Unsure and unsolved

Jesse tried to tell the story of his time with John and Miranda, with the crushing fear and distaste he'd felt for that place as he'd scurried home still raw in his heart. But... he kept getting sidetracked by his own descriptions of how beautiful and miraculous it had all been. That wide-eyed, excited and naive young lady he had played the part of, seeming to bubble up and jump onto his tongue without any of his say so. It was extremely frustrating… to want to put together an overbearing feeling of unease when all you could actually offer were descriptions of happy people smiling in the sunshine. Beautiful sights and sounds and tastes. It made him feel fake. Plastic. Complaining about things he should instead be grateful for.

The others tried to sympathise and understand, of course. But he could see in their eyes that same glazed look that Betsy got when she was explaining again how much better off they all were in this modern world. The simple inability to comprehend what nagged at him so about just how things were. Everyone was in their right place. Sweet dreams were made of this, who were they to disagree? Some people wanted to **** you, some of them wanted to be abused. It was all as natural as the turn of the seasons… helped along gently by the same AI that also happened to monitor and maintain those as well. Humanity had been saved from all the crushing, apocalyptic ultimatums it had placed on itself by simply accepting all the dark and dirty little honesties of what they each really wanted. Instead of consuming everything else, they now just consumed each other. Jesse knew the narrative as well as any of them… so why did he just never seem to have the same sense of contentment and security in that? Was he some kind of freak? A soul so unsure about what he wanted that even the grand algorithm couldn't help?! It was those thoughts that really ate away at him. Somewhere inside… he just desperately wanted to be as self-assured by his lot in life as Suzy was. The taste of that other sissy's ejaculate, as he had cum just because his Daddy had, still lingered on Jesse's tongue.

What took hold of his friends more, however, was the mystery behind who had reserved a future claim on him.

"I still can't quite believe you're a virgin back there..." Was Fran's first statement. "If I had a cock and had been watching that perfect, little ass of yours bob past my room everyday. I would definitely have had to pin you against a wall at some point… **** at all!"

She meant it as a joke… but Jesse could see a flash of something Whitney in the taller girl's eyes. Suddenly he was sort of glad she hadn't grown such an appendage. They bounced about a miriad of suggestions who his hidden future deflowerer could be on the way to class… but none could really offer any solid idea. In fact Suzy barely seemed interested at all, besides strongly refuting any possibility that it could be his father. So the mystery remained unsolved, as they approached yet another new lesson in applied sluttiness.