Chapter 6 - Shane

Why can't I find her!? 

It's been almost a week, a frustratingly unsuccessful week with no sign of her, so I'm trying Luke's idea and finally giving in to Carrie Lawson, who's been batting her eyes my way since the end of last year. 

The second Luke and Ruby disappear upstairs, she climbs onto my lap, pushing her lips over mine and her tongue diving straight into my mouth. I try to focus on her, to enjoy touching her body, she's willing enough, but I wish she would shiver and moan the way Rory had, just something to show she's enjoying it and she's not just going through the motions.

Stop thinking about her, focus!

She slides off my lap, unzipping my trousers and grinning up at me. It's obvious what she's about to do and surprisingly, it does absolutely nothing for me. Pulling my cock out of my trousers, she sucks and rubs it, trying in vain to bring it to life. Absolutely nothing, I can't believe it. The second it's guaranteed some action, it's asleep on the job, but I struggled to keep it down all last weekend after just a short fumble with Rory.

No, don't think about her!

As soon as she pops into my head my cock stiffens in Carrie's mouth, she smiles up at me triumphantly.

Shit, fine, let's do this then, see if I can get her out of my head this way.

I look at the ceiling, imagining it's Rory's mouth bobbing up and down on me. Grabbing Carrie's hair, I pretend it's soft red hair in my hand. She lets me control her movements, slowly at first, thinking about the way Rory squirmed, grinding herself against me, gasping and groaning when my hands grazed her skin. 

Tugging Carrie's hair to move her faster, I imagine big blue eyes peering up at me from my lap, her moans echoing in my ears and I can't stop myself blowing my load right down her throat.

"Shit Shane, a little warning might be nice." Carrie's irritated voice brings me back to reality, her face and hair are covered where she obviously pulled away and I can't help but laugh, letting her go.

"Sorry." I chuckle and she glares at me angrily, rushing upstairs to the bathroom to clean herself up.

"Nice look, Carrie." Luke cackles coming downstairs. "See, told you."

"Yeah." I slump down in the chair, staring at the TV, realising that fantasising about her probably isn't the best way to forget about her.

"Shit." Luke says, the edges of his mouth turned up into a smirk.

"What?" I snap.

"Tell me you weren't thinking of the naked girl when Carrie was sucking you off." I shrug and he whistles as he breathes out, squeezing my shoulder. "Shit, this is getting bad. Ok, next party mate, get her out your system."

"I'm going home." I mutter, ignoring his pitying gaze as I stomp to the front door. "Tell Carrie I'm sorry again, would you?"

There's something wrong with me.  

I drop down on my bed, looking at my search history on F******k, there's loads of Anne's from school, none of which are her, obviously, since it was a fake name, and the few Rory's I've found so far are mostly guys. I lie back, exhausted but too irritated to sleep.

She knows me, she knew exactly where to leave the jacket. Who the fuck is she?

Getting up again, I roll a cigarette, hanging out of the window to smoke it and trying to think clearly. My alarm clock flashes 01:03 at me, taunting me with my inability to sleep and I kick at the table, knocking it sideways so I can't see the time anymore. Glaring out of the window, my gaze drops to the window opposite, the blue light of a fish tank glows in the neighbours living room, illuminating an unnecessarily large photo of a little blonde girl in a school uniform, her top two teeth obviously missing as she grins at the camera.

Oh shit, I think I've got it! 

I'm shocked it's taken me this long to work it out. Spinning back into the room I grab my phone and search through my tag requests on F******k. Some dippy cow thought I'd want the class photo on my profile.

As if. I'd thought at the time. I just hope I didn't delete it. 

There it is. I zoom in, studying the girls one by one. There's only one ginger girl in the whole class. One beautiful ginger, who squirms and moans at the briefest of touches. I zoom in as close as I can, it's definitely her. 

How did I never notice before? 

Tapping the photo, to make the names appear, I smile to myself and open up her profile. Aurora Jewkes. 

There you are! Ha!

Her settings are so low, I can see pretty much everything. I look through photo after photo of her, alone, with friends, always a huge smile on her face. Zooming in on one of the pictures, I consider sending her a message, but it'll be more fun to see her face tomorrow when she realises I've worked it out. 

Sneaky bitch! She's been there all this time and hasn't said a thing!

In my head I mentally map out the classroom, working out where she must sit so that I haven't noticed her at all this week. Desk behind me maybe? I should have paid more attention, I would have seen her if I did. Jumping into bed, I scan through more images of her on my phone.

I could grab her in the hallway. Tease her, make her wonder if I know. Touch her, just a little and see if I can make her moan. 

My cock starts to harden at the possibilities, my imagination running wild. For the second time this week, I'm really looking forward to school tomorrow.