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sad when it died.
Craybill climbed my hair and sat on top of my head.  I have a rat on my head, I
announced.
 Here, let me get that for you. Jesse plucked Craybill off my head. Then he
reached out and smoothed my hair, which I really doubted Craybill had even disturbed.
His hand lingered, and he got a kind of sad, hungry, faraway look. He trailed one finger
from my hair across my cheekbone and to my lips. I kissed his fingertip.
He turned and put Craybill back in his cage.
I wasn t sure if making out was now on the agenda, but I was suddenly aware that
between beer, Hula-Hooping, and burritos, I didn t smell so great.
 I usually grab a shower right after hooping, I said, not sure what kind of
response I expected.
 Use mine if you want, Jesse said.
 Do you mind?
He shook his head.  No. I should take one too. Soon, I mean.
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I would have invited him to take one with me, but I thought it might freak him
out. Unless that s what he was suggesting.  Do you have, uh& towels? I asked.
He led me down a short hall to the bathroom and opened the cupboard above the
toilet. Towels, washcloths, cotton swabs, and a stash of Ivory soap.
 Thanks, I said.
He left the bathroom, and I stripped, pissed with a boner, and turned the shower
on colder than I normally liked.
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Chapter Eleven
Jesse
I had Simeck Whedon in my shower.
No reason to panic.
Except what the fuck did I do next?
Did he want me expect me to get in there with him?
Was there any way, considering that I was an evolved, functional being with
wide-ranging interests and enviable self-control, for me to spend the next ten minutes
not thinking about Simeck naked and wet in my bathroom?
There had to be.
Dammit, there wasn t.
I was going to have to make a decision here.
Was I or was I not going to have sex with Simeck Whedon?
Pros: it would take care of the boner I d been sporting pretty much since we d first
kissed. Also, I d be able to graduate college having gotten laid at least once. Plus I d get
to try the whole sex thing again and see if I liked it.
Cons: I didn t want Sim to know how appallingly bad I most likely was at sex. My
experience at eighteen was kind of a blur, but I didn t recall being particularly savvy or
graceful. Also, what would happen after we had sex? Would Sim bail on me, never
speak to me again? Refuse to ASM Tartuffe?
Best to maintain a touchy-feely friendship, if possible.
I could deal with a long-term boner, if it meant I didn t have to fumble through
sex with someone who understood sex and liked sex and was good at sex
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This whole conundrum assumed that Sim even wanted to have sex with me. Had
he ever wanted to? It had seemed like it when we were on the stage in the dark, making
out on the soldiers bedrolls. But he d never actually said,  Let s have sex.
 What do I do? I asked Craybill. He stuck his nose between the bars of the cage,
looking for a treat.
I sniffed my armpit. I really did need a shower.
Fuck.
I heard the water turn off and jumped up from the arm of the couch. I slowly sat
back down. Relax.
I got up and went to my bedroom. I threw a few spare papers and a pair of shoes
into the closet and sprayed some air freshener, just in case the room smelled weird, and
I didn t know it because I was used to it. Then I grabbed my own towel off the door
hook.
Sim emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, dressed, wet-haired, and
smelling like my shampoo. I met him in the hall and delivered my lines way too fast.
 Hey, I m gonna grab a shower too real quick. If you wanna wait in the bedroom,
it might be more comfortable. There s lots of stuff in there to read. Unless you have to
go?
Supersmooth. That was me.
 I don t have to go.
 Good. I want to talk to you more about Tartuffe.
Shut up, Ferelit. Commence escape to shower.
I brushed past him and went into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me.
Okay, I still had a few more minutes in which to decide whether to pursue sex. I turned
on the water and got into the shower. If we weren t going to have sex, then maybe I
should do something now about the boner. But if we were going to, I should leave the
boner alone.
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We weren t going to.
I wasn t going to have sex with someone I barely knew and didn t necessarily
want to know.
I slathered shampoo all over my hair and body and scrubbed myself with my
loofah until I looked like I had a skin rash.
I decided that if Simeck hadn t run out the door yet, and if he had in fact taken my
ridiculous suggestion to wait in the bedroom, then he was probably okay with the idea
of having sex. And if I didn t have sex now, well, when was I going to again? Why not
take the plunge, so to speak? I didn t get many offers.
I got out of the shower, dried myself vigorously, and rubbed a spot in the fog on
the mirror so I could examine my pale, tense face, the dark wet curls plastered to my
head, the raw skin where I d overloofahed.  I m going to go have sex now, I
whispered to my reflection.
I put my T-shirt and jeans back on, cursing myself for not bringing a change of
clothes in. I gave my hair one last pat with the towel and left the bathroom.
Sim was in the bedroom, sitting on my bed, reading my copy of Murder in Green
Meadows.  You know that s the early edition, I said before I could stop myself.
 Yeah.
 Sorry. You probably don t care.
 I care. He put the play down.
 Can I kiss you? I asked.
 I was hoping you would.
I climbed onto the bed. He pulled his legs up. We knelt, facing each other, the
edge of the mattress sagging under our weight. I took his shoulders, pulled him toward
me, and kissed him, tasting the clean skin around his mouth, brushing his wet hair back
from his face.
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He put his arms around me and hauled me toward the center of the bed, then
rolled me underneath him.
He straddled me. I pushed my hands under his T-shirt and felt the lingering
dampness along his ribs while he sucked my lower lip. Growing bolder, I took his
nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and tugged just hard enough that they
stiffened. Sim let go of my lip and gasped.
 More. I mean, shit. No.
 What s wrong?
 I m gonna& I can t& fuck, keep going. I rolled his nipples again, and he leaned
forward, thrusting his ass out.
 This is good? I asked, pinching a little harder.
 So good.
I couldn t stop watching him eyes closed, mouth open, chin tilted up, back
arched. All because I had hold of his nipples.
I pinched, hard, then quickly let go and raked my nails lightly over his tits.
 Fuck, he said, lowering himself so his chest was against mine, my hands trapped
between us, under his shirt, his legs clamped around mine, and his ass in the air.
I forced his lips apart with my tongue and sucked his tongue like I was trying to
pull it right out of his mouth.
He moaned, and it turned into a squeak as I got my hands out from under his shirt
and grabbed his ass, pulling him down and forward so our teeth knocked together.
I grabbed him suddenly and rolled him onto his side. He started to struggle, but I
climbed on him and attacked his ear, blowing around the edge of it, licking the inside of
it, and finally taking his earlobe between my teeth and tugging.
He tried once more to get up, but I pinned him.
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