Janice but with a twist (Player)

Miles looks at Janice's text one more time.

The smart move. The clean move. The move that makes the most sense on paper.

He smiles to himself. Not the polite kind.

He types back to Janice first.

Miles: Still want to. Absolutely. Prom it is.

He sends it and then opens Aria's thread without missing a beat.

Miles: Hey. Going with Janice.

He sets the phone down and counts to five.

Aria is sitting cross legged on her bed, freshly showered, replaying the car ride in her head. She had been confident. Direct. She knew she had a tongue that Miles just couldn't resist. She pulled her towel aside, moving her hard between her thighs. Starting to think of her victory, think of Miles's cock in her mouth was starting to get her wet again. Slowly she starts rubbing herself, feeling the pleasure imagining walking in the prom with her arms around Miles and then imagining her lips around his cock later the night.

Her phone lights up.

She reads it once.

Then reads it again.

Her jaw tightens.

Aria: are you serious

Aria: after today

Aria: you have got to be kidding me

She stares at the screen, something hot and irritated rising in her chest. She had been so sure. The car. The conversation. The way he looked at her. She had read that correctly, she knew she had.

Miles: You said figure out what I want. I did.

She actually laughs out loud at that. A short sharp sound with no humor in it.

Aria: I literally

Aria: you know what fine. your loss. you have absolutely no idea what you're missing. Go ahead with that prude bitch. The only thing your cock is going to feel is your own hand.

She sends it and sets the phone face down on her pillow. Picks it back up immediately.

Miles: See that's the thing.

Miles: I don't plan on missing out on anything.

Aria frowns at the screen.

Aria: what does that mean

Miles: Means I'm going to prom with Janice.

Miles: But I have a feeling I won't be leaving with her.

She sits up straighter. Reads it twice. Something shifts in her expression, the irritation giving way to something more complicated.

Aria: ...

Aria: what are you saying?

Miles: I think you know what I'm saying.

She sets the phone down and stares at the ceiling for a second. Her heart is doing something inconvenient. She picks the phone back up.

Aria: Miles I swear to god

Aria: so what you want me to just show up alonw and what exactly?

Miles: You don't have to show up alone. You can come with anyone. But you'll be cumming with me.

Aria : you are way in over your head. Why in the world would I do that? I could go with anyone I want and fuck anyone I want.

Miles: True, but who do you want to fuck the most. I think you'd love to fuck Janice's date.

Aria pauses. Looks at the screen. Feeling insulted at first now she can't help but think go the scenario where she's stolen Janice's prom date and spending the night with him

Miles: You and Janice. How long has that been going on?

Aria's eyes narrow. She knows exactly where he is going with this. The worst part is that some small traitorous part of her brain is already following him there, already sketching out the outline of it, already deciding it doesn't hate the picture.

She pushes that part down firmly.

Aria: that's not the point

Miles: That's exactly the point.

Miles: Wouldn't it be something. Sneaking away from prom with Janice's date while she has no idea. Right under her nose, completely secret. Just between us.

She reads it three times. Her teeth find her lower lip. Her pussy that had gone dry with his first text starting to feel wet again. Her body betraying her.

No. Absolutely not.

The idea is ridiculous. It is petty and complicated and exactly the kind of thing she would normally dismiss without a second thought. But her hand without her approval was starting to rub her clit. Her body turning warm. Her knees shaking.

She pictures it. Just for a second. The two of them slipping away while Janice is busy being Janice, completely oblivious. Something about that image lands somewhere in her chest with a warmth she was not expecting and is not particularly happy about.

She shakes her head at herself. Stops momentarily stopping her hand.

Aria: that's a terrible idea

Miles: Is it.)

Aria: yes

Aria: it's manipulative and messy and childish

Miles: All true.

Miles: Also tell me it isn't the most satisfying thing you've heard all week.

Miles: I know you. I know you want this.

Aria : you don't know shit.

Miles: I don't? Well if I know you I think you're probably just getting done with shower in your towel, or naked in your bed.

Aria panics for a moment checking her window.

Aria : you creep. Are you stalking me?

Miles : I don't have to. I told you I know you.

The most infuriating thing about it is that she cannot immediately say no.

She thinks about every eye roll Janice has ever aimed in her direction. Every pointed comment. Every time she had to stand there and watch Miles orbit around a girl who couldn't even be bothered to give him a straight answer for months.

The warmth in her chest gets a little warmer.

She is furious at herself for it.

Aria: I'm not doing that

Miles: Okay.

Aria: I mean it

Miles: I heard you.

Aria: good

Aria: glad we cleared that up

Aria: because the answer is no

Miles: Noted.

She exhales. Good. That is settled then.

Except her mind is still running the picture on a quiet loop in the background and she cannot quite get it to stop.

Miles: Can I ask you something honestly?

Aria: what

Miles: When you pictured it just now, even for a second, the thought of fucking me, fucking Janice's date. Feeling my cock again in your mouth, having me take off your pretty prom dress, then ride me until I cum

Aria's breath gets heavy. She can't help but finger herself. Harder now. Thinking of the wickedness of the act, the attraction towards Miles mixing with the hatred for Janice pushes her body to an intense orgasm her mind probably didn't agree too.

She left out a loud moan as she came hard. In the intense moment of climax unknowingly she sent some gibberish to Miles

Aria : shfidiebjdjjjjk

Miles : If I didn't know any better I think you were either cursing at me or you just came.

Aria : Fuck you.

Miles : Yes you will.

She sits there with her thumbs over the keyboard for a long moment, composing and deleting three different responses. Too defensive. Too obvious. Too much.

She puts the phone face down on the pillow again.

Picks it back up.

Puts it down.

Eventually she just leaves it there and stares at the ceiling, arms crossed, jaw set, deeply annoyed at herself and at him and at the specific way her heart is still beating just a little faster than usual.

She does not reply.

Across town Miles watches the three dots appear and linger and then disappear into silence.

He sets his phone down on the counter.

She didn't say yes.

She didn't have to.

He already knows exactly how prom night ends