Screwed

Chapter 10

Luna

"Thanks for coming everyone. I can't wait to see you all next week again, for our monthly gathering," I said in a robotic tone as everyone left the shop.

You should let me fuck you.

Dammit. All night and apparently all day, Colton's words kept playing in my mind.

He said that so easily. I wished making the decision was easy for me. There was too much to worry about, but he wasn't in my shoes. He was the one who had the best reputation on the topic, I had no idea about even the basics.

I groaned and shook my head, trying to postpone thinking about the inevitable as long as I could.

"Luna?" I heard someone call behind me.

I saw Jesse when I turned. "Hey, Jesse. How can I help you?"

"I want to talk to you about something," he said, changing his backpack from one shoulder to another.

"Sure, what's up?" I asked. Jesse was a freshman in high school, and one of my regulars. He liked to hang out here, even after everyone left.

He rubbed his neck, changed his backpack from one shoulder to the other, again, and looked at his feet before he finally gathered the courage to talk. "I was wondering if you needed some help around here," he blurted out. He talked so fast, I almost didn't catch it.

I smiled. "Do you want to work here? But what about school?"

"I was thinking after school. I already come here every day and spend all my time here. So I thought maybe I could help out while I'm here," he murmured.

"Jesse, I'd love that. I can definitely use some help, and you already know the ropes."

His face lighted up. "Really?"

"Yeah. You can start whenever you want."

"How about now?" he asked.

It was already eight pm, but since he seemed like he wanted to, I nodded. "Of course. I need to the place cleaned up."

We both started to work. It was natural. I didn't need to tell him anything since he helped me do the same things before.

I could make that tight body sing.

I cursed and groaned under my breath when Colton's voice haunted me again. I pressed my thighs together in reflex, like there was a tingling between my legs. I had this same reaction last night, when he said it, and whenever I thought about his words. That gave me hope that maybe, just maybe he was right. But what if he wasn't?

Think about it, what if we go through all of this and you end up with some guy who doesn't know what he's doing?

What if I couldn't come even with him, the guy who knew what he was doing? What would that say about me? If even he, the king of the orgasms, couldn't make me come, would that mean I'm broken beyond repair? That was what I was afraid of the most. Being broken when it came to something everyone took for granted.

Was I ready to risk it by accepting his offer? Because if I couldn't come with him, I knew I would stop trying.

"Luna? Did you hear me?" Jesse asked as he helped me place the new action figures on the shelves.

I had no idea what he was talking about. "Huh? I mean, sorry, what did you say?"

He frowned but repeated himself. "I was saying... I don't even know why people compare Superman and Batman. Batman isn't even a superhero. He's just a rich dude with fancy toys. What do you think?"