Mako's Message: Oh. My. God. Reviews. So...so many reviews _ And Favorites and Follows. It was literally overwhelming. I don't know how I got through it all. Thank you, new fans and old, for loving this story so much.
And now, I need to give you all a warning about this chapter. It is the most sexually explicit chapter of this fic to date(and probably ever). It also does not involve Mindy. Well, not first hand. There's also something in here I think a lot of you have been wondering about...or maybe not.
Again, thank you all, I wouldn't be able to do this without you, and enjoy the chapter.
Well, two things happened today that I did not expect.
The first is that I learned more about Angela's sex life than I ever wanted to know.
She was bouncing all through school and when the final bell rang she all but dragged me to her house and up to her room.
As soon as the door shut she started freaking out and wouldn't stop talking, "Oh my god it was awesome! So, like, we went out to see this movie, and it was okay, but I wasn't interested in it, so by halfway through I stopped watching it completely and spent the rest of the movie making out and then when we went to dinner, and it was boring because we didn't really have anything to talk about but I could tell he totally wanted to do me.
"So we came back here, cause my parents were going to be at the ballet until, like, really late, so we'd have the place to ourselves until at least midnight. As soon as I got him inside I couldn't keep my hands off him and I was pulling his clothes off before we even got to the steps.
"And when we got in here I pushed him onto the bed and climbed onto his lap and I was kissing him all over and he was feeling me up and fuck that felt good and then he got my bra off and I was like, 'why didn't I think to do that?'. So he started kissing my chest and boobs and it was just all kinds of awesome. Then I got my hands into his pants and started stroking him then I slid off his lap and pulled his pants off and his dick was like, this big," and she held up her hand with only her first two fingers held up, "And then I sucked him a bit, which was kinda weird, but the noises he made when I did it just made me even wetter so whatever. Then I grabbed a condom from my nightstand and put it on him, and then he picked up and threw me down on the bed and pulled my panties off, and for a second I thought he was going to eat me, but he didn't, which was cool cause I just wasn't comfortable with the idea of guy putting his face down there, ya know?
"Then next second he's got his dick all up in me and I was like 'Whoa my god!'" and here she jumped onto the bed and lay down on her back with her legs up in the air, "And he started pumping into me and I was like, 'uh uh uh uh uh uh uh!'" with accompanying pelvic thrusts, "and then when he started to get tired I flipped him on to his back and I rode the SHIT out of him. And then when I came I kinda fell back off of him and then he got up on his knees, pulled the condom off and jerked off on me, which was kinda hot while I was watching him do it, but then afterward it was like, 'ew, this feels gross' and then I let him catch his breath before telling him he needed to leave before my parents got home and he gathered up his stuff and left and then I texted you and got a shower."
And I guess she thought I looked disgusted because then she said, "Oh, sorry, was that too much information? It's easy to forget how young you are sometimes and I just had to tell someone about it and who else am I going to tell?"
Really though, whatever my face was doing it was because I was imagining me and Dave doing that. Well, most of it. Putting a dick in your mouth is just gross.
I shook my head and said, "No, it's okay, it didn't bother me. Just, don't get more detailed than that."
She laughed and said, "Deal."
Then I asked, "So when did you buy the condoms?"
And she said, "Oh, I didn't buy them. My parents gave them to me. They knew that, short of putting a chastity belt on me, they couldn't really keep me from having sex, so they'd rather I be safe than sorry. And thank god they did. I don't know if I could have bought them myself. How embarrassing would that have been?" Then she gave me this, half devious, half shy smile and said, "I'm not looking forward to when I have to tell them I need more."
And we both had a good laugh over that, then I said, "So I guess you'll be seeing more of this guy then?"
And then Angela surprised me again, "Oh hell no. I just asked him out cause I wanted to get laid. It's one thing to put out on the first date, it's another if it's a one time fling. I'm not easy ya know."
I had to think about that for a minute before I said, "I guess," but I'm still not sure I agree with her logic, but if she's happy with it I guess that's all that matters.
The second thing was an even bigger surprise.
I got a Birthday card from Jessi.
The card itself wasn't anything special, just a picture of a cake on the front and "Happy Birthday" written on the inside. What was special about it was this letter inside it.
Dear Mindy,
I hope this isn't too late. I couldn't remember when your birthday was exactly, I only just remembered it was this month. I hope you had a lot of fun and you enjoy being a teenager. Did you realize that now you're the age I was when we met? It seems so long ago.
I also wanted to thank you again, for everything you've done for me. Not just for taking care of Jacob, or giving me the knife. And it really was that knife that made all the difference that night. It reminded me of you and gave me the strength to put an end to it. But just you being there for me through everything. Angela is my oldest friend, and she was popular one. All the other "friends" I had were through her, and they stopped talking to me when they decided they weren't going to hang around with Angela if she was hanging around with you. But we weren't just two friends of Angela's hanging out with her at the same time. You were my friend too.
You make a lot more sense to me now that I know who you are. Why you weren't in to the things the other girls were. Why you seemed so awkward an unsure of what you were doing when we met, but still had such confidence in your self. I always envied you for that. Why you would barely tell us anything about your childhood.
But you let me in. You were there for me when no one else but Angela was. Even though it made you uncomfortable.
And that's why I wanted to apologize for not contacting you until now. I should have let you know I was okay. Except, I really wasn't. I'm still not okay. I've been seeing three different therapists on an almost daily basis. They've been trying me on different medications for depression, anxiety, and psychosis. And it's still hard adjusting to my new home. I like it here, but it still weird. I'm not supposed to leave the property so I can't even explore my neighborhood and it's left me with not much else to do but sit here and think about things and they're not always good things.
I'm just not ready to talk to you again. Just writing this letter is hard. But I promise you I'll tell you when I'm ready to talk.
Love, Jessica
P.S. Sorry for taking advantage of that night at the hospital, but thanks for letting me kiss you anyway.
