{"id":777,"date":"2014-04-18T00:17:53","date_gmt":"2014-04-18T00:17:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jenfrederick.com\/?p=777"},"modified":"2014-04-18T00:17:53","modified_gmt":"2014-04-18T00:17:53","slug":"charlotte-xxv","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jenfrederick.com\/test\/charlotte-xxv\/","title":{"rendered":"Charlotte XXV"},"content":{"rendered":"

Nathan<\/em><\/span>

My time with Charlotte flies by. I had taken her presence in my life for granted and it isn\u2019t until she is gone that I realize how much she is part of my daily routine. Even before we touched each other in ways that I\u2019d fantasized about, she was always\u00a0there.<\/em>And now she\u2019s not.\u00a0<\/span>

Nick feels it too. In the week following her departure, after the whispered private promises and the tear filled public goodbyes\u2014her tears, not mine\u2014we are both uncharacteristically quiet.\u00a0<\/span>

\u201cMiss her man.\u201d Nick powers down the car window as we speed to class. \u201cDidn\u2019t think I would because Skype and shit. And because she\u2019s been out of school for weeks. But I still expect her to be home ready to hear all the crap that went on at school.\u201d\u00a0<\/span>

\u201cYup,\u201d I answer. My feelings are too intense to give them much verbal play. I don\u2019t want to sound like a preteen who is so insecure that he keeps checking his phone to see if the girl he likes has responded to his last text. But Christ, I do miss her in so many ways.\u00a0<\/span>

I miss her small body next to mine at night. I miss her fingers running through my hair as I sit on the floor to study. She\u2019d lie on the bed and prop her chin on my shoulder, pretending to read but more often distracting me because she claimed I smelled too good not to lick. Taking a deep breath, I drive those thoughts away so I don\u2019t walk into the school with a hard on so massive my backpack won\u2019t cover it.<\/span>

Yes. Fuck. I miss her.\u00a0<\/span>

\u201cGuess you\u2019ll have to get used to missing each other if you\u2019re going to spend four years after graduation in the military,\u201d Nick muses.<\/span>

Guilt spears me because I\u00a0still<\/em>\u00a0haven\u2019t told Charlotte. I meant to but then I was distracted by sex. I\u2019m a seventeen year old male whose girlfriend wanted to be taught how to give a blow job. Nothing would have steered me away from that course of action. Not a tornado, a five alarm fire, or confessions about future plans.<\/span>

And there I go again. The jeans are feeling too tight again. I have to stop thinking about Charlotte and sex. At least for the next eight hours or so. After? Once I\u2019m back in my bedroom, I\u2019ll be jerking it like a madman. My hand will probably be calloused by the time she gets back. I can just picture it. \u201cWhy Nathan, your hand is so rough. Been working out much?\u201d<\/span>
\u201cYeah, I fapped every night for three hours looking at your pictures, smelling your pillow, and remembering your tongue all over my body.\u201d<\/span>
I\u2019m not sure whether she\u2019ll be disgusted or turned on.\u00a0<\/span>

As if he\u2019s reading my mind, Nick asks, \u201cThink it will be hard to go without? I mean, like I can\u2019t not have sex every weekend or I think my brain processes shut down.\u201d\u00a0<\/span>

\u201cNice Nick. Real classy.\u201d<\/span>

\u201cWhat?\u201d He raises his hands trying for the innocent look. \u201cThere are guys out there who are only pleasuring one woman and there are guys\u2014like you\u2014who aren\u2019t having sex at all. I\u2019m doing both genders a favor by picking up the slack.\u201d<\/span>

Shaking my head, I snort. \u201cIf that helps you sleep at night. Hope you are wrapping it up. No need for little Jacksons running around before you graduate. Not to mention disease.\u201d\u00a0<\/span>

\u201cThanks a lot for jinxing me. Next girl I see, I\u2019ll impregnate. I\u2019m going to blame it on you.\u201d<\/span>

\u201cYou can blame anything you want on me. You\u2019re the one whose life will end when Dad finds out.\u201d\u00a0<\/span>

This shuts Nick down. \u201cI\u2019m just sleeping with Josie and have been for like three months now.\u201d<\/span>

Josie is a senior at an all girl\u2019s Catholic school. She lives on the eighth floor. I\u2019m sure Nick picked her because of the easy access. \u00a0\u201cI know. I\u2019m just messing with you.\u201d<\/span>

When we get to school, I check the time. Charlotte is seven hours ahead so right now she\u2019s probably getting out of treatment or tutoring. We don\u2019t have a good lock on her schedule yet. I send her a quick text.<\/span>

Heading to class. If you\u2019re learning German, get all the good curse words. And then how\u00a0to say I want to lick your breasts.<\/em><\/span>

As soon as I send it, I realize that this is a bad idea. I don\u2019t want Charlotte asking anyone about sex over there. What if her tutor is a guy and thinks she\u2019s coming on to him.<\/span>

Scratch that. Just the curse words. English is fine for me. I know a lot of ways to say\u00a0<\/em>I want you\u00a0in English.<\/em>\u00a0<\/span>

Charlotte: (1\/2)\u00a0ROFL. My tutor is a Swiss Miss. She looks like she belongs on the package of those horrible hot chocolate drink packages that had the dried\u00a0marshmallows. Remember those? I loved those.\u00a0<\/em><\/span>

Charlotte:\u00a0(2\/2) She\u2019s actually not teaching me anything because I\u2019m still in the testing stage so basically she just has me reading. I\u2019m supposed to call her Frau Kielholz but since she looks like she might only be a few years older than me she agreed I could call her Reta.<\/em><\/span>

The bell rings. I try texting and running into the building.\u00a0<\/span>

\u201cAsk her if Reta is hot,\u201d Nick says waving his phone at me. Charlotte is texting us both at the same time. He speeds off toward his class and I run up the stairs for Advanced Comp. \u00a0<\/span>

Is sh hot? N wants to kno.<\/em><\/span>

Charlotte:\u00a0Please. It\u2019s like hot genes barfed all over here. Everyone is hot. Even the 90 year old grandmothers are hot. It\u2019s depressing. Never come here Nate. Promise me.<\/em><\/span>

Nate:\u00a0Promise to find no one hotter than you.<\/em><\/span>

Charlotte:\u00a0Lame. Luv Ux1000.<\/em><\/span>

Nate:\u00a0Luv U<\/em><\/span>

When the noon bell rang, I lope down to the entrance, taking the stairs two, three at a time. Near the bottom, I use the railing and catapult myself past three sets of slowpokes. As I\u2019m adjusting my backpack that slipped off my shoulder as I was vaulting five feet downward, I feel a shove against my shoulder. More like in my pectoral area than my shoulder. Looking down I see the angry face of Charlotte\u2019s friend Greta.<\/span>

\u201cWhoa there. You drunk this morning?\u201d I straighten her by her shoulders and set her out of my way. I hear the click of a camera phone. It\u2019s another girl whose name I can\u2019t ever remember. Sarah, Susan, Shelly. One of those. I don\u2019t really care though so I just continue to walk past them until Greta\u2019s next words stop me in my tracks.<\/span>

\u201cYour girl off to get her abortion?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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