Those Who Can, Teach
"You don't need to read about what you already know from experience." Rory decides to challenge the well-known adage of "Those who can't, teach." AU – Eventual Trory
Note: This is the start of Rory settling down and writing the book. This exploit/chapter will still be fairly Rory-like, and it will be heating up after the Jess section of the book. So I hope you enjoy my first attempt at this kind of a story.
You're beside me on the seat
Got your hand between my knees
And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze
It's hard to steer when you're breathing in my ear
But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my gears
By now, no doubt that we were heading south
I guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with a full mouth
'Cause this was it, like flicking on a switch
It felt so good I almost drove into the ditch
-"Animals" – Nickelback –
Animals
She sat there, waiting for divine inspiration that had no intention of coming. Her Word document was blank other than the mockingly blinking cursor. It taunted her. "Ha-ha! You can't write! I knew you didn't have the guts!"
Okay, maybe that was a bit much. Fact is, she had been staring at this blank screen for quite some time now. The idea had been there, it had been great, and she had been excited to explore it. That's all there was to it.
Now, she had cold feet. Literally and figuratively. She was barefoot and it wasn't exactly eighty degrees outside. She was apparently not too bright. Rubbing her feet together and dreaming of slippers, she blinked back at the cursor on her page. Suddenly, she was suddenly extremely nervous about chronicling these memories.
Did she really want Tristan, her amazing, beautiful, perfect husband, to read about the time she had crazy fun in the back of Jess's car in a Hartford parking lot?
Not in the least.
But she had this writer's brain, and she knew full well that if she didn't write this story, or at least attempt to, it would never get out of her head. It was both a gift and a curse, but this time she wasn't completely sure how she wanted to take it. Rory was just incredibly worried about how Tristan would take it.
He had approved the idea, hell, he had loved the idea. Yet, for some reason, it still felt like a bad idea. Say, somehow, she got this published. She didn't want her mother, or still even Tristan, to be able to go out and read about the time she basically was a whore for Finn. Oh, that night…
She had decided to write under a pseudonym, though. And if for some odd reason, she managed to get this picked up, it would be okay. If she changed her name, as well as all the guys' names, then there would be no problems whatsoever – only Tristan would know the truth, and that much Rory knew she could handle. She'd write it how she wished, using the actual names and then go back and just replace every name with the new ones. She couldn't write a true love scene between herself and some guy named Joe, even though she knew deep down it'd be Jess. It had to be Jess. Maybe later it could become Joe. But not now.
She took a few calming breaths, closed her eyes and refocused her mind. She turned on her stereo as a last ditch effort for some inspiration and "Animals" by Nickelback blasted out of the speakers. Rory smiled. This was all too perfect.
Little blinking cursor, you are going down.
She was seventeen, naïve and just beginning to realize just what lust was. It had never been there with Dean. He treated her too fragile-like, like she was a porcelain doll he would break if he hugged her too hard, showed any desire for, even felt a hint of want. He never felt any need to do more than kiss her lightly; he never required privacy for his displays of affection. Her mother could be present for each one and have no objection.
With Jess, it was different.
He had no problem with grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into the alley beside Luke's. He had no issue with pushing her up against the wall and kissing her with everything he had. And it was amazing. She began to live for those moments, those stolen minutes that made all that she was stressed about leave her mind and body.
It sounded like a cheesy romance novel, but it was true. In those moments, there was only her and Jess. Nothing else mattered – nothing in the entire world.
This time, however, was the first time that they had truly taken it that much further. Oh, they had fooled around a bit, a bit of stolen gropes, quiet gasps and silent moans, but never anything like this. Nothing had ever been that intense.
She could have gone the whole damn way with him if she had wanted to. But luckily for her mother's sanity, Rory had no desire to do that just yet. Sure, she was curious for things, but she planned on experiencing things a bit closer to her comfort zone before going all the way.
Jess was good, she'd give him that. It may have been his…experience in New York that helped him out but he had a fairly good idea of what a girl wanted and how he could help her get to that point. It ended up being fantastic for her, and Rory never complained about the suspicions she had about just how many girls he had been with before her.
The guy was gorgeous and dangerous – you seriously think he'd be a virgin at eighteen? Fat chance.
Back to that night. They were in Hartford. Rory had somehow convinced him to take her out to a nicer restaurant and they were sitting in his car afterwards, deciding what to do next. Nothing seemed like a decent option, and Rory was running out of ideas.
She was curled up on the front bench seat next to him, comfortable and happily sated. He had his arm around her and was absentmindedly playing with her hair. Rory loved this sweeter side of Jess – the side that no one but her ever got to see.
He was never mushy, but that was perfectly fine by her. Instead he just did small things, like the slight cuddling, that let her know he cared a bit for her. It was nice. It never stepped out of the persona that was Jess, but instead just made him that more amazing somehow.
He stretched a bit in the seat as he racked his brain for something to do that would keep them out of Stars Hollow for another hour or two. Rory seconded the idea. She didn't want the night to end just yet by returning to the land where all eyes were upon them every second of every day.
He kissed the side of her neck and whispered, "I know something we could do and it certainly would keep us occupied for a while."
Rory smiled, certain that she was blushing as well. "Jess…" she trailed off warningly.
"Relax, babe. I didn't mean that. I meant that we could just mess around a little bit. Have some fun. That's all."
"I suppose we could," she gave in. Rory glanced around the somewhat deserted parking lot. "But not here; I don't want someone to be able to just walk up and see us."
The grin that lit up Jess's face shocked her. "I know the place." He started up the car and they drove peacefully through the empty streets of Hartford. Sounds of The Clash played silently in the background, just adding to the scene. Jess pulled up to an abandoned office building – work hours had ended long ago. He turned to his girlfriend. "This work for you?"
Rory nodded. There was no way they would possibly be seen here. They were tucked away in a maze of office buildings. No one would even think of looking for any kind of vehicle back here.
He killed the engine; it was warm enough outside that not having air conditioning or heat would not be a problem, and turned to her. Next thing Rory knew, he was kissing her, his mouth demanding, and she was all but lost.
Her mind slipped away and once again, it was only her and Jess. It didn't matter that his car was all beat up or that they were still technically in a public place, but only that she and him were inside and alone. Her arms snaked around his neck and pulled him closer to her, making him twist in his seat to face her better.
He groaned slightly as she boldly slipped her tongue in his mouth, being more forward than she usually was during their trysts. Rory raked her fingers lightly through his hair as his hands slid around her waist and up under her shirt, slowly rubbing her lower back as the kiss deepened.
Heaven.
She was in heaven. She shifted and slid herself into his lap, her legs lying across the rest of the seat and her back against the door. Rory's arms slid back down to his shoulders and she felt his muscles tense as she slid against him, feeling how hard he was getting underneath her.
Jess closed his eyes and pulled her back toward him, meeting her lips with a deep kiss. Their tongues battled, neither of them caring who was winning, as long as the skirmish was allowed to last. When oxygen became a necessity, he pulled back. "Back seat. Now," he all but growled.
She slapped his arm lightly. "Is that any way to talk to a lady?" Rory teased, smiling at him.
He gently bit her neck. "You won't be a lady after what we are going to do," he whispered gruffly against her skin, sending a chill down her spine. She pulled away from him and saw his eyes had gone all but black with lust. Without saying a word Rory managed to gracefully lie in the backseat without getting out of the car.
He followed her back there and settled himself on top of her, making sure his weight was not going to push down on her at all. She slid her arms around his waist and pulled Jess close to her, kissing him and picking up where they left off. She pulled his shirt off over his head and ran her hands up and down his back. His skin was soft and an antithesis to the hard muscle it covered.
Jess decided that it was his turn now, untied the halter top she had been wearing and slid it down so it rested around her waist. His kisses traveled down the side of her neck, finding all her sweet spots along the way and making her moan out into the silent air around them. He stopped at her chest and kissed all over her breasts, lightly and never where she truly wanted it.
She arched her back in a futile attempt to make him go where she needed it. "Jess, please," Rory whispered, desperate.
She could see the triumph in his eyes as he heard Rory plead for him. He gave in and slowly licked around the center of her breasts and closed his mouth around her right nipple. His hand ran up the side of her body and gently worked her left as he gave her hickey after hickey all around her right nipple. He traded sides and she sighed, clutching his hair as if it were her salvation. Rory knew the guy had an amazing mouth but this was taking it to new levels that she had never expected. "God, Jess. You are amazing." That must have been a bit of an ego boost, as he spent more attention there than he ever had before, probably just trying to get her to moan his name again.
It definitely worked. Within minutes, she was pulling him up to kiss him and she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking their lower bodies together. She arched her waist up and began to slowly grind against him. His eyes closed and he paused kissing her as he groaned lowly. Rory could understand how he felt. It was amazing to have such pleasure while bringing out the same in the other.
She flipped them over and slid down his body. Rory undid his jeans and pulled them off and threw them up to the front seat. She straddled his lap and felt him completely through his boxers. She had never done this much with him and had never realized how big he truly was. It was almost amazing. Rory's eyes fluttered shut as she slid along his length, only opening as she felt his hands at the button of her jean skirt. She nodded and allowed him to slip it off of her.
They were both completely naked, save for their underwear, as she lay back on top of him, every inch of their bodies touching each other. She was a bit nervous but knew what she wanted to do. She reached down and grabbed him through his boxers. He groaned and thrust his hips up involuntarily. Rory grinned, but it faded as he shook his head and flipped them over again. "You first, babe," he explained.
He let his hand trail down her body to her light blue bikini underwear. She knew he could feel how wet she was through them but couldn't help but gasp as his hand slid underneath them instead of over them. This time it was her body that arched up to meet his hand as she felt pleasure she never had before. He then kissed his way down her body, following the same trail his hand had started before. He kissed her hip and then kissed her through her panties.
Rory tried to stop him. She had always figured guys would not want to do this, nor was she sure she ever would want them to. It felt a bit embarrassing to imagine that for some reason to her. Jess looked up at her. "Please, Ror. Trust me." Rory bit her lip, but nodded.
He kissed her again through the bikini, this time letting his tongue drift along the wetness that was there. Rory moaned uncontrollably and all thoughts of protesting flew out the window. He peeled off her underwear, and she was completely naked in front of him, and all shame had left her. He settled back down into his position and kissed up her right leg.
She felt him kiss her and felt like she could have come right there. He let his tongue go to work and Rory swore she could have died happy right then and there. It only took about five minutes of this before shock waves went through her body and she was clutching at his hair and moaning his name. As she came back down from her high, she knew that was about as close to heaven as she was going to get.
Rory laid her head back on the seat, trying to catch her breath. He slid up beside her and kissed her cheek. "Thank you," she muttered, not sure what to say. He chuckled and grinned. "You okay?"
"What do you think?" Rory shot back. "This is all your fault."
"I'm okay with that," he replied. She was finally able to open her eyes. She smiled at him, noticing that the black was not entirely gone from his eyes. "Now it's my turn."
"Ror, no. I wasn't askin-" She cut him off by covering his mouth with her hand, which he replied to by licking it.
Rory wiped her hand off on his boxers. "You are a kid."
He slid her hand over to his hard cock. "I beg to differ." Her breath caught slightly as she felt him throb in her palm.
"That one I'll give you. Let me do this." He didn't need much convincing as her hand started sliding up and down his extremely hard length. She kneeled down at the other end of the seat and instead of pulling his boxers down, she just pulled his cock out of the fly of them.
Before she could lose her nerve, Rory bent over and took him in her mouth. The sounds he made were well worth any trepidation she may have had. He was putty in her hands. After a while he pulled her back up to kiss him. "Was I not?"
He shushed her and said only one word. "Hand."
Rory obeyed and started pumping him, hard and fast. Within five minutes Jess was coming in his hand and over his stomach. His head fell back against the back door with a thud but it was obvious he could care less. Jess seemed weaker than she had ever seen him and she had a feeling that she had done her job well.
She laid on her side next to him and he pulled her close by wrapping his arm around her. Rory snuggled into his side and they stayed there, content, for many minutes. Somehow, she managed to catch sight of the clock. "Crap! Jess, I have to be home in half an hour!"
He lazily opened his eyes and drawled, "Well, then gather up the clothes."
She giggled and threw his jeans and shirt at him. They dressed quickly and awkwardly fell into the front seat. She was curled up against his side again and his right arm was draped over the seat and her shoulders, just like it had been before. It was almost as if nothing had ever happened.
However, Rory could easily see by the look on his face that she wasn't imagining it. They had definitely just had some fun, and it was staying between the two of them.
"You know…you came pretty close to reenacting…"
"Jess, I'm not blowing you while you drive."
He smirked at her slight vulgarity. "I know. Just it would have been so cliché."
"Yes, but you are so not that cliché kind of guy," she reminded him. "And you don't even really like Nickelback that much."
"Alright, that much I'll give you."
They drove back into Stars Hollow and then the lights shining out of Luke's brought her back to the present. She had a minor internal freak out over what had just occurred.
She had to debate whether or not to voice this aloud to Jess (because God knows he'd take the blame and become surly about it) but decided against it as he smoothed her hair and kissed her on the forehead, another move she had never expected from him.
Rory closed her eyes, savoring the last moment of this night. He pulled into the gravel driveway, rocks flying under the stress of his worn out tires. As he stopped, she leaned over to kiss him lightly good night. She smiled up at him, obviously still a bit of the innocent Mary she had been before tonight.
He smirked at the chaste kiss and leaned back against the seat. She ran her hand lightly across the front of his jeans. "Night, Jess," she lightly teased. Rory stepped out of the car and walked to the front door, swaying her hips more than necessary. She turned back to look at him before going inside and saw him staring. She winked and Jess nodded, mock saluting, in response.
The smile never left her face for the rest of the night, yet she managed to keep her composure even as her mother questioned her about her date. That night, she had changed.
That night, was the start of everything.
Rory looked at the now full document. Over five pages of memories. She smiled triumphantly to herself.
That night she truly had changed. She became a little less shy, a little more outgoing. It was never enough to make anyone notice too much, even though Tristan claims he knew it all along. What the genius doesn't know is that he was in military school in North Carolina when this all happened. She just let him think whatever he wanted.
Rory leant back in her chair and considered whether or not to bother proofreading just yet. Deciding against it, she just closed her eyes and let her other memories wash over her. Whenever this happened, she felt guilty, like not being true to Tristan, but truly, this was all research, and she'd be lying if she said she wouldn't do it all over again.
Our experiences make us who we are and hers brought her to Tristan. She made amazing friends with all of her boyfriends – all but Dean parted amicably in the end – and she wouldn't trade them for the world.
Okay, this was getting way too mushy for a porn novel about teenagers and twenty year olds.
She clicked the save button on the document with a feel of satisfaction and closed out of it. She then skipped – literally – off to see Tristan, and to celebrate the start of her hopeful success.
And who knows – maybe they'd make another chapter themselves.
Note: Hey! I hope you guys are liking these chapters. I am not editing the prologue and the first two chapters too much, but I did change it from first person and edited it for grammar stuff. I know these chapters aren't the best but I promise they'll get better! It's been awhile since I wrote these older ones.