All characters involved in the following sex scene are 18 years of age or older.
It was hard not to be lonely. Though he talked to Persephone every day over texts, he felt alone. Always busy, Pers rarely ever had time for more than a few words, and they were all speech-to-text and fucked up because of it. Sometimes, it didn't feel like he was talking to her at all. When did they last talk over the phone? When did they last get on webcam together? Or enjoy a night of fun as best as they could with their cameras and microphones?
He couldn't stand the loneliness anymore and his days were often spent obsessively checking his messages to her, despite knowing nothing had been sent.
Lucas checked their last messages again. 'What are you doing tonight?' from him, sent an hour ago. Nothing after that. The nagging fear that he'd been replaced burrowed into his mind, implanting itself, causing him to fiddle mindlessly with his phone as a distraction. But her with another guy crept into his imagination and refused to leave. Was he stupid for not trying to move on, too? Or was he stupid for thinking she'd do that to him, after four years of loyalty?
Four years… Sometimes, when he thought of that number, he was amazed that someone had lasted that long with him. She was something special and it pained him that he'd think she would betray what they have. But then again, she was something special, and surely any guy could see that.
Her unique notification sounded off on his phone — the classic "all righty then" line from those stupidily funny Ace Ventura movies she liked so much — and he hurriedly checked the message. His heart fell and his stomach soured when he read her response.
'Sorry can't talk I got hams on training'
Hams on training? Hands-on training, probably. Damn speech-to-text, she was most likely driving. He decided not to bother her and risk her getting into an accident. Besides, she clearly didn't care enough about him to give a shit about his response.
"Lucas," Jack said. "Off your phone at the table."
He'd almost forgotten he was in the dining room. Lucas put his phone in his pocket, then picked at his food.
"You've barely touched your dinner," his mom said.
"Not hungry," he muttered, slouching in his chair with one hand still on his phone.
"You said the same thing yesterday."
Zoe said, "No wonder you're so skinny."
Lucas wasn't sure exactly what about her statement made him so angry but he found himself snapping back. "Shut up, Zoe."
Zoe sneered but the old man was the first to jump in to diffuse the situation. "All right, all right, that's enough. No arguing at the dinner table."
"Tell her to get off my ass, then," Lucas spat.
"Lucas, I said that's enough. An' get your hand outta your pocket an' off your phone."
"But I'm tryna make plans."
The old man spoke calmly, but sternly. "And we're all tryin' ta have a nice family dinner."
"I don' see why we even gotta have 'family dinner' anymore. I'm twenny-one, Zoe's nineteen — if ya ain't realized it yet, we're both too old fer this."
"Your mother cooks perfectly good food for the whole family ta eat. Don'chu dare disrespect her."
"I feel like a fuckin' kid."
"Watch your mouth."
"Or what? Gonna fuckin' ground me?"
"This is the last time I'm gonna tell ya ta stop," Jack said, voice finally raising. "You live under my roof an' my rules — I'm tired a' you bein' disrespectful ta me an' your mother."
The table went quiet and Lucas leaned back in his chair. He scowled at his plate full of food. Now he had even less of an appetite.
It was bittersweet, waking up to Persephone's text message on April's early morning.
'Happy birthday, gorgeous! Got a busy day ahead of me but I'll call you tonight at 8. And you should be getting a surprise soon. Love you!'
He would've loved to talk to her for longer than just an hour or so, which would probably be all the time he'd get since she always crashed early so she could wake up at an ungodly hour. But at least he'd get to talk to her again and have a legitimate conversation. It'd been too long since he last heard her voice.
He treated every hour like it could possibly have been 8 PM. In a way, he felt pathetic with his phone constantly in his hand as though Persephone would call him three hours earlier than she said she could, but he didn't give a shit. It was his birthday and he would sit around on his phone waiting for a call as long as he damn well pleased.
He didn't want to get into an argument with the old man on his birthday so he ate his dinner fast enough that he nearly made himself sick, just so he could go back to being on his phone without interruption. Before he could leave the dining room, Zoe brought out a triple-layer cake.
Zoe was lucky. She got to see Judith any time she wanted, got to talk to her on the phone all night (some mornings, she was just like him: barely able to function). He envied his sister in that respect. But would Zoe and Judith end up like him and Persephone in a few years? God, getting older sucked.
Stuck for a while longer, he had cake and a couple of presents shoved into his face. Dinner still sat unwell on his stomach but he powered down a slice of cake anyway (which tasted delicious). He grabbed a handful of cake and fed it to Diane, seeing as she'd drooled a huge puddle on the floor waiting for some. After being set free, he headed back to his room, a slice of cake on a plate in hand, a birthday card under his arm, and a toolbox held in his fist. Diane followed him, sniffing at the food.
The timing couldn't have been more perfect. Just as he dropped his stuff off and his alarm clock turned to 8 PM, his cell rang. Lucas scoured through in his pocket, whipping out his phone so fast that it slipped out of his hands and he had to do a little jig in order to catch it. He flipped it over to answer Persephone's call.
"Happy birthday, Lucas!"
She could've said almost anything and it would've made Lucas smile. He'd missed her voice so damn much.
"Thanks, Pers."
"You better have gotten some damn good presents."
He laughed out of his nose. "Nope. Just this call."
"Don't milk it," she said, a smile obvious upon her lips. To see that smile would've made his birthday complete.
"Wish I was. Ma n' Dad gave me tools, Zoe made a big-ass cake, n' that was pretty much it. Oh, n' Uncle Joe mailed me a twenny-five dollar gift card to fuckin' Walmart. Cheapskate."
They had a good laugh at this. A real good laugh — Lucas hadn't laughed in a long time. For the night, he forgot all about his anger and the bitter feelings he'd been holding toward her. Hearing Pers made it all okay. A night he would've otherwise spent holed-up in his room staring listlessly at a computer or phone screen, instead had him petting Diane and chatting with Persephone, like old times.
He'd longed for the old days, ached to relive them as they had been that evening, and knew misery would return after their conversation ended. But he kept those intrusive thoughts at bay, happy to hear her voice and share in her jokes. He was particularly giddy that night, giggling as Persephone talked to Diane through the phone. The retriever's ears perked and her head cocked from side-to-side, hearing the familiar voice and seeming unable to understand where it came from.
They switched to video call when Persephone made it back home, then used their computers to enjoy a little sexy webcam fun that night. He loved every moment. His birthday ended on a high note. Even after their conversation ended around 11 PM — on Persephone's end, anyway, seeing as she'd fallen asleep on her bed with the webcam still running — Lucas's smile refused to fade. He stayed on the line with her. The computer rested on the bed beside him so he could see her as he got comfortable. He hooked his phone up to the laptop to charge it, and reread what she'd texted him: 'And you should be getting a surprise soon'. He eagerly awaited whatever it was.
Weeks later, and communication went back to normal, with him getting a text message or two maybe once a day, mostly her saying they'd talk more often if she wasn't so busy. His mood had gone back to normal, too, taking a pessimistic and nihilistic plummet. He started feeling like a pissed off teenager again.
From his bed, he looked at the clock. 6 PM. His mom would flip if he didn't eat dinner (again) and he wanted to avoid another confrontation with Jack. He plodded his way to the main house, feeling like he needed to drag his feet to get them to cooperate. Diane greeted him in the yard as a friendly face that he hadn't paid much attention to lately. He bent down onto a knee to pet her long fur.
"Sorry, girl. Guess I haven' been a very good dad lately, huh?"
Diane licked his face, tail wagging so fast that it acted as an appreciated fan in the muggy Louisiana heat. Such a forgiving girl. He'd be sure to give her a good bit of his food. He led her to the dining room to meet with the rest of the family, stomach neither full nor empty — he simply wasn't hungry; more interested in getting back to his laptop. A lot of ideas remained outlined on there from his youth, contraptions he'd garnered interest in once again, but for the time, he knew he needed to appease the old man and his mom.
When he crossed the double doors' threshold into the dining room, he saw Jack and Zoe at the table. His mom strolled through with a large pot of what smelled like gumbo. She set it on the table and, before she took her own seat, smiled at him.
"Oh, good, you're here," she said sweetly, sweeping across the room to the serving window. She grabbed something and returned to him. "Package came for you, Lucas."
She handed him a thick rectangular box covered in black and white plaid wrapping paper; little red hearts between bits of the pattern. The aesthetic was enough for him to know exactly who'd sent it, and it seemed his mom knew as well as she looked up at him with a very sad, sympathetic smile. Nothing more needed to be said. He turned away from dinner and strode back to his room, Diane in tow.
The trip to his room went by in a blur. Next thing he knew, he'd shut and locked the door behind him, barely registering that Diane had hopped onto his bed and rolled herself up in his sheets. He plopped onto the floor cross-legged and carefully opened the wrapping paper, sure to keep it pristine and folded.
Nothing of note on the box; just brown cardboard, flat with no features whatsoever. The contents inside felt loose and had made noise as he'd rushed to his bedroom. A jigsaw puzzle, perhaps? He opened it and over the contents sat another piece of cardboard. Taped to it was a little white note, turned and folded so all he could see was his name. He gently removed it, the paper unfolding itself as he read.
'Hi, Lucas. I know things haven't been going so great for us lately. With my parents and college, I barely have time for myself. Not being able to see you, rarely having time to chat aside from just a few text messages; it's been hard. I miss you so much, and I'm always thinking about you. I hope you're thinking about me, too.
"But what the fuck's in the box?" you're probably asking (don't even get me started on how much I miss your voice). It's a puzzle. A 5,000 piece puzzle, but you need to keep it hidden from your family. I think you'll know why once you see it. No reference pictures, you won't need them. I also took all the edges and kept them, to make it more difficult for you. Because I love you.
No, really, I love you. So much. Just know how much you mean to me and how much I miss you every single day. I love you, Lucas. Don't ever forget.'
He held the paper close to him, cradling it like it was Persephone herself. It was the closest he'd been to her in such a long time. He could almost smell her scent on it, or perhaps that was just his mind playing tricks. Swallowing the emotions bubbling up inside him, he curiously moved the sheet of cardboard out of the way. Indeed, he instantly knew why he needed to keep it hidden.
The pieces of the puzzle were of her. Nude.
No mistaking it, he saw in the scattered pieces her bare skin. His pants tightened as he got the fastest boner he'd had in months.
"This is the best fucking present ever."
It sure was more difficult to decide where to start, as she really had taken all the edge pieces away. He wouldn't be able to decipher where each edge went without having the image in his head. But what a beautiful, welcome image.
He wasn't sure how long he'd been in his room working on the puzzle, but he'd started with her face — her left eye — and worked his way out. With her whole face finished, he found himself looking at her for a while, examining every detail. He'd not seen her face since his birthday. With 30 hours a week of hands-on training alongside medical school, she rarely had time to spend with him.
His fingers caressed her puzzle self's cheek, other arm keeping his knees close as he hunched over them, gazing at her. Taking a deep breath, he continued work on the puzzle, going down her body to her breasts. She had a hand clutching one, giving him a great view.
Sex soon blossomed in his mind, distracting him from his other thoughts as he imagined groping her breasts and putting his face in between them like they were soft, squishy pillows. He sat back in a cross-legged position, lap open so he wouldn't squish his hard and eager cock. His right hand absentmindedly brushed the head bulging underneath his pants as he recreated her breasts.
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His head swam, disoriented, with the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. He barely heard how vocal he was being as another few spurts of cum snuck up on him, making him gasp in pleasure, legs shuddering, eyes rolling up under his eyelids.
When it was all over, he couldn't move. Muscles twitched involuntarily, but that was it. Once he regained control of his body, he looked down to see what he came in (and the size of his load), grimacing when he realized it was his hoodie.
"Crap."