Revenge, Pt 12: The Aftercare - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 12: The Aftercare

... actual sex. Jessica seemed to have guilt over even having sex at all, or enjoying it. It suddenly dawned on me that Jessica and I had incredibly different views about what we were doing. She was so repressed when it came to sex. This is something I already knew in a sense, but for some reason I'd never considered exactly how it might affect her. "What I'm trying to say is that when I call you a slut, I don't necessarily mean it in a bad way." I said. "There's nothing wrong with liking sex. You don't have to be ashamed of it." "I can't really help it." she said quietly. "Well... try." I said uselessly. "You don't have to let other people's labels matter to you. Sex isn't something to be ashamed of. " There was a thoughtful silence. I lay down again, carrying her with me. I found myself noticing how much I loved the feeling of her body against mine, her soft heat enveloping me. "Culture..." she said thoughtfully. "I've never heard you talk like this before. About culture, and society. Are you interested in that kind of stuff?" "Uh, I was for a while." I said, closing my eyes, glad we'd moved away from the heavier topics. "I used to read about it a lot." "For school?" she asked. "Nah, I was just interested in it." "Not anymore?" she asked. "Well sometimes, but it's not what I've been reading recently." "What have you been reading recently, then?" she asked. I yawned loudly, and shifted to get more comfortable. "Umm... well last night I was reading about Astrology." I said, ...

... "And about how horoscopes and stuff like that are usually just vague general statements that most people can relate to." "Really?" she said. "Yeah, they're called Barnum statements... like, people will read these sentences and claim that they're designed for them personally, when they're actually just generic descriptions of personality traits and vague events that everyone experiences to some extent. Called the Forer effect, I think." I yawned again. "From there I clicked on a link about... Cold Reading, which is a technique fake psychics use to-" I suddenly opened my eyes, realising I was just rambling about random crap I'd read online. I shook my head slightly, fighting off the fog of sleep. "Why are we talking about this?" I said, mostly to myself. "That's really cool." she said, sounding excited, "So you just read about all this different stuff?" "Um...pretty much." I answered. "Cool." she said again, "You know, you're smarter than I thought." The was a slight pause as we both thought about her last comment. I suddenly felt her stiffen in fear, and she let out an odd squeak. "I... I didn't mean-" she started. "Relax." I interrupted. "I've known you long enough to know when you're being deliberately insulting." "Sorry." she half whispered. "I just meant... you're so quiet... it's good to hear you actually talking about something you're interested in." "Hm.", was all I responded with. "Is that really how you think about things?" she asked thoughtfully. "Is what how I think ...