Tease And Denial Novels & Stories

“Wait, when was the last time you had sex? Real sex with a good dick.” “Oh, Bel. Don’t start now.” Tessa sighed, shaking her head. “No, you need to find a man to get you fucked.” Her eyes fell on Tessa’s fingers clutching tightly onto the duvet. “Your fingers won’t do the job, dear best friend. You need a good dick.” A nasty chuckle left her when Tessa opened her mouth in shock. “Yes, I know what you were doing when I walked into your room.” Leaning into her, she whispered, “Don’t worry, I do that too when I miss a dick.”

“‘Lust with me’? I’m going to send it to everyone.” I was baffled. “‘Everyone’ meaning B.A.D.?” Tessa laughed heartily. “We did promise her she’ll be famous, didn’t we?” “But Tessa….” “DON’T YOU ‘BUT’ ME!” Tessa heaved angrily. “You’re in this as much as me!” An evil smirk appeared on those hot pink lips. “Rum is mine.” For now, bitch. I’ll settle you later. I drew in a deep breath and flashed a relaxed smile. “So, just the B.A.D.?”

But Tessy's keen perception detected the tears welling up in her eyes. "Are you alright? Are you crying?" Tessy inquired, prompting Rowan to swiftly adjust her tone to a more pleasant one. "No, why did you call, Tessy?" Rowan feigned ignorance, pretending not to know. Tessy refused to be deceived. "You shouldn't lie to me, even if you deceive others. I can discern the sound of your tears or laughter. Please, tell me what's troubling you," she insisted. Rowan, who had been longing for this moment, could no longer hold back her tears. They cascaded down her cheeks uncontrollably.

"Yes. My best friend, as you wish. You're just like your w.hore mother." My words, sharp as shattered glass, sliced the air between us. Tessa’s face twisted—not in shame, but in smug satisfaction, as if she fed on my hatred. She began caressing her flat belly in slow, exaggerated circles, her every movement a deliberate performance designed to provoke me. She wanted me to notice, to react. I stared at her belly, feigning the exact look of surprised horror she so desperately craved. Tessa lifted her chin, proud and taunting. She thought she’d won.

“Do we really have to go to this thing? I don’t feel very well.” An amused smile came to his lips, and the always relaxed Teddy winked his green eye at her. His sister never turned down an opportunity to complain, and he never wasted the chance to support her. “Time to find you a mate, Tess; you’re nearly an old maid.” Her arms wove across her chest, and her eyes rolled in an arrogant act of defiance. No matter the outcome of tonight’s party, she would be unimpressed by any specimen presented to her. “No goddamn way. You know I don’t believe in that old-timey bullshit.”

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She thought: this. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" She thought: this is what acknowledgement looks like when it's done correctly. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> No announcement. No ceremony. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> A cup of bad camp tea handed across a desk. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She went back to work. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

“And I thought you didn’t want to go to the club after that incident with Angel.” “Girl, don’t remind me,” Tess groaned, rolling her eyes. “That girl’s an asshole.” “Well… I just want to go. I don’t want to keep holding myself back because of my dark past,” she continued. “I want to enjoy my early adulthood. I feel like this might be one of the last times I get to be a free bird.” “What do you mean?” the girls asked in unison. Tess flashed her engagement ring, the diamond glinting. “Last chance before Dennis locks me down. His daddy’s an evangelist… Soon I’ll be praying instead of creaming.”

Tessa’s face wrinkled, that sure wasn't the reaction she was expecting. ‘Is he denying it?’ Her shoulder slumped in disappointment. Her chest tightened. “ You don't have to deny it.” “ Answer me, was it Tyler that told you?” “ Hm.” She answered not looking at him. “ Knew it. My little brother trick is at work.” “ Joyce said the same thing. And she showed me her own doll so you don't have to deny.” “ Joyce told you that?” He asked in disbelief. Then scoffed in amusement. “ Interesting.”

“And?” “And it’s exactly what you think it is.” He nodded once, like that confirmed something for him. “Good.” I frowned. “Good?” “It means you’re not in denial.” I crossed my arms slightly, leaning against the desk. “I was never in denial.” “You were earlier.” “I was trying not to panic.” “Same thing.” “It’s not,” I said, a little sharper than I intended. He didn’t react to the tone, just watched me for a second before speaking again.

The word automatic, defensive, too quick to be convincing, the kind of no that confirmed yes. Peter sipped his tea, the gesture unhurried, unconcerned, accepting Paul’s denial without arguing, letting the lie sit in the air where everyone could see it for what it was. “Okay.” The word carrying complete disbelief packaged as agreement, the okay that meant I’m not going to fight you on this, but we both know the truth. Brett laughed so hard he wheezed, the sound high and breathless, his whole body shaking with it, the laughter that came from witnessing someone get called out perfectly, from seeing truth delivered with such gentle precision it couldn’t be defended against.