Revenge – Part 1.3: The Seeds are Planted

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Jessica sighed again.

“It’s just…I may have actually…over-estimated when I talked about him last time. I said it was like this.”

She held her thumb and forefinger apart, from here it looked like she was indicating maybe four or five inches.

“But it’s really more…” she held up her pinky, “Like this.”

The girls were soon laughing their asses off, and I had to try so hard not to join in. “Needle dick” really wasn’t an exaggeration.

They kept talking after they’d calmed down.

“I mean,” said Jessica, “I actually compared it when I was sucking him off. My finger is literally only a tiny bit smaller. I didn’t really get it before, but he’s so small! No wonder it wasn’t any good with him. I checked the internet, it said the average penis size is 7 inches long, with an erection.”

7 inches? That’s way off. She probably got that figure from some random forum.

My sister agreed.

“I wouldn’t say it’s 7 inches,” she said, “I think that’s actually considered big.”

“Well the penis I saw…in the picture…was almost that big completely soft!”

“Wow, that sounds pretty hot. Could you send me a link to it?” said Rose.

Ugh, I thought, creepy. But of course, Rose didn’t know it was my cock she was talking about.

Jessica made a similar sound of disgust, before realising that Rose wouldn’t know why.

“What?” said Rose.

“Oh, nothing, I just…you know, I don’t remember where I saw it, and I didn’t save it or anything.”

“Shame.” said Rose.

Jessica pushed on.

“So I’m just…like, disappointed about this whole thing. I mean… he’s my boyfriend. He’s really hot, and his body’s awesome…but should I really stay with him if I don’t get any pleasure from him? Plus…you know, he’s kind of a douche bag.”

No arguments here.

“I don’t know…” said Rose, “I guess it just depends on how important it is to you. If you really want to stay with him, you can just explain that he isn’t satisfying you. You know, teach him how to go down on you and stuff. There are other ways he can make you feel good.”

“But I thought you said “bigger is always better”, remember?”

“Well, yeah, when it comes to dicks. I mean, nothing beats that feeling of being completely filled up…” she trailed off, probably thinking about her own experiences.

This conversation was making me increasingly uncomfortable.

“But,” she continued, “Like I said, there are other ways. I mean, lesbians don’t even have cocks, but they can still pleasure each other.”

“I guess so…but I just find myself wondering, you know? What would it be like to be really fucked by…like, a…a huge cock.” said Jessica.

She sighed.

There was a lull in the conversation.

“Let’s move to the kitchen, I’m starving.” said Rose.

I panicked, realising I was about to be discovered. I stood up and made my way back to the kitchen, trying to find a balance between speed and stealth.

I managed to get back to my seat, with my laptop open in front of me and headphones on, before they got in. Rose seemed a little surprised to find me sitting there, but didn’t say anything.

Jessica looked almost scared of me for a second. It was so strange to have her look at me like that, with no disdain or hostility. Perhaps she thought I would bring up the bathroom thing, revealing where she’d really seen that cock. But too soon, her usual look of arrogance returned, although it looked a little forced.

I took my headphones off and tried to greet them casually.

“Evening, girls.” I said.

“Hey…I thought you were going to, you know, stay upstairs tonight?” said Rose.

She wanted to continue their conversation. I didn’t mind, I was used to being rejected in favour of Jessica. But I didn’t want this to end with me running away upstairs. I thought quickly.

“I was, but I thought I’d just chill down here for a while. Tell you what, if you go and get my laptop charger from the living room for me, I’ll head upstairs and give you some space.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes, but headed into the hall.

Jessica hadn’t said anything. She just tried to act normally.

“So, what are doing…faggot?” she asked.

She was clearly still nervous, and I smiled.

“Oh nothing, just thinking about our little encounter last week.”

Her eyes widened. I’d gone straight for the elephant in the room.

“God! Shut up!” she hissed, looking behind her at the door.

I stood up and started collecting up my things, ready to head to my room.

“Tell you what, if you feel like talking about it later, in private, I’ll probably be awake most of the night anyway. Feel free to stop by my bedroom any time.” I said.

She opened her mouth to reply, anger obvious on her face.

“Hey!” I said, throwing up my free hand in a neutral gesture, “Just to talk. If you want.”

She closed her mouth, and didn’t say anything. She just nodded a little, and moved aside when I went to leave.

I met my sister in the hall. She handed me my charger with a smile, I gave her a little nod, and we continued on past each other.

When I closed my bedroom door, I released a huge breath. It was so tough acting like I didn’t care about this stuff, like Jessica walking in on me was just a funny little accident, like deep down I didn’t still hate, and kind of fear her.

But I had to prepare. I’d given her an open invitation to my room. As a joke, sure, but I was confident she’d take me up on it tonight.

It sounded like she was really obsessing over my size, the amazed and impressed tone of her voice still clear after a week. But she was also afraid of my sister finding out, it seemed. The way she just moved out of my way…that had never happened before. It was amazing.

One way or another, through either fear or curiosity, she’d end up in my bedroom that night. I knew it.

It was around 2 AM when I heard footsteps in the hallway.

I’d been lying in the dark, listening to music with one ear-bud for about the last hour, waiting for her to arrive. I’d heard them go to bed around midnight. When I heard the footsteps, I shut off my MP3 player and dropped it on the floor.

There was a soft knock at the door.

“Yeah?” I grunted.

The door slowly opened, and it was Jessica. She stepped in and closed the door behind her.

I sat up and turned my lamp on, acting like I’d just been woken up.

She was wearing the same clothes she’d been wearing earlier. She must have gotten dressed again, because she wouldn’t have slept in them. It occurred to me that she’d probably been waiting for Rose to fall asleep before coming over.

I usually wore a t-shirt and sweatpants to bed, but tonight I was just wearing my boxers.

It was weird how nervous she looked. There was barely any hint of her usual bravado.

“What?” I said.

I tried to keep my tone of voice steady, to sound confident.

She avoided my eyes.

“Uh, you said I could come over, if I wanted to talk…” she said.

She was trying to sound confident, too, but there was a little waver in her voice.

“Yeah, I was kidding about that. Get the fuck out.” I said.

She seemed a little taken aback. Then I got the reaction I wanted, her old attitude flaring up in her defence.

“Seriously? You’re kicking a hot girl out of your bedroom? I mean, I’m only here to talk, but when are you ever going to get even that again?” she said.

“Yeah yeah, you’re a huge bitch, I get it. But you are in my bedroom, and it’s two in the fucking morning. You’ve never wanted to talk to me before in your life. What’s this really about?”

“I…I just don’t want you to tell Rose about…what happened…” she said.

“Why not? You walking in on me in the bathroom isn’t that weird, is it? Or maybe you told her something about it already?”

“I…You…” she stuttered.

She paused, unable to think of a good lie or flippant retort. I’d finally won an exchange, made her speechless. It felt good. But it wasn’t nearly enough.

“This is about my cock, isn’t it?” I said.

“What?” she said, surprised.

“Yeah, you caught a glimpse of it and now you want a closer look, right?”

She didn’t say anything.

I waited.

“Well, if you really don’t want anything then I’ll say it again; get the fuck out.” I said.

She didn’t move.

“Jessica? Hello?”

“I want to see it.” she said.

“What?”

“Your…your penis. Show it to me.” she said.

I didn’t like how she’d said that. Like it was a command.

I chuckled.

“No.” I said.

Anger flashed across her face, and she finally met my eye for more than a few seconds.

“Look, it’s not a big deal you little freak, just show it to me and I’ll go.” she said.

I laughed again. I was really beginning to enjoy her hostility, for some strange reason.

“Tell you what. Since it’s ‘not a big deal’…strip.” I said.

Her eyes went wide.

“Yeah, in your dreams you loser.” she said.

I shrugged.

“Well, if you say so. Get out so I can get some sleep.” I said.

Again, she didn’t move.

I pushed a little more.
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