma – Her Use,
Abuse, and Effect on Modern Literary Writing.
Snore! My eyelids
were already creeping down and getting ready for a catnap. This hour
was going to stretch into eternity while my mind spun a million
different ways that this could all end. Or not. My secret admirer
might never want to reveal himself. What if he wanted to play this
cat and mouse game forever? Then what would I do? Pick the next guy
in line? I shivered and tried not to think too hard about my kiss
from Preston Ellis. I didn't know how to address it. Did I seek him
out and ask him? I didn't even know where he lived. My best bet was
to wait for my calc class next week and see what he had to say to me,
if anything.

Don't
be a stranger.

What
the hell did that mean? Quinn, who thought he was being subtle but
wasn't, began to moan from next to me, and it only took me about
three seconds to realize what he was doing with his backpack sitting
on his lap and his hand buried beneath it. He was jacking off. In
the middle of class. Holy cupcake!


Quinn,”
I began, but he just winked at me.


Thought
this might help you get in the mood,” he said, and I was struck
with the urge to both punch him and kiss him at the same time.
Immediately, my body alerted me to my situations on the feeling by
becoming quite moist and rather excited at the idea of this public
display of indecency. I mean, after all, this was not something that
I had encountered on a regular basis and the unusual, to me, was
rather arousing.

Rational
Andi:
Or maybe you're just a desperate virgin?

I
squelched my thoughts and tried to focus on the proper way to use a
comma with conjunctions while I tried to ignore the soft murmurs
falling from Quinn's round, sexy lips. The man had a porn star
mouth, no joke. It was all moist and hot and shaped like a bow tie.
I swallowed hard and tightened my fingers around the ends of my
armrests.


Come
on, Andi,” Quinn whispered, all husky and sexy. “I told
you, you don't have to touch me if you don't want to, but you could
always touch yourself.” I leaned towards him, convinced that
the brunette two seats up and three over could hear us and would soon
stand up and announce our debauchery for all of the class to hear.


I
am not going to have a mutual masturbation session with you in the
middle of a lecture.” And then, feeling satisfied that I'd
made my point, I leaned back and kept my gaze pointed forward. Quinn
continued to, uh,
spank it,
while I continued (and failed) to
ignore the noises from down under.


Did
you bring lube?” I whispered as the wet, slick sound from next
door increased in volume.


Yeah,”
he whispered, eyes hazy and far away. “I don't like to whack
it dry; it decreases sensitivity.” I put a hand up to shield
my face from his giddy, loopy, droopy one and tried not to sigh.


Thanks
for sharing,” I said as I shifted and squeezed my thighs
together tightly. This whole situation was just weird and totally
wrong,
but it was also kind of hot. Super hot. Like,
tear-off-your-panties-and-straddle-that-bitch hot.
Maybe if I
just reached down and sort of stroked myself through my jeans …
I shook my head to clear it and took a deep, cleansing breath.


When
you're using commas to indicate a natural pause in a sentence, you
must be very careful not to – ” My gaze wandered back to
Quinn who was still going at it like he was at home in his dorm room,
oblivious, carefree. I couldn't help but wonder how many girls he'd
done this very same thing with. I decided not to ask. It would only
make the situation that much worse.


Join
me, beautiful,” he said as he stroked his cock with rapid fire
movements that made my head spin. “I can't come unless I know
you're doing it, too.”


Then
I guess you're just going to be stuck in blue ball land because there
is no way in hell that I'm touching myself, okay? You're hot and
all, but I'm just not comfortable with PDAs.” I paused. PDA
was not the right word. This was not a public display of affection,
this was a public display of absolute, complete, and utter lack of
self-control. I mean, I bet the man jacked it a dozen times a day in
the privacy of his own home. Did he really need to do it in public,
too?


Oh
God,” he moaned and this time, I wasn't imagining it. Brunette
Girl turned around to look at us and gave Quinn a very confused once
over. “I think I'm there, Andi.”


Okay,
but can you keep your grunts of pleasure down to a minimum, please?”
I whispered, wondering where all of that, you know,
that
stuff
was going to go when he actually did finish. I glanced across the
aisle at the other empty row and thought about moving away from Quinn
when his hand came out of nowhere and cupped me right between the
legs.

A
moan escaped my lips. A very loud, very guttural, very husky moan
that reverberated around the rear rows of the auditorium like it was
being played on a surround sound speaker system.

Heads
turned, eyes focused, expressions wrinkled.

Shit.

I
shoved Quinn's hand away from me and left him with his pants undone
and his backpack covering his erection while I hightailed it out of
there and stumbled across the cement courtyard to the bulletin board.
I grabbed the edge of the wood and dropped my book bag to the ground
while I tried to catch my breath.


Wait
up,” Quinn called, not as far behind me as I would've liked.
“What's the matter? I thought you were interested in me.”


I
am,” I said as I stayed bent over and tried to breathe.
How
many of the students heard? Thirty? Forty? Will they remember my
face? Did they know what was happening? Maybe they thought I was
having cramps or something? Yeah, that's it. That's my story. I
was crampy and didn't have any Midol on me, so I moaned in pain. No
big deal, right?

Rational
Andi:
Keep telling yourself that, sugar cakes.

One
day, I was going to commit a random act of violence, and it was going
to be against that bitch. If she kept at it, I was going to spend a
whole day reading the
Twilight Saga
and see how she liked them
apples.

Rational
Andi:
No! Please, anything but that! I
swear to God,
I'll be a good girl.

I
turned to Quinn with a smirk that I don't think he quite understood.


Cool,”
he said, and then, “Want to try something fun?”

I
stared at him.


Fun?”
I ventured, wanting very much to turn around and examine the bulletin
board, but not wanting Quinn to know about my secret admirer. After
all, I was saving him in case things didn't work out with Mystery Man
or Preston.


Classes
don't end for another forty minutes.”

I
pursed my lips.


But
that doesn't mean people don't walk by.”


It'll
only take a minute.”


What
will only take a minute?”


This.”
Quinn opened his pants and let his uncircumcised penis hang out like
a damn flag, blowing in the wind all graceful and shit.


Jesus
H. Christ, Quinn.”


I'm
halfway there,” he whispered with his porn star mouth, and then
he was all up in my face, kissing my neck and rubbing his erection
against me. It was a hard thing to deal with – literally. It
was like, rock solid when I reached out and wrapped my fingers around
it.
Oooh, velvety. My first, real penis grab. Nice.

I
swallowed hard, and realized that only a complete and utter idiot
would go down on their knees and suck a guy in the middle of a
courtyard at one of the busiest universities on the West Coast.
Idiot then I must be.

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