Violet's Choice

Eeeeeeeee. The ringing sound filled my ears, like someone set off an explosion five feet over my head. I knew the real cause. There wasn't enough blood flowing through my head to think real thoughts, because it was rushing madly through every other part of my body. Paul barely figured into my headache. He had already crawled off into his (metaphorical) cave, and was battering himself with self hatred. Good. The stares everyone else was pointing my way, though, they were very real.

"I guess it's your turn," Molly said quietly. It **** me to look at her again. God, she was so beautiful. Why hadn't I let myself think about it all this time? I wanted to turn it back to her, hoping she would ask for a dare so that I could beg her to kiss me again. The memory of her leg against mine was just way, way too real. I didn't want to give it up. But that didn't seem right. We both needed time to breathe, and there was no chance I could make myself say the words I was craving so much.

My gaze ventured back out into the room. They looked at me, at us, differently now that they had seen... all that. Probably, they were more taken with the orgasm Paul had left all over our hands. Whatever. Shallow. I didn't need them. Harry was watching me. With what emotion, I couldn't be sure. He had found another chair somehow and somewhere. Very possibly to hide a more physical reaction in a way that would be impossible standing. A little bit of me still jumped for joy, thinking of that. Yeah, objectify me, baby. Ugh.

Lea and Jack were both sitting on Harry's abandoned single bed. Her almost-nudity didn't bother her anymore, though she still kept a hand over her chest to fend off any prying eyes. Including mine. She saw me seeing her and rolled her eyes. That wasn't it, though she was definitely beautiful -- and probably thinking I was a total lesbian now, not that there's anything wrong with that. The ice between her and Jack was starting to melt, and that made me antsy. If he got an ally in this game, what would happen?