Primer
By R. N. Jayne
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Sassy collegiate Carmen is stuck in a sexual rut. During an impulsive night on the town, she encounters Stefan, a darkly handsome, lyrics-quoting tech nerd. Exploring a potential hookup with Stefan might provide the inspiration Carmen requires to stop obsessing over a year-old one-night stand with temptress Yumi...especially if this seductive new suitor can satisfy her filthiest roleplay fantasies.
Warning: the following short story contains explicit sexual content, including student/teacher fetish, spanking, and f/f. Reader discretion is highly advised.
R. N. Jayne
Since R. N. first held a pen, she's been devising deviant ways to wield it. Crimson (MASTER, Book 1), her debut novella, won Best eBook in the 2009 Hollywood Book Festival Awards. She dabbles in poetry and experimental prose under pseud Inq Idly. A honer of the arts, R. N.'s an aural aficionado; a water-lover; a fleur-o-phile. Given her visual tendencies, she's especially fond of capturing fleeting moments in the natural world outside her doorstep. She resides in the idyllic countryside with her dashing husband, precocious children, and mischievous cats.Latest release: series ender Eien (MASTER, Book 7)Free reads on Tapas: https://tapas.io/RNJayneDreamstime stock photography portfolio: https://www.dreamstime.com/inqidly_info
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Primer - R. N. Jayne
R. N. Jayne
Primer
First published by Inq Idly 2020
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To the RL Stefan—you dirty boy.
Contents
Primer
Preview of Primer 2: Masking
About the Author
Also by R. N. Jayne
Primer
Chapter SeparatorIhad a fantasy about fucking my teacher (more accurately, about being fucked by my teacher). It was a pretty run-of-the-mill fantasy until it came true—in the RP sense, that is . . .
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Flâneur extraordinaire: I’m feeling coordinated AF. The gold rims of my Janis Joplin shades vibe with my platinum jacket zippers and complement the canary hue in my wrapped-wire, forged-metal bracelet. An evil eye beaded bangle adds color family accents; a dandelion-shaped pendant rests halfway between my diamond-sharp clavicles. Shiny hoop earrings finish off my Midas luster.
I’m willfully shackled to an ouroboros of luminescence. The shade of glitter in my Santana cropped top matches my sparkly flame-blue acrylic nails to a T. In the center of my bracelet setting rests a sky-colored stone. Crystals the azure tint of Lake Huron comprise the remainder of my bling. Faded night-owl black jeans hug the contours of my curvaceous bod. Keeping it cas, I’m sporting white and aqua Nikes and hidden socks that showcase my slender ankles. A single quartz charm dangles from my chain-mail anklet and reflects dazzling sunlight. My honey-highlighted hair flows free of product (except for sea spray mist—a must-have for mermaids). Daytime humidity flirts with my natural waves as the wind tousles them. I’m posing like one of Homer’s muses: pure fire.
A sour note, if one exists, is the reminder that Justin and I spent our third rough approximation of a date picnicking at this very spot. Our make-out sesh got hot ‘n’ heavy—Justin made it to second base before the vigilant park moms chided us. Apparently, our salaciousness was unexemplary conduct to display in front of their curious tots’ impressionable eyes. To the moms’ credit, Justin and I were being totally inappropriate; in our defense, we were navigating the stormy seas of seat-wetting. (Even the suggestion of his hands on my skin sent me into paroxysms of undulant desire.)
Murmuring filthy promises of intimacy, Justin backed off the physical contact out of perfunctory respect for our accidental audience; but his body language guaranteed an unleashing of the pent-up tension necessarily maintained to save public face. When we finally managed to do the deed a few days later, his actions didn’t match his words. Such a bummer!
Justin was a selfish lover who always ensured his own pleasure was met before deciding (as if on a whim) whether I deserved equal-ish treatment. One of the traits he claimed to love about me was my enthusiastic libido. However, as our fuckship’s novelty wore off, he increasingly turned to the banality of internet porn to keep his tastes from remaining constant.
I would have rather he cut me off quickly and mercilessly than dragged things out to the bitter end and then ghosted me in phases. There are few events more humiliating than receiving silence in lieu of an explanation text, especially when I know how often he checks his phone. (Rarely did he take a shit without it.) I obsessed over the annoying
habits he claimed drove him to cheat. The way I ate the garnish. How I brushed my teeth. My tendency to well up when I’m frustrated. Eventually, I realized I wasn’t the problem.
After coming (and not often enough, might I add) to the painful realization I’d lost my appeal in his eyes, I mustered up the self-respect to tell him, Deuces!
without coming across as an embittered sore loser. Friendship was neither offered nor requested. Occasionally, I flash him the thumbs-up on his mostly inane, seldom canny SM posts featuring surfing or boozing—the sarcasm of my choice emojis is lost on him, but I enjoy my private smirks. That’s the extent of our current interactions (his liking
of my non-verbal comments notwithstanding).
Do I low-key loathe him? Quite possibly. My roommate Yves suggested I troll him; but smear campaigns are so typical, predictable, totally not my style. I don’t have the inclination to deliberately cause him harm, despite the slow burn he inflicted upon me. Speaking of burn, the beanery I’m currently strolling by is emitting the scent of over-roasted coffee. I decide to take my chances with a matcha latte.
The twenty-something barista once-overs me before drawing a smiley face on my cup.
Always nice to see Mr. Happy.
Winking at the scandalized server, I hustle over to a super-comfy couch, set my stuff on the Amish-crafted coffee tables, open my journal, and hunker down