Literotic asexstories – The Katie Chronicles Ch. 02 by SallyG,SallyG
Jason and I met each other when we were in Mrs. Lipton’s 2nd grade class, which now is about 10 years ago. We were friends in those days, since we lived on the same street, and our parents knew each other. Mr. Goldman taught political science at a near by University, and I remember my Dad and he would constantly argue about politics.
Jason used to walk me home everyday, and we would tell each other everything. Everything was, of course, a fairly limited subject for two eight year olds, still I remember once when my sister asked me who my best friend was, I told her Jason.
The next year we were placed in different 3rd grade classes and we began to see less and less of each other. I became friends with a group of girls who were, even at the time, considered popular and Jason began hanging out with the kids who would later become known as the dorks of the school. As the years went by we would still talk from time to time, but I would always get the feeling that my friends were laughing at him when I spoke to him, so it made me uncomfortable. I have a vivid memory of Jason approaching me at a 6th grade social , and asking me if I wanted to dance right in front of my friends. I laughed at him and said, “no” which put all my friends into a giggling fit. Poor Jason slunk away dejected. I remember feeling afterwards like I should apologize, I had intended to say something to him, but I never did.
By the time we reached high school my family had moved to a much nicer neighborhood and I no longer even saw Jason around on the street. In freshmen year, I started dating Chip Bennett who was a senior and captain of the wrestling team (and a real dick I later found out).
For some reason, which had nothing to do with our long ago friendship, Chip took a dislike to Jason and a few of his friends, and would pick on him whenever he saw him. It seemed that upper classmen liked to find freshmen to pick on, and that year Jason was one of the unlucky chosen. A lot of times Chip and I would be kissing next to my locker and Jason would walk down the hall and see us and would turn tail and run. Chip would laugh and yell after Jason, “Run Fuck Nuts!!”, and I would laugh like an idiot, pretending that my boyfriend had a sense of humor. Later that year I broke up with Chip when he tried to date rape me in the back of his IROC and take my virginity – I wasn’t ready for that and kneed him in the groin to put an exclamation on the point. He drove me home that night in silence (except for the sound of me crying) and that was the end of our relationship. As far as Jason went, we never really spoke the last few years of high school.
Which brings me to what happened recently.
Two Sundays ago I went to the beach with my friends Robyn and Nicole. We spent the day playing Frisbee, tanning, and flirting with some really cool guys we met who were visiting from Australia. If Robyn hadn’t had to get home by 5 (to go to some dinner with her Dad) I probably would have hooked up with this one awesome guy named Derek, but Robyn had to run and as things turned out, I’m glad that never happened.
On the way home I asked Robyn to quickly stop at the gas station so I could pick up a bottle of water. When Robyn pulled in to the station she almost crippled this Asian guy who was minding his own business trying to put air in to his bicycle tire, and he looked up at her and angrily said, “Why don’t you watch where you’re going?”
The situation was quickly diffused by Nicole (who looks like a super model) getting out of the jeep and going over to the guy to apologize. Now you’d never know it to look at her, but Nicole is a very warm person, and when the Asian guy (who must have been in his 50s) really started to act up, I saw Nicole do something that I’ve seen her do dozens of times – she grabbed the man’s hand and gently held it. You would have thought she had just told him that she loved him, you could literally see the anger melt away, and he was all smiles and avuncular advice after that. When they parted and said good bye they seemed to have a genuine human moment. It was fascinating to watch.
After they said good-bye Nicole walked back over to Robyn and me and under her breath mutter, in a fantastic faux Asian accent, “Why don’t you watch where you’re going.”
Robyn and I started laughing and we continued to laugh as we entered the store, pushing and shoving and repeating the joke over and over again. Being slightly drunk, having had too much sun, and being horny from flirting with cute surfer boys causes one to be a little on the silly side.
As we entered I immediately caught sight of Jason, working behind the counter, in his company issued polyester pull over – and I laughed –then caught myself. I grabbed my bottle of water and stopped to talk to Nicole who was admiring the chips and dips rack (such items would never, in Nicole’s food obsessed world, actually make it in to her mouth). When we got to the front counter, Robyn was already there rummaging though a tray that contained cheap lip glosses.
Although I wore a wrap around skirt over my bikini, I still had nothing over my top and the air conditioning was having an effect on my nipples, a condition that smart-ass Robyn did not fail to notice and comment on.
“Hey, Jason, you might want to frisk her it looks like she’s smuggling erasers out of here,” and then she added, “Take a good long look, Jason, that’s the closest you’ll ever get to those magnificent beauties.”
Jason, who was kind of just standing there looking at my breasts, blushed a deep crimson and looked down at the register. I punched Robyn on the arm and told her to shut up. Robyn laughed like a hyena and shouted, “Well it’s true!”
I apologized to Jason telling him that Robyn was drunk, but he just looked at the register, as he rang us up, not saying a word. A tried to smile at him when we left, but he turned away.
When we got outside Robyn was still rattling on about something, but my mind was elsewhere. When she called my name for the second time to get in to the Jeep, I told her that I was just going to walk home (it was only about a mile from where we were). Nicole looked at me and smiled, and Robyn shook her head, looked at me suspiciously and drove off.
I started walking home, but only got a few feet before I turned around and went back to the store. I wanted to say something to Jason, I just wasn’t sure what.
I had always prided myself on connecting with people, I like making people feel good when I deal with them, and I hated that idea that somehow someone I once knew didn’t even like saying two words to me now. I was ready to admit that we had grown apart, and I was ready to admit it was my fault, but at least I could remind him that we were once friends. I’m not sure why but the idea seemed really important.
When I entered the store Jason saw me immediately and quickly averted his eyes. I walked right up to him.
“ I really am sorry,” I said, flashing him a big smile, “ I know Robyn can act like an idiot.”
“It’s alright,” he muttered under his breath, “ doesn’t matter anyway.”
“Oh it doesn’t, I’m sorry I thought it did,” I started to leave, I didn’t know what to say to that. I had taken a few steps towards the door, when I heard Jason call after me.
“What does it matter to you anyway?” He sounded very sorry for himself.
“We were friends once, Jason.”
He looked at me with a sad expression and finally said, “ That was a long time ago.”
“We’re only 18, nothing is that long ago,” I said.
Just then his manager, an Indian man in his 50s emerged from the back room, he smiled at me and looked at Jason.
“Jason, your shift is almost over,” he said, “it’s alright, if you want to leave a few minutes early to be with your girl friend.”
I could tell Jason was about to correct his boss’s mistaken impression so I jumped in, and flashing my most flirtatious smile, I thanked the manager for being so kind. Jason said nothing so I asked him, if I waited a few minutes for him, would he take a walk with me. He nodded his agreement.
I waited outside for him, and 10 minutes later, Jason emerged wearing his street clothes, a plaid shirt and blue jeans.
If one wanted to be generous, one might say, Jason had an interesting face. He was not by any stretch good looking, he has a large nose and his eyes seemed to close together. He wore his hair fairly long, but not as a style, more because he seemed uninterested in going to the barber. His hair was somewhat wild an unkempt. He was thin, but had no muscles, and he was about as tall as I was – 5’6. Physically he reminded me a lot of the actor Dustin Hoffman.
If anyone had seen the two of us together anyone might have been forgiven for wondering, “What is she doing with him?” I had gone through high school thinking thoughts like that, and discouraging guys, who I didn’t see up to my physical standards, from trying to talk to me. But, recently Niki and I had discussed that very subject and we had come to the realization that it was a shallow and negative way to live – we had taken a vow that day to change the error of our ways (Robyn had steadfastly refused to take the same vow).
So that afternoon Jason and I took a long walk, up through the woods, to the little old cemetery that was up on a hill that over looked our suburb.
As we walked we chatted, at first somewhat uncomfortably, about our lives and our plans for school in the fall (Jason was going to Yale), and our childhood’s.
By the time we reached the cemetery, and had found a tree to sit under, I could tell Jason was holding something back, so I asked him what it was. He hesitated a long time before answering.
“I’ve kind of have hated you the last few years,” he finally said.
“You hated me?” I replied. I had no idea.
“Well, I didn’t really hate you,” he quickly added, “I guess I was just angry.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You used to ignore me when you were around your friends,” he said, of course he was right about that, “ and then you dated that idiot Chip Bennett.”
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