Part 5

"That looks really, really uncomfortable."

Pacey glanced at Joey again. The looks crossing her face since he'd put on themovie had been priceless.

"She--ew--god--that's really nasty." She wriggled back and tucked her feet up.

For the first few minutes she played it cool, joking with him about porntrivia. After the hard core action kicked in, she'd gotten progressively uncomfortable. After the scene with the...the thing, she dropped all pretenses of coolness and squirmed noticeably. Poor thing. He wasn't a true porn aficionado, but this was a lot worse than most of the mild stuff him and Dawson usually snuck home from the video store. And no Rocco. The well-muscled Italian would have been a nice touch for Joey but this was all he had.

"Flexible isn't she?

"Flexible isn't the word. Well-stretched is. Oh god." She covered her eyes. "Tell me when I can look."

"What are you trying not to look at?"

"You know, he's doing that thing with that thing and," she peeked "never mind. They stopped."

"Something tells me you've never seen a porno before."

"I'm fine." She winced. "Yeah, this is pretty cool." With a painedexpression on her face she settled back. "Yeah, this is co--" She turned her head sideways and squinted. "Oh god Pacey, turn it off." He did.

"You ok?"

"You actually watch this crap?"

"All the time."

Joey turned pale.

"Actually it's Doug's."

"Right."

He took out the tape and handed it to her. "I found it in with his collection. Check out the label he uses to hide it."

"1995 Procedural Training Tape: Part one. Property of Capeside PD. Pacey, that was so nasty." She dropped it onto his night table. "At least we know he's not gay."

"I'm still putting my money on bisexual. With strong leanings towards the JudyGarland set."

Joey tried to keep a straight face.

"Somewhere.....over the Raaaaaaainboooow."

She shook with silent laughter. "I can see it now, all-Munchkin, all-nude."

"Munchkin/Oompah-Loompah Gang Bang part four: Size Doesn't matter."

She giggled again. "Oh wait, ew. Ewwww."

"What?"

"I just got a really bad image of a porn with Oompah-Loompah Leery in it."

"You don't mean...Oh, I didn't need that picture in my head." He offered hermore popcorn.

"Sorry. Lost my appetite."

He crammed more popcorn than intended into his mouth and chewed, thinking. Now what? Now nothing. She'd been more than obvious about her thoughts on their last movie night.

"The stuff Dawson and I watch isn't usually that, uh, intense."

"Intensely bad, you mean? I've seen Barney fan fiction with better dialogue. You watch that stuff with Dawson?"

"We borrow stuff from the video store sometimes. Mostly for a laugh."

Joey went to his bookshelf and started browsing. "So, you have any other porn of your own?"

"No porn movies to call my own."

"Other stuff?"

"Magazines?"

She shot him a look. A don't-make-me-state-the-obvious look.

"Sure. What red-blooded teen male doesn't?"

The bed squeaked as she sat back down. "And they turn you on?"

"They do the job." Where was this going? The sheets were uncomfortablywrinkled beneath him, so he straightened the bed.

"What job?" She flopped back as soon as he was finished. Diagonally. Now where was he going to sit? When she rested her head on her hands her shirt pulled up a little and he could see the elastic band of her light blue underwear. Oh jeez.

"What do you mean what job? Scoot." He lay down next to her, across the bed, face down. Picking at the faded blue bedspread, he repeated, "What do youmean?"

"I've just been wondering lately. What is it that turns guys on?" She rolledto face him.

Pacey waited for her to continue. When she tucked her arm under her head andpushed her hair back she looked remarkably sexy.

"I mean the media feeds us the obvious images, the Pamela Lees, the Laticia Costas. But what is it other than the stereotypes that turn you on?"

"Mental turn on, or physical?"

"Hmm?"

"I can't speak for all guys, obviously, but there two types. The stuff that gets me down there, and the stuff that gets me up here." He tapped her forehead, making her grin. "Show me a picture of a beautiful, naked woman, I'm gonna get, uh, excited most of the time. I mean I can usually control it, but yeah, Playboy gives me a stiffy."

"Did the movie give you one?"

"That's a little personal. But yeah, a little bit. Until he started doingthat thing with that thing."

"Made me nauseous."

"And if a half way decent looking woman bends over in front of me, or if some cheerleader decides not to wear a bra and jiggles down the hall towards me, my mind wanders. But that's almost automatic."

"You can really tell when someone doesn't wear one?"

"You weren't wearing one on your porch today."

She glared at him. "What did you mean about mental turn ons?"

"That's the stuff you can't apply to other guys. We all have our quirks."

"Like?"

"Like..." he looked around his room. Once in a while, he thought, I get myself into the most fucked up situations. "Certain stuff girls do. Mostly things they're unaware of."

"Like?"

"Stupid stuff. Stupid little things that are a lot sexier than obviousflirting."

"Do I have to drag the examples out of you?" She raised her eyebrows. "Is ittime for the whip?"

"Please mistress?" He batted his eyelashes. She didn't respond. "Anyway, no leather needed. When a girl is unconsciously sexy, it's the best. Like when she whispers into your ear. Not when she blows into your ear, though that's nice. And not when she's obviously trying to be all sexy and breathy, though that has its moments too. But when she whispers something innocently and you can feel her breath all warm on the short hairs around your ear. Or if her lips accidentally brush your ear. You pretend not to notice, I mean I pretend not to notice, but Jesus, that drives me up a wall."

"So you're an ear guy?"

He shrugged.

Suddenly, she leaned towards him and brought her lips right next to his ear. "Like this you mean?" Her breast pressed against his arm. That was another one he hadn't told her about. Warm, perfectly soft girlness pressed against any body part.

"Close." He almost felt her mouth. It was so close it disturbed the fine hair on his earlobe, without actually touching his skin. Like when you disturb iron filings with a magnet.

After a few measured, audible breaths, she said. "How bout this?"

"Closer. Say something else, I'll let you know when you get it right." He grinned.

She smacked him. "You're such a Perv. Gimme some more popcorn."

"I never denied it." He passed her the half-empty bag. "So, now that theshow's over, what do you want to do?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Tell me more stuff about boys." She nibbled at a kernel of corn, eating one tiny, puffy, white lobe at a time until she fin ished. It took her a good twenty seconds to eat one piece of popcorn.

He pointed at her mouth. "Stuff like that."

"Like popcorn? Popcorn turns you on?"

"It's the way you eat it. When a girl really gets into her food. When she takes her time and enjoys it and savors it, that's sexy. Not obvious stuff like bananas and popsicles, but any time she truly enjoys her food. Very erotic."

"You're finding my popcorn eating technique...erotic." She eyed him suspiciously.

"Not erotic...but yeah, it's sexy."

"You're weird." She popped a whole piece in her mouth. "Thanks a lot, now I'm self conscious."

"Okay, so what turns you on?"

"Me?"

"Me? Yes you."

"Hmmmmm. What turns me on? It really depends."

"On?"

"To be brutally honest, the time of the month."

"I don't get it."

"My period. I just finished it yesterday," she paused. It looked like she was waiting for him to get grossed out. Stuff like that didn't phase him. When he didn't respond she continued. "But right before my period, just about anything gets me going. It's really annoying. For a day or two, all I can think about is...well not always sex but boys and kissing. Swimming will do it or the right fabric or just about anything. But that's only then. Other times, otherstuff."

Whoa. Joey the sensualist. Interesting information. "Like?"

"A really nice back. The right kind of smile, or awkwardness. Or when aguy..." she paused.

"What?" He waited for her to continue. "When a guy jumps up and down and clucks like a chicken?" he offered.

"Oh yeah. That gets the juices flowing. No, when a guy is...strong. When a guy picks me up or pulls me along or... I don't know. When I get a direct example of the fact that guys are physically stronger."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I guess it's primal or something. I don't know."

He nudged her. "So you like being held down." "I guess I would. I don't think a guy has been able to, so far."

"Is that a challenge?"

"You wish it was a challenge." She scooted closer.

Argh. Did that mean she wanted him to, or what? He couldn't tell. "You justknow I'd pin you in five seconds."

"Hah."

What the hell. Before she had a chance to peep, he'd rolled her, straddled her and pinned her wrists to the bed above her head. She was strong, but two years of junior high wrestling and a fifty-pound weight advantage were too much. She bucked a few times, and nearly had him off her, and it was hard to keep her arms down without hurting her. She nearly lifted him off the bed, then settled, breathing a little heavy. "

That was easy. What do I win?"

She rolled her eyes. "What do you want?"

"Let's see . Ok. Truth or dare?"

"You're not serious." His hands were getting sweaty and slippery around her w rists. She twisted her arms then her whole body futilely. "Let me up."

"Nope. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Am I turning you on?"

Her eyes widened. "You have got to be kidding me."

"C'mon." He continued conversationally. "You said it turned you on when guys get physical with you."

"Where are you going with this?"

"Nowhere. Chill." Pacey wasn't sure where he was going with this. But Joey didn't look too scared or uncomfortable, and at least they were talking about it. Whatever it was.

"I'm relaxed. I'm being held against my will, but I'm relaxed."

"That's the point. Do you like it?"

"Why do you want to know?"

He laughed softly. "Why do you think?"

"I think," she said in a controlled monotone, "That you're fucking with myhead, Pacey."

He loosened his grip. "Just answer the question." His voice had a hardquality that he didn't like.

"Oooo, I'm writhing in ecstasy, is that what you wanted to hear? Why? Is itturning you on to hold me down?"

"Oh yeah, I'm ready to pound you into the fucking bed." Something about thiswas getting him very angry at her and he didn't know why.

She held his gaze for several long seconds. In her face he saw...he didn't know what he saw. Finally he relased her arms and scooted off of her.

They stared at the celing for several minutes. Just when he thought she was going to fall asleep he heard her whisper, "Truth or Dare, Pacey."

He sighed. "Truth, Joey."

"What do you think would have happened if your brother hadn't knocked?"

"I don't know."

"What did you want to happen?"

"No, no, no. My turn. Truth or dare."

"Truth."

"Do you think . . . wait. This isn't my question, but do you think we're justpicking truth because we're too lazy to get up?"

"Probably." She giggled. "What's your question?"

"What did you want to happen?"

That sobered her up quickly. "I don't know." She rolled off the bed and stood, in one motion.

"That's not fair."

"It's the same thing you said."

"You're no fun at all."

"I guess I'm not."

Pacey groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. She still didn't want to talk about it. Fine. Why did she keep teasing him, then? Or was she teasing him? Maybe this was all in his head. He really didn't need to deal with this shit. He heard her say something, but the pillow muffled it. "What?"

"I said, I feeling like going and doing something."

"Like?"

"Like I don't know. Anything. Out." She rifled through his closet till she found his green Chuck Taylors. "Here." She tossed them on the bed.

"Uh, ok. Random much?"

"Boring much? Do you really want to just stay in bed all night?"

He gave her a look.

"You wish. Forget I said that. Pervert. Can you get the car?"

"I'm capable of obtaining the car."

"But you're not allowed?"

"Does it matter?"

She grinned. "Nope."