The Impact of You

Jase

Avery is unlike any girl I’ve hung around before. She keeps me in a constant state of curiosity and mild arousal. It’s an interesting combination – both my brain and my dick are engaged, which is something new for me. I can easily see this becoming addicting. I want to challenge her to kiss me, but I know she won’t. I can’t push her that fast. We’ll have to work up to that. But I know if she let me touch her, I could own her. Christ, that’s a tempting thought. I never felt a possessive spark with Stacia, but something about Avery makes me want to possess her in a way I never have before.

“I’ll go easy on you your first time.” I pause, keeping my eyes on hers, to let my deeper meaning set in. She blushes, right on cue. “Come to my party this weekend.”

“That’s it?”

I nod, still holding her eyes.

She bites her lip, thinking about it. “You know I’m not really into the party scene.”

“I know. But it’s kind of an annual party and the guys will freak if I’m not there. Having you there will actually help me. And we’ll hang out, talk, like last time. Getting outside your comfort zone might be good for you.”

She considers it, still chewing on her bottom lip. “How would me being there help you?”

has no clue about the theme of Delta Sig’s next party. “Oh, it will, don’t worry.”

sure Madison and Noah wouldn’t mind

friends.” With my next meeting with her already secured, I feel at ease. Avery has me smiling more than I have since my mom’s suicide attempt. Thank fuck for that. I was like a walking zombie for a while there. “Should we discuss our journaling assignment

“Sure.” She shrugs and

the one where she wrote a freaking novel about me – is foiled. It remains

toward me and points. “We have to write entries on our own body image, what attracts us in the opposite sex, and an entry on sexual

sexy.

her bag, muttering to herself, “A section on orgasms -- that’ll be

react. Has no one touched this

head snaps up. “I’m just going

probably wise.” Otherwise I can’t be held responsible for bringing her to orgasm myself. Under the table.

burying her face in her hands.

“Hey, it’s okay. If you need tutoring in

string of curse words too. Once her tirade is out of her system, she takes a deep breath and