Shy (18+)

the girl in the video

I knew I was different. Sex had made me more confident in my own skin, and I was showing a lot of it today. Mostly to tease my professor who was currently touching his forefinger to his lips as I let a strap fall prettily over my shoulder and blew a pink bubble, popping it with my teeth and licking my lips clean.

I learned this trick from Bonnie.

She says anything you can do to draw attention to your mouth made men think of blowjobs.

He kept a cool poker face but his gaze never left mine as he continued his lecture on who knows what. I certainly wasn't paying attention. I was currently remembering what he felt like inside of me.

I felt a hand on my bare shoulder and jumped, turning to my side to see a vaguely familiar boy adjusting my strap. My eyes said, What the fuck?

He pulled his hand back and gave me a smooth grin, "Sorry. It was bothering me."

I flushed uncomfortably and shifted my body away from him.

"You're name's Shy right? You're Bonnie Taylors friend. I'm Fox Cavendish."

I shrugged, trying my best to ignore him. Louvain was eyes were burning into mine.

"That's an odd name. Is it short for something?"

"No . . ."

He was one to talk.

"You're probably thinking I'm one to talk right? My mom's kind of a flower child. My middle name is Fearless. Terrible, right?"

I sighed, frustrated and uncomfortable. "I'm trying to pay attention to this lecture, if . . .you don't mind."

He bit his lip to keep from grinning. "Sure thing, Shy."

I ignored him and he left me alone for the rest of the period.

I gathered my books and he grabbed my arm gently - dropping it when I flinched.

"Sorry. I get told I don't know the meaning of personal space, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted to see what you were doing this weekend and if you wanted to go out with me," He said this with what looked like a practiced flirtatious smile and I could tell he expected me to say yes.

"Uh, no sorry. I have plans."

His smile fell just a bit, "Can't blow em off for me?"

"No. I'm going to the hamptons tomorrow with Bonnie."

His eyebrows rose, "The hamptons? I didn't peg you for a rich girl."

I blushed. "I'm not. My . . ."

Boyfriend sounded so pedestrian. And it wasn't exactly true.

I bit my lip and smiled feeling a bit naughty.

"My daddy is."

"Daddy's girl, huh? Well, I'm having a party at my house tonight. If you have time you should swing by for a bit."

I smiled wider. "Mm, my daddy wouldn't like that. I'm not really allowed to go to parties."

His eyes flashed a little bit, as if he was on to my little game. "What daddy doesn't know won't hurt him, will it?"

"Oh but I'm a very good girl. I do whatever daddy tells me to."

I could see Louvain leaning against his desk, pretending to read a book. The corners of his lips were turned up with wicked amusement and I knew he could hear me.

Fox laughed. "You're fucking with me aren't you? Are you coming on to me? Because it's working."

I shook my head, having had enough teasing for one day. "Look. I'm really not interested, Fox. And I'm not going to your party."

He collected his books and turned to leave, smiling the whole time. "Sure thing. I have a feeling I'll be seeing you there."

When he left I walked towards Louvain and he set down his book, reached out to grab my wrist and pull my onto his lap.

"Daddy's girl, are you?"

I blushed. "I was just having a bit of fun."

He kissed the shell of my ear, biting it gently. I squirmed a little on his lap, breathing heavily. All I could think about was having sex again, though I would never admit it. Never ask him for it. 

It felt very dangerous now, to be straddling him like this when I knew he had another class in a few minutes. I rubbed my face into the crook of his neck, "I should go."

"Don't go to that party tonight." He sounded very serious.

"I already said I wasn't." I said, breathlessly.

He caressed the side of my face with the back of his hand. "Promise me."

"I promise."

I broke my promise. When I arrived at our dorm room, Bonnie was gone and the room was trashed. Not the usual string of clothes on the floor, or empty soda cans - no, her mirror was shattered and glass was everywhere. Her makeup was tossed carelessly every which way.

Alarm made me break out into a cold sweat as I dialed her number. She answered on the last ring.

"What the hell! Where are you -"

She sniffled on the other line. "I'm so fucking stupid, Shy. I knew Collin was a fuckboy but I let myself get caught up anyway. He got what he wanted from me and now theres a video going around the school. I'm so humiliated. . . I just want to disappear."

My jaw dropped, rage filling my body. "You're not stupid! What he did is criminal -"

"I already talked to campus security. They made me feel so . . . Like I got what I deserved. There's nothing they can do about it." Her voice was empty.

"Please just come home. I know it feels like the world is ending but there's gotta be something we can do -"

"Whatever. I don't care about anything anymore."

I heard noise in the background. "Where are you?"

"Some party. . .I'm gonna drink myself to death." She laughed but it was hollow. "I'm so tired, Shy. I can't pretend I'm this easy little cheerleader anymore. Like I only exist to fuck people and make everyone laugh. It's not fun anymore. I'm not having fun."

"Bonnie stop. You're scaring me." I whispered.

"You're the only one who's ever really tried to get to know me, you know. I gotta go. . ."

"Bonnie!"

She hung up on me and I debated calling campus police. I knew how emotional she got when she was wasted and I could tell she was at a level where she could black out or do something stupid. I bit my lip and ran out the door, clutching my phone in my hand and decided against it. 

The police failed her once already. 

Thank god for Snapchat.

I could track her location without being some kind of genius hacker. A little scary if you thought about it, but I wasn't exactly thinking straight.