Chapter 12: Uncomfortable Situations

Uncomfortable Situations

“So, do you?” He asked me. His deep voice was filled with curiosity, nothing more.

“Do I what?” I replied, knowing what he was asking me, but not really wanting to answer.

“Masturbate? Do anything?”

“Umm…” I trailed off, wondering what to tell him. The words “I” and “masturbate” had never before left my mouth in the same sentence.

“Here.” I began, trying to change the subject. “Have you ever heard of cybering?”

“No…that doesn’t answer my question. Be honest with me.”

“Yes.” I mumbled, then continued quickly. “Cybering? You’ve never heard of it? Its umm, its like sex, but cyber. Like in a chat.”

“Was that a hint?” He asked me.

“Only if you want to. I’ve never really gotten anything out of it, but I’ve done it plenty of times.”

“Oh, really?” He asked me. He sounded…jealous, almost.

“Yeah, I’ve been doing it a while.” I admitted.

“What did you…cyber…” He tried out the new word in his vocabulary as if it was filled with venom, “With every little fucker that asked you to?”

“Wow, possessive.” I commented. “No, but I did with quite a few. I’d get bored. It wasn’t…it wasn’t about the sex for me. If that makes sense. What they said or ‘did’, that didn’t excite me. I found the entire act amusing, and a good chance to work on my descriptions.”

“I see.” He said gruffly, his voice drifting out of the familiar tone and into the foreign one he used when talking to others. “How many?”

“Shit!” I complained. “I don’t know, how many people have you had sex with?”

“Six.” He said.

“Well, here, let me count. There was Bob, Ty, Ant, Tom, Bren, K, and a few random strangers on Yahoo! When I was thirteen or fourteen.”

“And when did the last one happen?”

“It will be two years this coming June. When’s the last time you had sex?”

“So you kept track.” He grumbled, then answered my question. “I can’t remember. Its been a few years. Since before Tina.”

“No, I just remember the last one because it happened on the summer solstice.” He was angry with me, I could tell. “First of all, it all happened before I knew you. Secondly, you shouldn’t be so damn possessive, I’m still a virgin. You’ve been having sex since you were thirteen.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll stop caring.”

“No, you won’t. Just stop being angry at me for something that happened before you were around.”

“So how does this…cybering…” The word still had a bit of venom in it. “Work?”

“You know how we play around with the asterisks? Just like that.”

A moment to explain. Cybering, or “playing around with the asterisks” is something that may be unfamiliar to non internet users. An example conversation:

Girl: Hey sexy *kisses him on the cheek*
Boy: Hey, beautiful *pulls her close to him and rubs his cheek against her before descending on her mouth*
Girl: *bites his lip* Did I say you could do that?”
Boy: *pulls her closer to him and holds her hands behind her back, kissing her again* Nope.


“So…” Roger continued, losing the angry tone in his voice, “I’m still not sure. Like this?” I heard him typing in the background, and seconds later, a message window popped up onto my computer.

Roger says: *sneaks up behind her, wrapping his left arm around her, and uses his right hand to brush away her hand and kiss her neck, then turn her head and kiss her full on the lips* Mine!

“All yours.” I laughed, and typed in the words ‘Yup, just like that.’

“And you respond, or is it a one person things?” He asked me when he realized I wasn’t typing. I sighed, and turned to my computer.

Storm says: *grabs onto his hand for support as she pushes her ass back into him, letting him know she wants him to turn her around, push her against a wall, and fuck her brains out*

“I see.” He laughed. “Your brains?”

“My brains.” I affirmed, relaxing somewhat. He seemed less possessive and angry. Granted, I’d heard him mad as a raging bull at points, but never had it been directed at me. “You’re…not mad at me now, are you?” I asked, mustering up as much cuteness as I could considering the short notice.

“I wasn’t mad at you before.” He sighed. “I just got a little bit jealous.”

“I know, but I told you I didn’t enjoy any of it.”

“Yes, which means that each and every one of them deserve to die. I’ll rip their fuzz-sprouting little heads off and throw their bodies off of a tall bridge over shark infested waters.”

“Why do they deserve to die?” I asked, confused. “I’m confused.” Allow me to state that when the words ‘I’m confused’ emerge from my mouth, they aren’t normal. They’re said like I’m five, sounding phonetically like Ah-n-cun-foo-s’d.

“Well, let’s see. First of all, they deserve to die because they hit on and tried to seduce you, and you’re mine.”

“I wasn’t yours then.” I pointed out.

“Baby, darling, get over yourself.” He commented, and I was about to yell at him. “You’ve been mine from the moment this earth was created, and will be mine long after this earth perishes, just like I am yours.”

“That’s sooooo cute.” I grinned, forgiving him.

“Anyway, they tried to seduce you, and your mine. And the second reason they should all die horrible, slow, painful deaths; you obviously did not enjoy yourself. And anyone that gives my baby a bad time? Dead.”

“Uh huh…so does that mean we’ll be living alone on this earth in a few years? Because quite a few people aren’t nice to me, and quite a few people touch me, and quite a few people speak to me, and I’m all yours, so they should be dead or maimed?”

“I think you’ve got it.”

“I see.” I said, laughing. “I love you, sexy. You’re silly, but I wouldn’t give you up for anything.”

“That’s right. Now, back to this cybering thing. I think you’re going to have to show me how to do it.”

“Oh, really?”

Suffice to say…we spent most of the night awake, talking. Playing. And you thought you were going to get the chat log…