Radio Hoe

Of Roses and Revelations

Yup, your girl is early today and yes, Logan Lerman plays my baby River. And I got a radio scene for you guys. Fair warning, there's a description of a sexual scene. It's nothing TOO explicit but it's not too illicit either. Happy reading, lemme know what you think! Seriously, I'm dying from the radio silence guys. But I love you regardless.

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"Roses?" Viola asked, confused.

"Not just any roses, purple roses. Thirteen of them to be exact."

"You say that like it's supposed to mean something to me."

"Purple roses signify like, enchantment. Someone finds your presence enchanting, love at first sight all that and thirteen signifies you have an admirer."

"Yea because all the gifts before this aren't enough right?"

"You have no eye for romance," River scoffed taking the keycard from her hands, unlocking the door and dramatically storming into the room.

"Gee, sorry if I find the idea weird and creepy," Viola scoffed walking into her bedroom.

"I'm sorry too. Truly am," River scoffed following her into her bedroom.

"Who's it from anyway?" She asked, dropping her stuff onto the king sized bed she'd fashioned from two twin ones.

"Doesn't say. But we already know."

"I just wanna not think about this. Ya know, kinda like how you can forget the gravity of this entire situation," she scoffed, pulling her thick brown hair up.

She thought it was strange how the first note was handwritten but these last two were typed, but she put it out of her mind as she sat at the vanity and began removing her makeup.

"I think you're overreacting, so one guy knows," he sighed.

"What if he asked a friend for an opinion? And then that friend has to ask who it's for?" She asked glaring at River from in front of the mirror.

"I still think you're being dramatic. And a mean bitch for not letting me sleep in the bed with you. Come on, it's huge and we both know half the population gets off on calling me a fruit cake or British slang for cigarette," he argued.

"And the other half that doesn't, thinks we're romantically involved," Viola grinned.

"I don't blame them, we'd be such a Catholic power couple," River smirked standing next to her in the mirror.

"Then a scandal would rock our marriage and devastate our four kids."

"I'd need to move to America whilst you move to Costa Dourada and have secret affairs with your new pool boy."

"But we'd never get divorced because it's a sin," she giggled.

"You make our life sound so beautiful."

"If only you weren't a prick."

"I'll buy you Starbucks in the morning."

"Thanks. You're still not getting into the bed," she grinned tossing aside the makeup wipe that had become stained dark brown from her foundation.

"Whatever," he scoffed looking through her desk drawers.

"What are you rummaging over there for you rat?" Viola scoffed, turning in her chair to face him.

"Something to put these flowers in... A-ha! Got it," he smiled holding up a prayer candle.

"Please unhand our lady of Fatima."

"She's empty Viola, reduce, reuse and recycle remember?"

"Fine fine."

"I'm sure father Charles will give you a low penance for this when you go to confess."

"When was your last confession?" Viola asked with a grin and raised brow.

"I'm letting them pile up so I don't seem presumptuous. Besides, when I do it that way I make an appointment ahead and Father Charles knows to bring snacks."

"He does not!" She gasped.

"Well he knows he'll be there for an awfully long time, and my stories are always interesting so he needs a snack."

"You suck," she scoffed before kicking River out and shamelessly snapping a pic of her bouquet, solely for aesthetic reasons.

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Viola sipped the venti frappe River had promised her before glancing down at the laptop before her.

"Right guys so tonight's Campus Smash comes to us courtesy of KC, a psych major and we're gonna hear about how she hooked up in the confession booth at the chapel with a member of Alpha Kappa Tau," she gaped, a slight giggle leaving her lips. "Let's hope Father Charles doesn't listen to this... Okay guys here it goes," she chuckled, before even further adjusting the tone of her voice to be more sultry.

"This happened about a week or two ago, I'd been texting back and forth with this guy, and we finally agree to hang out. He takes me to the movie theater and we had a good time watching it, albeit I was a bit disappointed he never tried to make a move. Then on the drive back to campus, he rested his hand on my thigh and I was honestly ready to just do it right there but he parked his car at a reserved spot close to the frat house and said he'd walk me to my dorm. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. Then we took a detour at the chapel, his family is Catholic so he began explaining everything to me. I'd been feigning interest initially because I honestly just wanted him back in my dorm room; then he took me into the confession booth and pulled me onto his lap before sliding his hand up my skirt and rubbing me through the lace of my soaked panties. He starts rubbing me before asking me to give him a blowjob. And of course I do because why wouldn't I right? Anyway after I blow him he still has me seated on his lap, sans panties and next thing you know I'm riding him reverse cowgirl. And it's really good because he was reasonably sized for a white guy then things get weird.... Weird uh oh," Viola chuckled before continuing.

"He wraps his hand around my neck from behind which I don't mind, then I hear him groan out, VIOLA?!" Viola read, nearly choking on her coffee.

She took a few seconds to regain her composure and continue reading, but she did.

"I snapped my head around to correct him and he shushed me and told me to go with it... I did, but it was a bit weird. But then he started pounding the life out of me and had to move his hand from my neck to my mouth because I'd been getting so loud. I knew he meant Viola Devereux because come on there aren't many Viola's here but then he started talking about penance and bunch of other Catholic terms so I was convinced. This guy wanted to bone the patron saint of our university and was using me for that purpose. I don't even look like her. But anyway, I had an amazing orgasm so I'm not even that mad." Viola finished.

"Well, that was wild," she chuckled. "Alright let's use KC's pain for our gain. Tonight's discussion topic, have you ever called or been called the wrong name during sex? What was that like? Our text lines are open. And in the meantime enjoy this week's Throwback Thursday hit, Use Somebody by Kings of Leon."

Whilst V remained calm and collected on air, Viola shrieked and removed her head set the second the music had began; running out of the booth and to River. She couldn't believe what she had read, someone had used another girl to fulfill their fantasy of her. It was entirely bizarre.

"Why hello our lady of Devereux," River teased. "God why has no one called you that before- that nickname is GOLD."

"This is not funny!" Viola squealed.

"Actually, I find the entire ordeal hilarious."

"Because you like to see me suffer?" Viola damn near growled at him.

"No," River shrugged smoothly, removing his glasses. "Because Alpha Kappa Tau only has one reserved parking spot," he grinned. "For their president."

Viola felt her heart drop at that last sentence.

"So that means..."

"KC's mystery man is none other than Jordan Bryce," River grinned.