"Hey Wren," Jason says.
"I think you need to fix your makeup. You look like someone washed away the bottom half of your face."
I throw an empty cup at him, but he dodges it and runs away. We dated for a while, but he's too immature, too much of a jokester, so nothing ever happened between us.
I thought he would be the one to take my virginity, but whenever we kissed, he would crack a joke.
And usually his jokes aren't funny, so it would just ruin the mood. I wonder if he has had s*x with anyone yet, because I still haven't.
I run my fingers over my bare lips, but instead of thinking about makeup, I remember what it felt like to have the hard wall at my back as Daddy pressed me against it.
Maybe I need to go give my vibrator one more ride while I fix my makeup.
As I head to our hou
