After school, I drove my car to Peridots house for an impromptu meeting.

"Here's what you need to know about Steven Universe," Peridot told me.

My notebook was ready. My hair was up for the second time that week, but I was as pristine and perfect as he liked me to be and it felt good.

"One: Steven Universe can silvertongue you. Granted he doesn't do it often, but it's something you should know."

*

"Connie," A thumb grazed over my bottom lip. "After practice, we need to have a talk. I'll call you. You'll answer."

"Okay, what about?" Impromptu phone calls were one way to ruffle my anxiety, but somehow planned ones were worse.

His brow furrowed. "Don't ask questions. Say, 'Yes, Steven. As you wish.'"

The words fell from my lips in a dreamy whisper before I could comprehend them and my cheeks burned crimson.

"I love how obedient you are. I'll talk to you after school. Come on, Pearl and Spinel. Schools out and I've got some energy to burn before practice."

It was always strange to me how Pearl and Spinel became different people once school was out. They still had the same personalities, but if I'd thought they hung on Stevens every word before, I hadn't a clue.

"Yes, my Diamond." They chorused.

"What would you like for us to do, My Diamond?" Pearl asked.

"Surprise me."

*

"Number two! Steven Universe has more powers than you can count on all toes and fingers."

"The ones he gets the most use out of: his voice! His psychic ghost powers! And his despicably good looks!" Peridot wrinkled her nose at the last part and turned to me.

"What's psychic ghost powers?" I was pretty sure I knew what it was, and I turned out to be right.

"So basically, he can leave his body behind and use his consciousness as a sort of way of... messing with you." Lapis blushed as I guessed memories crossed her mind. "You'll know it when you see it, o-or feel it. Trust us."

So that's what that was? I decided not to tell them that I'd already experienced both powers, sensing that would avert the topic.

"Number three: Steven Universe is demisexual, but that's your way in."

I looked between Peridot and Lapis. "But he has to get to know me. I don't even know me yet!"

"I didn't either, and that's the tricky part," Lapis warned with a sigh. "You have to let him teach without letting him wiggle his way in. He's going to change you, it's... impossible to avoid. He's going to bring things out of you that you didn't know about." She'd been staring at the ground but now met my eye. "And you have to let him."

I didn't know at the time how soon that would start, but I was in for a wild surprise when I answered my phone that night.

"Connie," He sounded so breathless I was immediately worried.

"Steven, are you okay?" I knew I should be focusing on studying since cheer practice just got out, but I was now one track minded the second I heard his voice.

He hummed. "What are you doing?"

Instantly my cheeks went ablaze at his tone, and my body followed shortly after. "Oh, I was... just cleaning my room." A lie.

"Are you busy?"

Yes. "No." Another lie. I'd never lied to anyone before I started going to Empire University, and now it felt like it was compulsive.

"Lock your door." I heard him shift around and I blindly followed his instructions.

"What's going on?" I knew I shouldn't ask. My 'Curiosity Killed the Cat' poster hung on the back of my door like an ominous warning and he chuckled lowly.

More shuffling before he finally stilled. "You're my friend, right?"

Despite everything. a smile broke through. "Of course, Steven."

"Maybe even more than that..." He let that hang and my breath stopped in my chest. More than friends? "Best friends."

I exhaled so loud he laughed. "Y-Yeah... Sorry I guess my brain is just–,"

"Pretty girls don't need to think. They rule the universe, and they look hot doing it," He corrected firmly.

"Of course." Rule the universe? Was that a proper noun, or a reference to Homeworld? More heat flooded into my body. This wasn't new for him, but it felt like untapped territory and his tone had an underlying huskiness that made me shiver.

"Help me out with something, and I'll help you out in return."

And so it begins.

"Of course. Anything for you, Steven." My heart was pounding, but I tried to keep myself conscious.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Fuck you're adorable." He grunted and let out a happy sigh. "Take off your clothes."

He wasn't asking, and it wasn't like I hadn't already done this for him before. Too late to say no now probably, not that I would have. I stripped and tossed my clothes in the hamper. It crossed my mind that I could stay clothed and he couldn't possibly know, but something told me I shouldn't.

I'd never sent nudes, but Peridot had warned me about all the rules for sending them if it came up:

1.) NEVER include your face

2.) ALWAYS cover obvious birthmarks or tells that it's you

3.) Everything has to be perfect. A single misplaced hair could ruin your life.

"I want you to touch yourself for me."

I dropped my phone.

He wanted me to...?

I'd never really done that past slightly grinding on the arm of the couch at my parents house when no one was around. I was a virgin in every sense of the word, I just started to use tampons! Was this what Peridot and Lapis had been hinting at? Was he some kind of sexual deviant and now that he thought he'd softened me up, I was going to serve his whims?

I had no idea what I was doing, but I quickly picked my phone back up. "Y-yeah, okay."

"You sound nervous."

"I've... I've never..." I swallowed and glanced at my door. This was the dumbest thing I'd ever even considered doing. If nothing else, this would destroy my reputation if this got out.

"Oh, really?" He inhaled his excitement. "I'll teach you, Berry."

My knees went weak and I laid down on my bed, more nervous and horny than I've ever been in my life. What was Steven Universe doing to me? I could feel myself dying a slow, painful death and being replaced by a completely new person. Between trying to take him out, trying to date Hazel, being popular and sidestepping any of the strange feelings he gave me, I was already up to my neck in stress. I was scared, but I wasn't going to back down and break his trust.

Not yet.

"You have to follow my directions exactly, there's no room for error. You're going to do exactly what I tell you to, and I'm going to teach you everything you need to know."

His words were lighting fires in me, but I fought back the smile that wanted to come with it. "I'll do whatever you say."

"Good girl. Grab your headphones, it'll be easier to use both hands."

I popped in my ear buds and turned the wifi on and off eight times before my idiot ass finally hit bluetooth. It beeped and his voice was directly in my ears.

"Now lay down. Run your hands over those perky tits that drive me wild."

He turned pink, he glowed, when he looked at my breasts before. Were they perky? Was that... good? It's not like I didn't know what porn was, but I definitely didn't watch it with my mom's close watch on search history. As a new adult, I had other things on my mind besides porn.

'Let's just get this over with.'

I took a deep breath and dragged my fingers over them. When they brushed over my erect nipples I gasped softly and I could hear his smile. It felt good and warmth sprouted from there and straight down my legs.

I almost sat up in bed, but I knew he would hear. I'd never had that sort of sensation in my life. It was odd, but good odd. Maybe this would help relieve a little stress.

"Good girl. Do it again a few times, squeeze them, play with them."

I didn't know the definition of "play with them" but when I brushed against them again it felt too good and I grabbed it in my hand. That felt even better. A gentle kind of better, but better.

I circled around my nipple and found that felt good too, so I kept doing it.

"Pinch one of your nipples. Hard."

I did and it stung, but the second I released it the pain turned to more heat. "I like that," It slipped out of me before my brain could catch up to it and I cringed.

"K-Keep talking to me, I fucking love that." His voice was strained and I reacted more to that. He sounded like he wanted me. It made me feel pretty and want to please him more. The ethical part of my mind was being driven away, and I was letting it. Surely, something this small couldn't escalate so much that it would change my life, right?

Right.

"Rub the inside of your thighs. Don't touch your pussy yet, but imagine my hands teasing at you."

His hands? Of course, he's so damn self absorbed he doesn't want me thinking of Hazel instead of him. I rolled my eyes and followed his command. I could feel myself blush but my hands wandered down, imagining the strong man's hands in place of mine. I squeaked and grabbed down, pushing my fingers into the flesh.

"Your sounds are so perfect," He groaned.

My eyes shot open in realization. How was this helping him unless...?

My hands paused. Suddenly I was intimidated, I didn't want to mess this up. One slip up was all it would take. What was I doing? What was he doing? "Are–? I-I,"

"Shhhh... you're such a good girl. You're doing... such a good job."

A rush of need. My fear disappeared, shouldered aside by the need to get off with this man guiding me to my first orgasm. He was touching himself to me, too, and it was turning me on. This is wrong, I know it's wrong. "C-can I touch more?"

"Yes. This is important, bring your middle finger to your opening and tell me how wet you are."

It was so wet, so wet I was practically overflowing. I hadn't even done anything yet, and I was already so aroused I couldn't stop myself from whimpering. "Really wet."

He chuckled. "For who?"

"For you."

A lie. I needed it to be a lie. If it wasn't, what would that make me?

He chuckled so deeply it made more come. "Take some of that and bring it up until you feel where all that pleasure is coming from."

"My clitoris?"

"Yes, baby. Rub it."

I hated it when he called me nicknames. It was a power trip at its finest because it made me tingle. But a quiet, whispering part loved it when he called me nicknames, it liked when he sounded so turned on by me doing as he asked. I collected it and after a moments hesitation, lightly grazed my clit. "Fuck..."

"There we go."

It was intense, but not too intense for me to like it. I did it again and the reaction was the same. I knew about my anatomy, I knew what the clitoris was for, but I had no idea it would feel like this. "It feels so good." My face was hot, but it was all just pretend. I was doing whatever it took to slip between the cracks to make him let down his guard.

"You're just a natural, aren't you?"

I giggled, dazed out of my mind as it grew another step up. "Yes."

"You looked so fucking sexy at school today. That silk top had me wanting to pull you into the bathroom and fuck you silly."

Words! Fuck, the words felt nice against my skin and shot straight between my legs. I gasped, "W-why didn't you?"

The last of my logic mind finally evaporated when he murmured, "Wanted to test you out first... Needed to know if you were worthy."

If Steven had grabbed me at school and pulled out his dick, I would've had a full blown panic attack. I'd never even seen a penis in person besides on doctors charts, but the idea made me curious. "Am I?"

"We'll see. Go faster, I want to hear you cum for me."

I shuddered. I couldn't tell if it was my virgin body overwhelmed by pleasure, or if Stevens commands were pushing me further along but I was already so close. My toes curled as I chased it up. "A-am I doing a good job?" I needed his praise, I wanted him to tell me again.

This was all fine, everything was normal and this was fine. I was fine.

"Fuck yes... You're making me feel so good," He growled lowly. "This one's going to be a big one. I've been dreaming of this since I first saw you in that cafeteria. I'm going to make you my new toy."

I arched my back as I started to grow frustrated. I was teetering on the edge of something big, and I just wanted to reach it. "T-toy?" The feeling lessened and I groaned, not caring how loud I was being.

"My own personal toy. No one else gets to touch you. No one," He whispered.

Was this is? Was that all it had taken? Did I just win? Thoughts were slipping through my hands like butter with all of these suffocating sensations.

"Not until after I'm done making you a slut."

A slut? What would my mother and father think? I was only barely starting to become a normal person. My parents trusted me, and yet here I was selling myself out to a man that confused me as much as he intrigued me. Hazel didn't cross my mind like he did, Hazel didn't make me feel like this. "Please! Teach me!"

"Oh I will. I will." He inhaled sharply and uttered, "You're going to make me cum so fucking hard. I can't wait to break your innocence."

A jolt shot through me and then another and another. "Oh stars I'm cumming!" My eyes shot open as sounds burst out of me I didn't know I could make. Squeaks and pants and wails as my hips took over grinding against my hand.

"Oh shit..." He drawled and sighed in relief.

I was floating in midair, my body felt so light and I felt so good! I wanted it again, I wanted it over and over again until I couldn't take anymore.

Fuck my old life. Fuck taking him out. Fuck everything else but this feeling right here.

"Connie Maheswaren, I'm going to make you a true Crystal Gem in no time at all," He chuckled and his line clicked off.

I exhaled slowly, my mind spinning with two different sides, no three, screaming at each other about what the fuck just happened in the world. God what if my parents found out?!

"Yeah, way to go Connie. You sure showed us."

I sat up rigid in horror as the afterglow evaporated. "Sp-Spinel?!"

"Heya," She laughed. "I didn't know what he saw in you, but I guess I was wrong."

I felt like I was going to puke but I nodded. "Okay."

"But aren't ya mad at Steven for bringing me into this? It'd be totally valid," She assured me gently. "He can be a total selfish dick sometimes."

On one hand, I felt like my privacy had been entirely breached. If that call was somehow being shared with multiple people, who knows how many others were listening? But... why did that make me feel... good? Or no, bad. Really bad. Anxious. But sort of... powerful in a powerless kind of way. I couldn't crack before he did so I made my voice lighter. "No, not really. I guess he just wanted the power trip."

"A power trip?"

Of course he was still listening.

"N-no! Not like that! I just meant–,"

"Don't sweat it, Berry. Good night."

All the lines clicked off to silence and I collapsed backwards into bed.

I had somehow just survived my first phone sex and three way call.