Big Pleasure in Little Heaven (10k WORDS)
Five friends go on an interesting vacation (PART ONE FINISHED)
Chapter 1
by 
Vanessa Von Sex
“So you wouldn’t fuck Ben Affleck...”
“Nope.”
“But you’d fuck Seth Rogen?”
“Yup. I would.”
Your face shrinks in a gesture of confusion. Is she serious?
“Let me get this straight…”
The classroom is dark, pitch black except for the glaring image that the projector is reflecting on the whiteboard. As you finish your sentence, Lés Misérables plays for the rest of your french class.
“So for now it’s George Clooney, Brad Pitt and… Seth Rogen?”
“Yeah.”
Unbelievable. Out of all the celebrities in the entire world, your girlfriend picks two classically beautiful men and Seth fucking Rogen? What the hell is wrong with her?
“Is it like a fetish or something? Do you have a fetish for kinda-fat, dorky middle-aged men?”
“He’s not middle aged!”
“He sure looks like it.”
“And that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t fuck him!”
“Well I would ask you to unfuck him”
Even if everything is completely dark, you can still feel Michelle’s red face as if it was daylight.
“You know what? I won’t.”
Even if she’s whispering, she still sounds annoyed as hell. That’s what you love about her.
“Seth Rogen?”
“Shut up!”
Some idiot shuffles on his seat and hisses a “Shhhh!”.
“We’re trying to watch the movie here…” He whines as he gives you the stink eye.
“Who cares?” You answer honestly. That’ll show him.
Michelle slaps your hand. That’s her way of showing disapproval.
“What? He’s an asshole!”
“He’s just trying to watch the film!”
“Again, who cares?”
You get another “Shhhh!” from the same dipshit.
“What do I have to do for you to shut your mouth?”
“Gimme a little kiss.”
Michelle leans in and presses her lips against yours. She opens her mouth and gives you a little bit of tongue as you stroke her blonde hair, which these days cannot decide if it wants to be curly or straight.
She pulls back, teasing you for more. Your mouth is now suspended in the air, alone.
“C’mon… Come here…” You whisper carelessly.
You grab the back of her neck as you pull her towards you. She smiles and the tip of her perky breasts lean ever so slightly on your chest. You feel the need to…
Michelle pushes your hands off her chest.
“Stop it!”
The classroom lights turn on.