Author's Note

Hello all! This is another one of my passion projects, mainly because I've been writing grim dark mostly non stop for a long time. Not that I'm going to stop writing them since I started this, I most certainly am. I just wanted to give romance and porn a chance and see if I'm any good at it. While I do intend for sex scenes and sexual stuff, it will still be a romance story.

This chapter is for character building and stuff, with a rather steamy scene near the end. The second chapter won't really have much in terms of sexual content, but the third one will be the first to have an actual sexual act in it. If that bothers you that I didn't start the story off with straight up sex, that's completely fine, everyone has their preferences. But I prefer there to be buildup, it makes it more satisfying in my opinion.

And as a warning, this is more or less another one of my passion projects. So going into this, you should accept the possibility that I may go on hiatus for a while with it, or just straight up stop writing it. There is only one series I am currently working on that I am going to finish, and these stories just serve as a break from it a lot of the time. And a chance to see what I can do.

Tell me what you think of the story, if you spot any issues like grammar or anything, and thanks for reading!

Chapter One: Blue Eyes.

Normal, average, nothing special.

All adjectives Jason Pitler has used to describe himself, though he very rarely says them out loud.

He has spent his entire life just being average, average grades, average looks, average everything. It’s just the way he’s lived his life, never felt a desire for anything more. His friends, if they can even be called that, always thought he was weird and a loner. Which was probably true, but that didn’t bother him either.

Eventually, after years of working part time for minimum wage, he saved up enough money to move. It isn’t that he hated where he lived before or anything, he felt neutral about it. He just wanted somewhere...new, where nobody knew him and he truly felt free, free to make decisions about anything he wanted to. To talk to whoever he wanted, befriend whoever he wanted, whatever he felt like.

However, he doubted that he’d actually befriend anyone, he just liked the option.

Besides, it wasn’t like he was leaving anyone or anything behind. He talked to people at school occasionally, sure. But he never had any actual friends he was close to, nor did he ever date anyone due to lack of interest in a relationship. He didn’t know his parents, didn’t have any siblings he knew of, and didn’t really have anyone other than his previous landlord that actually cared about him.

But, since he was eighteen years old, he still had to go to school. He hadn’t heard anything about Canterlot High yet, then again, he didn’t really have anyone he talked to. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t anxious, especially since he was transferring in the middle of the year. That was a lot of unwanted attention, but luckily it's really easy to just blend in and seem like anyone else after people stop paying attention to you.

Jason usually liked to walk whenever he was feeling nervous or anxious about anything, it was always very calming and allowed him to think. He preferred to do so at night if he could, the darkness and background noise of the night made everything seem peaceful. The only problem was since this was a new town, he didn’t really know the layout very well. He knew his own block decently, but that was about it. He walked around his own block for an hour or two, before feeling comfortable enough to move to the next block, and that’s just how he’s been doing his walk tonight.

Jason stopped walking where he was, in the middle of a sidewalk with a street light a foot or two in front of him. He stopped paying attention to what time it was, could’ve been eight pm, could have been three in the morning, he really had no idea. The only things he had on him were his outdated phone, his wallet, and his keys to his car and apartment.

He looked to his right, seeing his reflection in the glass window of a nearby shop, the light coming from the streetlight allowing him to see it. He had brown, wavy hair that was a bit curly. He never tried to style it, mostly because he never had a reason to change his appearance. He had dark blue eyes, very similar to the color of sapphires. His face was normal for a guy, his jawline was a bit sharp, his nose was normal and his cheeks aren't particularly fat or anything. The only thing that bothered him was that his facial hair usually grew back annoyingly quickly, giving him a bit of stubble on his face, grown in enough to show what his facial hair would look like if he didn’t shave.

Right now, he was wearing a bright white t-shirt with dark blue jeans, normal light blue and white laced shoes on his feet. The only thing he’d say was different about his outfit would be his wallet, it had a hole in it that a chain went through, the end of the chain was a hook that attached to his belt. He didn’t get it because he thought it was ‘cool’, he got it because he really couldn’t afford to lose his wallet, and he could be very forgetful.

He had a normal body type, not too skinny, but not really chubby either. That was something he could attribute to his metabolism, since he never worked out in his life. Height was what he supposed was around the normal for his age and gender, roughly five eleven when he last checked.

*Very...normal looking, good. I should wear something like this to school tomorrow.*

Jason took his eyes off his reflection, pulling his IPhone six out of his pocket to check the time.

*Twelve, not as late as I was worried it would be. I could be out longer if I wanted to, I don’t need more than a few hours of sleep since I don’t really expend a lot of energy. I should head back anyway, not really sure how tomorrow’s going to go.*

He put his phone back in his pocket, heading back to his home. He was content to just walk back to his apartment, feeling like he confidently knew his way back.

Until he saw something out of the corner of his eye that caught his interest.

As soon as he walked past an alleyway between buildings, he could have sworn he saw a human figure in there. He stopped for a second, contemplating whether he should just keep walking, he didn’t like involving himself in other people’s business.

*What if it’s someone in there that’s injured or something? I’m antisocial, not uncaring.*

Jason let out a small sigh as he slowly backed up, standing back in front of the alleyway and peering inside. He didn’t notice before that this alleyway had lighting, an overhead lamp attached to the wall was illuminating the alleyway with a light blue color, allowing Jason to see what it was he saw.

It was a girl.

She didn’t look old, maybe seventeen or eighteen, she likely even went to the same school he was going to. She sat in the fetal position with her back against the wall beside a large dumpster, it'd be hard to see if he hadn’t just barely noticed her. She had long, straight pink hair, covering the majority of her face and going down to her shin. Her skin was the same color as her hair, but was a much brighter tone. It kind of reminded him of Samara from The Ring movies, but...pink.

He could barely see her eyes, which seemed to be a light blue, though it was hard to tell through her hair. She had a half-lidded look on her face, she seemed to be staring at a spot on the wall across from her, in an almost catatonic state as she was evidently in deep thought, she hadn’t even noticed him yet.

She wasn’t wearing a lot of clothes, a pair of sweatpants that seemed almost too big for her to wear and was barely on. What she was wearing, from what he could tell, looked like pink furry slippers, like the kind someone would sleep in. She was also wearing a tight, white t-shirt, leaving very little to the imagination. He could easily see her curves, and she had a body that was very...healthy for a girl her age. He could also see her somewhat large bust, he was sure if he really looked, he could probably see her bra if he wanted.

*Not that I’m interested in that, it’s just...an observation.*

She looked perfectly fine, physically, at least. It was difficult to read the expression on her face, but nobody that felt fine would be sitting in the fetal position past midnight between two buildings. He wasn’t the best at being able to tell what other people are feeling, but he got the impression she was...distraught.

*Should I….try to help her? I’m not sure what I could even do, but just leaving her here doesn’t seem like a good idea either.*

If he just left her here, then someone else might see her and...take advantage of the situation. He didn’t know what kind of town this place was or what kind of things went on here after the sun went down, if he just left now, it would likely always be on his conscious and he’d always wonder what happened.

*I hate being an over thinker.* Jason thought to himself as he walked in the alleyway, standing just a little bit beside her.

She still hadn’t noticed him, whether that was because she was ignoring him, or was just that deep into thought, he couldn’t tell.

“Hi.” Jason said in a voice just barely loud enough to hear, giving a silent nervous gulp after.

The girl’s eyes widened as he spoke, as if being snapped out of her trance. She shifted her gaze from the wall to Jason, her stare seeming to pierce into his soul. She focused on his face, before going downward looking at his body, almost like she was checking him out.

“Hello.” She said despondently, her eyes shooting back up to his face, looking at him almost curiously. “You know, most people don’t approach a strange girl sitting in an alleyway to say hi.”

Jason nervously put his hands in his pockets, noticing the sardonic tone in her voice. “Yeah, well. Most people don’t sit in an alleyway by themselves past midnight, either.”

She stared at him for a few seconds, before the corners of her lips curved into a smirk. She let out a chuckle as she lowered her legs, laying them flat on the ground with her arms at her sides.

“I guess you’re right, maybe we’re both just some weirdos.”

Jason looked at her for a few seconds, unsure of exactly how to respond, he was always terrible at idle conversation.

“Look, I’m...really bad at small talk, so I’ll just get to the point. Are you okay?”

The smile on her face lowered back to a frown, her gaze turning from him back to the wall. She straightened her back and put her head against the wall, she brought her left hand up to her face and moved her hair behind her ears, revealing more of her face.

Despite the darkened expression on her face, there was a certain..brightness to her. Her baby blue eyes worked perfectly with the color of her hair and skin, not a single blemish or abnormality at all.

*She’s...really pretty, actually.*

“That’s...a really complicated question to answer.” She mumbled, looking over at Jason and using her left hand to pat the empty spot beside her, signaling him to sit beside her. “If we’re going to talk, come sit down with me, it makes me uncomfortable if I’m the only one sitting down. Besides, you clearly don’t have anything better to do if you’re out talking to some strange girl in an alleyway past midnight.”

Jason just stared at her for a few moments, wondering whether or not she was being serious. When it was clear she was, he realized he was already in too deep and might as well indulge her.

Jason walked forward and sat down beside her, in almost the exact same position she was.

“So, what’s your name, stranger?” She said as she tried to make her voice deeper, like she was mocking someone.

“Um...My name’s Jason. What’s yours?”

Her eyes widened in what looked like surprise, like she hadn’t expected him to ask her that.

“My name….” She said more to herself than Jason, her mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to figure out what she should say. But every time it seemed like she knew what she was going to say, she hesitated. “My name...is Diane. You can call me Diane.”

She extended her right hand to him, as a way to greet him. She had a slight smile on her face like she was trying to seem happy, but it was clear she was straining. He looked down at her extended hand, trying to figure out who this girl was.

*What kind of person hesitates in giving their own name?*

Slowly, he shook her hand, noticing that while it was soft, she still had a firm grip. It was a bit scary, actually.

“It's...nice to meet you, Diane.” Jason said with a bit of a stutter.

“Likewise.” She responded, before pulling her hand away and sitting in the same position as before. Her arms lying to her sides and her strained smile disappearing.

There was now an awkward silence between the two that seemed to last forever, Jason didn't know what to say and Diane seemed to be waiting for him to say something.

*This is why I hate talking to people, I gotta say something.*

“So...y-you come here often?” He asked with another nervous gulp, this one more audible than the last one.

Diane looked at Jason with raised eyebrows for a second, before giving out a high pitched snort and giggling.

“Wow, you really are terrible at small talk.” She said as she brought her hand to her face, trying to get her hair to stay behind her ears by tucking them. “I do, actually. I come here every other night, it's kind of like my secret getaway spot. Been doing it for a couple months or so, this is the first time someone else has come here though.”

He felt a bit embarrassed at her finding his lack of communications skills, but at the same time, it was the first time he’d ever actually made a girl laugh. He could count the amount of times he’s talked to a girl on his hands, even less of those are times girls talked to him first out actually wanting to rather than needing to.

Jason looked around the alleyway for a moment, noticing that it wasn’t as dirty as he thought it was. Other than the dumpster and a backdoor to the shop they were sitting against, there wasn’t really anything here, much better than most alleyways he saw in his old town.

“It's not the worst place I suppose, though I’m not an expert or anything. What are you trying to get away from?”

He could see her tense up when he asked that, and hear the loud, frustrated sigh she let out as she looked down at her hands idly.

“Nothing, everything. I don’t know. I just get...really really fucking overwhelmed sometimes. With school, friends, clubs, and a job, I barely have any free time. And even on the chance that I get to be home, my sisters are either being too caring, or not caring enough. I love them to death, but sometimes I just need to be alone!”

Diane let out a groan as she clenched her fist, almost like she was mad at her for being mad. Then she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose, trying to calm herself down.

“Whenever I need a break, I just sneak out for a bit and come here. After a few hours, I usually come back with none of them knowing. Being alone here helps me think and calm down, it's my only escape. You wouldn’t understand.”

He looked at her with something he wasn’t sure he’d felt for anyone else before: understanding.

“No, I totally get it. That’s what I was out for, actually. Whenever I get stressed or nervous or whatever about something, I usually go out for walks at night. It helps me think and is usually very soothing to me, it's my only real escape.” Jason looked up into the night sky as he spoke, he found it a lot easier to talk with someone if he isn’t actually making eye contact with them.

“Tonight I was really worried because tomorrow is my first day at school, and as you can tell, I’m not exactly a people person.”

Something he said seemed to peak her interested, she turned her head to face him, a bit of curiosity in her eyes.

“Canterlot High?”

Jason looked back down at her, looking at the spot between her eyes as he talked to her. This makes it seem like he’s making eye contact with her when he’s actually not, a little trick he learned from years of avoiding eye contact.

“There isn’t another high school around here, as far as I’m aware.”

She rolled her eyes, seemingly annoyed at something.

“Well, there’s Crystal Prep. That place is full of aristocratic arrogant assholes who only care about themselves, if it wasn't for the fact that I know there are some good people there, I swear I’d-” Diane caught herself when she noticed Jason staring, a shocked expression on his face at how quickly she got that angry.

She awkwardly brought her hand up to her mouth and coughed in it, “Sorry about that, I went on a bit of a tangent there.” Diane said as she lowered her hand, seeming to regain her composure. “Anyway, I go to Canterlot High. It's a really great and unique place, even a loner like you would love it. There’s just...a lot of history and problems between them and Crystal Prep, it's not something you have to worry about, it’s mostly over.”

*Ok, that was a bit weird.*

Jason relaxed a bit, admittedly curious about what happened between the schools, but not enough to stick his nose in it.

“So, will I see you there tomorrow then? I’d like to have someone show me around at least, I’m kind of terrible at navigating.”

He barely noticed it, but her composure faltered for a second. And there was a look of...sadness in her eyes, like the way she looked before.

“I doubt it, I usually stay pretty low profile and keep to myself at school, I know how to not get noticed if I don’t want to be. There will be someone who will help you tomorrow though, she’s really good at helping new students get adjusted, and just about everything else.”

There was some very clear hostility in her tone as she spoke, being directed at whoever she was talking about. But before Jason could ask about it, she was already back to normal.

“That also explains why I didn’t recognize you, since I know almost everyone in this town. What made you decide to move here?”

*She seems to have a habit of directing the conversation the way she wants it to go, I should probably take that as a red flag, but I don’t know enough about girls to say whether that’s normal for them to do or not.*

“Well,” Jason shifted around a bit, pulling his hands out of his pockets and trying to get more comfortable, which was hard to do with how cold and hard the ground was. “I grew up in an orphanage, so I didn’t know my parents. I don’t have any siblings that I know of, and due to my atrocious social skills and lack of desire to be social, I’ve never had any close friends. I wanted to go somewhere where no one knew me, a fresh start. This was the closest and cheapest place, so this is where I ended up.”

Diane frowned as a sullen look came over her face, something in her eyes that he hasn’t seen directed at him since his days at the orphanage: pity.

“Jason, that sounds...really lonely, and sad. I’m sorry.” She said with compassion in her voice, more sincere than almost anyone’s ever said to him.

*I...don’t know how to respond to this, no one’s ever apologized to me before like this. I’m not sure whether to feel sad or happy.*

“No, it wasn’t that bad, really. I felt really lonely for a while when I was younger, but eventually I got used to it and it just doesn’t bother me.” He noticed that somewhere along the conversation, Diane had moved closer to him. But, unlike with other people, this isn't making him uncomfortable, he wasn’t sure why. “Honestly, I think it fits me. Being alone and not being close with anyone is what I’ve always known, and it's the choice I’ve continued to make.”

Diane hid her face behind her hair, which just didn’t want to stay behind her ears, turning her head to the right and seeming to be looking at the wall again, bringing her arms to her chest and crossing them.

“No one deserves to be lonely, Jason. And no one deserves to feel like it's ok to be lonely and to never have anyone close to them. I can’t even imagine who or where I’d be without my sisters or my friends, they’re everything to me.”

For a second, he thought he heard her sniffle, the idea of making her upset like that made his heart drop. But when she looked at her, she didn’t look that sad anymore. If anything, she just looked angry. He could tell her jaw was tightened and that she was probably scowling.

*Great, you haven’t even been in this town for a day yet and you already pissed off the first person you met. Smooth, Jason, real smooth.*

He felt disappointed and mad at himself, letting out a silent sigh as he stood up.

“I clearly made you upset, I’m sorry. I...should just go.”

Jason put his hands back in his pockets, beginning to walk out of the alleyway.

“No, Jason, please wait.” He heard Diane’s voice, more quiet and depressed than he thought she was capable of. He also felt her hand grab his forearm, an electric shock went through his body as he felt her warm, soft hand touch him. “I’m not mad at you, I promise. Just...don’t leave, I like talking with you.”

Jason looked down at her, both of her eyes looking up at him through her hair. He saw something in her eyes he recognized instantly, he’d recognize it anywhere: loneliness.

*Not even you can say no to that, she’s giving you a second chance, don’t fuck it up.*

Jason sat back down in the spot he was before, feeling Diane’s hand retract. Strangely, he missed the feeling that came with that.

“I know there’s a lot of tragedy and sadness in the world, it just pisses me off that there are some people that were just so fucked at birth. I may not know you that well, but you aren’t a bad guy, Jason. You have no idea what you’re missing out on, and it makes me...disheartened.”

She lowered her arms to her sides again, putting her hair behind her ears for the third time before facing Jason again.

“I’m so-”

“If you say you’re sorry, I might hurt you, and not in a way you’d like.” She said in a threatening tone, glaring hard enough to kill someone if thoughts could kill.

“I...I can’t help it, it's just my first response since I usually assume it's my fault since I can’t communicate with people.”

“Believe me, I get it. I have a friend just like that, she was bullied for a good portion of her life and she’s extremely shy.” Diane’s face relaxed as she spoke, a small smile was even rising as she talked about this person, she must think fondly of them. “She apologizes for basically everything, I try really hard to get her out of her shell. But that many years of bullying has a lasting impact on someone that’s hard to deal with, I just wish there was more I could do to help her, and you.”

*She seems to care a lot about her friends, I’m getting a lot of mixed signals from her.*

Jason reached into his pocket to check his phone, looking at the time and seeing that it was almost one thirty.

“We...probably should be leaving soon, it’s almost two in the morning and it's a school night. Do you...want me to walk you home to make sure you get there safe?”

He was expecting a lot of responses to that, but a giggle wasn’t one of them. And yet, when he heard her giggle like that, he felt something...warm inside of him. It made him feel weird, he wasn’t sure how to explain it. Was this the ‘butterflies in your stomach’ feeling he had heard about?

*She’s...kind of cute, actually. I haven’t met a lot of people, but she might be the most interesting person I’ve ever met.

“No, silly billy, I don’t need you to escort me back. This is a really small town, everyone knows each other and the majority of people here are really nice. Nothing like that happens here, it just doesn’t. Thank you though, you’re sweet. I bet the girls were all over you at your old school, girls love nice guys.”

“Nah, not really. Girls never seemed to have an interest in me, but that’s probably because I never really showed an interest in anyone else. I didn’t have a first crush, hell, I’ve never even had my first kiss.”

He heard Diane let out a slight gasp of shock, genuinely surprised at what he said. “Are you serious? Not even your first kiss?”

He only blinked in response, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion. “Yes. Why, is that weird?

She had a baffled expression on her face, her mouth opened and closed for a second, speechless on how to respond.

“Well, not exactly weird per se. I’ve never met someone so...innocent, I guess.”

Suddenly, her eyes focused on something, like she just noticed something about Jason’s face.

*Why is she staring at me? Was it something I said?*

Jason was getting noticeably nervous, he didn’t like people paying attention to him in general, getting stared at made him...vexatious to put it lightly.

“Uhhh...Diane? Why are you-”

Before he could say anything else, she got closer to him. Then she started climbing on top of him, and by climbing, he meant straddling.

*What is she doing? What is she doing?! WHAT IS SHE DOING?!*

With Jason’s back against the wall and her on top of him, mixed with him being shocked, afraid, and flustered all at the same time, he couldn’t really do anything to stop her. Without a single word, she placed herself in his lap. Her legs were wrapped around his torso, with her crotch pressed against his, something he wasn’t in the right state of mind to tell if she did intentionally, the only things separating them were the layers of clothing they were wearing. She placed her left hand on his chest, right where his heart would be. Her right hand was touching the side of his face, as gentle as she was soft. Her face was inches in front of his, close enough to where avoiding eye contact was almost impossible.

Jason was completely overwhelmed at the moment, his minding having a total meltdown. He could feel her womanhood through her baggy sweatpants, the feeling of intense heat as their genitals made contact was more than he could handle. The feeling of her incredibly soft hand on his chest, and her other hand caressing his face like a baby, filled his entire body with heat. He felt warm, really really warm everywhere, especially in his face, which he was sure was beet red right now. His arms were still laying on the ground to his sides, he felt like he was unable to even try to move them at the moment.

His heart was beating like a drum it was so loud, he could hear and feel every beat like it was trying to jump out of his throat, he was sure she could too. His breathing was erratic and his mouth was dry, he was also sweating almost everywhere. He looked down to try to avoid eye contact with her, which only made things worse.

If her shirt didn’t cover much before, it covered almost nothing now. He could see all the way down her shirt, which included the entirety of her breast. He was sure they were at least a D cup, maybe even bigger than that. Like the rest of her body, they seemed to be completely flawless. No blemishes, stretch marks, or anything like that. The only part he couldn’t see were the actual nipples, and those were being protected by a midnight black bra.

He couldn’t help but wonder if her underwear matched.

“Blue.”

His eyes immediately went back up to her face, which looked the same as it did before, like she hadn’t even noticed. Her voice was like a whisper, if she hadn’t been so close to him, he likely wouldn’t have heard it. Or maybe that was because his heartbeat was so loud.

“W-what?”

She gave a light chuckle, finding what he said both cute and funny.

“Your eyes, not bright green, not dark purple. They’re blue. A different shade than mine, but still blue. That’s not something I see very often. A surprising amount of green, more purples than you’d think. But blue? Really not that often, especially not a dark blue like yours. When I look into them, they remind me of the ocean. So dark and so deep, I could almost get lost in them.”

Jason was left completely speechless, his mouth slightly agape as he tried to think of something to say, but nothing came.

“You know,” A sultry expression came over Diane, her lips curved into a sly smile as her eyelids half closed. “Most guys in your position would have at least tried to put their hands on me by now, but you haven’t. Then again,”

Diane moved her face closer to Jason’s, their noses were almost touching. She was so close he could hear her breathing, while his were erratic and loud, hers was very calm and quiet. It was...very soothing, actually. They were staring directly into each other's eyes, there was no way for him to break it other than closing his eyes. But, likely because he was already feeling so many other things, he wasn’t feeling that anxiety and nervousness that he usually had with eye contact.

“You aren’t like other guys. And I really like that.”

He could feel her hot breath on his face and neck, sending goosebumps all over his body. He was very tempted to touch her, he could only imagine how soft the rest of her body was if her hands were this soft.

She moved her face even closer to his, bending her head to the left slightly so their noses didn’t touch. Their lips were now just an inch or two away from touching, now breathing directly on each other's faces. He barely even felt her right hand come off of his face, moving down to his chest as she placed it beside her other hand. The entire time, she never broke eye contact, not even once.

He could tell there was something stopping her from going any further, like she was waiting for something.

“If I were to kiss you right here and now, taking your first kiss, would it bother you?”

There was something labored about the way she spoke, he could feel her breathe getting hotter and faster along with her heartbeat. He was just guessing, but it seemed like she wanted this. But instead of just doing it, she was asking for his permission.

He couldn’t quite place it, but the fact that she was asking for that made him...happy.

“I-i….wouldn’t mind.”

That was all the confirmation she needed, without another word and a close of her eyes, and what felt like more anticipation than he could handle, their lips connected and they kissed. As soon as they did, he felt like some kind of connection had been made, like that kiss linked them together. There was so much passion and intimacy in it, just raw emotion. He didn’t move his lips, he had never kissed before and wouldn’t know what to do, he was too afraid of ruining it. But she didn’t seem to mind taking the lead, in fact, it felt like there was some desperation coming from her. Whether it was desperation for more, or something else he couldn’t tell.

He couldn’t say this for certain, but she seemed experienced. She wasn’t using tongue or anything, it was entirely a closed mouth kiss, but she was doing everything with it that she could. And yet she was still being so gentle, clearly restraining herself for him out of concern.

Just as soon as it began, it ended. She suddenly pulled back, a sound Jason could only describe as a mixture of squishing and popping happened as their lips parted. She opened her eyes, and he could still see the want in her eyes as she looked at him. Her cheeks were a bright red and her breathing erratic, it was clear she wasn’t satisfied.

*So why did she stop?*

“I’m sorry Jason, but we can’t go any further than this. At least, not tonight. I think you’re sweet, and cute, and I think we could be really good friends despite how bad you think you are at communicating. But,” Diane bit the corner of her lip, like she was stopping herself from speaking before thinking about what she was going to say.

“Would you...like to be Frenefits with me?” She asked hesitantly, her face similar to a little girl asking for a toy she really wanted.

Jason was starting to come down from his high, his heart beating was finally starting to slow down and he was getting his breathing under control. It’s just the heat in his face and the rest of his body that wouldn’t go away, but he doubted that would happen as long as they stayed in the position they were in.

“F-Frenefits?” Jason stuttered out, feeling immense confusion at both the situation and the word he was trying to pronounce.

“Yeah, friends with benefits, you know? Or do you not know what that is?” Diane asked innocently, most of the desire and lust she had just a few moments ago seeming to quickly vanish.

*What is with this girl? She either has more self control than anyone I’ve ever known, or she can become another person at the snap of a finger. I’m not sure which one concerns me more.*

“No, of course I know what friends with benefits are, I’ve seen the movie. I’m just confused, because…” Jason was trying his best to try to avoid moving around, he didn’t want to push them any closer than they already were. At this point he was fully erect, all he could do was hope she didn’t notice. “Well, you kind of just met me. And we don’t really know each other, like at all.”

“That’s true, but, I already like you more than some guys I’ve known for years.” She moved her face closer to his again, but this time it didn’t feel sexual. It felt more...friendly, like she just liked being that close to him. “I felt comfortable around you pretty quickly, which isn’t normal for me. I’m not sure how to explain it, but I just feel...connected to you, somehow. Besides,”

Diane’s expression darkened as she frowned, “I...want to help you. You came here for a fresh start, and I think that was a good idea. But take it from me, nobody can change without some kind of experience or people to help them. I can help you be more social and make connections, and if you say yes, I can help with more than just that. But even if you say no, I still want to be your friend.”

*She seems so genuine and cares about me even though we just met, which could be a good thing or a bad thing. But if I say no, how could she expect things to not be awkward after that?*

Diane looked at Jason almost expectantly, not moving an inch of her body, which he appreciated for a different reason.

“Diane..I-”

Before Jason could say anything, she put her finger to his lips to shush him, shaking her head back and forth in a disapproving manner.

“Don’t give me your answer, not right now at least. You’re horny, and nobody makes good decisions when they’re horny.” She said bluntly as she pulled her finger away from his lips, before lowering her gaze to his lower torso. “Though, it seems one part of your body is very sure about what it wants.”

It was very obvious what she was talking about, he was just really hoping she wouldn’t have noticed it. For the third time that night, Jason nervously gulped, an embarrassed expression on his face as he tried to think of what to say.

“I’m so-”

“Boop!”

Before he could apologize, Diane poked him on the nose, like when you’d try to get a dog to stop doing something. It didn’t really hurt, but it was really...unnerving.

“Stop apologizing, that’s the first thing we’re going to work on.” She said sternly as she waved her finger back and forth, “Besides, you shouldn’t apologize for that, you don’t really have any control over it. And I fully expected it, if you hadn’t gotten hard, I would have just assumed you were gay and this conversation would have gone a completely different way. Anyway, I’ll get off of you now.”

Diane unhooked her legs from his lower torso, putting her feet on the ground and standing up, moving a few inches away from him.

“I know you said you were anxious about tomorrow, but I promise you, you really shouldn’t be. Everyone in Canterlot High is really open and accepting, and you might find that you and I are the least weird with a lot of the people there. We just got done with midterms too, so you transferred in at a good time. Tomorrow will be an easy peazy day for you, which is why I want you to spend tomorrow thinking about what I asked you.”

Jason was trying really hard to keep his eyes on her face, and not lowering his gaze to look at her breast. Or to try to look at her lower area, which he was sure the sweatpants were sagging enough to where he could probably see her panties.

Luckily for him, even though he was fully erect, jeans do a really good job of hiding those.

“I want you to also know that, no matter what impression you have of me, this isn’t...typical of me. I’m not a slut, I don’t sleep around or do stuff with just anyone. Neither is my offer, there are very few men that have been in my life I had any kind of relationship like that with. My last boyfriend was two years ago, and that…”

Diane’s entire body tensed up as she closed her eyes for a moment, she was seemingly remembering something painful.

“Didn’t end very well. After that I haven’t been with anyone in any kind of way, for reasons I don’t want to go into. I haven’t actually kissed anyone since then either, It’s just...been hard for me to trust anyone and be comfortable with anyone since then. What I’m trying to say is,”

Diane opened her eyes as she crouched down, getting to eye level with Jason and having a very serious expression on her face.

“I want the friends part just as much as the benefits part, probably a lot more. That’s why I feel like I need to give you the day to think about this, it's important to me that you want me, not just want to get laid. Because if that’s all you want, I will end it before it even starts. Do you understand?”

Jason contemplated what she was saying, trying to make sense of it the best way he could while his body cooled down.

*So, let me get this straight; She wants to be my friend and try to help me be more social, but she also wants to do sexual things with me, but only if I want to do sexual stuff with her? It's official, this is the strangest night of my life.*

“Yeah, I think I get it. I appreciate you giving me time to think about it, I don’t do well with pressure, or decisions in general, honestly.”

“Good!” She said as she beamed a smile at him, this one didn’t seem strained at all. “My house is only a block away from here, so I should be able to get back in time and get enough sleep. You know you’re way back to your house, right?”

“Yeah, I do, I’m also only a block away.” Jason responded as he slowly got up, not even realizing that his legs were half asleep so he stumbled a little bit.

“That’s nice, maybe you can invite me over sometime. I really gotta get going, bye!” She said as she began walking out of the alleyway, going in the exact opposite direction of where his house would be.

Jason watched her walk off, still trying to sort out the last hour of events that just occurred.

*Should I have asked for her number? No, that would have seemed too pushy. Ugh, I have no idea what to do and no one to ask for advice.*

As he began walking back home, he found himself touching his lips a lot. When she kissed him, she had a certain taste about her he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Her lips were soft and warm, but there was still something to them. But now, he was sure he had it figured out.

She tasted like bubblegum.