The Count of Monte CristoChapter 58 M Noirtier de Villefort
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"I just... can't speak to girls," complained Jack Rewendy, whizzing past
a jewelry store with great momentum, his companion struggling to keep up
the pace. "To be fair, I can't speak to men either. I just don't have
any intention of forming any sort of intimate relations with them."
A wry smile appeared on his stubbled face. The strong wind swept a brown
strand of hair into his face, which he promptly put back to its place on
top of his head.
The red-haired guy following Jack chuckled. "So... you know what to say,
but the words just won't come out?" he asked politely.
"No, that's the thing. I have no idea what to say. There are just... no
words that come into mind. I mean, I can talk a lot when people ask me
questions, but when a conversation topic dries out, I just sit there in
silence. And the person I'm talking to... also sits there in silence.
And we sit there in silence until one of us leaves. You know I hate
small talk," Jack answered.
"It's often the key to more... profound conversation topics, though. The
kind of stuff you're into. Philosophy, history..." Jack's friend
continued. "Isn't that why you're here?"
"Well, yeah, Tom. It would be if it were taught properly. If the
teachers actually cared about... provoking our thoughts, you know? Not
just read out loud whatever shit they can find on the first page of
Google when searching for 'philosophy'." He was still ostensibly upset,
dictating the same strenuous pace that Tom could barely keep up with. He
had a habit of taking really big strides when he was enraged, and
nothing enraged him more than if his inability to pick up women was
brought up. "I also came here because more than 60% of the Faculty of
Arts is female. Better odds than at Engineering, there are like 2 girls
there. And one's just a rubber doll they use to crash test their
contraptions or stuff."
"I could ask 'and have those better odds brought any meaningful
results?', but that's how we began this entire conversation." Tom said,
visibly angering Jack even more as he was almost jogging down the street
to get to the subway station.
"Why am I complaining to you again, though? You always retort with some
cryptic shit like 'be brave and be yourself'. Screw you, man, it's easy
when you're good with people. In fact, I'd even consider it a miracle
you actually asked about how I can't talk to them this time."
"Actually... I was planning on saying 'be bold, be bold, but not too
bold' right when you started your complaint session, but I decided to
wait it out."
Tom's face twisted into an overly theatrical 'deliberating' pose, with
his thumb and index finger on his boyish chin, looking up at the sky,
while trying to overtake his dark-haired friend so that he could also
see the pose he was making.
"I diagnose you with severe lack of experience with human communication.
All the symptoms point to that."
"Very funny, Doc." Jack said ironically. "I have no brothers, no
sisters, had no friends throughout high school, how the hell do you
expect me to know what to say?"
"I don't. But girls do." Tom took a short pause for dramatic effect. His
thespian approach to talking didn't stick out compared to some
cloudcuckoolanders in the faculty, but it certainly made him seem a bit
more charismatic. "...Except maybe one. Well, one girl that I know."
Jack, contrary to his aforementioned attempts at reaching the subway
station as early as possible, suddenly adopted a more relaxed pace,
momentarily losing Tom in the crowd walking down the sidewalk.
"Who?"
"Eh... you don't know her. I mean, I've never seen you talk to her and
I've never heard her talking about you talking to her. And we've kinda
stuck together from the beginning of the semester for... some reason, so
I notice which girls you're trying to hit on." "And failing miserably."
Tom added after a short pause, ostensibly to tease Jack. The dark-haired
boy suppressed his urge to just walk away - he hated being teased, but
it was a small price to pay if it meant actual positive interaction with
a girl. A man gets desperate after a while.
"She's the quiet type. Kinda like you, when I'm not asking questions or
spoonfeeding you remarks that are easy to react to. Not quite as
hotheaded as you, though. She's recently told me she has a problem
similar to yours, so that's the reason I asked about it this time." Tom
very theatrically imitated him having a flash of insight, to the point
where one could almost see the lightbulb turning on above his head. "Oh!
I can let you two into my apartment that I rent. Wouldn't want to have
you two talk to each other on the campus or anyone in the vicinity will
forget how to sustain a conversation for a day." Jack grumbled. "So,
yeah. I'll tell her to drop by at my place on Saturday at, say, 4 PM.
You'll be there, too."
"You haven't even asked me if I'm free this weekend."
"You're always free. That's why I'm organizing this whole meetup," the
red-headed boy replied. "Maybe you two'll learn how to find topics to
talk about when you're locked up in a room together for hours. ...Okay,
maybe not 'locked up', but if you stand up and leave after the usual
greetings and 30 secs of awkward silence, I'll be 'mad'." He accentuated
this last word by suddenly changing his tone of voice to a deep, breathy
one.
"Meh, I'll bite." Jack said, not keen to let Tom find out how much he
wanted a meetup of this sort to happen. "Beats you writing the optimal
response to every single sentence on a Post-It and me learning it by
heart. After all, I wouldn't want you to be 'mad'." He tried to imitate
his friend's tone of voice, but couldn't quite get it right - it came
out more as a moan.
"Oh, look. Here's the subway station. Here is where our roads part," Tom
declared, raising his open palm to the level of his head as if he was
just holding Horatio's skull.
"You don't have to be so dramatic about going in the other direction."
John nonchalantly replied and got on the subway arriving at that moment.
Tom waved.
Jack had been looking forward to Saturday, 4 PM for quite some time now;
but after enduring the rest of the week at the university, he was
finally there. Dressed in his finest sweater and jeans, he swiftly
ascended the stairwell and found the apartment Tom had been renting. He
knocked on the door and promptly entered the room.
The inside of Tom's apartment room was classily decorated - well, as far
as student dwellings go. There were no used dishes on the floor, used
panties on the cupboard or torn out water pipes hanging out of the wall
like in Jack's dormitory. In fact, everything seemed to have a distinct
place - books on the bookshelf, cups in the cabinet. This was a level of
luxury that Jack was not accustomed to. He was, however, even less
accustomed to seeing a sofa instead of a futon, and the one thing that
stuck out the most was that there was a black-haired girl in a rather
elegant white dress, a similarly white skirt and a blue denim jacket
sitting on the sofa.
She turned towards the door when she heard the knocks, so she was
already looking at Jack when he came in. Jack's line of sight was, in
turn, also focused on the girl as the blue jacket attracted quite a lot
of attention compared to the more restrained colors of the room. After
closer inspection, Jack noticed that the girl was quite beautiful, but
in a modest kind of way - her dress showed little of her ample breasts,
her skirt reached her knees and she wasn't wearing noticeable amounts of
makeup, only some eyeliner and lip gloss.
"Hi."
This was the sentence that Jack started with, and it was also the
sentence he got in return from the girl. Being quite slow on the uptake
as far as human conversations are concerned, it took him 4 seconds to
come up with a follow-up question:
"Who... are you?"
Jack immediately realized that he should have said "What's your name?",
and the question he had actually asked sounded more like he was trying
to get her out of the apartment and sue her for trespassing. The girl
seemed unfazed, though.
"Cathy Simmons," came the answer.
The name rang a bell for Jack, but he couldn't quite place where he had
heard it before. She certainly wasn't studying the same major as him.
The boy sat down onto a nearby chair and leaned forward towards Cathy.
"The sofa is more comfortable," the girl remarked.
"Why, have you tried the chair?" Tom asked in a faux-jocular manner,
realizing right away that his attempt of a joke was both a failure and a
rejection to the girl's offer for him to sit with her.
"No..." Cathy remarked.
The two sat in silence for 6 entire seconds - perhaps one of the longest
6 seconds in Jack's life. He promised Tom not to leave when things get
awkward, but he didn't think this situation was salvageable. Any
attempts at hitting it off with Cathy seemed impossible now that he
openly dismissed her insinuations. Jack looked at the girl again, her
gaze seemed distant and cold. He was almost ready to up and leave when
she said:
"Look, we could sit here for hours. I don't mind the silence, I've
gotten used to it. But Tom brought us here to try to communicate, so
that's what I'm gonna do."
She gulped, then continued as follows:
"I'm very lonely and Tom said you were, too. So I came here, expecting
you to at least try to be friendly, but judging from how you won't even
sit next to me, you must be disgusted by me, like everyone else, so tell
me..."
Her voice began to break up and she had tears in her eyes.
"W-why do you h-hate me already?! W-What am I doing wrooong?!"
She began to sob as she said some other sentences, muffled by the loud
sobbing. Jack decided he had nothing to lose - his best bet was
reassuring Cathy, so he quickly sat over to the sofa and put an arm over
her shoulder. She looked at him.
"I don't hate you... I just d-didn't get the hint at first and..."
She was still sniffing, but this explanation seemed to have calmed her
nerves a bit. Apparently Tom only thought Cathy was "a bit less hot-
headed" because he actually knows how not to infuriate a girl within 2
minutes of meeting her.
"L-look... I just came here thinking we would g-get along... and then
maybe I'd be able to touch a man for the first time..." she said.
Jack glanced at her, then did a double take, trying to turn away from
the girl in the process so that she wouldn't see his reaction.
"B-But now I realize that with this conversation speed that we had... it
would take months to even get to know something substantial about each
other... And we'd never get to..."
The girl's voice faded out. Jack was still holding onto the girl,
although his hand had moved from her shoulder down to her waist. With
his other hand, he turned Cathy's cheek towards himself and looked into
her eyes.
"I guess we could... get to know each other deeply... before we start...
getting to know each other..."
That might have possibly been the clunkiest poetic periphrasis Jack has
ever said, but it seemed to work on the girl. She stopped her sobbing
and gently put her right hand on Jack's thigh. Her fingernails were
unpainted, but thoroughly kempt. It looked as though Cathy was also
desperate for physical interaction, which Jack was quite happy for. He
had thought that only men experience this sort of deprivation.
Jack reached in under her denim jacket with his hand and gently started
lifting it off Cathy. She didn't seem to be against it; in fact, she
started doing the same thing to Jack's sweater. Jack's T-shirt and
Cathy's dress shortly followed, exposing Jack's toned, bare upper body
and Cathy's ravishing, curvy figure, accentuated by a dark blue
brassiere and matching panties. They shared a feverish kiss with each
other, Cathy's tits pushing against Jack's chest as she planted her
sensuous, full lips on his. The more clothes they took off each other,
the more they heated up, and at the end, both of them tore off the
other's underwear in a frenzy.
Cathy's bountiful breasts bounced out from below the bra as it was
ripped off, which Jack gently caressed; and likewise did Jack's semi-
erect member jump out from his boxer shorts as Cathy pulled it down with
her dainty fingers, accompanied by her curious "Oooh".
Fully naked, Cathy grabbed Jack's dick and jerked it up and down a
couple of times, sliding off of the sofa in the process. She was now
kneeling under him, looking up into his eyes. Her lukewarm fingers felt
cold on his hot groin, especially since the heat only seemed to grow as
his member did the same.
She then guided Jack's cock to her mouth with her hands and kissed the
tip. After that, she licked the tip a few times, smiling warmly at Jack,
whose cock grew to its full length and girth while she was squelching
near his cock, which was now standing at a proud 6 inches. She took it
inside her mouth and sucked on it, emitting moans of pleasure. She
started sucking harder and harder. Jack could barely contain it anymore.
He grabbed Cathy's mane of black hair and guided her head back and forth
on his shaft rhythmically. With a huge moan, he exploded in her mouth.
Cathy swallowed the cum and climbed back onto the sofa, spreading her
long legs. Between them lay a clean-shaven vagina whose sight made Jack,
who had just come half a minute ago, semi-erect again. He inched closer
to her, fondling her luscious boobs and playing with her nipples, trying
to get back in the mood; and it seemed to work - blood started flowing
to his member again. However, as he pushed his dick closer to Cathy's
pussy, she suddenly closed her legs.
"U-Um, actually..." She got up from that lying stance she was in and sat
straight in the sofa once more. "Let's not use up every act we know
right on the first d-date. This was enough for today, I think..."
Her gentle voice faded into silence at the end of the sentence as she
leant down to put her bra on. Jack would have been up for more, but he
thought, 'Perhaps it really would be better that way... Our mutual
craving for sex is basically the only thing holding this 'relationship'
together...'. He saw Cathy putting her clothes on and followed suit.
Soon, both parties were fully dressed and standing at the room's door.
"Wait... Do you have the key?" Jack asked, remembering that the door was
open when he came in.
"Yeah. Tom gave it to me. He also told me to wait for him here. He'll be
here at around 7," she answered. "I'll be here reading my textbook and
the like."
'So Tom trusts her with the room full of his personal belongings? I
guess he knows her better than me, then,' he thought, but only muttered
a faint "uh-huh".
"So, I guess, that's it for this rendezvous. I'll talk to Tom and ask if
he can be... away for some hours next week as well." Cathy remarked with
a slight smirk.
"Bye!" she said, waving femininely with her pretty fingers to Jack, who
tried to jokingly imitate the move. He could even see Cathy breaking
into a smile as he closed the door. Upon doing that, however, Jack
realized they didn't converse a lot after the act, which was originally
the reason why they did it in the first place. Then again, with a
partner that appreciates taciturnity, who wants to practice small talk?
Whatever the case, Jack Rewendy walked away from Tom's apartment knowing
that he, despite his poor social skills, has finally had a sexual
encounter with a girl - and a cute one, at that. He was the living proof
of miracles existing in this world.
Cathy pried two of the Venetian blinds covering the entrance side of the
apartment apart with two dainty fingers, watching Jack leave with a
certain victorious strut to his steps. After he was at a distance where
any sane person would reasonably expect he wouldn't suddenly come back,
she let go of the blinds and locked the door.
"Who even shows up at a possibly romantic meeting in a T-shirt and a
sweater?" she grumbled, taking off her open-toed shoes and tossing them
on the ground, leaving her barefoot.
"He couldn't even say 'What's your name?' properly..." she continued,
throwing her denim jacket on the sofa.
"And seriously? Grabbing the shoulder of a crying girl? Are you 'trying'
to avoid people establishing romantic feelings for you?" she wriggled
out of her white dress and skirt, throwing them on the denim jacket
thrown on the sofa.
"She can't even handle tits properly, although I never expected him to."
she said, hefting one of her large breasts with her right hand as she
unclasped her bra with the other. The girl then reached into her panties
with her left and visibly searched for something, her right hand never
leaving her bountiful breast.
"At least I could stop him before he almost stumbled on..."
"...this."
With a swift motion, Cathy pulled a 5-inch erect dick out of her snatch,
through the top of her navy blue panties. She dropped them to the floor
and stepped out of them, her slender fingers still on her monster.
"I really need to invent a functional vagina. At least something that my
cock doesn't fall out of." she remarked, her right hand leaving her
large breast and nearing her neck. With her glistening fingernails, she
fumbled around for a bit before grabbing a piece of skin right at the
edge of her jaw.
She grabbed and pulled, and Cathy's gorgeous face came right off, along
with her long, ebony hair. The face that remained on her curvaceous body
after this sudden maneuver was that of Tom's, with his red hair tussled
by the swiftness of the aforementioned movement. He held out Cathy's
face to the level of his head as if he was just holding Horatio's skull,
then kissed her on the mouth that now contained no tongue or teeth.
"The shit I do for this fucker... He thinks he can just walk up to me
with his papier m?ch? personality and expect me to solve all of his
problems. Guess what, talking to people takes energy. If you keep silent
or repeat canned phrases over and over again and won't even try, you're
gonna get nowhere."
He looked at the Cathy mask he was holding between his - or, to be
exact, still Cathy's - slender fingers.
"...Well, almost nowhere. Of course I had to help this fucker out, what
with me being the good and generous Samaritan I am... If I'm robbing the
Simmons family anyway, and making a skinsuit of good old Mayor Simmons'
daughter, I might as well do a slightly more menial job while I'm at it.
Wouldn't want the guy to get depressed or something because he fails at
life. I know him enough to know that I'd have to deal any major problems
he'd have."
He threw Cathy's face on the clothes pile. Now he had both hands free,
which he promptly guided behind his back. The left hand was looking for
a seam on Cathy's neck, probing the nape with Cathy's nails. Finally he
found it just where her smooth, hairless back suddenly shifted into
darker and much more coarse skin. After finding the seam, Tom held it
open with his left hand and pulled a zipper tab down from there with his
right, ending at her bubbly butt.
As the zipper was pulled down, a man's hairy back emerged from Cathy's
silky one. Tom then began to take his hands out of the skinsuits',
holding each individual, feminine finger at the glistening fingernail
with the other hand as he pulled out his blocky ones. Cathy's fingers
and arms deflated in the process, leaving nothing but empty, skin-
colored tube-like things. He then tried to step out of the legs, but
something was blocking him.
"Oh, right. I have my cock sticking out from her junk."
He carefully hoisted Cathy's vagina through her still semi-erect penis,
knowing full well that the artificial vagina he made is far from perfect
and is basically just a glorified hole in the suit, the inside of which
looking dark enough to not be caught immediately upon someone seeing it
but possibly not standing up to the test of having any actual sexual
acts performed with it. Cathy's upper torso was now completely off her
wearer's body and mostly deflated, save for her two large globes on her
chest.
"I never got why they'd deflate."
After this, Tom sat down on the sofa and pulled off Cathy's dainty feet
with her likewise well-kempt toenails, as well as her long legs, off
like stockings. He scratched his hairy leg after it came out of the
skinsuit.
"I already miss my smooth legs. ...Well, I'll have enough time to relish
them tomorrow, when I infiltrate the Simmons' home disguised as the
quiet and innocent daughter and take whatever's in that safe. I'll just
go to sleep now."
"And maybe wash that cum out of my mouth."
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