by Writing Shark
Lovestruck Jenna flirts with you
Brian and Rika stare at you the whole time from the schoolyard to the hallways to the classroom. Only then do they ask you the burning question.
“Ethan, what the fuck was that supposed to be?” asks Brian.
“You know she’s just kidding you,” Rika says worriedly. You, on the other hand, stare at your phone at the sequence of numbers that you have imagined so many times. Jenna smiled as she typed her number into your phone. Your hands touched as she handed you the device. And she smiled.
“I know it’s real,” you simply say, but of course your friends don’t believe you. Rika wants to say something but then Miss Harris starts the lesson and a new, eventful school day begins.
“Ethan? Ethan, what’s wrong with you?” You jump from the phone. “Ethan, I thought you were interested in this topic.” Mrs. Harris sits cross-legged on her table, her hair falls over her shoulders and she has her glasses in her hand as she often does.
“Sorry Mrs Harris,” you say and put your phone away. You like history, you’re good at it. But today something is more important and soon you’ll be looking at your phone again.
‘Thanks again Ethan’ you read the message a third time. She sent you a heart! A love heart! ‘I’ll show you that I’m serious. Thank you for trusting me.’ You haven’t answered yet, you actually want to wait and plan.
‘No problem :)’ Shit! That was too fast. Just like with Cathy. Remember her words. Jenna is evil too! Be a monster! You quickly type something else.
It is dangerous to look at her cell phone in class. Not just because her teacher has already warned her several times, but because everyone can see the looks in her eyes. Jenna has to use all her strength not to groan wanton when she sees his name on the screen; having a normal conversation is simply impossible.
But nothing about any of this is normal.
Within a day she had fallen in love with Ethan. It was crazy. She went to bed with Jason as her boyfriend and woke up with the strongest feelings she had ever felt in her life, almost crushing the petite girl when she realized them. She looked herself in the mirror and knew it.
So the time until she could see Ethan again was pure torture for her, almost as if her body was electrified, going into shock whenever she didn’t think about him. But she thinks of him all the time now.
It is love. Pure, simple, all-encompassing, limitless love. It can’t be otherwise.
There can’t be any other explanation and so it makes sense that this boy who she barely knew his name is in her head like she loved him all her life.
And now Jenna sits in the classroom, her boyfriend next to her, Jason, gray and non-existent next to the new man in her life, the wonder who fills her with color and joy and happiness. And he noticed her! He talked to her! Jenna knows she is beautiful compared but to Ethan, she is small and unimportant and when he allows her to swap their numbers she almost cried her eyes out. She never prepared for anything more than for the conversation with him and she pulled every trick she knew and all her former life, all her boyfriends culminated in this desperate try to catch the most beautiful and handsome guy she ever knew. Now it’s time to think up new tricks and it’s only right to talk to him. Afer all, Jenna has this feeling that he will be the one deciding things. He is strong and wise and she is overwhelmed of feelings she can’t explain but is addicted to.
We talk together! He sits in class and might get in trouble, but he still makes time for me! I love him so much! My God I love him!
Another text from her great love appears on the cell phone.
“Babe? All right?” But she ignores Jason and looks at the text.
‘But I don’t know if I can trust you.’
“Jenna? Are you okay?” asks the teacher and Jason also looks worriedly at the girl who is pressing her hand to her lips, stifling sobs. She stares at her phone with wet eyes, forgetting the world around her.
Of course he can’t trust her. Why should he? She didn’t notice her feelings, was too stupid and distracted by her life to notice the miracle sitting in the parallel class. Jenna feels sick.
“Do you have to go to the toilet?” her teacher asks and Jenna jumps up without paying attention to the class.
She collapses onto a seat in the girls’ bathroom and sobs loudly. Tears stream down her cheeks as she read the text again and again. What can she do? She doesn’t want to lose Ethan!
‘I’m so sorry Ethan! Really! Please forgive me! I’m begging you! I didn’t mean to hurt you! But I know I messed up!’ Her fingers move around on the screen and tears make typing difficult, but finally she sends the message.
Ethan is so nice to her. He talks to her even though she was so mean to him. Does he know that Jason acted without her consent when he hit him? But that doesn’t matter. She should have done something. Must! She should have stood in front of him and taken the blow. Or would you rather be feminine and let him protect you? Jenna is afraid in his presence, of something, a pain that she cannot explain. It must be the pain of being alone, being deprived of the man she loves with all her being. The love of her life. She knows it. He is the one for her. It isn’t crazy. She knows her feelings. He is the one and she will do anything to prove her worth to him.
And I caused him pain! My God, what have I done! Ethan, I’m sorry!
Before he can answer her, she is already tapping on the cell phone.
‘There is something I can do for you, Ethan. At least that’s what I think. You’re smart. I am not. Please tell me if I’m doing it right.’
“I will do anything for you. My love.”
“Holy… fucking… shit…” “What?” But you ignore Rika and stare at your screen.
You’ve already seen her breasts but this time Jenna shows herself to you voluntarily. One photo after another comes and her breasts still look as perfect as the last time.
One photo simply shows her tits. She simply pulled her bra and shirt up. Another shows her squeezing her nipple with her fingers. Another shows her hand around her breast, gripping tightly like you did. It must hurt here too. And then come photos of her face. Jenna is a pretty girl and of course she has experience with selfies.
,I hope you like them. Feel free to show them to your friends.’ More photos. Jenna with Aheago face. Jenna with her tongue stuck out, a strand of saliva on it. Jenna with puppy eyes. Jenna chewing her lip. And always her breasts in the picture.
Last year Rika was so stupid and took pictures like that. Some girls found out and shared them. Since that day, you only see your best friend in long sweaters. And here is Jenna, the most desirable girl in school. And she presents herself to you like the lovesick girly girl she is.
‘I’m yours, Ethan. Please believe me that I am serious. Please!’
You’re too bold. What if he wanted to unpack your breasts himself? Oh God no! What if he wanted to sleep with me and I ruined it for him?
A sad moan escapes her throat but the thought of being fucked by the love of her life the way he wants it – hard or tender, it doesn’t matter – makes Jenna wet like a waterfall. Her free hand twitches between her legs but it feels wrong to do anything without Ethan’s consent.
Oh God please let him like my breasts! Please make him happy with me!
A text! Jenna squeals loudly and almost drops her hand to her sopping-wet panties.
‘Nice tits Jenna.’
Her lips hurt as she presses them together. She almost smashes her hand as she clenches her fists and her chucks stamp furiously on the tile floor as she squeals her joy like a guinea pig on speed.
‘Thanks Ethan! Thanks! Thanks! Thanks! That means a lot to me! I love you!’
And Ethan is so perfect! He is perfect for her! Before she can even worry about whether she’s too clingy, he texts her again.
‘Show me your pussy fuck meat.’
He has a pet name for me! He loves me too!
“Oh my Goooooodeeeeeh!” Then she opens her eyes. She can’t think about herself now! Her hands race to her skirt and pull the material up. Then the cell phone vibrates again.
Writing Shark 