Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Three's Company ❯ Veneers ( Chapter 2 )

DISCLAIMERS:

The characters in this story I made up. All of them. I may have borrowed some characteristics from people I know, but they don't care and you don't know them. Actual events are not based off of anything real...that I know of anyway. If something happens in this story that you've experienced first hand… We. Need. To. Talk!

InuYasha is written by Takahashi Rumiko. It is a real manga that is referred to briefly in this chapter. I do not own it. (Dammit!) It belongs to its writer and publisher. The yaoi mangas referred to are made up out of the dark pit I call my mind.

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WARNINGS:

If you are a HOMOPHOBE, DO NOT CONTINUE!

If you are a MONOGAMIST, DO NOT CONTINUE!

THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING—EXPICIT SCENES WILL FOLLOW…well, this chapter has a slight lemony scent.

Thank you and enjoy!

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Three days later, Alice's heart still sped up every time she thought about the conversation with Finn. Her body did other stuff too, but, well, she tried not to think about that.

“I'm bi.”

Jeez! She'd nearly stroked out when he'd told her that! She knew she must've had the most idiotic look on her face while she'd processed those two words. Once they'd hit her neural complex, or whatever it was that translated sound into language, a slow heat had spiraled low in her belly. She'd looked away to try and get it under control, but she still believed he may have gotten the wrong idea maybe thinking she was embarrassed. She hadn't been embarrassed, she'd been…aroused. Alice shook her head to stop the memories from taking her down a road she was in no position to travel. At the moment, she was walking home from the bookstore—she'd spent her bus money on, what else? Yaoi.

After his revelation, they'd kept talking for awhile and then sort of made a date to meet back at the bookshop Friday. She only had one class and he seemed to have an open schedule to do whatever he wanted. She smiled at the thought of seeing him again. Maybe this time, she could give him a better impression of herself instead of the idiot she'd acted like the last time.

“Alice!”

She recognized the voice, closed her eyes and sent up a useless prayer. However, she did not stop walking. Maybe ignoring him would make him go away.

“Aal-iiss!”

Oh, god; both of them? Paul and Leslie Chandler were the holier-than-thou children of the holier-than-thou pastor at one of the churches her dad was affiliated with. They were Nordic blonds, beautiful and plastic down to their veneers. Their entire family had them. Alice figured a special must've been running at the Smile Doctor at the strip mall. Inwardly groaning, she decided that this was her punishment for Finn…or the yaoi, or both, she supposed. Stopping, she took a deep breath and put on her “face” before she turned around.

“Hey, Paul! Hey, Leslie!” She injected enough cheer in her voice to get a squad started. They speed-walked to catch up to her, each exuding a disgusting and slightly phony wholesomeness that made her want to hurt someone. Preferably them—either one or both would be excellent. Their veneers shone brightly lighting the path to her.

“We thought you didn't hear us,” said Leslie. How could I not? You shriek like a banshee! Alice mentally rolled her eyes, but kept the cheer-face on.

“I didn't, not at first.” A blatant, unrepentant lie.

“Paul's been missing you at the group socials.”

“Paul can't speak for himself?” Oops. She forced a smile to soften the mockery. They didn't notice. Paul's veneers flashed as if she'd made a joke.

“Sure I can! I've wanted to talk to you, you know, privately.” Well, if Leslie didn't get that hint, there was seriously no hope for her. Although…if she missed her cue, then Alice wouldn't be left alone with this prick. Leslie smiled. Flash!

“Then why don't I just walk ahead and give you two a moment then?” Flash!—went the veneers again. Shit. Alice gritted her teeth into a phony grin as she watched the little heifer jog ahead. Mentally praying for calm and tact, she figured the quicker she could get this started, the faster it would be over.

“Well?” She hoped it didn't sound as impatient as she felt.

“We-ell… You know the social is gonna be coming up next month.” Flash! “I've been trying to call you about it. I've had a lot of girls calling me about it, you know, and I've been consistently turning them down since, you know, we have an understanding and all.” Flash!

No, she didn't know. What she did know is that their parents had been trying to hook them up since she was thirteen and he was fifteen; it didn't matter what the occasion, she was always his date and vice-versa. It had gotten old fast for her, especially after she'd figured out that Paul felt it was a privilege for anyone, especially her, to be at his side. Unfortunately, he'd never grown out of it. All the hints she'd tried to throw at him had been deflected by his veneer shielding.

She'd even tried going to her mother, on the slim chance that she'd help out. What a useless effort that had been…

“Sweetie, he's such a nice boy! And so handsome! He's going to school to be a doctor! Any girl'd be lucky to have him. You should be nicer to him, invite him over more often. He really likes you.”

Translation: Be glad he's even looking at you and don't screw it up.

After that, she didn't even bother to try her dad, knowing he'd be ten times worse. She sighed deeply and loudly.

“Yeah, I know. I told your mom that you should be the one to pick out your own dress, but she insisted.” Whoa. Wait. What? How long had she been zoning and what the hell was he talking about?

“Insisted on what again?”

“Me picking out what you're going to wear to the social. But don't worry!” Flash! “You're going to look so cute with me despite your drab coloring!” Alice stopped dead in her tracks. The hell…! Leslie's timing was as en pointe as usual as she bounced back to add her worthless two cents.

“I was with him and he's soooo right!” Flash! “It's such a cute outfit—goes great with that muddy hair of yours! And he's going to wear a shirt or a tie that will match…” She squealed. Alice vaguely wondered if she'd squeal like that if she wrapped her hands around her neck and squeezed—

“Hey, Sis!” She turned to see her brother pull up next to them. “You want a ride the rest of the—whoa!” He jumped back as she flung open the door.

“Yesss!” She didn't give him the chance to finish his sentence and jumped into the car. “Go. Now,” she ordered. “Don't wave, don't say good-bye. Just drive.” She'd deal with the repercussions of leaving them standing there later. At least they'd be upright and breathing, which she wouldn't have been able to guarantee had she stood there one second longer. She exhaled as Adam pulled away from the blond nightmares, which were still standing where she left them. He looked in the rear mirror and chuckled.

“What happened this time?” She made a rude noise and rolled her eyes.

“Same ol'. They had that blond idiot pick out a dress for me for the social!” Her voice went an octave higher as a result of her incredulity. Adam glanced her way, briefly, also surprised.

“You're kidding me?”

“It'd be a bad joke.” Adam shook his head in commiseration and Alice turned in the seat to look at him. Muddy hair looked better on him as well as brown eyes. Well, his weren't as brown as hers. She had mud for hair, mud for eyes… And he wasn't overweight either. “I know why they're pushing him on me.”

“Don't jump to any conclusions,” he warned.

“It's not much of a leap. They think I can't do any better.”

“Liss—“ Adam groaned.

“I'm serious! He's `it' for me as far as they're concerned,” she ended in a mutter and slumped back into the seat.

“You act like he's repulsive or something.”

“No, the plastic coating hides all the gooey ickyness that's inside.” Adam laughed which made her smile too and they rode in a comfortable silence for a while. Alice's thoughts turned back to Finn.

He was better looking than Paul, but he didn't make her feel like he was. He'd just talked to her, and she to him like normal people. But then, if you put Finn and Paul side by side, Paul would look like a child, while Finn definitely did not. And just like that, the wicked warmth began to pool between her legs as she pictured Finn bending, not Paul, but Adam over a table and…and… SHIT! SHIT! Oh my GOD! I'm getting wet thinking about him doing my bro—… What the hell am I thinking? She leaned her hot forehead against the window and tried to control her breathing and her thoughts.

“Adam?” She said when she had herself under control.

“Hmm?”

“What would you do if I…I dunno, suddenly started cursing, declared I was bi or started showing a preference for Emo Rock or something like that?”

“What? Why?” He was glaring at the car that just cut him off, half listening.

“I'm just asking!”

“I don't know…that'd be so out of character for you, I'd probably take you to the nearest hospital so they could treat you for Tourette's or brain damage or whatever.”

“Oh.” So, you'd think something would be wrong, huh? Would you still love me, though? She asked him silently. I know Mom and Dad would shit bricks from now until the second coming, but you…will I have to keep hiding myself from you, too? Subdued and depressed, she sat silently and consoled herself with thoughts of Finn and yaoi until they pulled into the driveway.

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Finn was also thinking about Alice.

He'd started doing a charcoal sketch of her, trying to figure out what was drawing him to her. She was nowhere near his normal pick-up type, and he wasn't thinking only about her looks. She was hiding those away anyhow under a fake veneer or façade of butt-ugly clothing. She also thought she was overweight. Well, she might not be supermodel thin and could stand to lose a couple pounds, but he liked the idea of being able to sink into softness. His eyes went a little unfocused thinking about that.

He shook his head to clear those thoughts away and started sketching again while trying to determine why she fascinated him. She was naïve. She was sexy as hell. She was also greener than God's earth had ever been—he could see it in her eyes. He took his finger and did some shading around the eyes he'd just sketched.

No matter what she thought she knew he knew exactly how much she didn't know. He was also surprised he was interested in a girl this time around. His most recent ex was a girl and he usually rotated between the two sexes. He drew a line and smudged it to create the nose of her face. She looked younger than twenty—she looked about 16. He was drawing her mouth now, and it wasn't turning out right. Frowning, he picked up a different type of pencil and tried again. Yeah. That was better.

Her mouth would be illegal on a sixteen year old. It was full—the top and bottom lips round and soft looking. His breathing hitched a little as he curved the lines on lower lip in the sketch a little bit more, because when she smiled, the top lip thinned out slightly, but that bottom lip… He inhaled deeply and determinedly finished the sketch. He hadn't realized he was fixated on her mouth until he started drawing it. He caressed the sketch's mouth softly, thinking about all the things he'd like it to do to him. And what he'd like to do to it.

He sat back in his chair and let his imagination run. He was already semi hard just from drawing her face. He leaned his head back and his eyes fell to half-mast as he imagined kissing that mouth and biting that lower lip. She'd like it—he knew she would. Maybe she'd even bite him back. Aw God! He pushed his shorts down and gripped his ready cock and stroked it as he imagined that lovely mouth on it…around it…

Pre-cum was leaking freely, so he took a finger, swirled it around in it, then stroked his dick up and down trying to imagine it as Alice's tongue. It was a poor copy, but he had an excellent imagination. He imagined peeling off that hideous sweater she'd had on, so he could see those lovely tits she had. He knew she had plenty, because despite the oversized clothes, they were visible. He wondered if her nipples were pink or brown… He reached over a shaking hand and pumped two squirts of lotion in it and began stroking himself in earnest.

“Hahh, hah,” he could almost feel her hands gripping his ass as she deep throated him. He pushed his shorts completely off and paused to lotion up his other hand and moved to the bed. He closed his eyes and began stroking his cock again, in his mind imagining it was Alice. He angled his body so his other hand could reach ass and began to finger his hole. His mind conjured up the image of Alice's lovely mouth rimming him, sticking her fingers up his ass, while her hand continued to stroke him into oblivion.

”Ah, Christ!” His head fell back and his hand tightened on his cock as he came fast and hard, his cum shooting up a good six inches before landing in a gooey, sticky puddle on his stomach and the bed. He panted as he milked his cock dry. He lifted his head up to look at the clock, and laughed.

“Ten minutes!” He chortled, “Bloody hell, it's like I'm back in middle school!” He lay back, grinning. It had been a while since he'd had sex or even jerked off. He counted a good three, four months at least. He'd been busy. His smile dimmed a bit as he recalled why, but he shook it off. Maybe he'd leave off the masturbation so that when he and Alice had sex, he could come that hard inside her… He began to get stiff just thinking about it.

“There goes that idea,” he muttered as he reached for the lotion and gripped his cock for another round featuring the plump and lovely Alice.