The Emancipation of Shania

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Shania’s POV

I’ve been staying home since Tuesday, after my collision with Liam. I can’t show my face in college. Its been looking progressively worse each day.  Riley has been bringing me most of my notes, and helping me catch up. I had received calls from at least three of my professors, offering me any assistance and extensions i may need, to make my recovery easier – thank God I have been a consistently good student.

Adam and Liam have been regular visitors to our little dorm room, and have also been useful with helping me keep abreast with school work. Riley and Adam already seem so close, as if they have been a couple much longer. I’m sure in my absence this week, she has been glued to Adam. Which begs the question. ’What’s up with tonight? Why do I need to be present on their first official date?’

The idea of seeing Liam again fills my tummy with butterflies, as it has all week. I chide myself: Out of your league, Collins. Get a grip!

Riley insists on helping me dress and put on make-up for tonight, which makes me suspicious. Why do I need to dress up for her date? And besides its just a night in… I contemplate making the extra effort, because of Liam, but, as I get a glimpse of my pudgy arms and tummy in the mirror, my heart falls. He is out of my league.

I settled for a pair of distressed blue denim shorts, just long enough to cover my flabby upper thighs, and a loose fitting white t shirt with a deliberately frayed collar, and a Linkin Park logo.  I opt for no make-up – because what’s the point? I catch my thick, long, hair up in a messy bun, remove my contacts and don my wide rimmed glasses. My feet are bare, because, as I said, what’s the point? Riley is vocal in her disapproval of my attire.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” she asks gesturing with her arms.

“Apparently, it is,” I retort throwing up my arms, and challenging her with a tilt of my eyebrow.

“Liam’s coming”, she says as if that had the power to change my apathy.

“So what? He’s not coming for me”

“Urrgggh, Shan, sometimes I want to smack you upside your head, You are clueless!”

“Apparently, I am” I say in my signature bland tone when I’m trying to annoy Riley.

“Oh, well. I guess it works anyway. You look kind of hot!” She says in resignation.

I snicker. “You’re full of s**t! But I love you."

She swallows her reply, when we hear the rapid knocking at our door.

They guys arrive with pizza. Adam and I greet each other and go through the usual pleasantries. I turn to Liam and say “Hey!” in greeting. He just stares at me, and a strange expression crosses his face. I take that as guilt, considering my face looks way worse than the previous day, and I have not taken any care to dress up for tonight. I feel bad, that he is not letting go of his guilt, and give him a soft, friendly, reassuring look.  

We chat about nothing in particular for a while, as we eat our pizza’s. I am conscious of Liam’s intense perusal of me. I wonder if I have sauce on my lips and I lick it self-consciously. My insides churn heatedly. I wish I had taken care with my appearance tonight. We take our seats in front of the TV, which is actually Riley’s bed. Adam is on one side, Riley in the middle and me on the other side. Liam flops on the recliner next to the bed, next to me.

We all agree on a comedy, and we pig out on popcorn and soda as we watch. I am aware of Liam’s several sidelong glances at me, and I shift uncomfortably in my seat. The tingly heat in my s*x, is unfamiliar and uncomfortable. To top it off, I suddenly worry about what Liam must think of me pigging out on snacks, considering I don’t have the body of a cheerleader to his quarterback. I glance away from him and notice Riley and Adam are sharing a tender kiss, oblivious to the rest of us, or the movie. I feel a pool of moisture form in my upper thighs and clench my thighs together…no big effort needed, since my thighs have no problem remaining closed.

I spring up suddenly, with the excuse of needing the bathroom. Liam sits up straight and moves his long legs aside to let me pass. I pray the fluid pouring out of my p***y doesn’t trickle down my legs and humiliate me while Liam is looking at me. He’ll think I peed myself. f**k!

Liam’s POV

We arrive at Shania and Riley’s room, and I am rendered speechless when I see Shania. I don’t even remember to greet them, because I am entranced. She is wearing jean shorts which hug her gorgeous curves just right. Just enough of her deliciously meaty thighs are visible to make me ravenous. I have a strong urge to run my tongue over the insides of her thighs just where her shorts end…and further up. I have a sudden vision of her squirming on the bed while my head is buried between her thighs. I force my gaze upward discreetly, and pause over her generous bosom, which are pushing out through her thin t shirt. Afraid to scare her, if she sees me ravishing her with my eyes, I raise my eyes further, to her face at the exact instant she turns her eyes toward me.

It’s the first time I have seen her with spectacles, and I am glad to see that without contacts, her eyes are the exact same color, and no less sexy. In fact, it somehow makes her eyes look bigger, sexier. I try not to dwell on the bruising on her nose, and forehead, and the slightly swollen area around her eyes, as my guilt kicks in again

“Hey”, she says sweetly. I want to greet her, but no sound comes out, I just gawk at her. She smiles then, and I am ruined.  I have never seen anything more beautiful in my life than Shania Collins’ smile. The curve of her lips, reminds me off all her other curves that I want a closer look at. My heart explodes. My d**k, which started stirring as soon as we walked in, is now almost uncomfortably hard.

I can’t stop staring at her as we munch down on pizza. Shania is not like most girls, who try to hide the fact that they eat, like a dirty secret. I focus on her sinfully delectable mouth, as she sticks her tongue out to the tip of the pizza slice and draws it into her mouth. She chews daintily, and her eyes close lightly, whenever she swallows. God, she is everything that is perfect in the world, I think. She catches me staring at her and I’m sure she thinks it’s because she has something on her lips. She licks her lips self-consciously. My d**k leaps in response, and is held back by my now too tight jeans.

I’m seated on a recliner, beside the bed where she is sitting, while we watch a movie. I keep stealing glances at her. We are watching a comedy, and she laughs wholeheartedly, making her t**s jiggle provocatively. She is busy eating her popcorn throughout, and every so often she lick butter off her fingers….God Almighty! I decide I have to confess my feelings to her soon. I think she senses me perving her and she shifts uncomfortable a few times. I try harder to be discreet.  Suddenly she hops off the bed, and announces “I gotta pee”. I groan inwardly. Can I watch? I inhale her fragrance as she rushes past me. Seriously, all that’s good in the world…

She returns from the bathroom in a while, but my heart and d**k are still dancing like f*****g shaman. I vaguely note the buzzing of a phone, over the buzz she creates in my head. She glances at the little desk near the door, where I had left my phone.

“Liam, Melissa McCarthy is calling you” she announces, and I narrow my eyes questioningly. She grabs my phone and brings it to me, before I can rise to fetch it. Its my mother. I glance at my phone, and understand Shania’s Melissa McCarthy jab. My mum’s caller identity picture is flashing, and even I agree she looks an awful lot like the bubbly, beautiful actress.

“Hey Momma bear!” I answer and I am happy and relieved at the sound of my mother’s voice. Nothing like a call from your mother, to relieve a painful hard-on. The call is just a routine check in, but I feel all warm and fuzzy anyway. What can I say? I am a Mama’s boy. We offer the standard ‘I love you’s, and Adam shouts across Riley and Shania, “I love you , Anya”. I hold my phone up toward Adam and my mom says loudly through the phone “I love you too, Adam”. I hang up and glance sideways at Shania, and find she is looking at me, smiling.

“You do know your mom is a dead ringer for Melissa McCarthy, right?”

Riley pauses the movie. Adam leans over her to elaborate: “Right down to those amazing dimples! And she’s crazy funny too!”

I open up a recent, full size pic of my mom on my phone and pass it to Shania, “And she’s confident. sexy, curvaceous, and proud!” I notice Shania’s expression change when I say that, and I feel stupid for making her uncomfortable. Who speaks about their mom that way, Dickhead? Ah, Yes. My siblings and I do! Because that’s how our mom raised us.

“You would love her,” Adam says, breaking the awkward silence. “Both of you would,: He includes Riley. “Anya’s a riot!” I smile proudly, and notice Shania smiles, but guardedly. Riley starts planning for meeting my mother. Shania is quiet.

We finish the movie, play some games, and Adam and I leave, hesitantly, after midnight. My heart hurts as I leave Shania. The more time I spend with her, the more I hunger for her. I have to make her mine!