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Grace didn't really like the way that Elliot pretended like they were happy-go-lucky best friends, but he was one of the only dealers she knew in this small town. She hated it, but she found him one of the hardest people to say no to.
Hence, her current situation: sitting in Elliot's bedroom with him and Jules — who by no means was a close friend of hers — and yet that didn't stop them from sharing explicit conversation with her.
"I feel like Rue is too lazy a person to fake an orgasm," Elliot shook his head as he sat on his bed. Grace sat on the floor in the corner behind him, once in a while he turned to look at her.
"I'm telling you, Elly, there's no way she makes the sounds I heard when she actually orgasms," Jules said. Grace scrunched up her nose. "Don't make that face," Jules then told Grace upon seeing how fast she looked disgusted.
"Like what... sounds?" Elliot went on to ask, which Grace mentally cursed him for. If they were going to be discussing this in front of her, she was going to need to be high. She prepared the weed she had just bought from Elliot himself about half an hour ago. He always nagged her about how weed was such a common drug now that it tasted the same everywhere, but she maintained that she liked his. That and, she was trying to ween herself off the other hardcore shit she'd been taking.
"It was like..." Jules chuckled. "It was like..." she exaggerated a moan. "I'm cummiiing!"
"Okay, yeah, yeah," Elliot shook his hand at her, telling her to cut it out.
"It's awful."
"Yeah. No, it's bad. Maybe she's just not attracted to me."
"Or maybe she can't get it up," Grace offered, blowing out some smoke from her mouth.
"Or maybe you, you suck at eating pussy," Elliot turned to Jules. Grace furrowed her eyebrows. Why would he try to cover that up... unless... "That could be it."
"Oh God, that's embarrassing," Jules said.
"No. It's cool. You're new to the game, it happens to everyone, right Grace?" he turned to the black-haired beauty who was currently wishing she had something to gouge her own eyes out with at how this conversation had turned.
"What, you've eaten pussy before? I did not take you for the type," Jules asked the girl, who almost instantly started shaking her head.
"No, what Elliot is referring to is when he tried to go down on me like summer before freshman year — still a baby, obviously — and he sucked. Not the good kind," Grace clarified before turning to the bleached blonde boy, embarrassed. "Thanks for making me explain that."
To say Grace and Elliot had a history would be an understatement, except that Grace decided to block out the majority of it. That was proven hard when he became her dealer and also when he liked to do embarrassing things like randomly throwing into a conversation that they used to hook up. Catching her off guard. Just like now.
Part of the reason it was so embarrassing was that Elliot and Grace were inseparable for weeks at a time growing up, and then disaster struck when the kids hit puberty. Grace was Elliot's first everything, and surprisingly, he didn't try to hide that fact. It just was, even if it was no longer.
From sneaking in and out of each other's houses, ditching classes together, experimenting with drugs, the two were always found hand in hand. And sometimes tongue to tongue.
"Yeah, but it makes me feel like a guy," Jules said, bringing her back into reality.
"Why?"
"'Cause guys don't know how to eat pussy," Jules replied blatantly.
"Oh my God. It's really not that hard, right?" he turned to Grace. She shrugged, unsure if she was qualified to have any sort of input or opinion on that topic. She imagined it wasn't actually as hard as everyone made it out to be, since the main pleasure point was literally right there staring right at you. Not like she'd find herself in that position anytime soon, but she felt confident that she could do it. "You want me to show you, bro?"
Like adding a "bro" could make this situation any better.
"Bitch, I swear to God," Jules said.
"I feel like this is an excellent time to remind you that you shouldn't be touching each other like that without Rue around," Grace nodded her head forward, looking between the two fake blondes, wondering just how far they were going to take it. "You know, your friend and girlfriend."
"Relax, baby," Elliot chuckled. Grace just glared at him, insistent on not letting him get to her as he had in the past. "Check it out. I'll pretend this is your pussy, right?" he lifted Jules' hand. Immediately, Grace was shaking her head.
"What are you... Oh. Ooh."
"Uh-huh, there's that. And also..."
"Wow," Jules said. Grace inhaled another hit, rolling her eyes as she let the smoke go. This was becoming unbearable. "See? Just like that. Here, try me. Try mine."
"You sure?"
"I wouldn't... you don't know where his hand has been," Grace said.
"What, like in you?" Jules asked.
Grace nodded, bringing her blunt to her lips once more. "Precisely."
Elliot's eyes lingered on the raven-haired girl just long enough for Jules to notice, prompting her to take Elliot's challenge and pretend his hand was his vagina. "Yeah. No, it's my hand, not my pussy. It's okay. Go ahead. Do your thing. Just like I taught you. Yeah, but then point your tongue. Ooh," Elliot let his eyes roll back into his head, faking an orgasm as Grace stared at the wall. She knew he was doing it to make her jealous, so she wouldn't feed into it. He then giggled. "See? And that's how you make me cum."
"And you taste good," Jules replied.
"I can't believe I'm babysitting right now," Grace muttered, resting her elbow on her knee, her blunt loosely hanging out in between her index and middle finger. "There's too fucking much going on in this room right now."
Before either Elliot or Jules could come up with something to say to that, one of their phones buzzed, leaning the two on the bed to clear their throats awkwardly, realizing their actions. "Uh, Rue's outside. I'm just gonna tuck my dick in my waistband, and, uh..."
"You always know how to make someone comfortable, Elliot," Grace broke through the tension that was clearly emitting from both in the room. And even from herself. She stood up, only having brought her cell phone so there was nothing else she needed to gather from his bedroom. "I'm just gonna take my leave."
"No, don't—" Elliot got up and tried following her out of the room
"Or what, you'll teach me how to eat pussy next?" Grace turned to face him. "Lay a hand on me and I'm never talking to you again," she warned, seeing how his hands hovered over her forearms. Before she spoke, he was ready to place his hands on her and ask her with overly kind eyes to stay. Now, he retracted his actions, bringing his hands to his sides. Grace swallowed hard, giving him a solid nod. She knew what this might look like to Jules, but she didn't care. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
She hated using herself as a weapon against him, but seeing as it worked every time, she still did. And he let her go every single time. Leaving her to wonder how she ended up in these situations every goddamn time.
