Shawn Sends a Message

Jennifer lifted the clothing from the drawer and held it up in front of herself at arm’s length. She pinched the material between her fingers, allowing it to drape down before her, pulling back her neck and tilting her head as she looked it up and down, trying to imagine who would wear something like this. It was provocative and sensual in a boldly erotic way. She looked to Kurt, wondering if he had any insight to why this particular item of clothing would be here. His eyes were distant and troubled, like a soldier remembering a brutal, past trauma.

For as long as he lived, Kurt would remember the fishnet mesh full body stocking that Jennifer held in front of herself. When he looked at it, he could only picture Kendra, knelling before him in the warehouse with his cock in her mouth. He couldn’t remember how many times she’s sucked him to the point of climax, too many to even count, slurping on his cock, spittle and leftover cum flying everywhere as her head bounced relentlessly upon his member. And every time he thought he was spent, she coaxed him back to hardness and began again.

In fact, it hadn’t even been washed. Kurt could still see the residue of their mixed fluids splattered across the front of the bodystocking. It looked like a very messy eater had something very sticky and viscous for lunch and more of it had gone over the clothes than in the person’s mouth. Though Kurt, of course, knew that wasn’t true. Kendra had swallowed almost very load he pumped down her throat but the repeated act of draining his balls and chocking on his dick had caused the accumulation of slobber and semen to look like one whole load had just been dumped over the front of the clothing.

“Who does this even belong to?” Jennifer asked, looking the lingerie over again, and raising an eyebrow. It didn’t look like something she could ever imagine Victoria wearing, though Kurt had mentioned that she was dressing more provocatively. “If Shawn had another girl up here, that might be another lead.”

“No,” Kurt shot that idea down, shaking his head, defeated. “I know the girl who was wearing this. She’d never flip on Shawn.”

“Oh, it was that brunette you said was with him. The one who kept sucking your dick…even though you totally didn’t want it, right?” Jennifer teased him, smirking. “Still, perhaps we should get it tested. If Shawn’s DNA is on this, we can place him here, and that’s a start.”

“I doubt it,” Kurt said sorrowfully, sitting on the edge of the bed. If Shawn left the bodystocking here it was because he wanted Kurt to see it. He wanted Kurt to know that the odds were in his favour. The young blonde teen was willing to wager his life that a DNA analysis of that outfit would only yield results for Kendra and himself. “And, so what if it does? This is his father’s apartment. It wouldn’t exactly be strange for him or his DNA to be here. The only thing that’s going to matter is if Victoria decides to change her story and I don’t see anything here that’s going to convince her to do that.”

“Is that what’s got you so down? Listen, while it might not be odd for his DNA to be in the apartment, if his DNA is on a piece of clothing that doesn’t belong to him, that’s circumstantial evidence that can be used to start building a case. That might not seem like much, but it builds up and its enough to convince a jury. Don’t believe all those cop shows that tell you circumstantial evidence is useless. It’s usually the very thing that leads to a smoking gun,” Jennifer insisted, rallying the young man. She looked back at the lingerie, hoping to take Kurt’s mind off his hopelessness. “I can’t even imagine how anyone would even wear this.”

“I originally intended it for you actually,” Kurt remarked, remembering how it looked in the store and how he imagined Jennifer looking, basically bare beneath the fishnet meshing. His cock flinched in his shorts. That was before Kendra had walked into his life.

“Me?” Jennifer laughed nervously, her voice trailing off into a ragged breath as she took another look at the lingerie, picturing herself in it. She couldn’t imagine it, and she certainly couldn’t imagine it looking good. She worked hard to keep her body in good shape, but this mesh would be like a second skin. The only way to be more exposed would be to strip completely naked.

“Yeah, Victoria sent me to get you a present, to say thank you for finding her in that cave, and I toyed with the idea of getting you that lingerie. Victoria had no idea about it, this was before she started having those thoughts independently. I just thought the look on your face when you unwrapped it would be funny,” Kurt explained with a weary, half smile. “But then Kendra showed up and lured me into the back alley.”

“Kurt…” Jennifer whispered, looking at the lingerie, imagining her mortification if she opened it as a present. “This is really inappropriate. I understand that you have an infatuation with me, but to think of buying me-”

“I’m not,” Kurt interrupted.

“What?” Jennifer blinked, looking at the blonde teen and thinking of his young naked body on the dock, despite herself. “You’re not what?”

“Infatuated with you,” Kurt replied plainly, frowning. “I mean, I was, a year ago. But I’m not any more. I moved on, and slept with a lot of girls since. I don’t pine after women who don’t want me anymore.” Though that wasn’t quite true, he thought, as Chloe’s face flashed in his mind. Shaking his head clear, he continued, “I’ve matured, as a person and as a man.”

“Oh, is that so?” Jennifer inquired, rhetorically, as she held the bodystocking up in front of her body. “So, if I was standing in front of you, wearing this fishnet lingerie you picked out for me specifically, are you saying you wouldn’t want me?”

Kurt grimaced, bemused, and arched his eyebrows. Licking his lips, he replied, in a very daring tone, “It doesn’t matter because you’d never wear it.”

“Let’s say I did,” Jennifer countered, biting her lip as she was drawn deeper into this game of chicken, knowing full well in her mind where this path led. “Let’s say I did it to make you feel better, because you’re sitting there, looking so, so sad.” Jennifer made an exaggerated pout, as she stepped up in front of him. “Are you saying it wouldn’t put a smile on your face to see your old crush wrapped up in a crotchless fishnet mesh?”

“Old, hm, that’s an apt word,” Kurt mused. “That’s what you said you were, too old for me, and I was too young for you. And now I’m over you, you seem to want me. Why?”

“I don’t want you,” Jennifer felt her cheeks redden, her face warming. “What I want is for you to admit that you’re not as over me as you think. Getting me a gift like this…it’s just a passive aggressive confession that your infatuation with me hasn’t died. Which is why I know that if I were really standing here in this lingerie, you’d be begging me to be with you, just like you did last year.”

His bones cracked as he set his jaw, teeth grinding tight together as he glared up at her. After a moment of silence, he said, “I didn’t beg.”

“That’s besides the point,” Jennifer remarked pointedly with a gentle shake of her head. “And you know it.”

Kurt played coy, shrugging. “Well, I guess we’ll never know, because there’s no way you’re ever going to wear that lingerie.”

She sucked on her teeth. She knew he was baiting her, though it was her own fault for setting up the idea in the first place. Of course, she wasn’t going to wear a piece of soiled lingerie, even if Kurt had thought it would look good on her. It was evidence. And it was dirty. And she was the adult in this situation. She didn’t need to be sucked in to a game like this with a teenager. He was just a kid. A kid with a fit, toned body and a nice big cock…but still, just a kid.

But it wasn’t like he couldn’t afford to be taken down a peg or two. He thought he was mature, huh…let him see how mature he is when she’s standing in front of him, practically naked. She knew she could control herself. All it would take would be to throw on the bodystocking, get him to admit he was wrong and that’d be all the proof she’d need. Not that she had to prove herself to him, or anyone. She was the mature one here…she was the adult…