What Is Sex?
-Bzzzz-
“Christie?”
Ugh… mmhmmm.. fuck no… don’t.. mhmm!!
“Christie? You there? Are you in your room?”
No, just a few sec- seco-
As soon as the sensation built inside me, my torso gave in, exploding my innards as the desperate wave of orgasm hit me. I covered my mouth to prevent myself from screaming out loud and turned off the vibrator.
“Mhhmmm!!” With those muffled sounds I was making, along with my phone ringing, I heard my Mom trying to get into the room as I smiled internally.
-Knock Knock-
“Christie, you there, baby?”
I quickly got a hold of myself before cleaning my junk with a napkin. Placing my dick-shaped vibrator beneath my pillow, I gulped hard to cover for my parched throat and fetched my book.
“Yes, Mom, I’m here!” I blurted out as she opened the door, concerned.
“Oh, Christie, baby—” she spoke in a hollow yet tense voice as she trotted towards me and sat on the bed right in front.
“I hate to see you study even when you’re sick. Why don’t you rest, baby?”
“Oh, Mom, you know. I need to pass this semester, otherwise—”
“You won’t get into that college, yeah,” she completed my sentence as she smiled.
Okay, sure. I hated to lie to her. I mean, she’s my mom and I shouldn’t lie to her at all! But... what was I supposed to say to her? That I didn’t know why, but I was really sexually active right now and constantly wanted to have a good fuck before I went to sleep? No!
“Is there anything I can do for you?” she spoke as she got up and straightened herself.
“No, it’s fine, Mom, thanks.”
Before she could speak, my phone rang again as our eyes fell to the screen.
“You better pick up that call. Nora is really worried about you,” Mom stated as I grabbed my phone and smiled at her.
“I think I should. Thank you, Mom. For everything.”
And there it was. That smile where she knew I was a good girl, and let’s try to keep it that way.
And it wasn’t a lie. I *was* a good girl, and I had been since I was a kid. But recently, ever since I turned 18, and heard all those stories about going to college, finding out your preferences, your likes, dislikes, and how you prefer wanting to... ugh! Again, Christie? Control your thoughts!
I picked up the call, and soon, I heard a screech.
“Aahhhhh!!!!! Christie!!! Where the fuck are you?!”
“Nora—” I answered, trying to sound completely normal.
“Oh. My. God. *Finally!*” she hissed. “What the hell were you doing? I’ve been calling you like forever! Where have you been?!”
I paused, chewing my lip. “I was busy.”
“Busy?” she repeated, then her voice dipped into a knowing smirk. “Like... busy busy?”
“Shut up, Nora.”
She giggled. “You were, weren’t you? Again?”
“I said shut up,” I mumbled, glancing toward the door even though I knew it was shut.
“Damn, girl. You’ve been wild lately. It’s like the minute you turned legal, your hormones exploded.”
“Fuck... Nora... I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I muttered, curling up in bed, hiding my face in the crook of my elbow. “It’s like I can’t even focus on anything anymore! I can't sleep, I can't read, I can't even take a nice hot bath... I think about it all the time. I feel like I'm going crazy!"
“Trust me, you’re not the only one. And I'd love to talk about your sexual desires anytime, ugh, but that’s not why I called."
"Sureee," I whispered sarcastically, listening to her.
"First, tell me. Are you still ‘sick’?”
I paused. “Kinda.”
“Kinda as in?”
“Kinda as in my mom thinks I’m sick. So... yes.”
“Perfect!” she chirped. “Then lie a little more and come out. There’s a party at Troy’s tonight.”
I sat up. “Shut up! Troy? Troy Callahan? The Troy with the blue Mustang and the abs with all those chains and rings, the one who has got all the senior girls practically crying over him?”
“That’s the one.”
“What the hell would he want with us? And how the hell did you get an invitation?”
“Don't worry about that. And he’s got to do with us... well, nothing yet. But if we show up hot and cute and very not-sick, maybe we change that.”
I blinked. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious. Everyone’s going. Even Bella. And she already has dibs on one of the guys, so you’re safe from her drama tonight.”
“Nora, I don’t know—”
“Christie,” she cut in, her tone turning firm, persuasive. “You said yourself, you’ve been restless. You need to get out. Just once. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“My mom. That’s what.”
“Then lie. Tell her you’re sleeping over at mine. Tell her I’m coming to pick you up with soup and a study plan. Boom. You’re free.”
I looked down at my phone and chewed my bottom lip hard enough to feel it pulse. The idea was tempting. Too tempting.
A real party. Real people. Maybe even *real* things happening—not just under the covers with the volume down and my breath clutched between my teeth.
“Christie, come on. You’re not just a good girl, right?” she whispered, pushing the button she knew would work. “You’re more than that. You’re fun. You’re hot. You’ve got that look lately, like you’re ready to come alive.”
I closed my eyes. My chest tightened, not with fear, but with something else. Anticipation? Lust? Stupid teenage rebellion? Maybe all three.
“Fine,” I said. “Give me twenty minutes.”
“Yesss!” she squealed. “Dress sexy but don’t overdo it. You’re not desperate. You’re just... a little wild tonight.”
I hung up before I could change my mind.
Standing up, I stretched, still feeling the aftershocks of the orgasm from earlier humming between my thighs. If anything, that moment had only stirred something deeper. A craving that I knew I couldn't control. That had been burning inside me, working like static going crazy.
I opened my closet and ran my fingers through my clothes, past the oversized sweaters and old jeans, until I found the short black dress I’d secretly bought two months ago and never had the guts to wear.
Not tonight. Tonight I was going to wear it. With heels. With confidence. And with just a hint of lip gloss that said I might be trouble, or too hot, way too hot to handle, but you could try if you had the guts to do so.
As I stripped out of my shorts, I glanced at the vibrator under the pillow and laughed to myself.
“Thanks for the warm-up,” I whispered, and began to dress for the night ahead.
