AnnaBeth
Supernova
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2016
Though she didn't want to smile, Brooke couldn't help but let a partial one move her lips when Mike said she was cute and nudged her in the side at the same time. It didn't last long, but it was there and it was helping. When he leaned back, Brooke stayed sitting up so that Mike's head ended up behind her on the bed. Brooke still hadn't changed out of her gym clothes but they weren't sweaty, just smelled a little bit like young woman and the body wash she used. Later Brooke would shower but her idea of leaving had meant her routine was off.
"I can't imagine that," she said, her hair shaking slightly on her back as she spoke. "I mean, Mr. Stevenson being like, well, like a boy. Not able to be cool about things and being handsy." What had Mr. Stevenson looked like when he was younger? Her age, not the same age as Tony. Brooke tried to remember if she'd seen any pictures of him around from back then, but most of them were of Claire from that time, and Samantha as a baby until now. Mr. Stevenson wasn't even in most of the pictures as an adult, either. It was so weird. You put up pictures of people you loved, and Brooke knew that Mr. Stevenson absolutely made Samantha and Claire the center of his world. Just look at all he did here that was traditionally women's work. Claire and Sam didn't raise a finger and Brooke remembered seeing Mr. Stevenson last summer, working on cleaning the house in a daily rotation that kept everything fresh. He even vacuumed when Claire wasn't home and Samantha and her were out or were at least awake so as not to disturb him. With all that, where were the pictures of him that they'd taken, that they wanted to look at and be reminded of someone they loved and someone they were proud of?
"Did you ever, I mean, with a girl? Did you ever start kissing with her and... touching? Upstairs I mean. And it got a little too much for you and you needed more and wanted her to help you but she didn't want to and you did it anyway?" That was the worst thing that had happened so far with Brooke's boyfriend. Not the worst as in painful, that had been losing her virginity to him and the utter lack of satisfaction it brought, only awkward shame and worry. But when he'd made Brooke touch him, and reach inside to finish, that was the worst. It just seemed like she hadn't had a choice. "Do you think Tony would have done that? He's not a boy. He's a man, like you, Mr. Stevenson. See, that's why I liked him. I don't think men would be like that."
"I can't imagine that," she said, her hair shaking slightly on her back as she spoke. "I mean, Mr. Stevenson being like, well, like a boy. Not able to be cool about things and being handsy." What had Mr. Stevenson looked like when he was younger? Her age, not the same age as Tony. Brooke tried to remember if she'd seen any pictures of him around from back then, but most of them were of Claire from that time, and Samantha as a baby until now. Mr. Stevenson wasn't even in most of the pictures as an adult, either. It was so weird. You put up pictures of people you loved, and Brooke knew that Mr. Stevenson absolutely made Samantha and Claire the center of his world. Just look at all he did here that was traditionally women's work. Claire and Sam didn't raise a finger and Brooke remembered seeing Mr. Stevenson last summer, working on cleaning the house in a daily rotation that kept everything fresh. He even vacuumed when Claire wasn't home and Samantha and her were out or were at least awake so as not to disturb him. With all that, where were the pictures of him that they'd taken, that they wanted to look at and be reminded of someone they loved and someone they were proud of?
"Did you ever, I mean, with a girl? Did you ever start kissing with her and... touching? Upstairs I mean. And it got a little too much for you and you needed more and wanted her to help you but she didn't want to and you did it anyway?" That was the worst thing that had happened so far with Brooke's boyfriend. Not the worst as in painful, that had been losing her virginity to him and the utter lack of satisfaction it brought, only awkward shame and worry. But when he'd made Brooke touch him, and reach inside to finish, that was the worst. It just seemed like she hadn't had a choice. "Do you think Tony would have done that? He's not a boy. He's a man, like you, Mr. Stevenson. See, that's why I liked him. I don't think men would be like that."