Wrong Words

Jennifer sat up and swallowed the remnants of cum that clung to the insides of her cheeks and tongue. Her body still trembled in the wake of her orgasm. It was a small orgasm, but it had set her body alight and she knew she couldn’t wait months for another one. A real one. She’d forgotten how intoxicating a flesh and blood cock was, to hold it, to suck it, to lick it, to fuck it. It was that last idea that really got her going and, in the heat of the moment, in the aftermath of their tempting and teasing, the blonde- haired ranger couldn’t see any good reason to wait even one second longer.

She lunged forward, meaning to kiss him again but he reached out and caught her by the shoulders, keeping her from getting closer. She searched his face, confused. He had admitted still wanting to fuck her, right, she asked herself, wondering if she’d simply imagined the words because it’s what she needed to hear. Then she laughed at herself and shook her head. The young teen probably just didn’t want to taste his own cum in his mouth. Men could be such peculiar beasts at times.

“Sorry, I’ll go rinse my mouth,” she said, hopping off the bed towards the bathroom. “Then I want to take that dick for a proper ride.”

“No,” Kurt standing as well, but only to pull up his shorts.

“No?” Jennifer scrunched her face trying to understand the meaning of the word in the current context. Kurt had said he wanted to fuck her and now he was telling her ‘no’. “This isn’t a game anymore, Kurt.”

“No,” Kurt repeated as he buttoned up. “I just mean, not here.”

‘Here’ as in the Lewis apartment, he meant. Technically they were trespassing, it had been breaking and entering, and the door to the apartment still lay in splinters and pieces. Anyone just walking past could come on in and see them. Worse still, Shawn or Dustin or their father could return at any moment and find her, a certified, trained park ranger here in this compromising position. And why? All because she hadn’t had a good lay in a few months?

“Oh my God,” she said, rubbing her head. “You’re right. Fuck, Kurt…what am I even doing here?”

She looked down at herself, at the fishnet body stocking that covered her body, at the stains of cum and saliva, neither fluid her own. She felt dirty and ****, like a cheap whore. And she’d dragged Kurt down with her. She’d used his emotions, the feelings she knew he still had, manipulating them to get herself off. Simply because she had convinced herself this was what she needed. But what she needed to do was act like the adult she was meant to be. She was the adult and one in a position of authority at that.

But…it was difficult to think straight when she was so revved up. She felt like a junkie without a fix, or at least what she imagined that to feel like. The closest she’d ever gotten was in her teenage years when she’d taken some weed and got the munchies. But needing sex, being so close to getting it and being denied and put off, it was the most gut wrenching, soul twisting sensation she’d ever experienced. It just felt wrong. Like she’d shattered into a million pieces and been put back together with one piece missing.

“We should get out of here,” Jennifer insisted, her voice shaky. “I…I should get dressed. No, no, there’s no time, we should just go…but this is evidence.” Kurt laughed lightly to himself. Jennifer snapped her head around and stared. “What?”

“Oh, nothing, it’s just funny seeing you like this,” Kurt remarked innocently. “Like I’m so used to seeing you be all prim and authoritative. Seeing you fret and be indecisive, I dunno, just makes you seem more human.”

“Human?” Jennifer repeated, unsure to take it as a compliment or an insult. “You spent a whole summer volunteering with the rangers and I wasn’t always on the job.”

“No, but I never spent any time without you outside of the park. I was kind of naïve back then because the version of you that I liked was the woman I admired as a mentor and a boss, not a woman I really knew,” Kurt remarked, chuckling to himself again. “If I’d have known the way into your pants was to do nothing, I’d have done that rather than embarrass myself taking you up to some stupid cave overlook.”

SMACK

Kurt recoiled, stunned, his face glowing red. Jennifer’s hand had slapped him across the face before he could even see it coming, before he could even wonder why she was turning and lifting her hand towards him. She stormed into the bathroom and gathered up her clothes, flying from the room then, lightning fast, while Kurt stood rooted in place in a trance like state of shock. Heat spread throughout the side of his face, stinging with every pulse of his heartbeat. He tried to piece together what had happened to cause Jennifer to hit him. She’d never been particular violent before, so why now?

The answer was painfully obvious, especially for Kurt. She had already been frustrated and annoyed, upset because she had acted inappropriately with a man several years younger and in this place…and then Kurt had made it worse by implying she was some kind of slut that fucks men for attention. That certainly hadn’t been how he intended it, instead reflecting on his own childish ideas of romance. But certainly, the way he said it could have been misunderstood, particularly if Jennifer was already beating herself up about what happened.

The revelation pulled Kurt out of his daze and immediately he sprinted from the apartment to the hallway. He reached the elevator to find that it was already on its way down. He called a second, waiting impatiently with his hands folded across his chest and tapping his foot, until it arrived. He jumped inside the moment the doors opened and pushed the button for the ground floor, bouncing from foot to foot as the machine took its time closing and winching the young man downwards. Down and down and down and down and down and Kurt threw back his head and breathed deep. It hadn’t felt this long on the way up, but now that he wanted to get down, it seemed to take twice as long.

He burst through the lobby the moment the doors opened and out on to the street, just in time to see a SUV turn off down the road. In the other direction he thought he saw a motorcycle speed away. Kurt swore, partly because she’d left him stranded on the side of the road, and partly just because he’d missed her and never had the opportunity to explain what he’d really meant. He sighed and looked one way up the road and then down it the other way. Neither offered any sign of the right direction.

Thinking about his next move, he figured that he had two options. Call Heather and arrange a pick up, and head back to the cabin with them. Or he could try and figure out where Shawn was. He’d mentioned Victoria coming to him for some kind of reward in the text message that he’d sent her. Unfortunately, all he had to go on was Shawn’s text message and he had no idea what ‘srrendr’ was supposed to be.