Elise_Costello
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A Second Glance (Closed for Don10)
Sex--it was still this anomalous concept in many ways to Quinn Stephens. A freshman in college, she'd certainly had experiences. Plenty of times she'd nearly been caught with her hands down a boy's pants while having them over to 'hang out' or left her bra here and there. Or well...okay, maybe not plenty--but several! A few...A handful, at least. For sure!
It just hadn't ever been very high on her List of Important Shit. School was stressful if you spent too much time fucking off, and between her basic classes, photography, and her afterschool job, she'd never really had the time. Plus boys could just be so...crass. Mean. Shallow. Girls too, really. Just a lot of people during high school. But that hadn't ever really mattered since she had the coolest best friend and that was enough.
Justin O'shea had always been there when she needed anything. Somebody to practice her presentations with, study buddies, something to keep her warm when her scatter-brained self left her jacket and umbrella in the cafeteria after lunch--they had been through almost everything and come out better for it because of each other. Of course, he hadn't really had the hardest time making friends. Girls couldn't seem to keep themselves away from him after puberty, and he was a pretty chill guy who was fun to be around--but no matter what, Quinn only needed to call and he was over to help with homework or catch the latest Marvel movie with her. It was great. Better than great!
It was nice, and comfortable. There were no pretenses or worries with Justin. From grade school when he'd helped her to the nurse after falling out of a tree, the two had clicked like nothing else and everything since then was better and better. He was like...well, kind of like a big brother. But at the same time, she never really saw him as family per say. She had an older brother, and if she sat around in her undies and tank top with him watching movies, it would've felt fucking not okay. But it was just a Saturday night with Justin. It was easy and the perfect way to stay sane now that college had started.
So it was no surprise when Friday rolled around to start off Christmas break, Quinn was all cozy in her fuzzy Christmas socks and a big t-shirt over her boy-cut undies waiting for Justin to show. She had Netflix all setup on her laptop and Chinese food on the way, glad her boss had been nice enough to say she could take the day off to enjoy the first bit of Christmas break before trying to cram in some extra shifts to make sure she had the funds for gifts this year. Her red hair was pulled back in a haphazard bun, the only makeup some mascara and rosy peach gloss. Katy Perry was on in the background as Quinn sang half-assedly while going over the list of stuff to watch. Justin had said he was bringing something special--which usually meant wine-coolers he'd taken from home. Being under 21 still, the only time they got to drink was when they could swipe the bitch beers from home. Not that Quinn minded too much; Jamaican Me Crazy was stupidly tasty for a wine cooler, and it gave her the giggles when she had enough.
Sex--it was still this anomalous concept in many ways to Quinn Stephens. A freshman in college, she'd certainly had experiences. Plenty of times she'd nearly been caught with her hands down a boy's pants while having them over to 'hang out' or left her bra here and there. Or well...okay, maybe not plenty--but several! A few...A handful, at least. For sure!
It just hadn't ever been very high on her List of Important Shit. School was stressful if you spent too much time fucking off, and between her basic classes, photography, and her afterschool job, she'd never really had the time. Plus boys could just be so...crass. Mean. Shallow. Girls too, really. Just a lot of people during high school. But that hadn't ever really mattered since she had the coolest best friend and that was enough.
Justin O'shea had always been there when she needed anything. Somebody to practice her presentations with, study buddies, something to keep her warm when her scatter-brained self left her jacket and umbrella in the cafeteria after lunch--they had been through almost everything and come out better for it because of each other. Of course, he hadn't really had the hardest time making friends. Girls couldn't seem to keep themselves away from him after puberty, and he was a pretty chill guy who was fun to be around--but no matter what, Quinn only needed to call and he was over to help with homework or catch the latest Marvel movie with her. It was great. Better than great!
It was nice, and comfortable. There were no pretenses or worries with Justin. From grade school when he'd helped her to the nurse after falling out of a tree, the two had clicked like nothing else and everything since then was better and better. He was like...well, kind of like a big brother. But at the same time, she never really saw him as family per say. She had an older brother, and if she sat around in her undies and tank top with him watching movies, it would've felt fucking not okay. But it was just a Saturday night with Justin. It was easy and the perfect way to stay sane now that college had started.
So it was no surprise when Friday rolled around to start off Christmas break, Quinn was all cozy in her fuzzy Christmas socks and a big t-shirt over her boy-cut undies waiting for Justin to show. She had Netflix all setup on her laptop and Chinese food on the way, glad her boss had been nice enough to say she could take the day off to enjoy the first bit of Christmas break before trying to cram in some extra shifts to make sure she had the funds for gifts this year. Her red hair was pulled back in a haphazard bun, the only makeup some mascara and rosy peach gloss. Katy Perry was on in the background as Quinn sang half-assedly while going over the list of stuff to watch. Justin had said he was bringing something special--which usually meant wine-coolers he'd taken from home. Being under 21 still, the only time they got to drink was when they could swipe the bitch beers from home. Not that Quinn minded too much; Jamaican Me Crazy was stupidly tasty for a wine cooler, and it gave her the giggles when she had enough.
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