Tuesday 12/11/07 Who: Ophelia and Simon When: evening Where: the treehouse! What: Drinking, talking, and other things. Heh. Rating: Somewhat high.
While Ophelia appreciated the gesture Simon made, offering to share his vodka and juice, but she was worried about someone finding the two of them drinking alcohol. Nonetheless she left her room in one of her baggiest sweater and jeans, heading to the door that lead to the outside. Simon was there waiting for her and she gave him a small smile that lasted a couple of seconds, not having the heart to do it for much longer. It was true, she needed something to cheer her up a hell of a lot. "Hi," she murmured, holding a flashlight up to him to show him she was somewhat prepared for their evening get together. She walked out the door without saying anything, turning on her flashlight to guide the two of them somewhere.
She wished she was better at conversation right now yet her entire body felt numb and whenever she tried to open her mouth to speak, nothing came out. They walked for a little while longer until she caught a shape in the distance. "There's something there." She increased her pace and soon came across a treehouse, of all things. "Oh my gosh!" She climbed the short ladder to the first level, though it wasn't quite tall enough for her to stand to full height. Ophelia sat on the floor and leaned against the wall, placing the flashlight next to her to cast a small amount of light around the place. "Weird, I've never seen this before." Right now she didn't care who had made it, as it was just what she needed - a place where she could forget her troubles about ghosts and friends who left for no reason.
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Simon wasn't as worried as Ophelia about being caught. Truth be told he didn't care if they got caught. He just felt lousy, and he wanted to forget it. And having gone drinking with James, he remembered how alcohol had made him less afraid of talking to Jane. So if anything could make him forget about Cissy, this probably was it. He tossed the juice and alcohol into his backpack and waited at the front door, hoping that Ophelia wouldn't look as sad as she had the past few days. She did. He smiled back, not really feeling it himself. Hopefully they could cheer one another up, instead of depress themselves even more.
Simon saw the treehouse as Ophelia pointed to it, wondering himself when the heck that had sprung up. Nate had only just started on it, hadn't he? Simon imagined it would've taken much longer to construct, but apparently not. It was good that Ophelia had thought to bring a flashlight, because Simon sure hadn't. He followed her up the tree, amazed as to how nicely it had come out. He could barely stand in it, so he sat beside his friend and zipped open his backpack. Simon pulled two cups, a bottle of vodka and some generic fruit punch out. First he poured the juice, then the alcohol, making it a weak mix. No sense in getting them drunk enough to fall out of the tree.
"I think Nate is building it," Simon said conversationally, placing one cup in front of Ophelia and taking a sip from his own. "This is perfect. Like an escape from all the crap going on back there." He would love to just stay up here forever, never go back to all that shit. "So," he said, taking another drink, "how are things? I mean aside from all the hurt and misery?"
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She settled and watched as he took the cups and drinks, starting to mix them together. How did he know what to do? Did he look the recipe up on the internet? Ophelia brushed her hair off her face, accepting a drink and nodding her head in thanks. Thankfully the alcohol in the cup was not so strong so she just winced a little at the first sip. Why did people drink? The stuff tasted somewhat weird and... she stared at the cup in her hands.
Truthfully she did not have an answer to his question and glanced at him. "Yeah, it is," she said. "It's nice to have a room to yourself." Having Kindle as her roommate was fine because she was a nice girl and everything, but she was pretty and made Ophelia think about the troubles she had with her sexuality. Okay, so she still had trouble and really shouldn't be thinking about this. How were things? "I don't know what to do anymore. I don't have the heart to think about making a sword for a while."
She downed the rest of the cup and held it out to him for more. "How about you? The only thing saving my sanity is Fisher... I think I need a woman." Ophelia twirled a curl of hair around her finger and sighed.
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Having a room to himself would have been nice. Maybe Simon wouldn't feel so bad being in the room all the time, then, wouldn't worry about getting on Vinnie's nerves. But then again it would be easier for both of them to get lost in their own heads, just stay in their rooms and never come out and be lonely and unhappy forever. Having a roommate meant the door would have to open every once in awhile.
Simon was suprised that Ophelia drank down her drink so quickly. He hadn't made it very strong, true, but still. He did pour her more, though, just the juice and the vodka. It wasn't as though there was some science to it, at least he hoped not. It seemed simple enough. But maybe he was making it wrong, and there really was some recipe for it. Well, as long as it got the job done.
He had to scoff when she claimed she 'needed a woman'. "I can't even imagine how a woman could make any life easier," he said bitterly. He looked up at her and smiled apologetically. "Sorry," he said, realizing that she was in fact a woman. "It's just... girls have been at the roots of our troubles, haven't they? I don't know if another would one offer any solutions. Distractions, maybe... but no solutions." Jane was a nice distraction, but as far as solving anything... she would probably only complicate them more. "So, um.... was wondering..." Simon drank down a lot more of his juice, filling himself with liquid courage. "Can I ask you about... you know... being gay? If not that's okay, I understand if you don't want to talk about it. I've just... I never met any before coming here, and I'm kind of curious about it, but I don't think I could ask James or Fisher about it. I'm more comfortable with you, so... but if you don't want to talk about it, I understand." Stopping himself from babbling them both to death, Simon took another drink.
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She was grateful for the drink but paused before taking a sip. Ophelia was the type of person who'd find it easy to sit in her room and avoid people for the rest of the life. Having a couple of friends who got her out and talking helped tremendously and part of her still was unable to grasp that she had friends who cared about her again. Finally she sipped a couple of times, letting the fruit punch flavor sit on her tongue and tried to ignore the vodka. It turned out to be easier than she thought now she had drunk an amount of the stuff already.
"You're right," she said and sighed. "Girls have been causing us all kinds of trouble. I'm glad I'm hanging out with you." She felt so adult, hanging out with a friend, drinking and talking like she saw in a tv show. Ophelia's cheeks warmed as Simon asked about her being gay because she hadn't had to talk about it before (also, her parents didn't know). "There isn't really anything to say. It's just the same kind of attraction only to women. With boys, I just feel... kind of dull." She had a gulp of alcohol. "It feels natural. I don't know how else to describe it."
Ophelia pressed her fingernails into her palm. "Either boy or girl, people will just leave and be fickle in the end. It's easier to focus on school and not talk to anyone. That's what I did at home. I think it worked well." A couple of tears dripped down her cheeks.
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Simon shared Ophelia's gratefulness that they were friends. It was kind of comforting to have a friend that was never going to be attracted to you, so you never had to worry about relationship drama with them. This did seem very grown up, or at least very movie like. Of course to make this a true movie, Ophelia and Simon would have to realize they were meant for each other and kiss before the end of the night. That seemed very unlikely.
He couldn't imagine being attracted to the opposite sex could feel normal, but then again what did he know? There was a lot of stuff that he didn't understand, and this was probably just another one of those things. He couldn't imagine kissing another guy, though. That was just totally unappealing. So, maybe, he did understand a little. Both he and Ophelia felt nothing toward men. He smiled a little, because that sounded so silly. Maybe they could go "cruise for chicks" together someday. Then they would really be like in a movie!
Normally, Simon would assure Ophelia that not all people would leave her, and that closing herself off to everyone would only hurt her more. But tonight... no. He pretty much agreeed with her. He knew it was wrong, but after all the crap they'd been through... how could he argue? "I know how you feel," he said at last. "I don't think I ever want to bother again. Which is awful, because I've met this really nice woman, and she's... well she's fun and sweet and everything, but... it's hard. It's hard not to think about Cissy and that it'll probably just end up the same way." Simon scooted closer to Ophelia, nudging her with his shoulder. "I have an idea. Let's be lonely together. We'll just shut ourselves off from the rest of the world, only not from each other. And little by little we can force one another out of this slump. And until then, we can sit in this treehouse and drink and be miserable."
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She knew for certain that she was not going to be attracted to him any time soon and it was good that he felt comfortable around her. It was amazing how quickly she relaxed in his company despite the previous circumstances. His quiet demeanor was really nice. Ophelia still had to get used to her coming out to her two friends, but doing so to everyone was a different story. The very idea sent a chill down to her bones.
It was so good to hear someone agreed with her and she looked at him, running a hand through her messy red hair. Simon was lucky to find another woman because Ophelia had no idea who liked women in the school. She probably should not think about this. "Oh," she murmured. "That bites. Maybe it just takes a lot of time. Like, a really long time to get over her and then the other person has to be understanding."
Ophelia had to smile slightly at Simon's suggestion. "Sounds good. Let's have a toast to that. I think I'm starting to like this stuff." She clinked their glasses together and downed the rest of her drink, blinking as she adjusted to the strength of the alcohol. "My head... I feel a little..." She giggled and held out her glass for more. "Please, Si? Has anyone called you that before?"
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Time was that one thing that everyone told you you needed and it never seemed to pass fast enough when it counted. Sure, in time Simon knew he would get over Cissy, and in time Ophelia would smile again. But hell of a lot of good it was doing either one of them now, when time was passing at a crawl. "I don't know," he confessed. "I don't know if I'll ever stop loving her. But hey, I'm trying. And you gotta start somewhere I guess."
Ophelia was getting pretty tipsy, and Simon wasn't yet. He drank down the rest of his juice (bleck) and poured them both more. "You need to slow down," he teased her. "No falling out of the treehouse." He clicked his glass with hers, taking a long, slow drink. It burned something awful but it was definitely making him feel better. When he lowered his glass, Ophelia was already asking for more. He knew he should be cutting her off, but... well right now who gave a crap? Maybe they'd just sleep up here. He mixed it a little weaker than before, though. "Nobody calls me nicknames," he told her. "Everyone's always called me Simon. Except teachers, who called me 'Mr. Curtis'. And Jane called me Firebug. But I like Si, it's... kind of badass." Giggling, he finished off the rest of his glass.
"So... I hafta ask," he said suddenly, his words tumbling over one another and his southern drawl very distinct, "because y'know this right here is so movie-like. You never kisst a boy b'fore?" He was looking at Ophelia as though either she was not quite in focus or he couldn't figure her out. "Ah mean... ah haven't either, but...." He broke into giggles. "You never bin curious?" ---
They needed to make the time pass as quickly as possible although she didn't know how. If Simon tried to get over his girlfriend, then she had to give it her all. "Yes! Starting somewhere is good!" Ophelia exclaimed, raising her cup to the sky for emphasis. "Because then you take a step from miserableness." Walking away from depression was good and she mulled over what she could do with slight frown on her face.
No falling out of the treehouse, right. "K." She placed her glass on the floor after he refilled hers and they toasted, though she was unable to resist taking a sip. And then a gulp and another one... She coughed as some liquid went down the wrong tube, then listening to him speak. The thought of no one calling him that specific nickname was nice, as if they had something special together in their friendship. "I think you really need a badass name because then you can be like, 'I don't take shit from you, lady!' And then you put some gel in your hair and get tattered jeans and look like you're better than everyone else." Ophelia smiled. "I want that kinda confidence."
She started to laugh when she heard the question. It was movie-like and funny, but she didn't care. "I haven't done anything! I'm on negative kajillion base!" Had she wondered what it would be like to kiss a boy? "I think it'd be, like, really wet. Slimy. I wanna know how it feels though... kissing and getting off and touching a boob.." She stopped there as her cheeks felt warm and before she embarrassed herself any further. Maybe Simon knew about the first and latter things, although she wasn't sure she should ask.
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They were both getting drunk and it was reeeeaaallly funny. Even though Ophelia was supposed to be slowing down, Simon topped off her cup when she placed it down. Seeing Ophelia drunk was really, really silly. For instance, her idea of what a "badass" version of Simon would be like was so ridiculous he just stared at her as she explained it to him, giggling. "Ah would look completely stupid like that," he told her. "Ah don't have the confidence fer one, and two ahm not better'n anyone else. So ah dunno what that looks like." Actually, he knew exactly what that looked like- James. James was cool and confident and smooth as ice, and a part of Simon was jealous of that. But James also scared the crap out of him, and Simon never wanted anyone to be scared of him.
Simon laughed right along with Ophelia, because it was such a silly topic. And they were hammered. "Kissin' a boy would be like kissin' a girl, ah think," he pondered aloud. "It's not bad. Wull, it's kinda wet at first, until you get used to it." He blushed too, when Ophelia mentioned touching boobs and getting off. He had done both those things, and felt pleased with himself that maybe he could share his knowledge with someone. But maybe she didn't want to hear it from a guy. That might ruin it. Still, how much different could it be, if they were both looking from the same perspective? "Boobs're soft," he said shyly, his voice lost mostly into his cup as he took another drink. "It's all pretty new to me, so ahm still overwhelmed by it mostly. But ah done some things, it was... really nice." He glanced at Ophelia, as though giving her the invitation to ask if she wanted to.
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If Simon filled her drink again, she would keep downing it - not the smartest thing to do, but she was being social. Ophelia laughed again and stood on her knees in front of him to start to illustrate her point. "No, no, you won't! I swear you'd look good 'cause you're kinda cute for a boy." She was sure that other girls thought of him as such, not that she was any good about staying in the loop about these things. "But, like, you just need sunglasses... and some confidence to be badass... you can do it!" She liked being a cheerleader for him, she realized, and grinned at him.
She might never have the opportunity to ask someone about things of a sexual nature in a relaxed way and being intoxicated gave her the boost she needed. "There's all this saliva... how do you get past that? And then you have to worry about dry lips." She wasn't surprised that Simon had experience because he was nice. Oh, she imagined boobs were soft and wondered if she'd find someone who wouldn't mind her touching theirs. "So have you felt... down there?" Her eyes were large with curiosity, focusing on him. "What's it like?" Besides the obvious, but it had to be nice. Embarrassment seemed to have passed her mind by, even though her stomach felt awfully fluttery and warm.
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"Kinda cute fer a boy?" he repeated, laughing. "That's a backhanded compliment if ah ever heard one!" He had been told he was cute before, though, and he knew Ophelia didn't think boys attractive at all, so really it was a very nice thing to say. "Okay, sunglasses ah can agree with. But gel in hayr? Ah'd go crazy. Maybe I kin do something with it, though..." He held up a strand to look at, contemplating. "Maybe I kin color it. Make it, like, blue or somethin'. That'd be kinda tough, right?" He loved seeing Zevira walk down the hallway with her beautiful pink hair.
How could he explain kissing? It had always just sort of happened, he'd never thought to dissect it. Putting his cup on the floor beside him, he got onto his knees to be eye to eye with her. "It's like... wull you don't really notice," he explained, his hands animated. "You kinda lick your lips a little before you do it, an' ah always swallow all the spit in my mouth so ah don't like, leak into her mouth, y'know?" See, these were practical tips! he felt very informative. And being drunk, he felt less embarassed. Because it wasn't like he was talking about this with his guy friends, or with some girl he had a huge crush on. It was Ophelia. She was kind and patient and apparently curious.
He did blush a little, though, as he tried to think of how to phrase this politely. "Yeah, ah've felt it," he said. "Actually, ah... done a lot more than feel it." He looked away a bit, blushing more. "Tastes nice," he murmured. "Wet. Complicated, though. It's like... ah dunno how to describe it..." He couldn't exactly make a visual with his hands. "You have to sorta just explore, since they're all different, ah think." He smiled up at Ophelia, pleased with himself. Hey, he knew things!
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Ophelia glanced down, somewhat flustered by the fact that she had given a boy a compliment in her drunken state. Boys didn't like to be called cute, though, because it was not unmanly. "Um, I'm sure someone will tell you you're handsome or something." Was that right? "But yeah I guess gel is annoying." She wondered what Simon could do with his hair and he answered her question within the next minute. Blue hair! "Oh yes! Blue is great. Very tough and rebelling." She grinned. "D'you think I should have green hair too? So we can be all tough together?" That thought was nice because... "I'm your friend and we'll do stuff together."
When one was as hesitant as Ophelia, kissing never 'just sort of happened.' She stared at him and listened to his every word, thinking how helpful it was to have tips she'd be able to use in the future. (Maybe.) "Okay." That seemed simple enough, removing all the saliva beforehand. "Sounds not as icky. Thanks." With that, she gulped down the rest of her drink and was even more curious as he began to talk about that very special place.
He did more than feel it? "Oh!" Ophelia laughed before she could help it and stopped so as not to embarrass him more. "Sorry." This talk made her tingle and feel warm... This was all important! That part being complicated made sense because it took a while for her to finish, so to speak. "Right. Wow. Okay, thanks!" She was such a dork. "But I can't really try things out on someone like that because it's so serious, you know? And I can't go up to some girl and say you're really pretty, I want to try to eat you out or kiss you. Isn't a first kiss supposed to be special? Or maybe I'm thinking too much about it." Her voice trembled and she was almost going to freak out if she wasn't careful.
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Yes indeed, Simon considered them friends. And he loved the idea of the two of them having fun colored hair. "Ah think we would look very fierce, with blue an' green hair. Walking down the hallways. We can get leather jackets!" The brought about a fresh burst of giggles. He could just see the two of them trying to act tough when there were probably not two more submissive people in the entire state. "Ah'm gonna do it," he declared. "Color my hair blue. Doin' it this week. Will you help me?" Ophelia was a girl, so therefore she should probably know more about dying hair than he would.
Simon finished his drink off as well, feeling both proud of himself and self conscious. Ophelia was taking in every word he said, and he really hoped he wasn't giving her bad advice. She was being very open about discussing it, not something Simon was used to. They hadn't even had Sex Ed in his high school. He blushed deeply. "Wull.... yeah, your first kiss should be kinda special. Or maybe it shouldn't, an' people just put too much importance on it. It's not like it's the only kiss you ever get, right? And besides, you always break up with the first person you kiss anyway." Maybe making it a big deal was just setting yourself up for disappointment.
"Ah think that if you just... do whatever you like... y'know, down there... it'll probably be okay. You're a girl, right? So you probably know more than ah do what girls like. First time ah tried it, ah had no idea what ah was doin! But she came, so ah guess ah was doin' somethin' right." He grinned, pleased with himself. "Was a lot of fun, actually. Maybe you could, like, find a friend with benefits. Ah dunno how you'd find someone like that, but... maybe that's easier. Find someone to mess around with so when you do find someone, it's not so hard." Maybe you would miss out on those huge memories of your very first, but then again if your first kiss with someone you liked was a complete disaster then those memories were probably worth ruining. "If ah was a girl, Ophelia, ah'd let you touch my girl stuff." He grinned, then started laughing again.
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Now that he suggested it, it appealed more and more to the drunken Ophelia. She grinned and became more excited as he suggested walking down the hallways with leather jackets and dyed hair. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "That would be so cool!" Coloring someone's hair was a new experience for her and yet she wanted it to seem like she knew what she was doing. Her tipsy brain wouldn't let her act cool. "Yes, I will! Only I never did it before but I'll try my best cause I'll look at the instructions careeefully. My mom dyed her hair once so I know kinda what to do." She hoped that would instill some confidence in him because she wanted to be the best friend possible for him - darn, she really was a sap.
"I guess I want it to be special." Right? How could she find anyone? "I don't know. I hope I can get just one... don't know about the others." Simon was sweet, being kind to her like this... and she hoped she didn't break up with the first person she kissed. Who knew what would happen in the future. "I guess I won't get my hopes up." It was the best plan, judging from Simon's advice. As for what to do down there... yeah, he was right. She would just go on what she might like and hoped the other girl did too.
Ophelia slung her arms around Simon's neck and gave him a hug. "You're the best," she said and sat next to him. "Good job, getting her off first time. You must have a skilled tongue. Crap, I can't believe I said that." She burst into embarrassed laughter and buried her head in her hands for a few moments. Friends with benefits would be amazing, but she had no idea who was out there. "Wow, I'd love friends with benefits. I dunno who's out there. I have to ask Fisher. If he even knows."
Ophelia glanced at Simon when he said the last part and giggled. "How sweet! Thanks. I bet you'd have really nice girl parts too." She reached out and pulled out his shirt just enough to look like he had a larger chest. "You would have larger boobs than me. I have like nothing."
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Simon trusted Ophelia with his hair. It was only hair after all, and even if she messed it up, he could just claim it looked "punk". You couldn't really mess up punk. And that would add to his badass attitude, too. If someone made a crack about his hair, he'd tell them to shut up. Or at least he'd try.
Simon caught Ophelia as she hugged him, sloshing his drink a little. He didn't want her falling over or anything. He smiled at her. "Ah dunno about the best," he said, bashful. What came out of her mouth next, though, took all the skin tone out of his face and replaced it with bright pink flush. "Thanks," he said, shying away. He laughed right along with her, both embarassed as hell and very entertained. Ophelia was quickly becoming one of his favorite people.
Simon had never considered himself as a girl, because it was a strange thing to consider. He imagined, though, that he would look about the same, just a little more feminine. "Ah dunno if my boobs'd be that big," he said, looking at the generous endowment Ophelia had given him. "Ah bet ah'd be flat chested. Ah'm skinny. Everything about me's skinny. Even my-" He stopped himself, giving Ophelia a half smile. "All of me."
Cupping his hand, he held it in front of Ophelia's left breast, about three inches from her. "No, see, they're fine," he assured her, not even trying not to stare at her chest. "Look, fits in my hand just right. All you need." His hands were fairly big, since his fingers were so long, but her boobs would have fit within the palm. There was heat radiating from his hand. He couldn't help it- his fingers were inches away from boobs, and both of them were attracted to girls. Unfortunately, only one of them was a girl. And Simon was seventeen, which meant his libido was always on the ready.
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Having a punk look, bad or not, might be beneficial to his image and Ophelia was certain she would be able to dye his hair correctly. His fire creation capability was a fine ingredient for gathering some respect for him, though she doubted he wanted to be a bully. If nothing else, they could be punks and then no one dared to stand in their way.
She ruffled his hair and laughed because he was just too adorable; claiming him as her life-sized teddy bear was the only option she had, no doubt about that. "It must be very agile and things too because that's what you need to please a woman and oh... how do I make my tongue better? Get weights? Do tongue exercises?" Her hands fell to his shoulders as she met his eyes with a serious look. "I don't even know if I can craft that tiny weights!" The words that just came out of her mouth were so ridiculous and she started to laugh again. "I have to do tongue curl ups!" She didn't know what the proper name for the exercise was and she stuck out her tongue, curling it upwards as a demonstration.
Oh, Simon was being too negative. "'Course you would. The way I see it, if lots of things on your body are skinny then you gotta have one big thing. I think it'd be your chest." She giggled. "Maybe you're lean and not just skinny. I hear the het girls say they like lean... toned... you could be hiding out on them."
Although her cheeks were red, she appreciated the gesture. One problem. Ophelia slipped off her baggy sweater to reveal that the bulky item of clothing made objects appear larger than they actually were. "Small now. And my hair is a mess. I'd never be like those hot girls on the posters!" She was going to cry if she was not careful and the first idea that came into her mind was to wrap her arms around his waist and rest her head against his shoulder.
---- He didn't know how one might go about exercising their tongue, but maybe it was a good idea. Tongue-ups. "Ah dunno if weights might work," he giggled. "Ah bet they's taste awful, havin' to hold somethin' on yer tongue." he stuck his tongue out as well, curling it. He could almost touch his nose with it. "Enthusiasm," he said, his pink tongure retreating back into his mouth. "That's all ya need. If yer havin' a good time, and you wanna maker her come, ah think that's all ya need." He giggled again. "Ah sound like such a hick," he said. "Sorry. Mah accent gets pretty bad when ahm drunk." And ho boy was he drunk.
Not everyone had something big about them. "Mah height," he told her. "Ahm tall. An' if ah was a gurl, ah'd just be tall. With tiny boobs." As far as being a boy, though, he knew he was doing alright. He didn't look emaciated like Fisher did sometimes. "Het gurls?" he asked. "Never heard 'em called that before. Must be a gay lingo thing." He giggled again. Gay lingo.
Despite her sweater adding bulk, she still had a decent set on her and Simon would have loved to tell her that, but he didn't know how she'd take it. But he wasn't going to sit there and let her badmouth herself either. "Listen you," he said, looking down at her on his shoulder. "Yer hair is beautiful and coppery and it kinda makes me wanna git mah hands all tangled up innit. An' yer boobs are soft lookin' an' round an' look damn good on ya. An' you could definitely be a poster gurl in yer underwear, lookin' all sultry an' naked an' stuff." The words fell like a waterfall from his mouth, spilling out into the air before Simon even knew what he was saying. Maybe it was true, that alcohol was a truth serum. Of course, now he was worried that Ophelia would take all of that the wrong way and get weirded out and leave.
"Sorry," he said softly, sobering a little. "Ah didn't mean to sound so... weird."
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She was sure there had to be exercises because there were all kinds of silly exercises in the world. Tongue strengthening made as much sense as anything. Metal weights probably tasted disgusting and she formed an idea right at that moment. "If only there was a way to cover them with enough chocolate to last long enough for you to finish the exercises. It's a genius idea!" No, it wasn't, but her drunkeness meant she had a little more confidence than usual. "It's okay. I like your accent." Simon had nothing to worry about because he was sweet and already earned himself a place in her heart.
Oh. He had a point; he was a tall guy. Ophelia bit her lip because he had her there. "But... maybe you can be tall and...Aw, damn it. I got nothing." She frowned and then warmed with embarrassment as she realized 'het girls' was a stupid phrase to say. "I think of better things when I'm not so drunkified. Better gay lingo." Lingo was a weird word and she just had not realized that until now.
Simon spoke and Ophelia felt fluttery. Darn him for being so sweet! She almost wished she was able to erase all the hurt and pain from him as he told her more nice things than she deserved. These kinds of compliments were what she wanted to hear from a girl but she supposed she couldn't be picky... especially when he smelled good. "Oh..." Her face felt so warm it surely was as red as her hair and she became curious. "Thanks. But um, how can you be so nice? I don't know how." One of her hands grasped his fingers. "I want to see how it feels. If you touch me 'cause I've never.. you know."
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"Chocolate's good... or maybe jus' make 'em out of somethin' that dont' taste bad. Like... ah dunno, maybe whatever they make flavored condoms outta." Latex, wasn't it? That'd be too flimsy. Well, it was only a pipe dream. You probably didn't even need to exercise your tongue, since it was the strongest muscle in your body. "Or maybe jus' talkin' makes it stronger. So you jus' gotta talk a lot. Or kiss a lot, maybe."
Simon liked her 'gay lingo'. It was cute. "Nah, ah like that you gay gurls have somethin' to call us straight folks. Hets. Ahm gonna start sayin' that now." That was, of course, if he could remember it in the morning.
He felt like a fool, and when Ophelia uttered her meek little 'Oh', Simon's heart fell into his stomach. Surely he'd messed up something awful, and she was gonna hate him for the rest of her life. But she wasn't moving off his shoulder, and in fact she was saying how nice he was. "Ah was jus' bein' honest," he told her quietly. Well at least she didn't hate him, but he expected the evening to get a little quieter, or possibly awkward. He did not, nowever, expect Ophelia to say that. He looked down at her hand grasping his, words stuck in his throat. Simon swallowed hard, trying to make his brain say anything other than 'Kiss her kiss her kiss her'.
"Wull..." he managed to say at last, shifting a little so he could see her eyes, "Ah mean... ah can if you want...." His body temperature rose a little, his heart pounding hard. He could feel the weight of her body against him, and he was trying not to focus on how her boob was pressed against his ribs. He swallowed again. Moving slowly, Simon touched the side of Ophelia's face, tilting her chin up toward him. He leaned in slowly, closing his eyes, pressing his lips against hers, barely touching. His internal temperature climbed.
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Either way was good. She had no idea how they made flavored protection and thinking about it embarrassed her without much effort. "Maybe. I don't know. I hope it's good already." If talking a lot and such made her more able, that was what she needed to do. "Yeah." She agreed with him and nodded once to make sure he knew for sure. Oh gosh, the fact that he might start to call people hets was flustering her and she gave a nervous laugh.
The laugh faded quickly as the air became thick with tension appearing that she hadn't realized was there. He was being honest and she didn't know what to think of that, but hell if it wasn't nice. Her eyes remained on him, heart hammering hard, and had no idea what to do with her hands. Why didn't she know what to do with her hands? It had to be a natural instinct... He touched her chin and leaned toward her, before their lips touched. She should want to stop but something inside her wouldn't let her, the same desire that made her close her eyes and hold his waist gently.
She might have said 'Wow' - her mouth was occupied, though, and Ophelia moved just enough to increase the pressure incrementally. Pulling away for a couple of moments, she closed her eyes and thought that maybe if she concentrated, he'd be... that was not fair to him. Ophelia worried about everything when she was sober and now, instead, she kissed Simon again properly. No wet kisses for him to worry about. This was very good. She could get used to this if she could only find the right girl - which she was going to - although she had an odd curiosity to see how male parts worked. Ophelia's fingers trailed down his jawline, inching down to touch his collarbone.
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Simon's heart was thumping hard in his chest. He deepened the kiss, pushing her backward until she was lying on the floor. His body was longer than hers, covering her easily. Simon's mouth never left Ophelia's, his hands running down her stomach. Each of his knees was on either side of her. Hesitating, slowly, his fingertips slid underneath the hem of her shirt, her skin cool compared to his own. What was he doing? This was not a good idea, and he knew it. She was drunk and couldn't decide things like this, and since he was the boy it was up to him to stop this.
But her mouth was so soft, and she smelled fantastic and her hair was so beautiful and bright. He ran his fingers through it, moaning against her mouth. It had been her idea, after all. And the minute she seemed unsure he'd stop, move away, wouldn't need telling twice. With more assurance, Simon pulled up Ophelia's shirt, exposing her tummy. His mouth moved off hers, kissing a trail across her skin, over her belly button, up to her chest. His fingertips pushed aside the light blue fabric of her bra, exposing her pert pink nipple. He covered it with his mouth, tongue swirling over the tip. It grew hard in his mouth, and he held it gently between his teeth, a low moan vibrating in the back of his throat.
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Before she knew it, she felt her back touch the floor and his mouth on hers - and then he moved her shirt, lips trailing over her skin. Stopping was the last thought in her mind because it was good, but tingles shot through her body like crazy when he touched her nipple. A mouth was a mouth, her brain figured, and that was why she liked itl The dull ache of need was about to drive her to distraction if it lasted much longer and she ran her fingers through his hair.
"It's... nice," she breathed. "Getting really hard not to imagine you as a girl..." Going further like this was not good, but she needed one favor off of him. Just one so she wouldn't be the same closeted Ophelia. Maybe if she just knew what it was like, she wouldn't be so depressed. She guided his hand down underneath her trousers, just to touch her down there once. His hand met the mark and she shifted upwards to make it easier for him - if he moved his fingers right there, it would feel good...
And then she heard a strange sound, a light warbling voice coming from some direction in the forest. Most of her lust fell sharply as she tried to listen what it was saying... no, singing. "Oh, the Grand old Duke of York/he had ten thousand demons/he marched them up to the top of the hill/and murdered all their kin!" The singer was a man and not a very good rhymer. Ophelia grabbed Simon's arms, suddenly very afraid. Who sang about demons? Was he a demon and somewhat homocidal or what? "Oh god," she whispered, mostly to herself.
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Simon laughed a little as Ophelia ran her hands through his hair, telling him honestly that she was almost imagining him as a girl. He wasn't offended by it- she liked girls, and no doubt she wished that her first encounter like this could have been with one. He let her move his hand down her body, all the muscles in Simon's body tensing. With shaking fingers he managed to slip open the button of her pants, giving his hand more room to maneuver. Her hair was soft (and red as the stuff on her head, no doubt), and Simon's palm moved over it slowly, almost teasingly, until he cupped his hand over her sex. She was already warm and wet. Simon moaned softly, his mouth still on her breast. Massaging her gently, the heel of his hand kneaded against her most sensitive spot while one of his long fingers slipped easily inside her. Her hips lifted, and he could feel Ophelia's internal muscles tense around him.
Simon hadn't heard the singing, as he was a little preoccupied, so when Ophelia grabbed his arms and uttered 'Oh god', he assumed it was just because she was enjoying herself. But it struck him that her cry didn't sound exactly pleasureful, so he stopped and looked up at her, noticing the worried look on her face. Immediately he withdrew both his hand and his mouth, assuming he had done something wrong. Sitting back on his heels, he watched Ophelia carefully, though she wasn't looking at him. She was looking out toward the forest. And that's when he finally heard it too. Singing. Weird singing.
"What...?" he whispered, ducking low so whoever it was out there wouldn't see him through the treehouse windows.
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Simon stopping was a terrible shame for her and she would have wanted him to continue in her intoxicated state should they not have been interrupted. His - her, she imagined - fingers were very nice stroking and caressing, making her happy for a few moments. Ophelia hoped she was able to remember this good feeling tomorrow and if nothing else, what a nice person he was. Actually, her only thought revolved on his fingers and more of his fingers, but that was besides the point.
When she realized the voice of that singer someone sounded closer by the moment, she pulled down her shirt and then gripped Simon's waist. The person didn't notice (maybe he was drunk too) and within a couple of minutes, the voice faded into the distance. A sigh of relief escaped her and she sat up, looking at Simon. "Maybe I should go back to my room.. and sleep.. or look at lesbian sex online and then sleep." She happened to still be aroused and tingling so she doubted that was going to go away any time soon.
Ophelia managed to find the ladder that led to the ground and not fall off of it, now finding to be walking more difficult than she thought. Oh dear. She grabbed Simon's arm when he was next to her to steady herself. "Is walking always really hard when you're drunk?" she asked. "Didn't think walking would be really hard... I feel so dizzy."
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He felt like a jerk. There was no two ways about it. Ophelia was drunk and he was taking advantage of her and his mother would've been so ashamed. He was so ashamed. The feeling paused a minute as they waited for the mysterious singer to pass, but once he was gone it came back full force. He couldn't even look her in the eye, just nodded in agreement that she should go to bed. They both needed to get to bed, before they hurt themselves. He climbed down after her, trying to keep himself steady while at the same time looking down to see if Ophelia was getting down alright. Luckily they both made it without injury. He offered his arm just as she grabbed it, feeling it was the least he could do. "You drank a lot," he told her, holding her upright as best he could. She was a lightweight, apparently. "A lot of people have a hard time walking. It's okay. I won't let you fall."
Simon managed to navigate them back to the school, keeping watch for Charlie or Calvin. It would have been a really, really bad thing if they'd been caught stumbling back into the school past curfew with a backpack full of alcohol. He escorted Ophelia to her room, not letting her go until she was safely inside. And then he walked back to his room, feeling lousy. Hopefully Ophelia wouldn't hate him forever over this. He'd acted like such a jerk.