Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... much.”

“Who?” Abe asked.

“Cartoon Critic? You know, that guy with the hat,” I replied, motioning to my head. “Oh, whatever. If you haven’t heard of him, you haven’t heard of him. Point is, Googling tutorials only gets you so far. If only there was a guy in this room who was paid to teach us instead of drink coffee and occasionally tell a girl she’s dressing too slutty.”

“Yeah, I’m surprised he didn’t tell you off today, to be honest,” Abe said with a grin, looking me over. He was definitely using it as an excuse to check me out.

“My eyes are up here, sailor,” I replied slyly, smirking back. We didn’t say anything more, and kept working. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Harmony approached Mr. Whittleton and talked to him for a bit, then started to walk back to her computer. She had a worried look on her face.

“You okay?” I asked her, taking my headphones off.

She shrugged. “I needed an exthtenthion,” she explained, shaking her head in worry. “I don’t get how to do mothion tweenth.”

“And he actually gave you one?” Abe asked in shock. I didn’t find it that surprising. Men in Whittleton’s classes couldn’t get extensions easily. Women, on the other hand, got any they asked for, Abe just didn’t notice. It was just another way Whittleton had a super patronizing view of women.

“Jutht until the end of the day,” Harmony remarked, playing with her fingers. “I’m worried.”

I frowned in thought, thinking about my obligations I had lined up today. “Did ...

... you want me to stick around after classes?” I asked. “I assume you’re just gonna be in here after school working.”

Harmony gave me a sheepish smile. “Yeah, I will be,” she admitted. “Thure. I’d apprethiate the help.” With that, she walked back to her desk, and I turned back to Abe, who had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

I gave him a weird look. “What?”

“You think you’re so smooth,” he laughed, shaking his head. “I can see what you’re doing.”

“Oh, and what am I doing, Abe?” I inquired. “Enlighten me.”

He paused. “Setting the scene?” he asked. “Whatever you did with me?”

“You-” I lowered my voice and leaned in. “You don’t even know if I’m into women.”

“Sure I do.” He gestured to me. “Your look screams ‘bi chick.’”

“What does that mean??”

“Tell me I’m wrong,” he smugly retorted. “If you’re straight, just say so.”

I was kind of annoyed. Whether Abe believed it or not, I actually

did

just offer to help Harmony out of the goodness of my heart. Trouble was, I didn’t want to lie to the guy, so I just stayed there, a pout on my face, knowing if I said ‘I’m bi but legitimately wanted to help her,’ all I’d get was an unconvinced ‘uh-huh’ in response.

Maybe it was my shit-disturber attitude, or my tendency to do the opposite of anything anyone asked me to do, but I made a mental note right then and there to make my session after school helping Harmony the most innocent thing on the planet. Not a single mention of sex. Not one. I’d show ...