Mr. Neb’s Homework Assignment

[cymbidia]

Or: Why should I be the only one doing homework?

AKA: Let’s all give this a try so I can learn from the Masters. (No. Not that kind of Master, least not most of you.)

Okay. Let’s play, shall we? Let’s do a little cooperative story.
1. Anyone can add to it but your individual contribution has to be written from the opposite gender’s POV.
2. You can add characters. You can ignore characters. You cannot kill characters; that would leave the rest of us high and dry, now, wouldn’t it? (Well, okay, yes, the jury is still out about p_p_man and that little hint/whisper of necrophilia but the rest of us would be bummed with only dead bodies left to write.)
3. No more than 100 words per addition.

My game. My rules. http://cwm.ragesofsanity.com/cwm/3dlil/hearton.gif
Make up your own game if you don’t like my rules.


I’ll start:
He stroked over her face gently and then pushed an errant strand of hair off her face. His cock throbbed hard against his pants and he repressed a grimace; it’d been way too long since he’d gotten laid. However, he didn’t want to scare her. Hell, maybe she really was as sweet and nice as she seemed.

She smiled up at him. “Thank you for the movie. I loved it.” She hesitated and then added in a rush, “Will you let me cook dinner for you in payment?” Heat stained her cheeks brightly. “What’s your favorite thing to eat, anyway?”

 

[KillerMuffin]

I'll bite.


You. "I'm not picky. Whatever you make will be good."

"Almond Chicken?" She asked hopefully.

"I'm allergic to Almonds."

"Oh. Um. Okay."

He put his hands on her shoulders and rubbed gently. "I like steak."

She frowned. Too late he remembered that she was a vegetarian, she only ate poultry, and only on special occasions. Dammit. He hurridly added, "Make whatever you like, though. I'm not picky."

 

[alexander tzara]

What does he mean by that? she thought. "I'm not picky": is he trying to tell me something? Is he saying, "Chicken'll do until some little bit piece of sirloin steak with bigger ya-yas and a short skirt flounces past looking all perfect and succulent"? Am I the chicken in this scenario? Is that what this evening was all about - he'll do me until something better comes along? I actually thought he liked me. God! Why are men so confusing? Mirella could feel Jack's gaze on her as she studied her feet. And why the fuck did I have to go and wear these shoes? I look like a spinster. Fuck!

"Mirella," he said, brushing a finger over her cheek. "Are you ok?"

She looked at him. He actually seemed concerned for her. Was this just an act, too? Why did the cute ones always turn out to be bastards? "I've gone off the idea of chicken," said Mirella. "Do you eat fish?" As she said it, an image flickered across her mind: Jack lifting her onto her dining-room table and burying his head under her spinster skirt. Mirella felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I mean Sushi or smoked salmon?"

 

[alexander tzara]

OOC - sorry, Cym, I got a bit carried away there. I just realised I was only supposed to write 100 words.

 

[cymbidia]

Yeh. Well. People get double or triple words if they're funny. Yours were...are...were.

I'll take the smoked salmon, please.

 

[DarlingBri]

Jack looked down at the suddenly-awkward woman before him and knew he had somehow made her uncomfortable. Was the suggestion of dinner some sort of offering? Had he inadvertantly rejected her? She seemed so strong in her reserve; this sudden flash of uncertainty confused him. And, like a glimpse of lace under the serverest suit, the vulnerability stirred him, too.

He squeezed her hand while fumbling for a way to make it right and fix whatever he had done. "Tell you what," he said, "why don't we go out for our first dinner? You can cook for me another time."

 

[Ray Dario]

Oh shit! Mirella thought, now he thinks I can't cook. She looked up at him, hating herself and this whole conversation. Why did it always go so badly for her? Everytime she liked a guy, she drove him away.

"No please, I would love to cook for you. Do you like Tuna?" She saw the blush hit his cheeks and mentally screamed at herself. Shut up! you're just making this worse.

Her head drooped and she felt tears well up inside her. As the first tear fled down her soft cheek she felt his hand gently touch her chin, lifting her head.

 

[KillerMuffin]

What the hell did I do now? Jack wondered. What is with these chicks?

"Mirella, I love tuna," he lied, smiling gently into her upturned face.

The tears still clung to her cheeks like the diamonds sparkling on her throat, but a shy, sweet smile broke through on her lips. Jack groaned internally. He was going to have to develop of a love of tuna now.

 

[p_p_man]

Why the hell did she mention tuna

Mirella thought to herself in panic. She had a rough idea that something called tuna bake existed but hadn't got the slightest idea how to cook it. And anyway all she had were tins of tuna in brine. She wasn't sure, but she didn't think you could cook the type that came in tins. They were only good for sandwiches and things.

God, she thought, this whole thing is turning into a mess.

The evening had started out perfectly and she had felt earlier that it was finally going to be the right time once they had returned to her apartment. The unformed and unsaid feelings between them had grown stronger over the past few weeks and she felt that, finally, they were going to lead somewhere. God how she had hoped they would.

 

[cymbidia]

Time to find out if she likes me, Jack thought. I’m not going to eat tuna if there’s no chance of scoring with this girl. He reached out and gently drew her toward him, slowly enough so she could escape if she wanted to.

She didn’t pull away but sank against him, and her hand came up to rest on his bicep.

Oh yeah! he thought exultantly, flexing his bicep under her hand. “You know what I think, Mirella?" He whispered the words, teasing her, as his hand began to move down her back.

Her hand moved up and her fingers curled into his hair. “What?” she asked.

“We can’t eat together. No almonds, no steak, no chicken, no fish.” He smiled down at her and his hand brushed lightly over her bottom. “Let’s just skip straight to sex, okay?”


[Edited by cymbidia on 05-30-2001 at 07:58 PM]

 

[Ray Dario]

"You Prick!" The words stormed from her mouth even as she pushed the bastard back.

"What kind of girl do you think I am?" She stepped back from him, eyes flashing the fire in her soul, and put her hands on her hips.

"Well?"

 

[alexander tzara]

Oh, God, she thought, as the shock registered on Jack's face. He was probably only horsing around. He must think I'm a complete freak now: I can't cook, I can't take a joke and... and... just look at me here in these Mother Theresa shoes trying to pass off my paste jewellery as real diamonds. What a bunny-boiler!

"Mirella, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..."

Mirella forced a loud laugh. "You should see your face, Jack. I'm pulling your chain, babe. I'm afraid my sense of humor takes a little getting used to."

Jack visibly relaxed at this, a cute grin softening his face. "You're an unusual lady, Mirella. I kinda like that."

"You know what I think?" she said. "I think the night's still young and you should take me out dancing."

 

[cymbidia]

…and drinking, Jack thought, a pleasant smile on his face. “Great idea! Maybe you’ll let me buy you a beer or something? I can’t dance without a beer or two to loosen me up.”

The psycho babe laughed. “Or something,” she agreed, her eyes sparkling. “But I gotta run upstairs and change, okay? I can’t dance in these shoes.”

“Need some help with zippers or buttons?” Maybe some help out your panties? He grinned and raised his hands in mock surrender as her face darkened. “Just kidding, Mirella. You go change and I’ll just stand out here in the street and wait for you, okay?”

 

[Weird Harold]

Safely in her room, Mirella leaned back against the door and pondered her situation.

Am I making too much of this? Just what am I saving myself for anyway, marriage? That's not too likely if I don't loosen up a bit, is it? Well I don't think I'm quite ready to let him stick his head under my skirt again, but I suppose a kiss or two won't hurt.

Satisfied that she had decided where she would draw the line, Mirella opened her closet to consider what she had that was just right for going dancing, trying very hard to ignore the, (maybe not so disgusting after all,) mental image of Jack's head under her skirt.

 

[RisiaSkye]

Jack paced the room a couple of times, then realized he actually was hungry. He knew Mirella'd be a few minutes getting ready, and decided to take a look in the fridge.

Bending slightly, he peered in. Hmmm. Not much real food in here. Salad...bread...veggies....bottle of wine. Ah, there's a start. He checked the label. Decent Chardonnay. Maybe this'll loosen her up.

 

[SpectreT]

Mirella

I blew out a heavy sigh as I looked through my closet. How in God's name had so many things gone so wrong tonight?

Hmm. Have to change from the skin out, I think. I quickly peel the admittedly too-conservative clothes, then looked through my drawers. I smirked as I came across some of the lingerie Jack had given me for my last birthday, just a few weeks ago. As I recall, I'd blushed about six shades of reddish-purple, but finally managed a slightly weak joke about him only getting himself a present on my birthday. His comeback reminded me of why I put up with his lecherousness. He'd said, "I thought they'd make you feel as sexy as I think you are."

(Sorry, it's about 110 words. Meant to ask: do syntactic particles such as "a", "an", "of", "I", and "the", count?)


[Edited by SpectreT on 05-31-2001 at 05:37 AM]

 

[Mr_Neb]

Just a quick observation here. I thought the idea was to write in the First Person POV in the opposite gender. With the exception of SpectreT, they are all in the third person with the action centered around a character of the opposite gender of the poster.

D- for everyone. You all have to stay after class. I'll give the women "private" instruction while the guys have to hold my clothes.

 

[SpectreT]

I got a d-, too? man, I was only 10 or 12 words over, can't you cut me a little slack, prof?

 

[Ray Dario]

Mr. Neb,

I never found the original homework assignment from you. I just went off of the rules cym posted and followed her example. I figured it like she said. Her game, her rules.

Sorry, but you'll have to hold your own clothes!

Help cym, I need a clarification of this. Are we writing First person or open form?

 

[Sonia_de_Beaumanoir]

Jack

She’s taking a hell of a long time getting changed. I wonder if she’s going to wear those things I got her for her birthday. Man, I’d love to see her in those, or out of them for that matter. God! I’m getting a hardon just thinking about it. Hope she doesn’t notice when she comes out. Or maybe I do. Damn, here she comes, and does she look hot!

 

[cymbidia]

rules clarification

First person opposite gender POV, after this.
100-150 words, more or less. No one’s counting.

((--> Here's the edited-in part: How about any POV? Why crush the free flowering of group creativity on an arbitrary basis. Who cares if it's readable!))

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Geezus, she looks good. How do women do this total change thing? Mother Theresa to fucking HOT in 20 minutes. She was just gonna change her shoes. Look at her. Man. Let her ask me what I want to eat now.

I smiled at her. A woman who goes to that kinda trouble to look good wants to be appreciated so I whistled, long and low. “Mirella?” I smiled, trying for sincerity, aware of my throbbing cock again. “You look really good, babe.”

I held up the Chardonnay and the glasses. The cold bottle was beginning to sweat in Mirella’s hot apartment. So was I. “Got a corkscrew?”

[Edited by cymbidia on 05-31-2001 at 10:12 AM]

 

[Gaucho]

Mirella

Oh, look. He's found the wine. How quaint. Am I such a dog that he has to have a drink just to talk with me? Good thing I have a lock on the liquor cabinet. And if it comes to that, I hope to God he wasn't cursed with smallcox as a child. You can't make butter with a toothpick. Okay, girl, here we go. Shoulders back, tits out, bright smile.

"So, Jack. How do you like your tuna?"

 

[KillerMuffin]

Fresh between your thighs, baby, Jack thought. At least he thought he thought it. The shocked look on her face blossomed into incredulity. As if she could believe what she'd just heard. Her jaw gaped like a prize bass going for a fly, but nothing came out.

"Uh, I meant, fresh and, uh, with fries. Yeah." Good going lamebrain. Now you'll never get to see her again. She'll kick you out in three seconds flat. "I'm so embarrassed, it's just that you're so attractive..." He cleared his throat, this wasn't helping any, "I can't stop thinking about you. Should I, uh, leave?"

Was he blushing? Gawd, he was blushing.

 

[cymbidia]

Editorial comments

http://cwm.ragesofsanity.com/otn/happy/11zwinky.gif For you, Spectre T ---> All limitations on post length are hereby dissolved.

Gods, you guys are so good.
I'm way impressed.
AND it's fun, too, least for me.
What a combo.

 

[Coggie]

Mirella:

Jack was a blundering fool sometimes but on this occasion they were both behaving like adolescent teenagers on a first date!

He was obviously impressed by her appearance, Mirella felt suddenly confident and laughed.

"Jack we're acting like kids, there's no need for you to go."

Her voice softened, "Take me dancing and let's have some fun. Let's forget about Carrie and the last few weeks, can we skip her club tonight though?"

Mirella had no idea why she'd remembered Carrie at this point, fear of another night in Sexual Hell Club probably, that women was a thorn in her side where Jack was concerned