Chapter Four: Sienna

Chapter Four

Sienna

I woke with a start, drenched in thick, sticky sweat caked into my skin, gasping for breath. I looked around frantically, wondering if that really had been a dream. My eyes scanned the floor and sure enough, there was only my clothes on the floor. 

I groaned and threw my body back against the bed, struggling to calm down my heart. 

I had the very first sex dream of my entire life. It was intense, maddening, and beyond erotic. I had a sex dream about Declan Jenner and it was….arousing. My panties were drenched from how turned on it made me to imagine that Declan was in that bed with me, fucking me like an animal. He was grabbing, pulling, taking. I was screaming, begging, and moaning for him. All of my inhibitions were gone and I gave my body freely to him. 

Holy shit. If that was just a dream, would I be able to handle the real thing? Not with Declan but with someone else. I wanted Declan. I knew that. Probably everyone who saw me and Declan at the masquerade knew that. I also knew that Declan Jenner would be screwing just about ever female first-year Freaky Franny and I didn't think I could handle not being the only one he was fucking. 

I needed to make a solid admission to myself. I desperately wanted Declan Jenner. I wanted that handsome man all to myself but I knew that wasn't possible. I had to push down my desires and ignore them. I shouldn't want him. It wasn't right.

I pushed myself out of bed and took a quick shower, cleaning my body thoroughly. My nerve-ending were still on fire and I kept seeing Declan's face with that seductive smirk across his lips every single time I closed my eyes. I needed my body to calm down but the hot water was just making my on-edge state even worse. 

No matter how much I didn't want to do it, I grabbed the nozzle and quickly flipped the water from burning hot to freezing cold. I screeched from the freezing spray. Like that, my arousal was gone like the wind. 

I jumped out of the shower, convulsing from the chill, and wrapped a towel around me. 

I went into my room and got dressed for class. I put on my uniform and slipped on some leggings under the skirt to cover up. I grabbed my hoodie and slipped it on before snatching my school bag with my notebook and sex ed textbook in it. I had an hour before my class so I also grabbed my Pride & Prejudice book to read before going to class. 

I made a stop in the dining hall where I saw Daphne and the people she introduced me to sitting together. She waved at me happily and I sent her a shy wave. After the dream I had, I wasn't ready to chat with Daphne just yet. Maybe after my class we could hang out. I was pretty nervous.

I grabbed an apple for breakfast then went to the school grounds where I took a seat under a massive tree that shielded away the bright sun. The breeze felt nice. It was relaxing.

"Sie!" I looked up from my book as RaeLynn made her way over to me. I smiled at her.

"Hey, Rae," I muttered as I closed the book and took another bite out of my apple.

"Are you excited for class?" RaeLynn practically squeaked with enthusiasm.

"I am riveted with vitality," I groaned with sarcasm and she rolled her eyes. 

"Don't be such a sour puss. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" she asked with concern and I looked up just as Declan strolled out of the Freaky Franny house in a satin blue dress shirt and black slacks, taking a bit out of an apple much like I had. His eyes met mine and he smirked at me with that same damn look he had on his face in my sex dream. Damn him.

"Morning, ladies," he greeted us then winked at me before walking around the building. Fuck. 

"Oh, it's Mr. Hottie from yesterday!" RaeLynn cheered and I scowled at her.

"Don't."

"Come on. That guy is sexy and he's got eyes for you, babe," RaeLynn stated and I groaned.

"That's Declan Jenner, Rae!" Her eyes turned to saucers and her jaw dropped as she stared at me with a mind-blown expression across her face.

"Wait, what?" RaeLynn recovered from her shock and I groaned.

"Yup. That's my sex ed coach. I met this girl yesterday in the housing quarters. Daphne. Declan Jenner is her brother. She told me who he was at the masquerade last night at the Freaky Franny house." She slowly nodded along with what I was saying.

"Okay, so what's the big deal? He's a hot guy who you get to be taught by about sex," RaeLynn asked and I sighed, leaning back against the tree. I couldn't believe what I was about to tell her.

"I like him," I admitted and RaeLynn gasped aloud. I frown intensely at the thought. "I like him a lot, not just because he's so good looking. We spent some time together at the party last night and he was so funny, charming, sweet. We clicked and it was nice for the five minutes it lasted. Then, Daphne pulled me away and told me that I was flirting with her brother. That was it," I explained, and RaeLynn smirked at me, a bittersweet expression on her face. "So having to take his class is going to be difficult."

"I will pray that you get picked as his assistant," RaeLynn quipped before giving me a big, friendly hug. 

"Guh, not that! I don't want to be having sex with him if he's screwing the whole female student body." RaeLynn laughed then I heard a loud bell ring. 

"Time for class!" RaeLynn pulled me to my feet and I grudgingly followed behind her. I had no idea where the class was but apparently, RaeLynn did. She pulled me behind the main buildings and we entered a large theatre-style auditorium. A bunch of students were filling the seats and the only place that RaeLynn and I could sit together was in the second row from the front. 

I was hoping to avoid watching Declan "perform" up close by any means. Maybe I could fake an illness? A stomach bug? Yeah, that sounded believable.

I was about to stand up to leave when I saw Declan walk out onto the stage. 

"Good morning, everyone!" His voice boomed and I stiffened in my seat. Oh, god. There was no way I could escape without causing a scene. I felt RaeLynn clutch my hand tight in sanction. My heart eased up a little. "Welcome to sexual education class. My name is Declan Jenner. I am the lead sexual education coach for first-year students outside of the Vanilla Cream category. I did not go to school here. I attended The Vargas Education Program and I decided to coach here for personal reasons. I am also a sex ed coach for the Freaky Franny house which probably makes you wonder why the rest of you are here. Am I right?" There were a bunch of grumbles in agreement in the crowd and he nodded.

"All first-years have the first class together for this specific discussion." Declan strolled over to the whiteboard and pulled a sheet off of it. In big, bold letters, the word consent was written across the board. 

Okay so maybe I wasn't going to have to watch him do anything during his first class? That was a relief.

"Consent!" Declan's voice rang through the air and there were a lot of groans, mostly from the guys. "I know, I know, but it is what has to be discussed first. Consent is the most important subject that will be addressed all year. Most of the guys here are probably thinking 'what does that even matter?'" Then Declan laughed. "Ladies, do you want to respond to that?" The guys had made noises of agreement then the ladies laughed. I rolled my eyes then Declan looked at me with that look on his face. I wished he would stop looking at me like that.

"We live in an affirmative consent nation. That means all you young men must receive a verbal confirmation from your partner for any and all sexual activity to commence," Declan stated then some guy spoke up.

"Does a scream count?" I groaned in disgust and all of the guys started laughing and cheering.

"Alright, pipe down!" Declan let out a loud whistle and looked at one of the guys in the front row. "Do you think this is funny?" he asked in a serious voice, all positivity gone, and a scowl crossed his face. "If you think this is funny, I can arrange for you to be expelled. That will truly be a comical end for you." Holy hell. He took this stuff more seriously than I expected. Was there a reason for it?

The guy in front stayed silent.

"Consent is a major issue on all college campuses. This is not a matter to crack jokes at," Declan stated before he went on with his lecture. "Affirmative consent means you have to talk about it, not read reactions and signals. For all you know, gentlemen, the only reason this beautiful girl is standing there flirting with you is because she had a tad too much to drink. That is a subject we will touch on in a bit but for right now, we are talking about how you get her consent. It's rather simple, gentleman. It's like this." Declan walked over toward the edge of the stage and looked me dead in the eye with that seductive look on his face. My thighs clenched tight in a vice grip and my heart was racing. Oh, god. Why was he doing this to me? Why was he messing with me like that?

"You know, sweetheart, I've had a great time with you. You're beautiful, funny, and sweet. I'd like it a whole lot if we could go somewhere private. Would you be interested in having sex?" he asked and my pussy buzzed with arousal. Oh, yes, please.

When he said stuff like that, I was ready to give him my body for however he wanted it.

"Whatever she says is up to her." Then he looked away and the spell was broken. Shit. I was in trouble. "If she agrees, great. You guys go off and have your fun. If she says no, that's it. There is no pushing the matter. There could be a number of reasons for her saying no. Maybe she's tired. Maybe she's just not interested. No matter the reason, it is her right to say no.

"There are situations where you should never even think of asking her for consent. One of those is if she has been drinking. Do not even let the thought of sex enter your mind. Do you know why? Because she cannot give consent if she is intoxicated. Do you know what it is called when you have sex with a woman who can't give you consent or hasn't given consent? Anyone?" No one said anything but everyone knew exactly what Declan was talking about. "Rape. Sexual assault. Rape or an attempted rape is a sure-fire way to spend the rest of your life behind bars. Even the accusation of a rape will get you kicked out of school and you won't be able to transfer, ever."

The lecture continued for another half hour. I was surprised that he talked about consent and laws concerning sex for that long. At the end of the lecture, Declan released everyone outside of the Freaky Franny category and then held up a clear jar full of sheets of paper. 

"Now, the moment you have all been waiting for. It's time to pick my assistant for this year. My assistant will be helping with rearing all of you with the dos and don'ts. It is a big honor which is ridiculous considering it's completely random." Declan looked down at the jar and got a pensive look on his face. He looked lost in his own mind in the midst of an internal battle of will. He stuck his hand in and shuffled it around before pulling his hand out, holding a single sheet of paper. He lifted it up to his face before dropping it back in the jar. "My assistant this year is….Sienna Grace."

The whole room filled with clapping and cheering while Declan gave me a seductive smirk and I settled into an intense panic.

WHAT! No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. This was a disaster. No, I couldn't be Declan's assistant. This was horrific!

The choice to deny what I really wanted was stripped from me. I had been picked out of a hundred other women in that room. 

I was having a full-blown panic attack as I charged out of the theatre. My heart was pounding out of my chest, my lungs constricted, and I was breaking out in a heavy sweat. Tears started to fill my eyes as I got out of that room.

"Sie, wait!" RaeLynn came up beside me as I kept charging off. "Hey, what's the matter? What happened?" she demanded my response and I was distressed enough to give it to her.

"He picked me," I rasped as I kept pushing myself to move as fast as my feet could carry me without running. 

"What are you talking about?" she inquired as she clutched my arm.

"Declan picked me as his assistant. He drew my name!" I wept with despair. 

"What? That's great! It's a wonderful honor and you like him so what's the problem? You're being ridiculous about this whole thing, Sie." I was sick and tired of people telling me that I was crazy for the things I wanted. I wasn't crazy!

"Piss off, Rae! Not everyone is okay with screwing a guy who is fucking every girl in the goddamn school!" I ran into the Freaky Franny house, leaving RaeLynn behind, staring at me in shock. 

I ran to my room and slammed the door behind me, locking it. With the click of the wooden door hitting the metal, I dissolved onto my bed, tears running down my face like a freight train. 

A slow hour passed before I had calmed down and had been able to ameliorate all the stress I was feeling. I had started to grasp that I had been assigned as Declan's assistant which meant I had to have sex with him in front of all the first-year students except for the Vanilla Creams which really meant….

"I'm going to be giving him my virginity," I thought aloud as I stared at the ceiling in my room, worry starting to swarm my mind. Declan was experienced. There was no way I could be adequate to him. I didn't even know how to touch myself. RaeLynn was right. I was such a damn virgin. At least she was perverted. I was just quirky. 

There was the concern of my unflattering body. I still had stretch marks covering my breasts, abdomen, and hips from my pre-teen fat girl phase. Would Declan cringe with disgust when he saw me naked? I shuddered at the thought.

A low knock rang through the room from my door as I wiped my hand across my face. 

"Who is it?" I asked.

"It's Daphne." I relaxed. I realized that I was apprehensive of the person on the other side of the door being Declan but there was no way he knew where my room was, right?

"Just a sec," I uttered tiredly as I stood up and wiped at my eyes, hoping to hide that I had been crying. I strolled over to the door and slowly pulled it open. Daphne gazed at me with sadness across her face.

"Are you okay?" she asked as she stepped inside and closed the door.

"Define okay," I mumbled and Daphne pulled me over to the bed, making me sit next to her. 

"What happened?" she asked, her voice soft and sweet. I frowned as I played with the strands of my hair.

"Your brother…..drew my name….for his assistant," I confessed and Daphne gasped. 

"Oh, my god…. Okay. I'm guessing you didn't want that," she pressed as I hugged my arms around my waist. 

"Well, yes and no," I mumbled in embarrassment and her eyes widened with surprise. Daphne was silent for a long time before she cleared her throat.

"So you like my brother?" she asked and I slowly nodded, a bit mortified to be confessing this. "I'm guessing that's the yes," she uttered quietly and I slowly nodded. "But what is the no?" she asked. I gulped as I looked away.

"There are too many to count and some are extremely personal but I know that no one can help that he drew my name. I'm just conflicted and….worried." Daphne gazed at me with concern.

"Worried how?" she asked and I had a hard time looking her in the eye. Daphne was Declan's sister. This was probably just as awkward for her as it was for me.

"That he's going to be….disgusted….with my body," I admitted as tears filled my eyes. I was so fucking scared. I had been for a long time and had been trying to ignore it.

I could remember the laughter from people making fun of how fat I had gotten before high school. It was horrible. I had to do something about it. I started eating healthy and I would walk around town whenever I wasn't in school. That was how I dropped all that weight and kept it off. 

"Sienna, I already told you. There is nothing wrong with your body. You're a total knockout and my brother sees that. It's so obvious from the way he eye-fucks you any time he sees you." I sniffled as I slowly pushed off my hoody and slowly unbuttoned my shirt down to my navel. With a trembling hand, I slowly pulled it open so Daphne could see the thick, purple stretch marks covering my abdomen and at the swell of my breasts. "Oh, my god. Sienna."

"My body has looked like this since I was thirteen. My doctor said the stretch marks won't ever go away. I was really, really big before I got into shape. I've always been worried that the first time a guy sees them that he's either going to laugh, cringe, or run away," I admitted as my lip trembled and tears cascaded down my face.

"Sienna, I am so sorry. I thought you were just extremely self-conscious. I didn't think that you were…. Sienna, I get your concern but my brother isn't like that. Declan….had a girl he was interested in during college. Sweet girl. Her body was covered in burns. She was in a house fire when she was a kid. Declan has seen way worse than you think." Those were the only words of encouragement Daphne offered. Soon after that, Daphne left and I was alone once again.