Woodbridge Academy

Ch.6

"He's supposed to text me when he gets back from student council today. And I think he has to go to dinner for that, so probably in a couple hours. I figured I would do some homework before I went over there."

"So did you do anything to him?" Josh dared to ask as he picked up the trash from our dinner boxes and tossed it in our trashcan.

I just shook my head. "It was only the kissing, and the rubbing. I don't really know how to do anything else. Not to a guy at least."

"Do you want to?"

"I don't know. I never really thought about it."

He just rolled his eyes at me. "Do you think You'll be top or bottom? I totally can't picture you on top of Matt Humphrey. He's a total alpha dog. I'm sure he has to have total control. Oh, I can't wait to hear all the juicy gossip. This is going to be great."

"I hadn't really thought about that." I blushed. "I have never thought about sex with another guy. It was never really on my radar until last night. Well, except for all the shit you tell me that I never want to hear."

"God, watch a porno or something!" Josh laughed. "What time is it? I have to go to the library with my AP chem study group at 6."

"You'd better get moving. It's already 6:15." I told him with a laugh.

"Shit!" He grabbed his bag and shoved his feet in his shoes. "I'll see you later. Have fun tonight." He called as he ran out the door, leaving me to bask in the silence behind him.

Dumping the contents of my backpack out and checking my planner, I realized I really didn't have anything due the next day, which was a huge relief. I settled onto my bed with my AP bio textbook to study for the exam we were having next week. It was my favorite class of the semester, since I was going to school to be a bio major and hopefully go pre-med, so the work wasn't too bad to me.

It didn't take too long reading about chlorophyll before my mind started to wander to what Josh had said. He had just given me a whole new rise of things to stress me out. Was he trying to torture me before I saw Matt tonight? I swear, sometimes Josh was worse than the tazmanian devil with the way he stirred up a shit storm and then disappeared. But in his defense, how stupid could I have been? Of course the natural progression of things would be to have sex. Isn't that what people did when they started to hang out and hook up? I mean, I had known the guy for a matter of hours before I let him put my dick in his mouth. That couldn't be a good thing. I pulled out my laptop, curious to see what Josh had been talking about. I had no idea what I wanted out of this, but I was pretty sure that Matt would never want to be on the bottom. He was just so big and...big. I wasn't fooled by the fact that our sweatpants were in between us last night. I know exactly how large he was and it was fear inducing, to say the least.

Even though I knew Josh had left the room, I jumped out of bed and made sure our room door was locked. Couldn't exactly count on people staying away. This was the time that people were the most social. People either went to dinner or hung around the dorm and consulted each other for homework or worked together on projects. Practices were always over, and everyone just got to kind of chill after he school day. The unfortunate part about living at school is that you had no escape from classes or classmates, but the fun part of living without parents around seemed to make up for it. Once I knew I was safe, I climbed back onto my bed and grabbed the computer again. I went to my favorite porn site and found the list of favorite categories, chuckling when I realized I was straying so far from my comfort zone, but I took a deep breath and clicked on the gay tab. I blindly clicked on a link to a video and tried to watch it.

I gave it a few minutes to figure it out, and what I ultimately concluded was that watching a hardcore porn video was never going to help me. If anything, I was more freaked out than before I started. Maybe I should just have a conversation with Josh and let him tell me what I needed to in order to keep Matt happy. Hopefully, it wasn't what I had just watched. The poor guy on the bottom looked like he was about to get ripped in half, and his moans sounded anything but pleasurable. In fact, they sounded downright painful, like he was being tortured. His arms were tied to a bedframe at an angle that looked impossible, unless you were a performer for Cirque du Soleil—which I am definitely not. That definitely wasn't what I wanted. I can't imagine that's what Matt wants either, but then again, I barely know him. Maybe he was a closet sadist. Do sadists hang out at high schools? This is definitely not what I signed on for. Not even a little. I slammed my laptop closed and shoved it away from me, completely freaked out now.