The Womanizer

Chapter 22: Can We Talk

**play Can We Talk by Tevin Campbell when you see (*) for a better read

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(Flashback) 1997

Waiting for Sean in his bedroom, Lauren sat cross-legged on the floor, the glow of the CRT television casting a warm, nostalgic light over the space. With a controller clutched firmly in her hands, she immersed herself in the pixelated world unfolding before her. The sound of buttons clicking in rhythm with the electronic soundtrack filled the air. Surrounded by posters of both their favorite bands and shelves lined with CDs, she felt a sense of belonging wash over her, as if this moment were frozen in time, forever tethered to the carefree days of youth. As she navigated the virtual landscapes with ease, she couldn't help but smile, grateful for the bond that transcended both pixels and real life.

The scent of Lauren's Calvin Klein- CK One cologne mingled with the faint aroma of old pizza boxes in his bedroom. For Lauren and Sean, weekends meant endless hours spent in Sean's haven of retro posters and worn-out bean bags. As Sean sauntered in, a tray of snacks in hand, his eyes gleaming with mischief, he plopped down beside Lauren on the faded carpet, launching into his usual banter about his latest crushes and the heartthrobs gracing the covers of his stolen Playboy and pornographic magazines, a ritual as familiar as the beat of their favorite 90's playlist.

"Yo, Lauren, you've got to see this girl I saw in the 'Juggs' magazine. Her tits man, fucking massive. I'd love to put my face between those. Or my dick." Sean cackled, sifting through his stack to show Lauren the girl.

"Nah man, you should have seen that one broad in the Genesis magazine. What's she called... Jenna Jameson. That's it!" Lauren smirked, showing him a picture she had taken with her dad's camera. "She's fucking hot man. Look at those lips. They're fucking made to suck dick."

"Nah. She's all plastic. You can't beat Julia Ann. She's a fucking milf, bro. Have you seen the way she can suck dick? Better than that whore."

"Okayyyy. But... have you seen Racquel Darrian. She does lesbian porn. And it's soooo hot. Got my dick wet just by watching her shit." Sean let out a loud laugh, pushing Lauren away from him as she began thrusting her hips forward, humping the air. "This is what I'd do to her." Lauren laughed along with him, now acting as if she was getting head, throwing her head back as if she was moaning. Sean laughed hard, wiping his tears away from his eyes as he picked up his phone.

"Anyway. I forgot to tell you. You know that Cindy chick. You know, the one in 12th grade? Yeah, well she's coming over later. And I told her you'd be joining us."

"Fuck you mean, 'joining you'? What are you guys gonna be doing, because I think I'd be a bit awkward if I was third wheeling on a fucking date-"

"Nah man, it's not a date. It's a sex date."

Lauren just stared at him blankly before her eyes widened in realisation as she came to terms with what Sean was insinuating. "Jesus Fucking Christ. Why?" She questioned, her eyes wide in shock. Although she had to admit the idea kind of excited her. Cindy was an older girl by 2 years. She had bronze, tanned skin, large, brown doe eyes and plump lips. And don't even get Lauren started on her body. Lauren thought her body was made to be fucked.

"Because man. I saw this videotape, and I wanted to kinda... do the same. They did this... like... position. And it was soooo fucking hot. It's called the 'Eiffel Tower' or something." Sean ranted, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

"So you basically want to be a porn star?" Lauren chuckled, bursting out into boisterous laughter when she caught the look on Sean's face. Before Sean could speak, they heard a timid knock on the front door. Sean jumped up, fixing his appearance before looking to Lauren.