Teach Me to Please | Please Me #1 - Chapter 12: Chapter 12

You know when something seems like a really bad idea, but you can't help but do it? I get that a lot. It's not something I'd say I'm proud of, but it does create some of my best moments.
"But what if we get expelled?" Rya asked as we sat backstage of the theatre.
"We won't. And if it's really that bad, then I'll take all the blame." Rya didn't like breaking the rules. Being Valedictorian meant you weren't a rule breaker and this year she was being extra careful.
"But doesn't it seem so.... Wrong?"
"It's not wrong, we're just stating facts." The fact that Leah was creepily obsessed with Adam. I mean, some people could say I was obsessed with him, but there was a difference between Leah and me. I actually knew Adam really well and was his girlfriend for many years, Leah wasn't even on Adam's radar until a month or so ago.
"Fine." She huffed and got back to painting. You might be wondering why we were in the back of the theatre, well, it all went perfectly with my plan. Stacks of paper showing photocopied pages of Leah's diary lied in front of us as we painted the backs of it in red paint with a simple message: 'Read Me'. You see, papers always got lost in the halls of the school, and no one really bothered to pick them up, but if people saw these, there'd be no doubt that their intrigued, little mind would want to see what it actually was.
Sometimes you had to be bluntly obvious with high school students. That was something no teacher understood.
I didn't bother to read more of Leah's diary because it made me so infuriated. This girl seemed so sweet on the outside but, damn, was she bitchy on the inside. She was almost as bitchy as me!
"How was Sunday?" Rya then asked. I knew what she was referring to.
"Don't know. Roman cancelled."
"What?" she looked up at me stunned. I laughed it off and grabbed another piece of paper to continue painting.
"He had some family matters to deal with, but he sent me work to do, anyways." work that I kept procrastinating from doing. Roman texted me and told me his Grandma was getting sicker and that he was spending the whole weekend with her. I thought it was sweet and told him not to worry, besides, I was sure he spent most of his days jerking off at any given moment. What? O rgasms were addictive and Roman was still like any other teenager.
"You're seeing him tonight, yeah?" Rya then asked.
"Yeah, he texted me to let me know we were still on." I know what you're thinking. You gave him your phone number?! Yes, I did. It was so much easier than passing notes in lockers. I gave it to him Thursday evening before I left and saved him as the adorable nerdy emoji with glasses. I thought it was fitting.
Just as Rya was about to answer, we heard a slam of a door and a clatter of props being knocked over in the prop room. Muffled pants and moans echoed throughout the theatre and Rya and I exchanged strange looks.
We tried to ignore it, but the moaning got louder, so I got up and walked over to the prop room, swinging open the door to catch the sight of a completely topless girl and a half-naked boy laying her on a table, inside of her – I might add – with his pants resting at his ankles. I always found it funny when boys would have sex with their pants still at their ankles. Plus, it was even funnier because this boy wasn't any boy, but the one and only, Christopher Knowles.
"Shameful." I tutted and leant against the doorway. The girl was one I did not recognise but I already knew she was on the Debate Team from the pin on her cardigan. Her face burned red as she snatched her top from the floor and hastily put it back on. "And here I was thinking you were the golden boy, Christopher." I intentionally put emphasis on the name to make Rya's head shoot in our direction and she rushed to where we were. Christopher was already dressed by the time she made her way ove, fortunately for her eyes.
"Damn." She shook her head, and I could sense the amused look on her face. "Can even keep your dick in your pants during school, Knowles?" the smirk on her face was jumping up and down with joy with the upper hand she now had on him. The girl ran out of the room with a burning scarlet expression.
"Please, Stacy was begging for my dick." Christopher rolled his eyes, "Can't say the same for you, McCoy. Maybe you should try it sometime. Begging."
"Maybe you should throw yourself into molten lava." Rya sharply fired back.
"Ouch." Christopher placed a hand on his hard. "Is that a death threat, McCoy? I'm sure Principal Cunningham would love to hear about that."
"I told you to throw yourself in molten lava." Rya scoffed. "Whatever you decide to do after that is on you." She smiled sweetly and titled her head to the side, "And what would Principal Cunningham say about the golden boy of the school fucking a Debate Team member in the theatre prop room, hm?" that was where she got him. That's my girl.
Christopher looked Rya up and down, biting his lip to withhold a smile, and folded his arms over his chest. "Just because you're mad no one wants to fuck you, doesn't mean you can ruin everyone else's fun." Was all he said before he left.
Rya was fuming, to say the least. "Urgh! What a dickhead! Who fucks someone in school, anyways? Are we newly devirginized Sophomores? I think not." She clicked her tongue before walking back over to the stack of papers.
Christopher always knew a way to get under her skin. I wondered whether it was for his own amusement or a casual hobby he picked up over the years. Either way, he was good at it.
I followed her and felt a crunch under my heel. One of the unpainted papers crumbled under my feet. I bent down to pick it up.
Dear diary,
I wonder if Adam will ever like me someday. It feels so weird to dream about a guy who doesn't even know you exist, but I keep wishing he will. I keep wishing that he will fall in love with me, and he will whisk me away on this amazing fairy-tale and we'll live happily ever after. I feel so stupid for feeling it. In all honest, why would Adam ever like me? Not when he's got Sienna around. She's so pretty and perfect. Adam would never look my way.
"What you got there?" Rya looked up as she brushed her hands of dried paint together.
"N-Nothing." I crumpled it up and stuffed it in my pocket. Where did this page come from? Most of Leah's diary was full of hate and bitchiness towards me. On one page, she called me a 'low-life skank'. Like what the fuck? Like I call her 'vanilla stick' and she has the audacity to call me a 'low-life skank'.
However, this page was different. This page she sounded... upset, hopeless, almost.... Almost insecure. I knew how that felt. Insecurity. It was the shittiest thing in the world.
Maybe if you had a conversation with Leah you could understand each other more. Maybe it might calm you down about the whole Adam thing.
Maybe...
"Hey, I'm gonna go to the bathroom for a sec." I told Rya. She just nodded and I noticed how her paintbrush was making beheaded stick figures labelled 'stupid jerkface'.
Sigh, why I wonder who that could be?
Rya and I had a free period and so everyone else was in class. I thought about the Leah situation more as I walked down the halls.
Adam wouldn't be stupid to hang out with a horrible person. Maybe Leah is just insecure of what you were to him.
Just as I was about to push the girls' bathroom door open, I heard two people giggling.
"And she said that she probably drank her own piss because she's so nasty." One girl laughed. What the hell? What was this middle school comment?
"OMG, no way!" I knew that giggle. Urgh, Nikki. "But d'you know what I heard. I overhead her telling the Freshmen in the music rooms how Sienna was such a slut and that she carried round STIs like salt in the ocean."
What. The. Fuck?
Who the hell said that?! Of course Nikki was one to gossip, the girl had to stick her nose in everyone's business. But, in a way, that was the good thing about Nikki, she knew everything about everyone and wasn't afraid to spill. She was the Gretchen Wieners of the school.
"I can't believe Leah said that!" Leah? Wait. What? Shut the fuck up, what?!
"Oh, honey. You haven't even heard the start of it! You should hear her bitch! She was the one who told the Drama Club about about Rya having herpes, not Christopher Knowles."
I didn't see red many times in my life, but right now, I was blind in it. You could mess with me all you wanted, but if you got my friends involved, you suddenly had a death wish. Rya was so panicked and upset that Christopher had told everyone that horrible lie when it was actually Leah who said it!
"And she told Adam that Sienna slept with Taylor Vermont." I was so close to bursting in there and demanding answers. But no. I had to play cool. I had to know more and the only way I could know more, was by spying.
"Did she?"
"I mean, I wouldn't put it past Sienna to get a rebound but sleeping with your ex's best friend? Kind of a two year ago trend if you ask me. I don't think she would even touch anything last season with a ten-foot pole."
Their giggles filled my head as I stormed back to the theatre. I slept with Taylor Vermont?! As if I would sleep with Taylor Vermont! Why would Leah say that?
To make Adam go off you, idiot. She's doing it to make him stop liking you.
And here I was trying to have a civil conversation with her. Leah wasn't just a vanilla stick, she was an A-class, creepy, bitch hiding behind a sweet, innocent exterior. And I was going to prove it one way or another.
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"I've been missing out so much." Roman said as he sat at his desk. We were in his bedroom, mainly because his mom had people coming over and had cleaned the kitchen and living room the day before and Roman didn't want to mess it up. He told his mom was a clean freak and I laughed. My mom was anything but a clean freak, my dad was the one who loved organisation.
So, I sat on his bed, trying to read through a worksheet he'd given me as I came in. It wasn't too hard, but the questions were super wordy, and I found myself getting distracted constantly.
"That's the revelation everyone has when they masturbate for the first time." I chuckled absentmindedly, tapping my pencil against my leg. I was sitting on his bed, something that he didn't mind considering what happened on his bed last time I was over. He was using his desk computer to finish an essay. "Just don't do it so much your dick falls off."
Roman laughed and leaned back in his chair. "Can I ask you something?" I looked up to meet his quizzical gaze.
"Sure."
"Girls do it too, right?"
I smiled softly in order to hold in my laugh, "Yes, girls do it too."
"How exactly?" did he not watch the videos of solo female pleasure? He must have skipped it to get to the actual sex stuff.
"You've seen the videos of what men do to women on the tapes? With their hands?" he nodded. "Well, girls can do that to themselves too." He nodded again understandingly. That was easy. Most boys made a big deal about of female masturbation. For some reason, a girl masturbating made her a slut or easy, and it didn't help that boys dug into that stupid concept. There was such shame and guilt that surrounded female masturbation that made you feel so dirty and shameful of yourself. I hated it. It was so normalised for boys but never for girls and I never truly knew why.
I was happy about how unjudgmental Roman was.
"What's it like? – For girls?"
"Sex?" I questioned. He nodded and rested his hand under his chin, rubbing it with his thumb. "Imagine having the worst itch in the world and then finally scratching it."
Roman threw his head back and chuckled, "You're comparing sex to an itch?"
"What?! It's true! It's like being filled up but in a good way. There's a kind of rush or tingling sensation that erupts around the body and then pure pleasure if they do it right."
"And how do they do it right?"
"So many questions today." I teased and he blushed. "It's different for every single female. Some like it hard, others gentle, different positions, touching certain places, saying certain things."
Roman hummed in understanding and turned back to his computer to carry on with the essay.
"Why d'you ask?" I suddenly became curious. Why did he want to know more? Was he ready to know more? So many wonders bubbled around my brain.
"I-I... I don't know. I mean, I watch the videos and I just wonder how they feel. I guess... I guess I think about what it's like to touch them and how my touch can affect them."
"Have you ever seen a woman naked?" I suddenly blurted.
"Well yeah, on the –"
"In real life." I clarified. He probably hasn't, why did you ask that question. Because I had an idea.
"Erm... n-no." he rubbed the back of his neck.
I got up from the bed and made my way over with a little grin plastered on my lips. Roman tried to ask what I was doing but I grabbed his hand and pulled him up to stand in front of me. I dragged him to stand at the end of the bed whilst I stood in front of him.
"What are you doing?"
"Undress me." I shrugged. His eyes went wide, and his cheeks blushed bright red.
"I-I don't think that –"
"I want you to see a naked woman in real life. I want you to undress me." Roman had a thing about not wanting to make people uncomfortable whenever he was around. I believed it had to do with how people thought he was weird and gross all throughout growing up, how they'd ask to switch partners if they got paired with him, or how they'd move seats when he sat next to them.
To tell him you wanted him to do something made him more comfortable. Besides, it wasn't like I didn't want to do this. I did. The thought of seeing him see a naked woman for the first time in real life made me excited to say the least.
"Are... are you sure?" he asked nervously.
"Positive. Now undress me."
Roman's eyes anxiously travelled up and down my body. I was wearing only wearing a crop top and mini skirt, but his eyes seemed to widen as he traced my body up and down. If he was acting like this when I was clothed, how would he be when I bared it all?
With slight hesitation, he walked around and stood behind me and I could feel his hands hover over my shoulders. The anticipation was too much to bear as he gently traced a finger up the length of my arm, goosebumps rising in his soft touch. Shakily, his hands reached for the hem of my top and pulled it over my head.
I was wearing a black lingerie set luckily and the sight made Roman take in a sharp breath. His hands trailed across my shoulders and lightly down my back, his fingers dancing in small circles across my skin until they reached the band of my skirt. He pushed the material down and let it drop so I stood in only my underwear.
"Shit." He cursed under his breath as he saw the thin, black, lacy material of my thong. I held my breathe as his fingertip traced down my ass and back up to the clasp of my bra.
"Are... are you sure this is okay?" he asked as his other hand rubbed small circles into my waist.
"Mm hm." I nodded breathlessly. Taking two nervous hands, he fiddled with the clasp of my bra until it unhooked, and the lacy material fell down my shoulders and hit the floor.
My nipples peaked at the newfound coldness and Roman stepped closer, so his groin connected with my ass. My breath hitch as his hands went under the strap of my thong and carefully shimmed it down.
Now I was completely naked.
I could feel the hard swell restricted by his jeans press firmly against my ass and I closed my eyes at the way his hands trailed up and down my stomach.
"Your skin is so soft." He whispered in my ear and his hot breath tickled my neck. I titled my head when his lips came dangerously close to my skin and I almost jumped up when his tongue darted out to swirl around the spot. My eyes fluttered close when his hand travelled down and started to massage my ass. Holy shit.
"Is that good?" he asked lowly in my ear and I nodded, already gasping.
When his other hand traced my up navel and to one of my breasts, I almost moaned. I watched as his fingers circled around my nipple at a tantalizing pace and I held back my gasps when they pinched the peaked bud, flicking it with his thumb, pulling and massaging. His other hand came off my ass and moved to my stomach, it danced around the smooth skin, dipping to my lower abdomen but never going as far to the throbbing between my thighs.
I could fell the wetness slipping down the insides of my thighs and hoped he wouldn't.
He was staring at my pussy, his lips gently assaulting my neck, and I knew he wanted to touch it. The desire in his touch with tricking into the tense atmosphere rippling between us. His fingers went lower but I could sense his hesitation to go any further.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful." He whispered against my skin. I felt myself begin to pant. My stomach went into spirals of flutters at the way he swore. It felt sinful. He made me feel like a sinner.
But beautiful? He thought I was beautiful? Why was I so surprised? Dozens of boys had called me hot and sexy and alluring - desirable, even - but beautiful? I pretended not to be happy at the surprise of his words. Beautiful.
Both of his hands came up to my breast and roughly kneaded them, making my thighs slicken with my own wetness. My whole body leant into his, my head l resting heavily into his shoulder.
A hand travelled down my waist and gripped my hip, his thumb rubbing hard circles right where I saw a stretch mark. I felt a pull at my heartstring as I watched him do so. His hand travelled lower, rubbing those wonderful circles into my thigh.
"D'you like that?" he pinched my nipple, and I arched my back.
"Yes." I sighed. "Yes."
"I want to –" a sudden reve of an engine paused whatever he was about to say.
"Shit, my mom's home." Was all he said and backed away from me.
"What?" I turned around.
"My mom's home." he hissed and helped me pick up my clothes.
"Shit." Was all I said before attempting to shoved on my underwear and hopped around as I shimmed my skirt up my legs.
"She wasn't supposed to be home this early. God, if she finds out I had a girl up here..." he ran a hand through his hair.
"Do your parents know you're tutoring me?" I fiddled with pulling my top over my head.
Roman replied, "Yes! But they don't expect me to have you in my room."
I slipped on my shoes by his door and scrambled up my supplies, throwing my bag over my shoulder before we both ran downstairs. We were too late as Roman's mom came through the front door whilst we were on the last couple of steps and she stopped to look at both of us.
I swear I felt Roman die on the spot.
"Oh, hello, you must be the girl Roman's tutoring." I recognised her. But from where? She smiled brightly as she looked between her son and I. I noticed the grocery bag in her arms with a bag of Cheetos pocking out. Roman put that on the shopping list. Why did I remember that?
"Um yeah, Sienna." I smiled back.
"Samantha." She nodded. "Didn't I meet you at the jewellery shop the other day? Crap. That was where I recognised her from! She was the woman who I went to, to ask about the necklace Adam got Leah. God, I bet I looked like a psycho.
"Erm, yeah." I smiled, obviously embarrassed.
"Did you –"
"Mom!" Roman blurted out to cut her off. "Why don't you start putting those groceries away before they fall out of your arms. I'll be there to help you in a minute."
Samantha looked at Roman. "Good point." she then chuckled, "It was nice meeting you, Sienna."
"You too!" I faked an enthusiastic smile. God, that was so awkward.
Roman led me to the door and held it open for me to walk out. "Your mom works in the jewellery store?"
"Sienna, my mom owns the jewellery store. Sam's Silver & Gold. She's Sam... Samantha." It all suddenly clicked. Well damn, no wonder why they had such a nice house, the jewellery there certainly wasn't cheap.
"Oh." Was all I could say. I suddenly looked at my phone and to see a bazillion texts from Rya. Fuck, what now? "I should go." I said. "I'm sorry our session got cut short."
"Me too." He smiled and I could sense the intention behind his voice. I let out a laugh and playful slapped his arm.
"Okay, nerd boy. Don't get too confident now."
"Yes ma'am." He assaulted with two fingers. I chuckled and turned to walk away. Roman Lawrence certainly was getting the hang of this.