(Please Read!) Author's Note: So, this is my very first fanfiction and it is, in fact, a love story. However, I feel as though I should warn you. This is not a story about romantic love. If you're looking for something romantic and beautifully written, feel free to check out my dear friend Incalscent's story Lioness Unbridled. For real, it's really good.
What you will find in these chapters is going to be smutty. It's going to be animated, blunt, and all sorts of inappropriate. I don't want to give away too much for those of you not instantly repulsed, but it will eventually feature femslash and multiple people touching each other. At once. If you're okay with that, please read on and tell me what you think! If not, don't say I didn't warn you.
Staring at them sitting under a tree together, I was having a hard time deciding which one I wanted more. Watching two attractive teenagers in heat kiss in public might repulse some people. Well, those people are probably prudes.
The problem was they were so different that I was having a hard time figuring out my preference. Lily was an obvious choice. That mane of fiery red hair, those to die for emerald eyes. More often than not she came off as kind of frigid, but I knew that meant she was probably a freak.
She was just so easy to love. She was always the lady, never rude or crass. Plus that way she fought for Severus Snape showed that she was kind and good. Lily was smart girl with a decent sense of humor. Combining those qualities with her probably repressed vixen made my heart melt.
And James Potter. He was just so easy to lust.
So sue me. I know it's cliché, and I know he's probably an airhead. But James had everything that a teenage boy needs. He had the tall, dark, and handsome thing going for him. I loved his dark hair (always in his face) and that lean Quidditch body was perfect. He was popular, hilarious, talented, and, most of the time, decently intelligent.
Not to mention I'd seen him play Quidditch. Boy could get rough.
My inability to commit aside, my problem was obvious. They had already found each other. They were already in the throws of young puppy love, and I was just a few too many steps behind. Lapping up their visual sloppy seconds. For now that okay with me. For now.
Woah there, I know what some people might say to that. They'd hiss awful names at me. Call me anything they could think of.
Know what? I'm okay with that. Because it's probably true.
I know what people say about me, and I like it. Boo and jeer at me, that's okay. I totally enjoy the attention I get. I'm comfortable with it. It gets me what I want. And what I wanted at that moment in time was a taste of Lily Evans or James Potter.
I should probably mention now that I'm a pretty determined girl.
Nestled under my own tree, a book open in my lap so I could feign studying, I was weighing my options. I'd settle with Lily or James, but chances were it wouldn't stay that way for long. Once I got one I was going to want the other.
I know how my brain operates.
The benefits and flaws of either choice seemed fairly blatant. I could easily start with James. Girl on boy was socially acceptable and I knew a thing or two about leading a boy into temptation. The flaw to that would be that redheads were typically vindictive and I had minimal hopes of winning Lily over if I stole away her manfriend.
The risk at starting with Lily was persuasion. I wanted her, but I had no idea if she'd reciprocate that longing. Even if she did, I'd probably have to go through the effort of convincing her that her feelings were acceptable. That her most likely first same-sex experience could be a secret. The benefit would be I'd probably have little worrying to do about James's reaction. If he ever found out.
I went back to my book as Lily pulled away from James, her pale face flushed a light pink. She was telling him something about modesty and that she wasn't going to be participating in any more public displays of affection.
Yeah whatever, frigid-closeted-kinky-freak. They were still in the honeymoon stage of their relationship. They'd be PDAing all up and down the corridors in a matter of hours.
As Lily walked away, I decided the best choice would be to start with James. The thing about me is, I like a challenge. James could be my warm up lap before I made Lily my marathon.
I stood up and smoothed out my uniform skirt, tucking in my white blouse. I kinda dug the whole schoolgirl thing and I stayed in my uniform clothing longer than most. I undid an extra button on my shirt, showing an almost scandalous amount of tan skin. Quickly, I ran my fingers through my black hair to give it that unruly look that boys like James tended to go for. Little could be done for my eyes now, so I simply hoped they looked their standard sapphire blue.
It took me nine steps to get to James. Before he could say anything I sat down and leaned in.
"Hi James," I said in my standard, milky voice. "I'm Jasmin Wright."