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Liam lays in bed, reading a textbook. His eyes begin to wander, so he puts it down and leaves the room. Despite the brightness of the sun outside, most of the lights in the house are off; peering into the living room he sees the glow of the television illuminate the room, and spots his mother watching it. Continuing down the hall, he picks up the telephone and dials. After one ring Elizabeth's voice says, "Hello?" He smiles. "I love it when you answer the phone. It's so subservient." There's a small pause, and he knows that she's smiling. She asks, "Why's that?" "The phone rings and you drop everything to run right over and pick it up..." "I was sitting right beside it." "But I bet your pulse sped up a little, and you had to calm yourself, hoping that it might be me..." She laughs. "Right. So did you call for some particular reason?" "I haven't seen you since Friday; I'm kinda missing talking to you." "Are you serious?" "You have a really cute voice. And you usually talk so much, I'm in withdrawal here." "Nice insult." "No, I mean it. I want to hear you talk. About anything, I don't even care. Speak to me." There's a moment of silence, and she says, "I can't just talk. It's weird." "Or sing." He grins. "Sing to me." She laughs once, a little incredulously. "No." "Is anybody home?" "No..." "Good. It's just the two of us, then." "Liam, I'm not just going to start singing to you." "There's nothing I want more in the world than for you to sing to me. Think of how happy it'll make me." His smile widens slightly. "Sing for me, Elizabeth." There's another pause, much longer this time. Once it passes he's surprised and extremely pleased to hear the sound of her voice across the line, singing quietly; he's never heard her sound so unsure of herself. "He loved her yesterday, yesterday's over I said okay... that's all right..." She trails off, then says, "I'm sorry, this is just too strange." He laughs, sounding somewhat amazed. "Oh my god! Was that Guns n' Roses?" There's a note of embarrassment in her voice as she says, "...it's a really good song. Listen," she continues, in a slightly harder tone, "if you want to hear me so much, why don't you just come over?" "I can't. I've got a bunch of assignments from the past month all due tomorrow. Besides, I like hearing your voice by itself sometimes." "What do you mean? How come?" "When you're just a voice on the phone I can almost pretend that you're an ordinary girl. But as soon as people see the way you move, the way you look at things, it's obvious that you're completely abnormal." He can perfectly visualize her frowning into her phone. "Is that what you want me to be?" she asks. "Just a normal girl?" He laughs. "I knew you'd say that. I just like pretending that you're normal sometimes, because it seems so totally impossible." Her voice brightens as she says, "You're a cheesy motherfucker, you know that?" "Oh, I know." Well, I'd better leave you to that homework that's more interesting than me." "Heh. Hey, make sure you don't let any boys into that nunnery you call a bedroom." "I'll see what I can do," she says, and hangs up. He looks a little surprised, then smiles to himself.
Elizabeth walks into the kitchen. Nunnery... man, fuck him. I should go over there right now, tear his clothes off and show him what sex is really about. Not this short skirt skin flaunting bullshit... She pauses as she opens the fridge. Why did she think of that all of a sudden? Does Jennifer's behavior really annoy her that much? She pours herself a glass of orange juice while she considers. It's not that Jen is a bad person, but she's completely playing into the role of the teenaged boy's fantasy girl. The hot teacher – it's such a cliché, it's almost embarrassing. Not that any of the boys at school appreciate the stereotype. Well, they appreciate it... they just don't see the senselessness of it. Why would someone dress like that? And then to complain that everyone stares at her... is it really that addictive to have an army of hard-ons following you around? She grins at that, thinking that the one she has following her around is quite nice... She walks to her room, thinking. Why do I lead him on so much? It's certainly not that he's unattractive... sometimes, when he leans over to reach for something and his shirt gets pulled out of shape, my eyes just transfix themselves on his abdomen – I just want to take him to the ground and pull his shirt off, then unbutton his pants... As she walks down the hallway her hands move almost subconsciously to her jeans, unbuttoning them as she pulls down her zipper.
"Who was that you were talking to?" Liam walks into the living room and leans against the back of his mother's chair. Glancing briefly at the television, he says, "Just a girl I know." His mother smiles. "Fairly interesting conversation you were having." "Eavesdropping again, huh mom?" "I'm just taking an interest in whatever girl's going to get her heart broken next." "I know you liked Melissa, but I had to break up with her. She was crazy. And we moved anyway. Besides," he says with a grin, "this girl is way better." "Is that so?" "Oh yeah. I've never met anybody like her." He leans down, kissing his mother on the cheek. "But I still melt her like butter." His mother sighs lightly. "I don't know how you got to be so egotistical." "Not enough spankings, probably." He watches her smile, then leaves. The idea of working on assignments strikes him as extremely unpleasant. Maybe he'll visit Elizabeth after all.
Elizabeth pulls off her shirt as she walks into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. She tosses the shirt to the floor and stands in front of her mirror, looking at her chest. She cups her breasts, then slides one hand slowly down the length of her body, into her panties. With her other hand she slides her pants to the floor and kicks them aside. She strokes her clit gently and imagines Liam standing beside her, his hands on her hips. He kisses her gently as her nipples rub against his bare chest – he moves down to kiss her neck, then bites gently on her earlobe before whispering, "Elizabeth... I love you..." A surprisingly powerful wave of pleasure sweeps through her, and she exhales heavily. She pulls off her panties as she falls onto her bed, rubbing herself with increasing urgency as she closes her eyes, her free hand gripping her pillow.
Liam breathes heavily as he arrives at Elizabeth's house; he had run the entire way, in an effort to surprise her with his sudden arrival. He walks to the back of the house and sees that her window is open. He should be able to climb up to it, if he can pull himself onto the back porch. If Elizabeth can do it, then surely he can too. If she actually did do it, that is – he's beginning to doubt the legitimacy of her walking-naked-in-the-rain story. Straining, he just manages to pull himself up; he sits against the side of the house while he catches his breath, being extremely careful not to make any unnecessary noise. Listening closely, he can just make her out – it sounds like she's panting. Geez, he thinks; is there ever a time when she isn't doing push-ups? He slides himself in front of the window. His body turns to concrete, completely unable to move as he stares into the room. Elizabeth is lying on her back in her bed, completely naked. Her eyes are closed, her teeth held together, her back arched slightly. His eyes move down her body to her legs, spread open, where he sees two of her fingers slide into her vagina– He moves out of view, going back against the side of the house. His mind is completely frozen, and it takes a few moments for any thoughts to emerge. The first that does, accompanied by a small, shocked smile, is a single phrase: Holy fucking fuck.
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