Free Jaded (WTF? Series Book 1) by Andrea Smith Page B

hiss loudly. “That fuckin’ hurts!”
    “Give me a minute here. I’ll get you lubed up.”
    “Aren’t you supposed to do that first? ” I ask angrily, pushing his arm from me so that his hand leaves my crotch.
    “Dammit, September, how are either one of us going to learn if we don’t experiment, huh?”
    “Don’t you watch porn like most dudes?”
    And that pisses him off.
    “Fuck it,” he growls, sitting up and scooting back to his own seat. “What the hell are you saving it for?”
    And then I’m pissed.
    I find my tee shirt, and pull it on over my head. Maybe now is a good time to tell him about my summer plans.
    I wait until we’re back on the road, heading to my house and then I tell him about going away for the summer, to help Jesse with Scout.
    “What the hell? You’re going to Arkansas for the summer? You can’t seriously want to spend the summer babysitting?”
    “Why not? I’m saving for a car,” I remind him. He’s seventeen the same as me, but he already has his own car and I want one. I’m hardly ever allowed to go anywhere with him anyway. If I have my own car, I’ll have more freedom.
    “It just blows thinking of spending the summer without you and all.”
    “You have a summer job,” I point out, “So it’s not like we’d be able to spend all that much time together, right?”
    “Yeah, I guess,” he sighs. “Just thought this might be the summer where we . . . uh, you know sealed our deal.”
    Oh, please.
    “I dream of my first time being with someone . . . experienced. I don’t want it to be a bumbling mess . . . I want it hot,” I say, knowing exactly what those words will do to his ego, but I don’t give a shit.
    “Oh yeah? Well plenty of other girls might like the chance of getting their experience with me, did you ever consider that?”
    I shrug. “Whatever, Todd. You know where I stand.”
    “Yeah, sounds as if you’ve decided on a couple of things,” he says, disappointment lacing his voice.
    “Pretty much.”
    “Then why tell me at all?”
    “Don’t be like that. We’ve still got a couple of weeks and it’s just for the summer. Maybe some breathing room is good at our age.”
    But he doesn’t buy it.
    At all.
    He pulls into our gravel drive now, and stops by the walkway to the house.
    “Something you trying to tell me?” he asks.
    “No.”
    Maybe.
    “Look September, you do what you want. You always do anyways. I’ll see you tomorrow at school.”
    “Thanks for the ride,” I reply, getting my backpack and exiting his car. He peels off, throwing some gravel along the way.
    Gram is peeling apples in the kitchen when I come in. “Sounds like Todd left mad. What’s that about?”
    Did I mention I have no privacy?
    “Aww, he doesn’t like the idea of me going to Arkansas for the summer.”
    I see her breathe a sigh of relief, because up until this point, I haven’t made my decision.
    No, that’s a lie.
    Up until this point I simply haven’t informed my grandparents that I was going. There was never a doubt in my mind that I’d go.
    “So, you’ve decided then?”
    “I don’t see how I could refuse. Good money and spending time with my little sister. It doesn’t get any better than that,” I reply, grabbing an apple from the counter, and taking a bite of it.
    “I’ll give Jesse a call after supper,” she replies.
     
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    Later, in the only place I have privacy—my room, I pull my egg-shaped vibrator out of its hiding place. I’m lying naked beneath my sheets; the overhead ceiling fan is circulating a soft breeze as I think about how I want my first time to be totally hot.
    I squeeze my thighs together just thinking about how good it might feel losing my cherry to someone who’s been around the block a few times—not my boyfriend who just had his braces removed a month ago.
    I gaze at the open locket on my bedside table. The picture I put inside wasn’t one of Todd. It’s a snapshot I found in