Disclaimer: see chapter one.
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Knowing that Saturday was D-day, and she needed to be ready, Jade spent the two days after her little trip preparing, She even blew off a sorta date with Beck, hanging with the possibility of other activities, just to prepare. She didn't need Beck's mixed messages anyways. 'How can he encourage me to help Cat, then tell me that sexing her would be wrong? I mean, we all kinda agreed that I'm doing this, so I need to master the use of the fucking toy, and finish my preparations. God, why'd she suggest I might have to do Sam as well? That means a lot of preparation for me. It could also mean a hell of a workout too, and frankly, I hate expending that much energy….' She contemplated carob-loading, but didn't wanna look bloated for the event. 'Think she'll have us do this clothed?' The though wasn't as comforting as the goth had hoped.
Jade also managed to fit in that promised, and now needed, meeting with Lane. The meeting where she describes some of her experience at the Girl Bar, trying not to be nearly as graphic as some of her volunteer helpers were. "There was even this one couple, girl was on her first lesbian relationship, and it was working. She told me..." Jade's breath hitched, as she tried to get through a tangential story she'd been unable to forget. "She told me about how she only dated guys up until one day, at some coffee shop, she had a flash of attraction to the waitress. Apparently that girl, the waitress, was hitting on her, and she felt a new awakening. Never dated that girl, instead winding up with some butch chick who she's still with today. Thing is, somehow, she just never knew..."
Lane chuckled. "I hate to say this, but for some people, they shift, a touch, as they get older. Not sure why, but they do. Others, they grew up in a culture where they never had 'Will and Grace' or any other good examples of gay or straight relationships." His eyes lit up. "Are you worried you might turn gay?"
"I wouldn't care less." Jade huffed. "Except I should know already, right? I'm from California, Hollywood. West Hollywood is like a gay Mecca, so people would accept me, right?"
"Sometimes we just don't open ourselves to experiences, and until we do, until we challenge ourselves, we don't know." Lane said. "In graduate school, they made me take a look inside, check these things out, just so I'd know if I was gay, straight, or somewhere in between."
"You what, dated guys?" Jade tried to imagine mister Alexander on a date with Marty, the often hyper sensitive and overly bossy director from their production of "Uptown, Downtown". She didn't like how easy that image was to conjure.
"No, we mostly watched porn, looked at pictures, and were honest with ourselves." Lane explained. "Learned a lot about human sexuality that class. Things I feel make me a better person to be around."
"So, any advice for me and my problems?" Jade asked, wanting away from this shift in the counselors attitude.
"Yea, pay attention to yourself after you help Cat out." Lane suggested. "You may be surprised at what you find, even if nothing changes."
Jade growled, not happy with the direction that conversation took towards the end. Instead of complaining, however, she made her way out of the room, wanting nothing more then to just get back to her small mountain of reading, some of which didn't have anything to do with Cat's favor. Problem was, as much as she tried to focus, get her growing load of preparations done, she also had school. School work drained a bit of her energy, her focus, and her patience, while not helping her deal with the fact that too many people already knew about what she was asked to do. Moreover, Sinjin wasn't likely to stay silent for long. Anticipating that, the pale girl walked through the hallways, wondering just who knew, and what they'd been thinking of her agreeing to deflower the innocent and likable redhead.
As Jade stalked the halls, she failed to notice a shift in her normal. No one approached her. No one dared. Jade was vibrating with nervous energy, so worried about failing her friend. The blue eyed girl hated to fail, even at things she might not want to do. She prided herself on her preparations, on being ready, on understanding her part, and on her different successes. 'Daddy wants perfect. Well, I can't be perfect, but I can be the perfect student, the best actress, and best singer, and performer, and writer. God, I'm close to the best writer at this school, and no one cares. They just care that I'm being bested by Vega, over and over and over again.' She stopped, gathering herself, pushing her inner demons away. Once again, she pushed her demons down in order to focus on yet another thing she HAD to get right. Only this time, she couldn't guess at the consequences of doing it wrong. And in her worry, she didn't notice how the crowd parted to let her pass.
No one bothered her. Jade was scary at the best of times. This frazzled she-demon wasn't so much a figure to ridicule, someone to make fun of while she was down, as a powder keg ready to explode. The students either sensed it, or those to bovine to notice were warned by the students who didn't need to find out if, once she started to go postal, Jade would be able to stop. No one wanted a recreation of the massacre scene from The Scissoring, and so the goth was left to her own devices. For Jade, it was both comforting, and lonely. No one would understand the pressures the blue eyed girl was putting on herself. Only, in that pressure, she needed someone to talk to, to understand, to just hold her hand, and even Beck kept his distance. Boy may have been respecting her privacy, but as usual, he failed to anticipate her needs.
Saturday arrived too quickly. Jade, nervous and determined, forced herself to relax, using techniques she'd mastered as an actress. Light meditation allowed her to focus on some other things, like the drive to Venice, and how they'd let just about anyone get a drivers license. 'How the heck is it Vega never got one? I mean, it's like anyone can get one, assuming they can figure out how to turn the damn car on, maybe make it go forward. You know, what you're supposed to do when the light turns green, you janked up moron!' Darker fantasies about what she'd do to the unseen driver of the car in front of her filled her with a pleasant distraction, only to fade a moment later. Still, Jade took her comfort where she could get it.
Arriving at the apartment Cat shared with miss Puckett, Jade hesitated, hoping things would go easy. 'If her friends are there, or they're babysitting, then we won't be able to do this. Am I hoping for a reprieve, or do I wanna just get this done, now.'
The door opened. "Jadey, so glad you made it." Cat greeted her. "I saw you through the window. We have curtains, which we put in when we realized that some of the fathers from this building were watching us through the bedroom window. And I mean creepy things, like when we sleep, not just the healthy times like when I was bathing, like my brother used to do..." A sad smile crossed the petite girls face. "Since he moved to Idaho, it feels like I never mention my brother anymore."
"So, think we can move this discussion inside, or do you wanna go over every little detail out here?" Jade asked, wanting to move this along.
"It is such a nice day, I suppose we could talk out here." Cat said, glancing up at the still clear southern California sky. "Oh, but Sam's inside, and I don't think she's gonna wanna walk out here. She's like you. You know, psychotically violent and into dark, scary things. Only she's lazy, without that odd work ethic you have for things you wanna do."
"In or out?" Jade asked, not wanting to have this discussion either.
"Eventually, both." Cat sounded dead serious. "I mean, from the jokes I've heard, isn't that how it works?"
Jade almost missed what Cat just said, and once she realized what the shorter girl was saying, wished she had. "Cat, lets just go inside, okay." She barked. "I don't wanna talk about sex out here, in the open, where small kids can overhear us." A dark smile crossed her face. "No corrupting the young, kay?"
"Kay kay." Cat nodded, leading the way into her apartment. The door, as was usual for far to many of the gang, the door was unlucked. "Sam, look, Jadey's here to deflower us."
"CAT!" Jade screeched.
"I know, you hate being called Jadey." Cat hung her head.
"Wait, she's what?" Sam asked. The short blond was sitting at the couch, apparently having a snack. How the gluttonous girl could eat so much and stay skinny was a mystery, but Jade didn't care.
'She can get all the energy she wants, just as long as she cleans up before we do things.' Blue eyes watched the blonds reaction. 'If we do things.'
"Oh, yea, I asked Jade here to come deflower me, cause she's done this kind of thing before, and we haven't." Cat explained.
"No, I haven't." Jade cut in.
"I thought you and Beck weren't vegans." The brown eyed girl said, hoping she hadn't made a mistake.
"We're not virgins." Jade tried.
"What does a phone company have to do with sex?" Cat asked, leaping in at the pregnant pause the taller girl had left.
"Cat, please..." Jade begged. "You're killing me here. You know that virgins are people who've never had sex before. Specifically, most people think of virgins as people who've never had intercourse, sex involving a penis and a vagina. I've done that, with Beck. That's why, when you were afraid of it going badly, and asked me, as your most trusted friend, to come and deflower you, and please don't tell me I need to explain that part."
"No, I got that part." Cat said, nodding.
"And you told her to deflower me too?" Sam growled.
"Yea, cause as much as I trust Jade here, I don't know if she's ever tried it from that side." The innocent girl looked at her taller friend. "Um, you can be so boy like, so..." She shifted, nervous at having to broach this part. "You do have the boy part, right?"
"No, I had to get something to do that for me." Jade huffed. 'I thought Lane took care of this before...' Jade thought, feeling annoyed at being lied too. 'Guessing he didn't so much convince her as cover Cat doing it. That is, if he spoke with Sam here...'
"Oh, good." Cat relaxed. "I was worried that you might not be equipped for this. Should have known, my friend Jade, she's the kind who gets things done."
"And why would she be doing me?" Sam asked, clearly irritated. The blond hadn't moved from her spot in the kitchen, blue eyes watching the Hollywood Arts girls talk.
"Cause she hasn't done a girl before." Cat shifted. "Or maybe she did. I don't know." Looking back at the tall girl. "What exactly have you and Tori done?"
"What?" Jade inhaled.
"Guessing I'd be the first." Cat shrugged. "Anyways, I wanted to make sure she knew what she was doing before she did anything to a part of me that so sensitive." A quick shudder shook the petite girl. "Sooo, I figured, you're all virginal, and tough, and my friend, so why not we help each other. I doubt you'll lose it any time soon, cause your as intimidating as Jade, and don't have a Beck to understand you." She flashed a hopeful, friendly smile. "So, why not have her do a dry run on you? And when you do, I can watch, make sure that she can make it fun."
"A, ouch." Jade chuckled, not intending things to be the least bit funny. "Sorry, but for this, we want things a little wet." Sam was heard groaning in the background. "And B, you didn't even ask her?"
"Why would I?" Cat asked. "Shes your friend too. She trusts you. Also, She's probably like me, wanting it to be fun. Only, she's tougher then I am, so can handle you making a few mistakes. Come on, Jade, I'm not that naive. I know there's bound to be a few mistakes along the way. This way, I get to see what you'll be doing to me." Sam, in the background, was temporarily speachless.
"Problem is, you won't." Jade sighed. "Look, it's not about whether or not we let you watch, or if it happens at all." She shifted, upset she'd taken this long to get to the point. "Thing is, in my research, I discovered that sex is as much about atmosphere as it is the physical. I'd have to do the setup, the foreplay, a little differently for her then I would for you, Then, the actual event, that may be different as well, cause she may not want to use the same positions that you do. So, assuming she isn't about to kick me out, I'd need to talk to Sam, figure out how she likes to be touched, what she wants, maybe choose a way for her to imagine the right kind of person making love to her. You know, make this as fun for her as possible."
Sam was looking at the pale girl. "Lets say I did agree to do this." The savvy girl said. "Whats in it for me?"
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I know, an odd place to cut this off, but it felt right. Lets hope things go smoothly from here, but we know there's gonna be at least one hitch along the way.
The moments almost upon them. Is jade ready? Let me know your thoughts. And thanks for reading.