"So I'm thinking of dying my hair blue, it'd look pretty hot." Teresa's best friend scrunched her hair in the mirror, looking back at the shorter girl for feedback.
Teresa tilted her head in thought, "Mm, no. Maybe just the ends or something, but not your whole head."
She rolled her blue eyes, "What do you know?"
"A lot." Teresa grunted, not looking up from her wet nails.
They were in her room painting their nails with nail polish she stole from her older sister. And yet Vianka still complained. "Ugh, are these really the only colors you guys own? Red and teal?"
Teresa shrugged, she never minded the colors.
"Don't you have anything more like a true blue? Or maybe like cerulean?" Vianka asked.
"No." She blew on her fingertips. "Sorry."
Vianka walked over to the bed to join her friend, "It's cool I guess, matches my shoes."
She jumped on the bed, kicking her red chucks up in the air.
"Watch it!" Teresa hissed, moving her hands away from the bouncing bed. Her friend should really stop inviting herself over, all she did was remind Teresa of why they weren't that close anymore.
Vianka blew a kiss at her with her black lips to go with her raccoon eyes. Teresa watched her friend carefully, wondering why Vianka hadn't dropped the scene phase in middle school. Seriously this was the summer before junior year..and Teresa was still a virgin. Nothing like her friend who'd lost it a long time ago.
"So are you still dating that one kid? You know the short one?"
She rolled her eyes, she knew his name, and just because she was freakishly tall didn't give her the right to call everyone she towers over short. "Yes, and I have been since freshman year."
"Right." Vianka nodded boredly, "Yeah well, I still don't get how you don't get tired of one person for all those years, like doesn't the sex get boring?"
Teresa stayed quiet, staring at her lap.
"Wait what?" She gasped, "You mean you guys still haven't banged yet?"
She shrugged and looked away from her friend's leering eyes.
"It's been like eight thousand years and your little prude-ass still wont let him touch you?"
Teresa frowned, "It's been three, and besides, he wants to wait until marriage."
"No way," Vianka's jaw dropped open, "you're kidding? Oh my god, what a pussy."
She shrugged, "Nothing wrong with saving yourself."
Teresa got off the bed, minding her nails in the process. She walked to her vanity and began applying a thin coat of lip gloss.
"So, are you cool with it? Or do you wanna ride that-"
"Vianka, please, I'm not like you okay? If he wants to wait, then I'll wait with him, no big deal."
She looked at her friend's reflection, "You're lying."
Teresa pouted, why did she even try to lie? Her best friend always saw though it.
"Okay, so maybe we've both been wanting to," she confessed, "but..we can't-well, he can't."
"Can't get it up?" Vianka quirked an over-plucked brow.
"No!" She turned around and leaned in a little closer to whisper, "We were supposed to do it on his sixteenth birthday a while ago, but, that was the same day he got the fucking ring."
"Ring?" She reiterated quietly before cackling obnoxiously at her poor friend, "You mean a fucking purity ring?"
Teresa sat there unamused, taking in all the laughs coming from her whore-mouth.
"Oh you poor thing," She managed to say after catching her breath, "so you're really gonna let some dumb ring come between you and your man?"
"It's not just the ring, it's his family. They don't really like leaving us alone and my sister hates it when he comes here, plus I mean, last time we tried something at his house we got caught, they're just too religious to trust us alone."
"Wow." Vianka said. "So the farthest you've ever gone is kissing?"
Teresa turned back around to her vanity, mumbling, "Well, not exactly.."
"What?" Her friend jumped off her friend and sat next to her on the small seat, "What have you guys done?"
"Well, I mean, yesterday in his brother's car we kinda..touched?"
"You let him finger you?" Vianka wailed before cupping her mouth due to a stern look from her friend, "sorry."
"I wish," she rolled her eyes, "No I just sorta, gave him a lap dance I guess?"
"Ooh, sexy." Vianka snorted, "Give me one, baby." She pulled her friend into her lap and held onto her hips. Teresa laughed at her, "It was everything but sexy, he had to do it for me."
"Oh, dry sex then, I get it." She nodded her head in understanding, "White girls can't twerk."
"Some of them can, but not this one," She giggled, "Or you."
"Doesn't matter, as long as I know how to take it." Vianka smirked.
"Oh yeah, I've been meaning to ask you." Teresa's voice got small as she asked, "Does it hurt?"
"What, you mean having sex?" She nodded.
"Uh, yeah it hurts like a bitch the first time," She noticed how wide her friend's eyes got, quickly comforting her, "No, but it feels better like, eventually."
Teresa gave her an unconvinced look.
"Okay, like now, it's fun, I like it. Enough that I'm into threesomes."
She slapped a hand over her mouth, "No! You're lying-"
Vianka shook her head, grinning, "Nope. A while back, with Travis and his best friend or something, Gamzee."
Teresa's face had a mix of disgust and disappointment in it, "No," she shook her head, "Gamzee? He's gross."
"Yeah, he's pretty nasty." Vianka nodded and cackled, "But he's alright, I mean, he wasn't gentle or anything like Travis, but I liked it, y'know? I like it rough."
Teresa sighed, "You know you've got a perfect boyfriend who would do anything for you and never hurt you and you still like to cheat on him and settle for less."
"He's not my boyfriend," She mentioned, "we just have really really good sex together, so I keep him around."
"He's a nice guy." Her friend insisted.
"Exactly! He's too much of a pussy -like, ugh I don't even know, just ugh." she drawled out the word like she was gagging on it.
"Whatever." Teresa rolled her eyes.
"Yeah," she sighed, "now get off, fat ass, you're breaking my thighs."
"Am I really getting heavy?" She beamed, getting up to stand on her bed and check her ass out in the mirror.
"Pretty decent for a white girl," Vianka shrugged, eyeing her friends small ass shamelessly, "it's better than me."
Teresa looked at her friend before agreeing. She was tall, skinny, and pretty much flat. Just like her, except, Teresa was barely five feet tall while Vianka hovered near six feet. They were often mistaken for sisters when they were younger for always being together and having dark hair, blue eyes, and glasses.
"What are you now? B?"
"Almost." Teresa looked down to cup her breasts.
"It doesn't matter, you can wear a push up bra, smaller bras make your boobs look bigger too."
She gave her friend a scoff before going to her drawer and pulling out the only undergarments she had that weren't training bras or floral panties.
"Where am I gonna get a push up bra that fits me with my conservative mother and big boobed sister?"
"Yeah, your sister's got huge tits, kinda weird how you came out flat. But I mean, these are nice," She picked up a lacy bra and thong, "Where'd you get 'em?"
"Stole them from my sister."
Vianka gave her a thumbs up, "Nice, do they fit?"
Teresa scratched her arm and gave her a small smile, "Yeah," she picked up the bra and held it up to her chest, "these are from her freshmen days."
She whistled, "Damn, does Karson know about them?"
"Yes."
"Does he like them?"
"I don't know," She shook her head, "the sad part is he'd never even seen me in them."
"Oh no," She feigned melancholy, before snorting and suggesting,"Why don't you send him a picture?"
"What?" Teresa gasped, "You mean like a nude?"
Her friend wiggled her eyebrows and opened her mouth to say more, but was interrupted by her sister swinging open the door, "Who the fuck keeps yelling?"
Both girls watched the older girl walk towards them and scream, "Huh? What? Are you guys deciding to be quiet now?"
Teresa sat on the lingerie to hide it from Lorena. Busty, curvy, tall Lorena in all her aggressive glory.
"Geez, did someone forget her meds again?" Vianka crossed her arms.
"You," She pointed, "get out. And for your information I ran out, I'm going to get more today. So stop worrying about me and get the hell out of my house."
Vianka rolled her eyes before getting up, "Whatever, bye Teresa."
After bumping shoulders with her friend's sister, she said, "I don't know if I like you better high or bitchy."
"Get the fuck out."
Vianka blew a kiss with her red nails before closing the door.
Lorena eyed the color of her nails thoughtfully, it looked too familiar to be mistaken..she turned to her sister and saw her nail polish on the vanity.
Her thin brows shot down as soon as she saw her two favorite bottles nearly half empty. "What did I say about touching my stuff? Stop fucking taking my shit Teresa!" Said girl flinched, shaken by her sister's venomous voice.
"Sorry.." She looked down, too afraid to talk back to her.
"And stop bringing that girl here, I hate her."
Lorena hated everything when she didn't take her pills for her ADHD.
"Okay.." Teresa murmured, completely at mercy to her enraged sister.
The only response she got was a dirty look and the smashing of her room door.
Letting a relieved sigh out, she laid back and buried her face with a pillow. Teresa began contemplating whether or not to take her friend's advice. She eyed her phone resting on her bedside table, charging. Maybe she should give him a taste of what he's missing. She took the lacy undergarments in one hand and reached for her phone with the other before staggering down to the bathroom.
Karson dropped the Xbox controller onto the carpet in a fit of frustration. His friend had, unsurprisingly, beaten him again.
He heard his friend laugh maniacally and looked his way, "Your gameth weak bro."
"Suck my fucking dick." He wasn't in the mood for Sergio's triumphant remarks on how much better he was at video games than him. It was already a shitty Sunday, his dad didn't look at him during church and he went in there feeling guilty for not asking for forgiveness like he was supposed to do yesterday.
Kenley made sure to hide his car keys and stay at home, daring his brother to disobey his father's demand to leave the house. He scoffed at the lack of trust, he wasn't even going to go have sex or smoke anyways, he'd made plans to hang out with Sergio today and since he couldn't go anywhere, Sergio came to him.
"Woah," he put his hands up, "don't you have a girlfriend for that?"
"Pshh," Karson rolled his eyes, "I have a girlfriend to get me in trouble."
Sergio set his controller down, "Oh, did you guys get caught while she had your dick in her mouth-"
"Shut the fuck up!" He whispered harshly, in fear that his brother had heard.
His lanky shoulders shrugged, "Sorry bro,"
Sighing, Karson leaned her head back and ran a hand through his messy, curly locks, "It seems like everyone's getting laid except for me."
"Because you don't want to."
"Because I can't." He held his ring finger out before switching to his middle finger to flick his friend off.
The sandy blonde returned the gesture. "You can do whatever you want honestly, it's not like the ring's physically preventing you from plugging Teresa."
His dark brows shot down, "I know that, do you think I'm fucking retarded? Its just my fucking dad won't even let me think about her with out making me feel guilty."
Sergio gave his friend a lazy grin, "Dude are you still scared of your dad?"
His entire face scrunched up in a way that said fuck you. Karson rubbed his face with both hands before sighing, "No, I'm fucking scared of God."
The blond only shook his head, abandoning faith like the heathen he was.
"I stopped listening to my dad a long time ago," he mentioned, "You think Aria's mom would ever let us bang?"
Karson stayed silent, thinking his friend's words over.
"Sneak out, sext, I don't know man."
Karson wet two fingers to slick back his unruly, bushy eyebrows. He stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, furrowing his brows at his baggy eyes. He knew he wasn't getting much sleep, not with the incessant guilt from wearing out his purity ring.
He decided to take it off, and although it didn't weigh much, he still felt like a thousand pounds of grief went off with it. He rolled his shoulders back and cracked his neck. In the midst of stretching and flexing his muscles he took both his shirt and shorts off. The khaki cargos hit the tile floor heavily and he realized his phone was still in his pocket, he fished it out and briefly checked for cracks before setting it on the sink.
His friend had left a couple minutes after having dinner with them, leaving Karson to cool off with a nice shower and a good nights sleep before having to face his brother and father again tomorrow. He stared intently at his reflection now, eyeing the sparse, wispy facial hair above his lip and on his chin. He was practically a man now, what business did his father have bossing him around like a child? He set his jaw, puffing his chest out a little higher to ease his masculine ego.
At least Teresa thought he was a man.
What with her tiny frame and soft skin making him feel much bigger than he really was. And her delicate little nose and small hands feeling him, smelling his musky scent. If she got close enough he could just barely smell her shampoo, pretty flowers and fresh fruit. He never thought a thing like smell could even remotely turn him on but here he was, half-hard and in need of a cold shower.
He set his boxers a little lower on his hips, leaving the beginning of dark hair and lean muscle exposed. Whatever, with the purity ring already off he let himself indulge in his fantasies about her. He closed his eyes, biting his lip when he pictured them together in his bed, sweaty and panting.
Something buzzed, pulling him out of his daze. He glared at his phone, ready to throw it at the wall if it was Gamzee asking to smoke again.
Instead, he found a message from his girlfriend. He opened the attachment to find a picture of lacy lingerie sticking to her small body.
What do you think papi? (;
He swallowed hard, allowing his eyes to scan all over her indecent body. Her beautifully blasphemous body.
He texted a quick uuuuuuuy(; before setting his phone down and jumping into a much-needed cold shower.
Cool drops of water still dripped down his neck. He tousled his hair with the towel once more, shaking out the wet curls.
He'd just finished putting on a t-shirt and basketball shorts and God, did it feel nice to be in clean clothes after a refreshing shower. He felt at complete ease, not even troubling himself with his family tonight. He just wanted to climb in bed and go to sleep with Teresa being the only thing on his mind.
But, of course, his plans were ruined by his older brother coming into his room. He swore if he was just here to bid him goodnight he'd start locking his door.
"Karson, come out here immediately." He said through the ajar door.
He shrugged it off, "Look, I know I left my dirty clothes on the floor, I'll pick them up tomorrow morning."
Kenley swung the door wide open and demanded he come out. Karson followed, surprised to see his father was up this late. It was an hour short of midnight, and Sr. Valdez always got up early to pray. He was also not expecting his girlfriend seated at one end of the dining table, her mother and sister at either of her sides; staring down the teenagers with their crossed arms.
Teresa kept her head bowed. His pulse sped up tenfold, struggling to make out a sentence, he rasped, "What's going on?"
"Take a seat, son." His dad pulled the chair out directly in front of Teresa's. Who died?
Karson took his seat and Kenley took his place next to his father. Towering over the children exactly like the girls on the other side.
Samuel took a long breath before starting, "Karson, Ms. Perry showed up just a few minutes ago with her daughters. She wanted us to talk about this as a family."
He flinched at the words as a family. Was Teresa pregnant? Could his sperm really travel from his boxers to her completely clothed body?
"Teresa, I-" He began, only to be interrupted by her sister. "We know."
His brows danced and she rolled her eyes, "The nude? We know."
Teresa hid her face in her hands while Karson's cheek twitched before his entire face twisted into an uncomfortably awkward expression.
"Oh."
Lorena watched bitterly, "Oh? You get my little sister to exploit herself like that and all you can say is 'oh'?"
He tilted his head, confused that she would say something like that. Before he could ask though, her mother spoke up. "Lorena, stop."
She put both hands on her youngest daughter's shoulders, "This is obviously a very touchy situation for both of them and you don't need to be attacking him."
Lorena recrossed her arms, "I'm not attacking him."
Kenley met her cold gaze and immediately looked away, unable to look her in the eyes. His dad kept quiet the whole time.
Her mother's lips set into a thin line and began questioning him. "Karson, where exactly were you-"
"God, mom please stop prosecuting him."
There was an uneasy silence that overcame the group. Karson didn't know how to deal with embarrassment and thought the entire thing was just to belittle him so he took to being short. "Okay, so why are you here?" He said to no one in particular, not bold enough to meet anyone's eyes.
If looks could kill..
"You mean other than the fact that you just broke the law? We thought we'd pay our favorite Boricuas a visit." Lorena spit.
Kenley, seeing his brother resign sheepishly in his seat, spoke up. He knew a thing or two about sexting. "Actually, since Karson is also a minor and roughly the same age as your sister, they technically didn't break any laws. Especially when he had no intentions of sending the picture to anyone else, right?"
Karson was too baffled by his brother taking his side and standing up for him to respond smoothly. And instead gave a lame, eager nod.
Lorena's eyebrows bounced on her pretty face, clearly displeased with being tried. "It doesn't matter, he's still in possession of child pornography."
Both parents looked down at their children in a mix of disappointment and uncomfortable silence. Teresa and Karson stole shameful glances at each other, staring down at the table when one of them would catch the other.
Kenley and Lorena were the ones who were lively. Using this dispute to break the ice after months of not talking to one another.
"That may be. But she's guilty for creation and distribution of said child pornography."
That was what made Teresa break. The official charge; she took a naked picture of herself and sent it to her boyfriend who wasn't asking for it. And here they all were, fighting about who's fault it is that she's a slut. She knew her mother was disappointed, her sister furious, but she couldn't bear the shame of everyone else's opinion. His father wouldn't even look her in the eye, and she knew her motormouth brother would let everyone know by tomorrow. And Karson, her innocent boyfriend whom was being tainted by her stupid mistakes.
"I'm sorry okay?" She said to Kenley, angry first and then took to burying her hands in her face and sobbing.
An uncomfortable silence fell upon the table, broken only by her anachronistic heaving.
Their father spoke for the first time that night, "Kenley, Karson, please step outside with Teresa's sister, her mother and I have some things to discuss with her."
Said mother looked up from her crying daughter to lock eyes with the patriarch. Switching from his lingering gaze only to nod to her oldest daughter to leave.
Karson and Kenley took the lead, finding no problem with getting out of that messy room but regretting it when they realized they'd be stuck with Lorena for a few minutes. Karson unlocked the backdoor but his brother held it open for Lorena, out of respect. He swore.
He shut the door firmly behind him and sighed to the sight before him; Karson and Lorena on either sides of the lawn. The fenced land and bushes only taking up more room in the already small yard. He sat on the brick under the door, waiting for someone to say something.
"Assholes."
Of course.
"Lorena," Kenley tried to reason.
"Both of you," she shook her head, not having it. She approached Karson, a grand total of four steps, and sized him up. She stood at his height give or take an inch.
Karson rolled his shoulders, attempting to conceal how scared he truly was. Even though Lorena was attacking him for no reason, he still found himself to be the guilty one. "I'm sorry." He bit an apology, because what else could he say.
"I don't care. Sorry doesn't change anything." She said, folding her arms over her chest and frowning at the boy.
Said boy stared hopelessly at his brother, silently pleading him to come in and save him. Kenley relented, not because of his brother but because he had unfinished business with Lorena. Kenley let out a long sigh before stepping in. Lorena held a barricading arm out, stopping him from getting any closer.
"Just a minute, I want to let your brother know where he stands with me." She cleared her throat.
"Karson Valdez." She sized him up, shaking her head with a grim smile. "I don't think my sister could've picked a more terrible boyfriend."
He pursed his lips, letting her have at him. Better her than her mother, he supposed.
"Well, that is," Lorena sneered, "unless she was dating your brother."
Kenley's lips tugged down, accepting the insult. "Alright, Lorena that's enough-"
"I said one minute!" She snapped.
Both brothers stared silently at the floor while she berated them.
Meanwhile inside, Teresa endured the scorn of both parents.
The adults looked down at the teenage girl, thoroughly disappointed. She stared at her fingers, remembering when she painted them. While she was with Vianka. God, this was all her fault.
"You aren't respecting his wishes for his son, Teresa. They clearly don't want him to be involved with premarital sex, so why are you coaxing him?"
Teresa gave a small shrug, not knowing what to say. She was the prosecutee for the first time. "I didn't know how much trouble one small nude could get me in.."
"It is child pornography. This is against both their morals and the law, in every single state.
"I could have you both sent to jail to teach you a lesson, however it certainly looks bad when a lawyer's daughter and preacher's son get sent to prison for sexting."
She calmed down when she heard her daughter start crying again. Samuel kept his mouth shut and eyes respectively away from the scene. She sighed, having to apologize to the Christian man. "I'm sorry for coming over so late. And for any tension this may have stirred with you and your son. Karson is a really good boy, I'm sorry for my daughter's wrongful advances."
Where did she go wrong in raising her youngest daughter? She thought she knew better. "What even compelled you to do this?"
"I don't know, V-Vianka said-"
Her mother's eyes narrowed, Marissa's daughter. "I thought I told you to stop talking to that girl."
"Now apologize to Mr. Valdez." Her daughter stayed silent.
"Teresa," Her mother warned.
"I'm sorry Mr. Valdez." Teresa said to the table, not daring to meet his eyes. "I don't even know why I did it."
He found himself in a very touchy situation, he had mixed feelings for the poor girl. He knew she loved his son very much and that the love was returned, but he had to do what he saw fit for Karson. Her mother rubbed circles on her baby's shoulders. Truthfully she wanted to punish her daughter more, but at the moment, when Teresa was at her softest, she relented.
Samuel cleared his throat. "I understand you made a mistake, but I think it would be in everyone's best interest that you two take a break from being so intimate."
She held a hand to her chest, clutching the necklace Karson gave her on their anniversary. A small, undistinguished cross, that could either be the first letter of her name, or a symbol of his beloved sacred religion.
Seeing the girl all shaken up make him blink. "I didn't mean you guys should break up." He added quickly. "I meant,"
She looked up, curious.
"I want the two of you to explore your own interests and find yourselves first before making any long-term decisions."
Teresa looked at her mother, who only shrugged. "You have to honor his wishes and make amends for disrespecting his beliefs."
She swallowed and took a deep breath, wiping away the last of her tears. "Thank you for being so understanding Mr. Valdez."
He rubbed his hands together and smiled. "No worries Teresa. Thank you for coming over and sharing the problem with all of us."
She nodded and obeyed her mother's order to get her sister.
"And if I ever see you at my house, either of you, I swear to-"
"Lorena?" Teresa peeked her head out from the door. Looking for her sister and only her. "C'mon it's time to go."
"Teresa," Karson quickly called after her only to have the door shut and a glare courtesy of her sister.
Lorena pushed her hair behind her shoulders and stared down both of the boys while leaving. "Remember what I said, Valdez."
She shut the door behind her and the brothers stood in stunned silence once again.
He didn't know how long he'd been standing there, but if Kenley still wanted to let some girl make him her bitch then it was on him. Karson left the door half open for his brother. When he came back in the lights were turned off and everyone was gone.
"Karson." His father called from the kitchen.
"Ah?" He replied, looking at the clock.
"Give me your cellphone."
His father made his way out of the kitchen as he said this.
Karson blunk. He already deleted the nude, what else could his father possibly want. "Why?"
He met his hard glare and immediately put his hand in his pocket, drawing his phone out. "Karson please, I'm doing this for you."
"Doing what?" He asked, slightly terrified of his father's justification.
"Just for a while. I want you to see that there are more important things than relationships at this point of your life."
Karson felt strangled. Why was his father being so soft on him? What was he trying to say?
"Papi, que paso con Teresa."
Samuel only set a strong hand on his son's shoulder and took his phone with the other. "Both me and her mother agreed you two should take a break from intimacy and find your own individual selves for the time being."
Karson swallowed. "How long?"
"As long as you need."
He needed his girlfriend now. He needed to talk to her. He needed his phone.
"Papi, por favor."
"Goodnight son." And his father and cellphone were gone with out another word.
this things been collecting dust forever my bad guys :/
and thank you for the love im really glad u guys are enjoying my barely updated fic