(This is my entry for the Summer Lovin' Contest 2024. If you like it, please give me a good vote, it would mean a great deal to me!! Thank you for reading!!)
(All of the characters in this story are over 18. All events seen or discussed take place between consenting adults.)
They call me Mouse, it's the best way to insult me and ignore me at the same time.
My step-sister's friends started it. Like her, they're a few years older than me. Jen is the opposite to me, in ways that people always find amusing. I'm skinny and pale, she's firm and tanned. I've got lank black hair, hers is bright blonde. I need spectacles, they make my blue eyes look a little too big. Squinty. Her eyes are a lovely warm hazel. When she smiles they almost look green.
I feel like a bag of elbows. All awkward and weird, I doubt she's ever felt anything but gorgeous.
She tells people she's my full sister. Not because she's proud, but because it gets a laugh. I guess people don't even know why they're laughing. I just look so awkward standing next to her. Like I'm her shadow. All skin and bones. Jen's lips are full. Her hips are curvy. She's funny, quick witted, confident. She has a very natural flirty way that makes people instantly like her.
I'm quiet. Painfully shy. My last boyfriend (only my second) said he got bored of kissing me. Like my first boyfriend he'd started calling me Mouse at some point. "Actually, it's May!" I remember snapping at him.
I can still remember Joe's grin. "Sure."
I was a pity fuck. I know that because he told me. I lie awake at night, my knickers pulled off and lying on the floor and I remember him. It embarrasses me. But I imagine a more gentle, giving, version of him. A version that kisses his way down my body and dedicates time to my pleasure. My legs part, I rub a saliva slick finger around my clit. Joe never kissed me there. Didn't mind getting his cock sucked though, did he? Not that I was ever good enough at it. I shaved for him, all over. I made an effort, like a fool.
He'd grab my hair in a bunch while I sucked him. He would push me down. I used to think he found the spluttering sounds I made sexy, now I realise he was just amused. I used to wonder if all boys were like this? Was this something you had to get used to? Something you had to be thankful for?
I pushed these thoughts down while I touched myself. I imagined him tender and sweet. Loving me. My legs opened all of the way, but there was no one to wrap them around. I came in the dark, alone. Breathing sharply. He never even made me cum. I never mentioned it. Never complained. He was doing me a favour just getting on top of me. His words.
I lay on my side and told myself not to cry. Forget him. He was trash. Pity the girl he's with now if that's what he's like. But I couldn't forget him. I missed him. It had been nine months since he was in my bed. I would lie next to him, listening to him breathe, revelling in his presence. I would snuggle him. Usually he'd let me. Sometimes he was almost nice. We laid there once when it was raining, we listened to it patter on the window and he stroked my hair. It was so cosy and nice. We were only together for about five months, but in that brief time I was so happy. Even if it wasn't real. Even if it was all a bit of a joke to him, at least I had someone. Briefly I was like everyone else.
Now I was just Mouse again.
*
Over breakfast one morning I listened as Jen laid out her big plans for summer. She and her three besties were going to Spain. A lovely seven day break. Mum and dad listened intently as she laid it out. She was twenty five, she could do whatever she wanted. She was planning on moving out before Christmas anyway. She'd just broken up with Paul, her partner of two years. Now she was single again, I knew the girls would be getting into mischief. It sounded fun.
Mum and dad exchanged knowing looks, but what could they say?
Spain! Sunny beaches. Water rippling with sunlight. Hunky guys all tanned and toned just strolling around, smiling. Everybody living in a dream. A limbo place far away from day to day concerns.
What a happy place. What a dream.
*
Kelly was the nicest of Jen's friends. Always laughing, bottle blonde. She was thick lipped and curvy. She looked like all the other girls, but she still stood out. The boys adored her. She was never mean to me, but she never exactly made time for me either.
Maxine was gorgeous. A brunette with lovely shoulder length hair. She had long legs and generous breasts. The boys all fancied her and she knew it. She had a laugh that was mean and a wit that was scalding. I had no doubt Mouse came from her first. She loved to talk dirty around me. As if she wanted to shock me, or rub her sexlife in my face. The last girl was Bianca. Dark skinned, with lovely warm eyes. She had been kind to me at first, but that had cooled over the years. Now she and Maxine were thick as thieves. All they ever talked about were boys. Nights out. Pleasure. I envied them, but God I didn't want to be them.
I couldn't imagine being best friends with any of them, but their confidence, their experience, excited me. I couldn't help but be jealous. I lay in bed that night thinking about Spain, about sun-kissed bodies. I imagined that I was there, and that the girls were nice to me, encouraging, and they helped me meet a nice boy. I imagined them stripping me and pushing me into a room where a man was waiting for me.
I lay there, touching myself, my eyes were clenched shut. I got myself worked up to the point where I could almost believe my hands were his. He was tugging my nipples, stroking his way down my tummy to my pussy. There he started to rub me slowly, gently, taking his time. He wasn't teasing me, but learning my body. I smiled as he whispered my name. I wanted to moan his name, but he didn't have one.
There was a sharp knock on the door. "May?"
Oh shit!
Jen was coming in before I could do anything. I scrambled and pulled a sheet over me just as she flicked the light on. She froze and stared at me. I was sweaty, my hair was a mess. I must have looked red with embarrassment. She just sighed and shut the door behind her. "Were you wanking?"
Oh God. "N-no," I spluttered.
"You're naked. I'm not stupid."
"I always sleep naked."
Jen just smiled. She probably guessed I wasn't exciting enough to do that, and she was right. "Don't be embarrassed. It's good to take care of yourself."
She was looking around, no doubt she was here to borrow something. Her words stung me. "Is there a choice?" I said. It was meant as a whisper, but there was enough venom in my mouth to make the whisper echo.
Jen stopped what she was doing and looked at me. I pulled my sheet close and cringed under her gaze. Jesus. Just fuck off and leave me alone. I wondered if I would have the nerve to finish off what I'd started? What if she just barged back in again? That would be typical. Something new for her to ruin.
To my surprise she came over and sat on the bed next to me. I wondered if the sheets were wet. Did I smell of sweat? I must have looked gross. She reached out and I flinched. Wincing slightly, she tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and studied me. "I'm sorry you haven't found anyone."
I wondered for a second if this was a dig, but it seemed sincere enough. I looked away. "Thanks," I mumbled.
"And I'm sorry Joe was such a prick."
"Yeah." I appreciated that. We hadn't really talked about him. We hadn't had much time alone.
"You are pretty, you know. You're just so bloody quiet."
