Literotic asexstories – After the Beginning Bk. 01 Ch. 02 by xxDragonBakexx,xxDragonBakexx
As with Chapter 1, all characters in this chapter (all chapters) are over 18. There are a few times the characters may think back to when they were younger, but there are no sexual activities in any of those memories.
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The next morning before school I sat on the sofa watching GI Joe and eating a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Mom and dad left for work pretty early every day, and mom always woke me on her way out the door. I was Lord of the Manor for one hour and twenty minutes every morning before school. This ruling of the house proved invaluable during the Beth Debacle. My best friend Raj Jeffries had coined that name for the whole mess.
“Dutch, Cobra Commander is not here,” Destro taunted from the TV.
I swallowed the last bite of cereal and turned the bowl up. Drinking the sugary milk was my favorite part of my morning breakfast. I looked past the bowl at my front door. I could still see the way Beth looked that last morning- tear streaked eyes, hardly brushed hair. ‘It is over,’ she had said, and offered one last fuck.
I shivered. It was all so surreal. That girl had occupied all my thoughts and affected all my decisions for nearly six months. In less than 24 hours it went from her saying, ‘Ok, you’re right, I do love you’ to me feeling the barrel of a pistol on my temple and finally to her saying, ‘It is over’ right at my front door. She was already back with Kenny, and she wanted one last fuck from me.
The strangest part is that I understood-, maybe, it was all way too new. I was okay with it all, though. Weird. Now, the whole situation simply excited me anew, and I loved sharing the tale with Abby.
I took my bowl to the kitchen and climbed into my gray Pontiac Grand Am. Two minutes later I waited in Jeffries’s driveway. “Hurry up, numb nuts,” I called out the window when I saw Jeffries step out of his house.
“I’m trying to give you time to unwad your panties.” Raj fell into the passenger side. “What’s up?” He put in a Tom Petty tape and turned it up. “Have fun with Abby last night? Hit that shit, yet?”
“No, but things got a bit interesting yesterday.” I couldn’t hide my grin.
“Do tell.” Raj pushed fast-forward. “Let’s listen to Yur So Bad.”
“I was driving out by Eastern Edge. Abby was with me.” I started.
“Spell-binding story so far.” Raj lit a cigarette.
“Give me one.” I did not call myself a smoker at that point. I only ever bummed cigs off Raj, and never bought my own. Raj passed me a Marlboro Light and, after lighting it, I continued, “Kenny Harris drove right by us.”
“Did you pop a U-ee and run him off the road?” He blew smoke out the crack atop the window.
“No.”
“You should have, pussy.” Raj ashed through the window gap. “I told you that night you should have beat his ass. Look at you, over 6′, played football-”
“I wasn’t any good,” I admitted.
“Better than that little bitch, Kenny. What is he, like 5’3″? I’m still disappointed in you. You should have thrown that fucker across the parking lot, pussy.” Raj pointed at me.
“He had a gun, Raj.” My defense came out as a squeal. “It was against my temple. You might remember.” I made a gun with my hand and held it to his temple.
“Whatever, I doubt it was loaded. You could have wiped the floor with that ass then fucked his girl in front of him while he tried to stand up.” Raj always jumped at every chance to grieve me over that night.
“Technically, she was my girl then,” I corrected.
“Sure,” Raj shook his head. “I doubt he would agree. I don’t want to talk about her any more. It makes me feel sorry for you like how I feel sorry for Natty.” Raj laughed. Natty was the special needs girl we had both gone to school with our whole lives.
“Abby wants me to tell her about it.” I could feel Raj staring at me waiting for more. “Kenny actually smiled and waved when he saw me. You believe that?”
“Why does Abby want to talk about it?” he asked.
“It turns her on,” I admitted.
“Whatever, weirdo. You and your boring, nerdy girlfriend can while away the hours talking about the girl that used to suck your dick. I don’t give a shit.” Raj ejected Tom Petty and put in User Your Illusion II. Axl Rose had been screeching a bit before Raj spoke again. “Why can’t you just let Beth go, bro?”
“I did, man. Seeing Kenny was just a surprise.” I wasn’t still hung up on Beth.
“But you have never stopped talking about her.” Raj hit fast forward. “I want to hear Don’t Cry before we get to school.”
“This version on two is better.” Guns N Roses Use Your Illusion album was really two albums, I and II. Don’t Cry was the only song on both albums, but the lyrics were different on each album.
“Usually. Sometimes one is better, though.” Raj fast-forwarded and rewound the tape to zero into the start of the song.
“Yeah. I did stop talking about her, though.” I thought it was hot that my girlfriend wanted me to talk to her about other girls. I expected to get some kind of legend status out of it. Instead, Raj tried to make me seem like a love sick fool. “I never would have talked about her if Abby didn’t beg for me to.”
“Don’t you cry tonight,” Raj said in time with the tape player and in mockery of me.
“Fuck you.” I punched his arm with a laugh. “I should make you walk.”
We both laughed and changed the subject. Ten minutes later we arrived to school, and said our goodbyes. Raj and I hardly saw each other at school- different circles. I saw Raj at school even less than I saw Abby.
Most high school couples consume all of each other’s time, but Abby and I were different. We might see each other between morning classes, but barely spoke until fourth period Civics class. We were both honors students, and the only class we shared was a non-honors core class.
She sat in her seat already when I arrived at econ class. She looked like a magazine cover. Spring was warming nicely, but there was still a bit of a chill in the wind outside. Abby was dressed in a flowing skirt and a tan sweater, perfect for the weather and to turn heads. “Hey, Abby,” I said simply. Abby always hated pet names.
“Het, studmuffin.” She stood and kissed me, something she had never done before at school unless you count our first kiss in the parking lot while no one watched.
“What has got into you?” I asked with a whisper.
“Nothing, yet, but my sexy boyfriend gets into any other girl he wants.” Abby did not whisper. Her words stole the attention of other students near us.
I stood open-mouthed for a moment, and I was saved when Coach Edmonds entered the room. “Seats,” he called out before taking his own seat behind the desk. “Today we are going to explore the question: ‘Is America a Christian country?'”.
By the end of class the answer for that question remained a mystery, but my mind was occupied elsewhere. “Why did you call me ‘studmuffin’? You hate pet names,” I said as Abby and I headed for lunch.
“I don’t know. It just feels right, now.” She pop-kissed my cheek. “Are you eating with me today?”
A couple weeks earlier I started eating with Abby and her friends about half the time. The other half I stayed with my old lunch crew. “Sure.”
“Good.” She smiled that sweet smile and tossed her long blonde hair. “I am not jealous when you sit with Jennifer and Misty, but I think you should sit with me today.” She had an air of mischief. We entered the crowded cafeteria, and Abby stopped at a coke machine. “Go ahead and get your food. I’m just gonna grab a coke.”
“You got it.” A moment later I stood in the line deciding if I wanted pizza or meatloaf when hands covered my eyes from behind.
“Guess who, Mr. Bonus Points,” the sweet recognizable voice spoke behind me.
“What’s up, Jennifer?” I turned to see her standing beside Misty. Either one of those girls alone would stop traffic, and they always traveled together. It was an accident waiting to happen.
Charlsie Owen was generally considered the primo girl in school, and, though Charlsie was a good friend, I had to admit that Jennifer or Misty either one could take Charlsie’s title. Jennifer and Misty came as a set. It was impossible to consider one without the other. I always thought their duality split the vote and kept them runner-ups. Charlsie was incredibly hot, too, though; it was a really tough case to consider. Regardless, out of those three, Jennifer was my favorite; she was almost a sister.
There in the lunch line, Jennifer wore jeans and a button up blouse. She was a rather conservative girl and hardly used any make-up. Her sandy blonde hair hung in a pony tail down her back. She looked the same she did every day- simple and beautiful. Misty stood beside Jennifer in juxtaposition. For school every day, Misty readied herself as anything but simple. If the boys at school had to pick out one girl who epitomized sex, it would be Misty. She was quiet and approachable, and her make up was always on point. Her hair was permed and styled perfectly; I could picture her spending an hour every morning styling her hair. That day she wore shorts and a tee, both of which gripped her body and accentuated every curve.
“Are you ever going to share any of Mrs. Bingle’s points?” Jennifer asked. I shared English Literature with Jennifer and Misty- Charlsie, too. The teacher, Mrs. Bingle, sometimes asked ad-hoc bonus questions at the end of class. I had a talent for instant recall, so I was the bonus point champ.
“This is a school, not a charity.” I leaned into Jennifer and bumper her shoulder with mine to show her I was kidding.
“Sitting with us?” Misty asked.
“I’m sitting with Abby today,” I said. Misty and Jennifer both nodded. It was my turn to order. I told the lunch lady, “Pizza, please.”
“You guys are really getting close?” Jennifer asked.
“Well, we are dating, so…” I said with a laugh.
Jennifer leaned close and whispered. “Have you had sex with her, yet?”
“Jennifer!” I took the plate of pizza from the lunch lady. “I won’t kiss and tell.”
“Bullshit. You told me on the first day of class in January that you made love with Beth Catsman over Christmas break.” Jennifer seemed offended.
“I told you already, Abby is Catholic. She is waiting until marriage.” A nervous knot built in my stomach.
“She is probably just scared,” Misty said. “Maybe Jennifer and I can teach her things.”
“Misty!” Jennifer slapped her arm. “I am dating, Greg!” Greg Fisher had graduated two years before, and he had dated Jennifer since we were freshmen. Jennifer never talked about sex, but she was nineteen and had been dating the same guy for years. I had to assume.
“Jennifer, get your mind out of the gutter. I just mean we could talk to her. We don’t have to let her watch Joey fuck you.” Misty rolled her eyes with a smile. “You would though.”
“I would not! Stop it.” The girls laughed together.
I paid for my lunch. “See ya, girls.”
“See ya, sweetie.” Jennifer said. They each kissed an opposite cheek and laughed about the redness of my face.
I crossed the cafeteria and joined Abby. She sat across from her best friend, Angela. I never had a problem with Angela, but we were never friends. Angela was very shy, plain, and nerdy. She was Baptist, not Catholic, and I had no idea of her sexual history. I highly suspected she was even more virgin than Abby. Angela wore baggy jeans and a T-shirt that should have been tossed in a rag pile long ago.
The girls shushed their conversation as I sat. “Where’s Randy and Michael?” I asked. Michael had been a quasi-friend since Freshman Physical Science. He and I had never been close, but he always made me laugh. Randy, though, made me uncomfortable. No one in the school admitted to being gay, but everyone aside from Randy himself, knew Randy was gay. He often made fun of my clothes or hair or something else for which I had no concern.
“They’re coming.” Abby pointed. “Maria’s with them.” She grasped Angela’s hand. “We will continue this discussion later. I meant what I said.” She nodded to Angela. Angela glanced at me and nodded back to Abby. Abby turned to me, “Doesn’t Angela have really pretty eyes? I was just telling Angela how pretty her eyes were.”
Abby tried to hint a response from me with her eyes, and, when that didn’t work, she goosed me under the table. “What?” I asked.
“Angela’s eyes. Aren’t they pretty?” Abby asked.
I moved my stare to Angela and watched her face red. I had never studied Angela’s features since she dressed like a hobo, but she really was pretty underneath the potato sack wardrobe. Her big brown eyes looked like a chocolate chip adornment on a ball of cotton. The contrast was interesting if you noticed. Her round soft face elicited an instinct to protect her. “Yes, Angela’s eyes are nice.” I nodded. “You are very pretty, Angela.”
“Thank you, Joey, but you don’t have to say that.” She looked down bashfully.
I saw Abby’s friends approaching. Maria was a very funny girl, and she made hanging with Abby’s friends more tolerable. She was not attractive, and she weighed as much as four Abby’s. She could tell a joke very well, though, and she and Michael had been friends since kindergarten.
“Hey, Joey.” Michael sat across from me, next to Angela. Maria sat beside him. Randy sat on the other side of Abby from me. Michael continued, “I’m glad you’re joining us, I get tired of being the only testosterone wielder in the group.”
“I’m right here,” Randy protested.
“I know,” Michael answered.
“See if I save you a seat on the bus,” Randy countered.
“Do you have trouble on the bus, Michael?” Maria asked. “Is it a syllabus?”
“You guys still ride the bus?” I asked.
“Some of us actually buy new clothes and don’t scavenge dumpsters. We don’t have enough cash for a car.” Randy’s insults annoyed me more than they offended me.
“Angela said you guys are going to the lake Saturday.” Abby jumped in.
“Yeah, you guys coming?” Michael nodded to Abby and me.
“No.” Abby and I said in unison.
Abby continued, “We have plans. Angela is coming with us.”
“We do?” I asked and winced when Abby pinched me under that table.
“Yes, Angela asked for help with..” She looked at Angela. “It’s school, right? A subject, right? It’s-”
“Latin,” Angela said.
“Yes, Latin. I told her you were really good at Latin. Will you help?” Abby asked.
“Libenter inserviet,” I said. Everyone cast blank states at me. “Of course, I will help.”
We finished lunch, and, when the bell rang, we all started for our 5th period. I walked Abby to her locker. “What is Saturday about?”
“What?” Abby was distracted. “Oh, don’t worry. It will be fun.”
Aside from the ‘studmuffin’ comment in Civics, Abby had returned to her old self. It almost felt like I had imagined the previous day. “I mean. Are you.. Am I… Does Angela…” I didn’t know how to finish, so I let it go. “I thought you said no PDA and no pet names.”
“I’m over the pet name thing, and I decided there is no reason I should not kiss you at school. Doxie actually made fun of me over it. I had to admit she was correct. That was the worst part.” The crowd of students around us had grown during our chat. Abby’s head swiveled as she looked around at the crowd. SHe turned back to me with a spark of mischief in her eyes. “Kiss me. Kiss me now.”
I hesitated, and Abby’s face jumped to mine tongue first. She dropped her book to the ground and wrapped both arms around my neck. Other students continued to bump and jostle us as we kissed. This was our first hallway kiss. After less than one minute, I felt the crowd closing in around us. Abby ended the kiss after the first ‘get it, boy’ from the spectators. She picked up her book, and we continued.
“Angela is a pretty girl, yes?” Abby’s voice had regained the arrogant British tone I adored.
“Sure, Abby, but why?” I held my palms up with the question as we walked. “All this talk about Angela and how pretty she is, this clan destine event with Angela on Saturday, all your sudden changes.” I waited for Abby to respond as we came to a stop at her locker. She entered her lock combination wordlessly. “Maybe, if you would just tell me, then-”
“Yes. I know she doesn’t seem like much, but I have seen her nude. She is a beautiful girl. Besides, if you want me to keep sucking that dick, you need to do something for me, too.” She pulled her Economics book from her locker and shut it. “I’m just kidding, baby. I’ll keep doing that no matter what, but… I don’t know.”
“What is it you want, Abby? This all started with me telling you a story from my past, one that I barely started by the way, but for some reason I feel like you are the one with all the secrets.” I felt frustrated, mostly because I did not know why I was frustrated.
Abby poked my nose with her index finger. “You are so cute.” She pulled books from her locker. “Trust me, you will have fun Saturday. Let’s just wait.”
“This is crazy.” I put my arm around Abby’s shoulders. “You are crazy. I love you though.”
“You better!” She pressed her cheek into the side of my chest as we walked. I walked her all the way to her fifth period Economics class and made it to Drama one second before the bell.
Abby’s cute sister Doxie shared Drama with me, and she attacked as soon as I entered. “Why would you wear that?” Doxie stood with her hand on her hip waving her arm up and down pointing at me. “A flannel shirt unbuttoned over a tank top. Do you think Abby likes that? I happen to know that she does not.”
“I just finished making out with her. She didn’t complain.” I stepped past Doxie.
“I never said she didn’t like kissing you.” She threw her hands up. Doxie and Abby both had long blonde hair, but the similarities ended there. Abby was fairly tall at 5’8″, and Doxie was barely 5′. Abby was nerdy, and Doxie pretended to be a country girl. I had even caught her dipping snuff backstage during the one act rehearsals.
“Hey Jeffries!” I called out. Raj sat on the couch on the stage studying his script. He and I were in different one acts, and I volunteered to be the line feeder for his show. The plan was for me to be on stage behind the sofa, hidden from the audience, but ready to provide lines if needed.
Raj and Doxie played a married couple visiting the bride’s parents. The play was a really funny comedy of errors. It reminded me of a good Three’s Company scene. Raj and Doxie both shared stories with one of the parents while the other was off stage. The stories got all mixed up. The one act climaxed to a big 4 person fight where no one could understand what anyone else was angry about. My role as line-feeder became important then since the lines didn’t really feed off each other.
“You got your lines?” Raj asked without looking up.
“Mostly.” I fell to the sofa. “We have a couple weeks. Hey, my clothes are fine, right?”
“Huh?” Raj looked over at my clothes. “I guess, it’s not ripped or anything. Sure, it is a couple weeks, but Nicole is out this week.”
Nicole Mason was my co-star. We played a married couple on vacation in a wooded cabin only to learn the cabin is haunted by another young couple. After 30 minutes of humor, there is a very emotional scene where we realize that the young couple are alone, and we are the ghosts. Nicole collapses into my arms in tears at curtain close.
Nicole was cute in a soft, cuddly, fresh raisin cookie kind of way. A cute button nose adorned her oval face. She did not wear a lot of make-up, but the quality of her genes was apparent. I did not really know Nicole until Drama class, but I heard she came from money.
“He thinks just because my sister kisses him, he is allowed to dress that way without being made fun of.” Doxie marched toward the stage with Janet laughing behind her.
Janet locked eyes with me and pointed at Doxie then spun a finger around her ear. “Doxie, Joey can dress however he wants.” She plopped in one of the seats in the theater and opened her script. “He can also undress however he wants.” She winked at me.
“Gross!” Doxie stormed to the sage and collapsed to sit cross-legged on the stage next to her stuff. I smiled a thank you at Janet. Janet rolled her eyes and winked again before looking down to study her script. Late last Fall, when I was crushing really hard on Beth, Janet and Lizzy (the third member of Doxie’s trio) hung out with us at Raj’s house one Saturday. She ended up laying on my chest tickling me. I wanted to kiss her, but I was worried about Beth. I watched Janet study her script. I really should have kissed her that day.
“Places!” Mrs. Monroe called from stage right. Everyone took their seats and we had an uneventful rehearsal.
After Drama I finished my school day with Physics, my favorite class. The teacher Mrs. Lorena- I had her my Freshman year for Algebra One- knew next to nothing about Physics. Mrs. Rosenbalm, the usual teacher, was on maternity leave. Mrs. Lorena liked and trusted me, so she usually let me decide the lessons from the book.
The lessons were always complete with plenty of time remaining to goof off. Most of the class just bull shit or did work for other classes. My table always played Rook. Other than me, the table included Seth, Greg, Amy, Jess, Misty, and Jennifer. A rook game only took four players. It was always two guys and two girls, and everyone took turns. Jess and I were in most games though.
Most of my classmates had been at school in the same district since kindergarten. I had shared a class with many as long as I can remember, and the others I had known since elementary schools converged into middle school. Jess was a bit of an oddball. She did not join until high school, when her parents moved to the area. She grew up in a private school. She was one of the popular girls with Charlsie, Misty, and Jennifer, but she was definitely different.
Jess hardly wore make up, and she styled her shoulder length blonde hair rather simply. She dressed more modestly than her friends, but it wasn’t because she was shy or lacked confidence. Jess was a knockout, a simple knockout, and she knew it. But it was like she didn’t want to show off her body in front of all these children.
“Are we partners today?” Jess slugged me on the shoulder and took the seat across from me at the table.
“You guys were partners yesterday, but whatever.” Seth pulled the cards from his bag and shuffled.
“Undefeated, right?” I leaned back in my seat and smiled at Jess. I really liked Jess, but, just like Misty, Jennifer, and Charlsie, she was way out of my league.
“No, Joey, you are not as good as you think. Amy and I beat you guys last week.” Greg sat next to Jess. “Come on, Seth, we will get them this time.” Greg made me laugh, and I liked him. He could be a little annoying sometimes, though. He was a really big guy, close to three hundred pounds probably. Sometimes, when he’d laugh, he’d fall into coughing fits. He looked like a big balloon squeaking out air then.
“All three guys get to play? No way.” Jennifer to the rescue.
“I need to talk to you, Jenn, let Amy play.” Misty cut her eyes to me, then leaned to Jennifer to whisper, but I still heard her. “It is about, you know who and you know what?”
Jennifer looked up to Misty then looked at me then back to Misty. “Come on.” She grabbed Misty’s arm and the two scurried off to the other side of the room.
“Amy?” Greg asked hopefully. “You playing?”
“Sure.” Amy took her spot across from Seth.
Amy was fun and quiet in a mature way much like Jess. I never really understood why Amy was taking Physics. She was not an honor student like the other popular girls. That was probably why I never really considered Amy as part of that crew. Amy spent most of the day on the vocational side of the building as the ruling queen of the agriculture and auto body band.
“You got no chance, Amy. Joey and I have a psychic connection.” Jess slapped Seth’s hand. “Stop shuffling and deal already.”
“Whatever, Jess, you are going down today,” Amy countered with a laugh.
Greg lost himself in a fit of laughter and coughing. The girls looked around perplexed. Before class, he, Seth, and I had debated which girl was the cutest in the class. We ended up ranking which one had the best ass, best tits, best skin, etc. Jess won best lips with a unanimous vote. We all agreed Jess’s lips blew away the competition, The pun of it brought coughs from Greg. When Amy said Jess was going down, the memory must have returned.
“Nothing,” Greg said between laughs to answer the confused stares. When his laughter subsided, he pulled a notebook from his bag and doodled, hiding whatever he drew from onlookers. The occasional giggle still bubbled up from the fat kid, but he kept the coughs at bay.
“No way!” Everyone, even the students at the other tables, turned to the sound of Jennifer’s voice. She stood, wide-eyed, in the corner with Misty. Misty turned her so their backs were to the class. The class dismissed the outburst and returned to their previous activities.
I might have stared at my two friends in the corner longer than everyone else. Jennifer stood about six inches taller than Misty, but Misty was the more assertive of the two and her arm was draped over Jennifer’s shoulders, pulling her down to a huddle. The two asses side by side nearly burned my retina. They both shifted their weight from one leg to the other as they whispered.
Misty’s body reminded me of Jessica Rabbit, but shorter. Her breasts were almost as big as Charlsie’s, and her perfect bust reflected over her tiny waist to her round ass- a perfect pin up.
Jennifer’s long and lean form reminded me more of an elf than a pinup. I was not really friends with Jennifer back in the eighth grade when I read Lord of the Rings, but, even then, my thoughts got all mushy around her. I remember imaging Jennifer whenever I read about Arwen. Jennifer’s graceful beauty was countered by the fact that in reality she was a major clutz. So endearing it made my tummy warm. It was like how she was super smart, but so strangely ignorant, too. One time last year she told me that if you pump your gas pedal it saves mileage. I never checked it, but-
“You’ve been staring at their asses long enough.” Jess snapped her fingers. “Earth to Joey.”
Amy said, ‘Four, spades.”
“Bids to you, Joey,” Seth said, looking at his cards.
“Five, hearts,” I said after a quick glance at my cards. The hand sucked; I would be lucky to win one trick.
Seth looked at Amy. “Six-” he paused, staring hard at Amy, “spades- no, clubs.”
“Seven, clubs,” Jess said quickly. She smiled and winked at me. If I was reading things right, this would be a fun hand.
Amy stared at her cards for a moment. “Pa-”
“No,” Seth interrupted. I sighed in relief. If Amy passed, that would ruin the whole plan.
“I got nothing,” Amy said.
“Just bid something to let me know what you do have,” Seth whispered. Cross talk was not allowed, but it was common with Seth and Amy.
“Which is nothing,” Amy exasperated. We all, except for Jess, had southern accents, but Amy’s was most pronounced. The word ‘nothing’ had one mashed and clumsy syllable when she said it. “Eight, clubs.”
“Pass,” I said and smiled at Jess.
Seth’s eyes scanned the table, trying to read the other players. “Are we doing orphans?” he asked.
“Don’t we always,” Jess answered. Orphans were we when you underbid. After ten orphans you lose five-hundred points.
Seth sighed. He was a habitual under-bidder. “Nine, clubs. Joey passed, so what’s your final bid, Jess?”
“Low ball,” she said with a grin.
“Hell, yes!” I said. “We got this.” In Rook, at least in our house rules, a low ball bid meant that the team intended to not win a single trick. It is exceedingly difficult to not win a single trick. Even Jess and I are rare to try it against a team other than Seth and Amy.
A surprise giggle from Greg caught our attention. “Look.” He turned his notebook to Seth. After a glance and chuckle, Seth looked up at us embarrassed.
“What is it?” Amy asked.
“Nothing,” Seth answered.
Greg laughed. “You and Jess can’t see it.” He passed the notebook to me. “Look, Joey.”
Jess stood up in a huff, “Fine then, pass notes.” She stormed off and Amy went after her.
“That was weird,” I said. “Why do all the girls keep stomping away?” I watched the two girls stop and talk a few steps away.
“Damnit, Joey, look at it.” Greg laughed up a single cough.
I looked at the image on the front page of the notebook for a second or two before it made sense. The focus was the profile of a girl’s face. The girl was obviously Jess from context, but unrecognizable otherwise. Greg did add a little flip to the end of her hair.
The girl’s mouth was open and a large phallus entered her mouth and extended through the back of her head. Below the image was written: ‘Hi, I’m Jess and I’d like to have my head blown off by a big dick like yours.’ The words ‘going down’ had been written, but they were scratched through.
A hand flew through my periphery and snatched the notebook away. I jerked around to see Jess staring at the notebook. She looked up from the page at me. “Joey, I’d expect such immaturity from them. But you?”
Sometimes, in tense emotional situations- like that moment, a joke pops into my head. It is never really a funny joke, but it is there, and it must get out. I looked back at Jess with full sincerity and said, “Et tu, Brute?”.
Jess’s wide eyes grew even more. Her face twisted in anger, embarrassment, shame, and shock. “I..” She left the room.
Mrs. Lorena, and the rest of the class, looked up when the door opened. Amy waved them down. “She was feeling bad. I’m going to go check on her.”
“What happened?” / “Is Jess Ok?” Jennifer and Misty asked when they ran over.
“Yeah, Joey,” Amy motioned to the notebook, “picked the wrong day to pick at Jess.”
Misty picked up the notebook. “Joey!”
Jenifer pulled the offensive material from Misty. “Why did you describe yourself in third person? That’s weird.”
“What? I looked from one girl to the other.
“‘Blow my head off, Joey’ why would you write it like that. That’s weird. This is also gross.” Jennifer shook her head.
“I didn’t write it!” I felt guilty for nothing I’d done.
“He didn’t, really.” Amy stepped to the door. “That ‘atta booty’ comment was even worse though.” Her accent stretched each word as far as it would go.
“What?” I never said ‘atta booty’. “That was ‘et tu, Brute’!” I called back, but the door closed mid sentence.
“Joey really is guiltless here.” Seth reached across the table and pulled the cards to him. Today’s game was a bust. “Greg just handed him the notebook. He only looked at it right before Jess grabbed it.”
“Did you see her face?” Greg burst to laughter followed by coughs.
“You’re really an asshole, Greg. Ever wonder why you don’t get dates?’ Misty’s voice carried a hint of hatred that I’d never heard from her.
“I’m a rude, fat, pimply-faced, asthmatic asshole. I have never once wondered why I don’t get dates.” Greg spoke between coughs.
“Come here, Joey.” Misty and Jennifer each grabbed an arm and pulled me to where they had been talking in private.
“You’re really an idiot sometimes, you know that?” Jenifer poked me in the chest. Her pokes were intentionally light and her voice had an edge of fear. She hated being angry with me.
“Whatever I did, I’m sorry.” I shrugged.
“Jess crushes on you a little, Joey.” Misty sounded like she said the sky was blue.
“No, she does not.” I hated it when the girls did that. They would pretend to flirt with me or say someone liked me, but it was all just to make fun of me. Jess dated the football star Barry. He was Mr. High School. He even escorted Charlsie in the homecoming, much to Jess’s chagrin. It made sense though; she was Homecoming Queen, and he was Team Captain.
The rub was that Barry dated Charlsie through elementary and middle school. They broke up at the start of our Freshman year. No one thought much of it, because they broke up for a week or so a lot. That year though, Barry met Jess. They’ve been together ever since. They did break up for a little while after Homecoming last fall because Barry kissed Charlsie at a party.
“She’s dating Barry.” I shook my head. “What the hell would she want with me?”
“Apparently someone took a picture of Jess sucking Barry’s dick.” Misty snapped each word. “They used a Poloroid. I have not seen it, but Mitchell has. Mitchell was Misty’s boyfriend. He had been out of school a couple years.
“Has Greg seen it?” I asked. Jennifer had been dating Greg Fisher longer than Misty had been with Mitchell. Greg and Mitchell graduated together, but I don’t think they really hung out. I always thought that was odd since Misty and Jennifer were so close.
“What, no, of course not. He wouldn’t look.” Jennifer held up her hands and stepped back, almost knocking over a trash can.
“Anyway, I told Jess this morning. She probably thinks you guys have seen the picture since you drew that,” Misty said with a huff.
I imagined the picture Greg drew being real, and Barry’s dick big enough to bash through the back of Jess’s head. “Jeez! How big is Barry’s dick?”
Jennifer said, “I don’t know”, when Misty said, “Pretty big.”
Misty continued. “There was a party Friday night. We were all drinking a lot. Someone caught Jess blowing Barry in a back room. She kept going. I don’t think she knew.”
“You saw someone take the picture?” Jennifer asked Michelle. She turned to me in defense, “I wasn’t there.”
“No, I didn’t see anyone take the picture.” She sounded angry that Jennifer would ask. “I was there and know what went down, but…” She ended the sentence unfinished.
“What?” Jennifer and I said together.
Misty quieted her wipers even more. “I was with Mitchell in another room.”
“You blew Mitchell at a party?” Jennifer was incredulous.
Misty sighed and shook her head no.
“You had… At a party?” Jennifer’s incredulity grew.
“Stop being such a prude, Jennifer. It wasn’t the first time. Listen to you anyway. What about Conrad?” Misty turned to face Jennifer head on.
The rumor two months ago was that Jennifer blew Conrad Conners, another member of the Mitchell and Craig class, in the back of a truck while others sat in the cab. Jennifer was the most loyal person I had ever met; she would not even approach a thought about cheating on Greg. She and I never talked about the Conrad story. I assumed it was all lies.
The girls glared silently. I tried to remember if I had seen them really mad at each other. Once Jennifer hid Misty’s purse for most of Biology. Misty was upset, but she got over it. This was different, and I needed to break the ice. “What were you guys whispering about before the whole Jes- Greg picture thing?”
Their faces softened when they faced me. Then Jennifer’s sternness returned. “It doesn’t even matter, now.” She turned back to Misty. “That is never happening. Never! I’m going to check on Jess.” She stomped past the table and out the door.
“She’s just checking on Jess,” Misty said when Mrs. Lorena looked up. She pulled my arm and we returned to the table. Jess returned a few minutes later with Amy and Jennifer in tow.
“I’m sorry,” I said to Jess.
“I know,” Jess said and sat. “We have time to get one game of rook in.” She was right, but I let her partner with Misty and play Greg and Seth. I did not want to chat with Greg; I was a little angry with him, so I went to the other table to chat with them.
“Have you and Abby had sex, yet?” Laura asked before my ass was in the seat. Laura Nigel was the class valedictorian, the only person to beat Jennifer’s GPA. I would have been third, but, after a showdown with Mrs Blair last year in Trig, she docked me a letter grade. My ranking suffered, but I didn’t care so much.
Laura’s stared back waiting. Laura started dating Billy, the transfer from Canada a month earlier, but they broke up last week. Since then she has been a hen in heat. She looked like a typical nerdy girl, but she did have a nice body. Last year, she’d been a flat stick, but over the Fall semester she developed nice curves.
“Why is it your business?” I asked.
“Laura, I think Abby would let Joey fuck her on the cafeteria table during lunch.” Maria turned to me. “You should see the way she looks at you when you aren’t looking.”
“No, she would not.” I felt my face redden. “She is still a virgin- waiting for marriage- Catholic.” I rambled.
“Guess you got your answer, Laura,” Maria said.
“She already knew,” Michael said.
“Well, you did have sex with Beth, right?” Laura asked. I remained silent. “She is a huge slut. I don’t know her, but I heard. You probably already have whatever disease you can get so you should have sex with me, too.”
“You are diseased?” I was shocked. I assumed Laura and Billy had sex, but I did not know she had aids.
“No!” She shook her head. “I am just saying you don’t have to worry since you already fucked a slut.”
Even the nerdy girls made fun of me. “You don’t have to be mean, Laura.”
She rolled her eyes. “I have not been fucked in over a week. I don’t think Mrs. Lorena would notice.” She slapped the table in front of her. “Right here, right now.” Laura leaned back and crossed her arms.
The table laughed and returned to other conversations. Laura and I stared at each other in silence- whoever looked away first lost. I accepted defeat and glanced back at the Rook game. It looked like Seth and Greg were winning. “Stop making fun of me, Laura. You used to be so nice,” I whispered.
Laura shook her head and turned her chair facing me. She raised one leg and pinched the hemline of her white skirt. “Whatever,” she whispered, “wanna see my couchie?”
“What?” I knew what she had asked.
“I won’t tell anyone.” She winked. “Just watch.” My eyes grew as I watched the hemline climb her thigh. From our positions, I was the only one in the class who could notice her actions, but it still felt like we were both in a spotlight. “No one else can see. Just you.”
“This is wrong, Laura,” I whispered. “You are Abby’s friend.”
Laura shrugged. “Not really. She’s ok.” She dropped her pretext and pulled the hem to her waist. She wore white panties. Wetness made a dark line down the center of the crotch.
I swallowed. “You’re wet?” I asked.
Laura looked down at herself then laughed. “God. I know. It’s all the time. She gets all gooey, especially with your eyes on her.”
Laura hooked a finger around the crotch of her panties and pulled them to the side. I had never really looked at Beth’s pussy, but I had studied Abby’s thoroughly. Laura’s vagina looked completely different. I did not realize pussy’s could vary so drastically. Sure, some dicks were bigger than others, but every dick still looked mostly the same.
Abby shaved completely before she let me go down on her, and a simple clean slit marked her pussy. I had to separate her lips with my hands to get to the delicious fruits. Laura’s pussy looked inside out- all the innards bloated and visible like a welting, wet blossom. Curly wet black hair clung to her skin around the blossom. As I stared, I felt the blood leave my face with a chill and flow hot to my crotch. My cock grew. I had never thought of Laura sexually, but, at that moment, I was dying to rub my face all over her flower.
“Are you hard?” She stuck a finger inside. I couldn’t even see a hole in that beautiful mound of hairy flesh, but the finger went somewhere. “Are you hard?” She pulled the finger out and put her panties back in place. She rubbed the finger that had been inside her under my nose, leaving behind a damp residue. I recognized the scent as pussy, but even that was different from Abby. “Are you hard?”
“Yes.” My brain struggled for words.
She pressed her palm into my crotch. “Yes, you are definitely hard. So hot, too. Damn, Joey, I think your pants are going to catch fire. Have you been lying?”
“No.” I didn’t get the joke. “Huh? Why?”
“Pinoochicock!” Laura purred. “Lie to me all day, baby.”
“Joey, you might have to fuck Laura to save her academic career,” Angie said with a laugh. The rest of the table noticed us again.
“She is right, Joey. You would really be doing the word a service. I can’t concentrate. I need a dick, and I want yours.” This was not the same Laura who almost came to blows with me in Chemistry trivia.
“Damn, guys, you are all friends with Abby,” I implored. Laura shrugged. “And you and Billy will get back together,” I pleaded.
“So.” Laura turned her seat to the table.
I watched Laura study her textbook. She was not an ugly girl, and, if I am honest, she looked a little better now that I had seen her play with her pussy. Her homely face could never stand up against Abby or the girls at the other table. Her body was developing nicely though, and her pussy looked magnificent. “Ask Abby.”
“Excuse me?” Laura arched her eyes at me.
“I am Abby’s boyfriend, and I am not a cheater. The only way I wil fuck you is if Abby asks me to.” That seemed the easiest and safest way to end this embarrassment.
Only a couple minutes remained in class so I returned to my table and gathered my things. Greg and Seth had won the game. Jess said Seth and Greg cheated, and, truth be known, they likely did.
When the bell rang, Jess grabbed me as the class emptied. “Hey, I’m sorry for-” she shook her head. “‘Et tu Brute’ really was funny. That is actually what pissed me off the most. I wanted to be so mad at you. No way could I let you see me laugh.” She grasped my hand laughing. “I really am sorry. You didn’t deserve that. Life is so weird. I used to be so sure of decisions and so in control, but over the past few months… I don’t know, something is different. I feel like my thoughts are in a blender.”
“All random and confusing?” I asked. We walked toward our lockers hand in hand like friends not like we were dating or anything. I looked around as we walked. I might look bad if Barry saw us.
“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Like one second everything is great, then the next I look at you and get pissed.” She squeezed my hand. “Not like that. You don’t piss me off. Well, you do, but that’s not what I mean.”
I knew what she meant. My emotions had been crazy of late, too. My hormones flurried ever since that morning with Beth. Hell, just ten minutes earlier I was fantasizing of eating Laura’s pussy, and twenty minutes ago I had only ever thought of Laura as a nerdy girl.
“It is all so silly. Even if I were not dating Barry and you were not dating Laura, there is still Jennifer to worry about.” Jess leaned her head into my arm.
“She’s dating Greg. What does that have to do with anything?” I asked. This was all too much to keep up with.”
“Joey, don’t say anything, but Jennifer has been crushing on you since you went to the Camp with her last year.” Jess voiced her reply like she told me Greg, the asthmatic, needed to lose weight or something else overwhelmingly obvious. The Camp was a Christian music event. The boyfriend, Greg, canceled on Jennifer last year, then her brother couldn’t go either, so I went. We had fun, but nothing happened. Jess continued, “I think she crushed on you then already, but she was willing to admit it after that.”
“She didn’t admit it to me.” I had been a little love-sick for Jennifer since I first saw her. I let go of Jess’s hand. “Hey, baby!” I saw Abby walking ahead with Doxie. I let Jess leave to find Barry.
“You aren’t riding with Timmy?” I asked Doxie. Timmy was the little fellow that followed Doxie around like a puppy dog. He had a nice Bronco that Doxie loved to ride in.
“He has a dermatologist appointment. I’m riding home with Abby.” She spun on me and poked my chest. “So no kissing in the car before we leave.”
Abby moved her sister to the side. “We won’t have to kiss in the car.” Abby stepped to me and tiptoed with her eyes closed and mouth agape. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. I thought we were just making a joke so I tried to be extra flamboyant with the kiss, but Abby wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my lips tight with hers. Last week Abby would have admonished me if I had tried to kiss her like this in the middle of the school with students everywhere. But, on that day, she licked my tonsils, ignoring spectators. I should not have been surprised considering what happened an hour ago before Physics. I didn’t think I would ever get used to this, though.
“Why are you teasing him, Abby?” Doxie stood one foot away watching us make out. “You are never going to let him fuck you, are you? You just make his penis hard and leave. Such a bitch.”
Abby pulled her mouth from mine and turned to her sister. “Maybe I will let him fuck me tonight in your bed!”
“He will be fucking me in my bed before you ever give him any, tease.” Doxie stomped toward the door to leave school. “Come on.”
Abby kissed me once more. “That’s my cue, baby. Call me when you get off work. I love you.” She ran toward Doxie. “Wait!”
“You’re the one driving!” I yelled to Abby, but I couldn’t tell if she heard me.
“Joey! Thank God I caught you.” An angelic voice beckoned me from behind.
I knew who it was immediately, and I inhaled deeply before turning. “Hey, Charlsie,” I said with a cheeky smile. Charlsie was a pure image of perfection. It was literally impossible for any girl to ever be more attractive than the divine specimen in front of me. She stood taller than most of the other girls in school, almost even with Abby. Most of the time girls my age had to sacrifice curves to gain height, but Charlsie had all the perfect ovals and circles in her form. If Misty’s body were stretched and firmed, it would almost measure up to Charlsie.
She wore jeans and a yellow long-sleeved, low-necked tee. Her bra was evident under the shirt. I had no idea about bra design, but her bras must have titanium wiring. Her boobs were ginormous and her cleavage had hooks in my eyeballs. It took all my strength to focus on Charlsie’s face. Her face elicited its own brand of lustful thoughts. Those lips! Every time she spoke a thin almost invisible line of spittle stretched between her lips to break and recoil at the peak of each word.
“So can I ride today?” She begged.
She rode home with me a lot last semester. She really just wanted to make fun of me a little, but no way could I ever turn Charlsie down no matter the ask. She stopped asking for rides when I started dating Abby. “Of course you can, Charlsie.”
“Oh, thank you!” She hugged me tightly, mashing her goddess globes into my chest. “I had to go to the doctor this morning, and I missed English. I’ve been worried all day that I wouldn’t be able to find you before you left.”
“I’ve been around.” It was never difficult to find an honor student during school hours.
Charlsie hooked her arm in mine. “I know, but you know,” she said. I didn’t know. We walked to the car.
The back way home took a little longer, but it was more scenic. Charlsie only lived a few minutes off the backway path, so Charlsie’s house was almost on the way home. “I thought you decided I smelled too bad to share a car with me since you stopped asking.” I fell into my car and shut the door. “I admit, though, it does smell a lot better with you in the car, too.” That was true. I could smell Charlsie’s strawberry cologne distinctly; I could also smell her womanhood faintly.
She laughed and swatted my arm. “You’re sweet. You are entirely oblivious, but still sweet.”
“So what is going on this week?” I asked.
“Remember last year when I was dating Lance?” She asked.
“Yes.” I had never met Lance. He was like twenty-seven years old. I pulled out of the lot onto the highway.
“Well, he didn’t-” she blew out a long, deep exhale. “Are we friends, Joey?”
“Only the best, Charlsie.” I lightly punched her arm. “Let’s do our nails when we get to your house.”
She rolled her eyes. “Seriously.”
“Yes, Charlsie, of course. You are Charlsie. If you say we are friends, we are friends.” I laughed.
“Be real,” she said. joining my laughter. We sat quietly for a moment. “Ok, listen, do not repeat what I tell you to anyone. Ok?”
I nodded.
“No, you have to say it.”
This seemed weird suddenly. “Whatever it is you are scared to tell me, Charlsie, I will tell no one.”
“Thank you.” She sat sideways in the passenger seat facing me. It was hard to keep my eyes on the road. “I have told no one this, absolutely no one. Just Misty, Shelly, Shirley, and Molly.
“Why not Jenifer?” I thought it was odd to tell Misty and not Jennifer. Shelly was the only other girl in school on par with Charlsie. Well, Jennifer was, too, really. Shelly moved to Europe as an exchange student our Freshman year. She just returned last semester so it was easy to forget about her. She and Charlsie had been the duo all through middle school. Shirley was the cute blond I crushed on through Freshman Latin. Puberty had not been nice to her, and her status in the popular girls diminished. Molly I had forgotten about completely when I ranked all the hot girls. Molly looked like an American Bandstand dancer. Her long lean form actually contained the grace Jennifer’s form should have contained. Molly had dated Hank since seventh grade. They were both absent from social circles outside of each other.
“Doesn’t matter. Do you want to hear it?” Charlsie asked.
“Go for it,” I answered.
“I was at the doctor this morning because I thought I was pregnant.” Charlsie spoke the words rapidly. It took a moment for me to decipher what I had heard.
“What?” Imagining Charlsie pregnant caused a strange emotion similar to jealousy.
“I’m not. The disposable said I wasn’t, but I wanted to be sure. I am a week late.”
“Lance’s?” I wanted to steer the discussion away from her periods.
“Yes,” she said. “I have not been with anyone else, and sometimes he refuses to wear a condom.”
“I’m sorry, Charlsie.” The past week must have been torture for her.
“Know what is crazy, though?” She strummed her fingers on the dashboard. “Nevermind. Remember Mr. Taylor’s class?” she asked. I sang the chorus for ‘Strangers in the Night’. “Yes!” she exclaimed and slapped my leg three times. After the third slap she left her hand on my thigh. I felt myself thickening. “Strangers in the night / Exchanging glances,” she sang.
“Wondering in the night,” I sang.
“What were the chances,” she finished. “God, that was so funny back then. I couldn’t believe a boy at school knew that song.”
“I thought everyone did.” I looked down at her hand. It was so hot, like a campfire had started on my thigh. “It was Frank.”
“Most don’t know Frank,” she said.
“Whatever,” I said. I sensed she was making fun of me again.
We laughed and sighed then sat quietly. Her hand remained on my thigh, and I worried my cock would lower my zipper on its own. “Anyway, Joey, after the doctor told me I was not pregnant, I was disappointed.”
“Really?” I could not imagine wanting to be pregnant at our age. “What about school?”
“School is almost over.”
“College?” Charlsie wasn’t an honor student, but she took several honors classes.
“A lot of parents go to college,” Charlsie said. It was the first time I had heard a friend refer to themselves as a parent. I was too lost in thought at the oddness of it to reply. “My family has a lot of money, Joey. I’d be ok. My mom had to make the appointment this morning.”
“Was she angry?” My mom would have killed me.
“No, that is just it. She was excited, too,” Charlsie said. “She didn’t say anything afterward, but I think she was disappointed this morning, too.”
I turned into Charlsie’s driveway. “If you need anything, Charlsie, you know I will help.”
She laughed heartily. “I’m not pregnant.”
“I know, just saying.”
“If I need your help, and I might, I promise to let you know.” She leaned over and hugged me when I parked the car next to her house. “Are you and Abby serious?”
“I guess.” I stared back at her. She was waiting for more. “We haven’t had sex.”
“Are you a virgin?” She tilted her head.
“This is making me nervous, Charlsie.” I could feel my heartbeat in my crotch. Thankfully, she removed the hand from my thigh when she hugged me.
“We are friends, Joey. Don’t be nervous. Are you a virgin?” She demanded a confession.
“No.”
“Who?”
“Over Christmas break. Beth Catsman.”
Charlsie turned her head and stared through the windshield. “I think I am definitely going to need your help very soon. We will talk.” She leaned over and kissed my cheek then exited the car. I left enroute to Raj’s house to pick him up from work. I rubbed my cheek the entire trip.
“Charlsie kissed my cheek,” I announced to Raj when I entered his front door. He was watching Gi Joe eating a sandwich.
“Of course she did.” He shoved the remaining sandwich in his mouth and clicked the remote to turn off the TV. “Ew Weddy?” he asked with a mumble around the large bite of sandwich.
“Yeah, I’m ready. How is Eric?” I asked. Raj always rode home with his old buddy Eric. I didn’t know Eric well; he was in and out of suspension.
“He’s ok. He’s thinking of dropping out and fixing mowers.” Raj grabbed his RC cola and followed me out the door.
“I can’t imagine making that decision.” I laughed. The absurdity of choosing to leave school with a plan for a life of mower maintenance made as much sense as rain dancing.
“I’m sure you can’t imagine it.” Raj closed the door and put his RC in the cupholder. “Just like Eric could not imagine being kissed by Charlsie.”
“What does that have to do with it?” I asked, a little offended.
“God doesn’t make everyone the same, Joey. Now shut up, I am getting into the grocery bagger zone.” Raj held his forefingers against his thumbs in front of his face like he was meditating.
“I don’t think you never leave that zone.” I turned onto the highway. “Who are the cashiers tonight?”
“Wendy and Tina,” he said.
I nodded. Wendy always made me laugh in a really juvenile way. She was cute faced and a little heavy; her wit was sharp. She and Beth had been work buddies. Tina filled Beth’s role when she quit. Tina was a skinny, mousy girl, but still pretty cute. Her voice was horrendous, though. She sounded like a drunk chipmunk talking through a fan.
“Could be worse,” I said.
“Yeah, they could have rehired the bitch Beth.” Raj shook his head. “Fucking whore.” The Beth debacle pissed Raj off more than me, even when it happened.
“Beth’s a lot cuter than those two,” I said and Raj remained silent. “Hell, she’s a lot cuter than any of the other girls.”
“Beth is a bitch. Fuck her. Is she cuter than Charlsie?” he asked.
“Geez, no way, ” I answered.
“Well, there you go. Is she cuter than Abby?” he asked.
“Of course not.” Abby really was cuter, but Beth was at least in Abby’s league. The Charlsie comparison was crazy.
“Beth is a rotten slut, Joey,” Raj said. “Just be thankful your dick didn’t shrivel and fall off.”
“I know.” It did hurt, though, that I was just another hard penis to the first girl that wanted more than to make fun of me.
“Plenty of fish, yadda yadda yadda-” he paused to light a cigarette. “You can-”
“Give me one,” I interrupted.
He held his cigarette between his teeth as he dug another cigarette out of the pack. It made him sound like an old detective movie. “You can have any girl you want, dude. I never knew why you put your dick in that slut.”
“She’s hot, dude,” I defended.
“So is a steaming pile of manure.” He finished the sentence with a long exhale of smoke like dropping the mic. I lit my cigarette and he continued. “Does thinking of Beth make you want to smoke?”
I used to hate cigarettes. My mom smoked my whole life, and just the smell made me want to vomit. Raj smoked since he was twelve so I built up my smoker tolerance working with him at the store. Beth hated cigarettes even more than me. When she dumped me, after our farewell fuck, I picked Raj up for school and bummed my first smoke, just to spite her. Since then I have bummed smokes from Raj daily. “I don’t know. I just wanted one.” I blew smoke out the window crack. “Good, no one’s here,” I said as I turned into the store.
“I hate slow nights.” He blew smoke out his window crack. “Slow nights are just that, slow. I like to get busy working and let the time fly.” He slapped the dashboard. “If it were busy every night Beth wouldn’t have sucked you into her slut pussy blackhole.”
“Slut pussy black hole?” I asked. “Impressive description.” I put the car in park, and we entered the store.
Tina’s back was to us as she rang up a customer. She wore a red top and jeans. I rarely noticed what anyone at work wore, at least from the front, because we all wore aprons. Tina’s long strawberry hair was pulled up into two pigtails. I stared for a moment; I really liked her hair.
Tina went to school in a different county. None of the girls at my school ever wore their hair like that. For some reason it looked a little slutty, and that turned me on. Maybe that is why I crushed so hard on Beth, maybe I preferred sluts. Then why was I dating Abby? I dismissed that thought. Abby might be a virgin, but she had a naughty slut in her, too. I could just tell.
“You boys are late.” Wendy faced us, leaning back on her register. In the early twentieth century Wendy would have been called fat. In the late twentieth century ‘big boned’ would be a better description. “Get your aprons on and get to work, dweebs.” Wendy turned around as a customer entered her aisle.
Wendy was cute for a bigger girl with a soft round face and full lips. She had sex with Jordan in the back seat of my car last October. That had been my first date with Beth. I asked Jordan to go with me since it was my first date. We played miniature golf, and, on the way home, I watched Wendy ride Jordan in the rear-view mirror. I didn’t even get a good night kiss that night.
“When is Jordan’s last day?” I asked Raj as we made our way to the backroom donning our aprons.
“Tomorrow,” Raj said. Jordan started the week after me. He was a little guy, only about 5’5″ and 130 pounds. He looked Asian or Mexican or something, but had a country accent. Raj continued, “Frankie is starting next week.”
“Cool.” I did not know Frankie well, but Raj had some classes with him.
The large metal doors to the stockroom swung open and Kim strolled in. She had been working produce at the store for about five years. I couldn’t guess her age, but her oldest kid was about ten. She was attractive in a trailer park skinny girl kind of way. Jordan always said she was the kind of girl who would be ok giving anything as long as you were ok with taking it. She put a fist on her hip. “I’m out boys. Keep your eyes on the lettuce and potatoes.” Lettuce and potato displays needed to be refilled more often than the rest of the produce.
“We got it,” Raj accepted. “Have a good night, Kim.”
“If I do. I won’t remember it. Later boys.” She backed out the door while making peace signs with both hands, before she spun on her heels and vanished.
“Joey, come to the front, please.” It was Tina’s squeal.
“Come on, guys,” I said. Usually if no one was busy all the stock boys would respond to any call. The girls said we traveled in a pack. It was Beth who coined the moniker Foodland Force. I am sure everyone else forgot where the name originated, or they’d stop using it. “Foodland Force assemble,” I said.
“You can handle it,” Raj said. He flicked his cigarette in the ashtray. “I just lit this.”
I looked at Jordan.
“She said ‘Joey’.” He smirked at me. “Go on, champ. Tina wants that dick as bad as Beth did.”
Raj laughed, blowing out a lung of smoke and a heave of cough. “She did take Beth’s spot.” Getting the words out between coughs had been a struggle.
“Beth’s spot under Joey.” Jordan stood with his legs spread, mimicking a woman laying on a bed. He was a little guy, and his unplaceable ethnicity made him look like a nimble little imp. “Oh Joey, Joey, Joey.” Jordan thrust his hips.
Raj laughed even harder. Smoke flew from his nostrils with every choked out word. “Please cum up front.”
I shook my head and spun for the door.
“I bet Tina will want it in the butt, that girl is-” Jordan’s words faded as the metal doors swung shut behind me.
I rounded the last aisle bringing the checkout areas to eye shot. A guy paid Wendy for a small order, looked like milk and bread, and Tina’s lane was empty. The man grabbed the milk and bread and left.
“Took you long enough.” Tina squealed. She leaned back against her register with her arms folded. Wendy ignored me and picked her nails.
“Why did you call me?” I looked around. “There is no one here.”
“That is why I called for you, duh.” Tina put her hand over her mouth and laughed like a little girl. My cock throbbed, surprising me. Tina did look really cute with the pigtails and the little girl act. Her snort squeals were impossible, though. “I was bored.”
“I think she wants you to fuck her on aisle one.” Wendy didn’t even look up from her nails. She had never picked a side when the whole Beth thing happened. The Foodland Force had my back, and, although Wendy was not on my side, she wasn’t on Beth’s either. That might be why Beth had to quit. She had no one.
“Stop that, Wendy,” I said under my breath. Wendy had always made fun of me. Tina just smiled at me sweetly and my cock throbbed again. The girls were already having fun at my expense, if I popped a huge boner, they’d crucify me with teasing.
“How tall are you?” Tina asked. “Seven feet.” She squealed with a laugh.
“No. Just six-five.” I knew I was taller than most guys, but I never really felt tall. I sucked at basketball,
“Wow!” Tina exclaimed. “I am five-two.” She counted on her fingers. “That is over a foot taller than me.”
“Joey likes short girls.” Wendy looked up from her nails. “Beth is a few inches shorter than you.”
“I have a girlfriend.” I wanted to end my embarrassment.
“I don’t care,” she squealed, still smiling. She took one step toward me and rested her hand near mine on the rim of the bag bin. “It is ok that you have a girlfriend. I-” she tilted her head back and forth and shrugged- “I kind of have a boyfriend. He isn’t always around, just like I’m sure your girlfriend isn’t always around.” She held her palms open and shrugged again. Her squeaky voice softened a little as she spoke. “I mean, we go to different schools and know different people.”
She waited for a response, but I only swallowed. I wasn’t erect, yet, but I throbbed with every pulse. I was pretty sure Tina was making fun of me. She had her tease on in full effect. Even if she wasn’t making fun of me- that was a big ‘if’- there is no way I wanted to get involved with a coworker who had a boyfriend, not after the Beth debacle that almost got me killed. Besides “I have a girlfriend.” I spoke my last thought aloud, repeating my earlier statement.
“So loyal.” She smirked and nodded toward my groin. “Looks like part of you likes the thought.” She reached down and grasped my growing cock in my pants. “Holy fuck, Wendy. Have you seen this?” She used her other hand to grip more of me. I knew I should back away, but I couldn’t move.
“Slut.” Wendy watched her hands intently.
“I’ve never-” She licked her lips. “Does it get bigger?” She squeezed it and the throbs increased in intensity. “Oh my God, It does. It is still growing.” She reached for my zipper.
I jumped back quickly. The fear of public exposure put me in fight or flight mode. Flight was the better option. “I need to go help stock the milk.” I left. Tina made fun of me worse than the other girls did, and she reminded me a little of Beth. I would avoid her.
I did avoid her for the rest of the night. I just hung in the back and kept conversation up front limited for the rest of the night. We closed quickly. I was in my bed by a quarter till ten wearing only my underwear. I held the phone to my ear. It only rang once before Abby picked it up.
“Hello,” she said eagerly. “Joey?”
“Hey, Abby.” I put my hand in my underwear. “Have a good night?”
“It was ok.” I heard a rustling. “Where did we leave off?”
“Huh?”
“You are going to tell me more about Beth, remember?” She continued without waiting for an answer. “It is late already so I want to skip pleasantries, but if we must. How was your night, baby?”
“It was good,” I laughed. “The new girl, Tina-”
“That is really nice, baby. I’m glad you had a good night. Now, tell me, when did you first think Beth might be attracted to you?” Abby sounded clinical.
“I still think it was all a huge prank, like I was on Candid Camera.” That was true.
“Interesting.” Abby clicked her tongue. “What made you think that?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged in my bed alone. “When did boys start liking you?”
“We are talking about you, Joey,” she corrected. I was quiet. “I’m sorry, I know I am a horrible girlfriend. Sergei was my first kiss, so I guess I knew by then.”
Sergei was a foreign exchange student who started with us in tenth grade, but left over Christtmas break to graduate at home. Sergei always made me laugh, but he was really hyper and in your face- even less what I thought was Abby’s type than David.
“We had a Halloween party at my house. I decided earlier that day that I would kiss a boy that night. David was really the most promising prospect, but he left early. Sergei rode with Maria and Randy, and they stayed later. I was angry at myself that I chickened out with David so I grabbed Sergei and kissed him when no one was around.” She rushed it out in one breath like a confession.
“Why not Randy?” I asked. “I mean he is a cute fella.” Everyone except Randy knew Randy was gay.
“Stop it.” Abby never let me make fun of Randy. Randy never tired of insulting me, though.
A while back- Abby and I had not kissed, yet- so we had only been dating a week or so. I hung out with her and her friends at Randy’s house. ‘Let’s all talk about what convinced us to wear the clothes we are wearing. Each of us will describe in detail what thoughts went through their mind when they pulled their current wardrobe from their closet this morning. Let’s start with you, Joey.’ I can still hear Randy saying that. I did not realize until later he had been making fun of my clothes. I just thought he was gay and weird.
“So Sergei told everyone. I am surprised he didn’t tell you,” she said. “David found out, and he got jealous. He asked me why I kissed Sergei. I told him it was none of his business. He asked me out. I said yes.”
“Did you ever-”
“I kissed David, and I let David feel my boobs on the outside of my sweater on Christmas Eve.” She tried to hide her cute laugh. “Why is that so important?”
“It isn’t.” I lied.
“I have never even seen any penis other than yours. Your penis I have felt, tasted, and thought about at night while I play with my vagina. It used to take me so much longer to reach orgasm.” She moaned mockingly. “Now, can we talk about Beth and you?”
“Everyone else knew before I did, I guess. I mean everyone kept telling me I should fuck her. Darnell said she was spraying musk at me, whatever that means,” I spoke hesitantly. “Then one night she was cleaning the conveyor at her register. She handed me the spray bottle and bent to wipe it. She bent a lot more than necessary since the conveyor moves. ‘Spray for me,’ she said.” I put my hand back in my underwear and squeezed myself at the memory. “Continue?”
“Yes, please.”
“She wore a loose and low cut shirt. From where I stood I could see directly down her shirt.” I inhaled. “Her boobs were glorious, Abby. Her bra barely covered her nipples. I sprayed the cleaner at the conveyor blindly, just staring down her shirt. Her boobs swayed as she wiped the conveyor. After the conveyor was clean, I kept spraying.” I laughed. “I just needed to keep her from standing. She stopped wiping the conveyor and just stayed bent swinging her boobs. ‘You like them? You don’t think they’re too small?’ she asked me.”
“What a slut,” Abby mumbled under her breath. “Shit! I’m sorry. Please ignore that. Continue.”
“I made some kind of joke, I think. I just remember getting so cold, I think I even shivered. I was so cold. My hands and feet were ice, weirdest thing ever.” I laughed uncomfortably.
“Was your penis hot?” Abby asked.
“What? No. Maybe.” Her question confused me.
“That happened to me on our first date. Remember when I said Emerson wrote Wasteland right before I tripped on my own feet. I do that a lot. Anyway, you caught me as I was falling. After you made sure I was ok, you said, ‘It was TS Elliot, idiot.’ Then you laughed. Well I think all the blood in my body rushed to my vagina. I grew so cold, but my pussy burned like it was on fire. Arms, legs, feet, hands all frozen ice, but my little girl leaked lava.” She waited for me to respond, but I was busy remembering that moment and rubbing my cock. “So what happened?” she asked.
I sighed. “Well, she said that Kenny was busy and she- It was a Friday- she said she would be bored. She asked if I wanted to hang out after work?”
“So you had sex after work?” Her pen scratched on paper in the background.
“No, I told you that happened after a morning deer hunting with my dad. I told her I had to work the next day,” I answered.
“Really?” She was astonished. “How did she take it?”
“She got mad as hell. Told me to go away and turned her back on me.” I grinned in the remembrance of my own ineptitude. “I found Darnell stocking lettuce and told him what happened. When I was done he walked off brushing his hands together. ‘I’m done, boy. I’m washing my hands of ya.'”
“Why?” Abby asked.
“All the guys, except Raj, especially Darnell, had been giving me tips and stuff for how to hook up with Beth. So then I really felt like a failure. I went back to Beth and told her I really wanted to hang out with her another time. I asked if she wanted to play miniature golf the next day. She laughed at me and said she had a boyfriend.”
“But she-” Abby started.
“Yeah, I know. So she got Wendy and Jordan from work-”
Abby interrupted, “Is Jordan that little guy? Hispanic or Asian or something?”
“Yeah. So they went with us. She only wanted them to go so she could tell Kenny it was a work thing, I’m sure, looking back. So we went and played mini-golf, nothing big happened. Oh- Once, while she was at the tee, I hooked her skirt with my putter and pulled it up a little to tease her. She looked back at me and smiled, then she nodded her head once like, ‘Continue.’ So I did. I pulled her skirt up, and up more until I could see her panties just a little. She just stood there looking at me. I let the skirt fall.”
“Interesting. Do you think she wanted something different? More? Was it strange?”
“Not really, I mean, I felt like a pervert, but I liked it. That is really why I let the skirt drop, I liked the perversion of seeing her panties more than actually seeing her panties. That was a new sensation, and I did not like it- Er, did not like that I liked it. I know I sound nuts.” Abby made fun of me less than the other girls, but I knew it was coming.
“I get that.” She clicked her teeth. “You didn’t know yet if you liked what you were learning, but the learning itself excited you.”
“I love you.” I meant it.
“Hush, now.” She suppressed a giggle. “So what happened after you saw the slut’s pant- Sorry, I didn’t mean to inject my opinions.” She coughed. “Tell me Joey, what happened after the golf game.”
“I just drove home.” I shrugged even though she couldn’t see.
“Nothing else at all,” she asked, disappointed.
“Well, Jordan fucked Wendy in my backseat while I drove. That was weird.” I laughed.
“Little Jordan?” I could almost hear her eyes widening.
“Yeah, and Wendy’s not super fat, but she’s two of Jordan.” I laughed with her. “So I dropped them off, and Jordan and Wendy moved to her car and continued. But-”
“Are Jordan and Wendy dating?” Abby asked.
“Oh, lord, no. Neither one of them ever mentioned it, and nothing really changed. So I told Beth goodbye. I got in my car and drove away.”
“Loser,” she muttered. “Sorry.”
“I saw Beth in my rear view, she-”
“Where were you?” she interrupted.
“Everyone left their cars at the store, and I drove.” I answered. “Beth stood leaning against her Beretta watching me drive away. Her arms were crossed and she shook her head with a weird grin. Wendy’s Chevelle bounced behind her.”
“That is enough for tonight. Now, would you like me to help you orgasm? I don’t mind.”
“How?” I tugged myself.
“I can talk to you?” she suggested. “Would that help?’
My erection throbbed. I pulled it harder in response. “I don’t know how. We are-”
“I told Doxie how much I like sucking your dick.” she confessed.
“Oh, God.” I pulled my hand off my cock immediately to keep from cumming. It continued to dance on its own beneath the covers. “Why?”
“She asked. She’s never seen one, of course. I guess she was curious.” She clicked her tongue. “I told her the heat was the most surprising part; you are so hot in my mouth. The scent or taste is my favorite, though.”
I grabbed my cock again. “I don’t know if telling me about a conversation-”
“I masturbated at school today.”
“Really?” My shock was genuine. “Last semester I would never have guessed the prudish Abby would ever masturbate at school. “What caused you to-”
“I’m sorry, Joey. You know I would never cheat. In Spanish Barry stood talking to Mike. He had his leg up on a chair, and I could see up his shorts.” She spoke quickly. “He is a great looking guy, Joey. He did win Mr. High School.” She made excuses and regretted it quickly. “You are better looking, though, really.”
Now, even Abby made fun of me. “I don’t think you admitting to rubbing one out for another guy will help me cum, baby.” I did not admit that my erection throbbed painfully with her story.
“I didn’t do it for him.” She sounded angry. “That is silly. It is masturbation. Definitely, I did it just for me.” She laughed softly. “I did think about him, though. Just what I saw in his shorts.”
“God, now I have to live knowing my girlfriend knows what Barry’s dick-”
“You’re bigger,” she interrupted.
“Really?” Pride warmed my heart.
She laughed more loudly. “I am kidding. I have no idea who is bigger. Why do guys worry about that? I only saw flashes of flesh up his shorts, just enough to know I saw his penis.”
“Well, I think I am limp now.” I lied and laughed.
“No you aren’t.” She blew a kiss on the phone. “I love you. I want to try something. Stroke your penis.”
“Ok,” I stroked it.
She spoke slowly, “You should not have to go without pussy just because of my religion. Since I can’t give you my pussy, I will just have to find other ones. I am going to put so many pussies around your penis. Mmmm. Won’t that be fun?”
“I think I am close.” Precum lubed mystrokes.
“Just think, you have had a puppy dog crush on Jennifer for years. I am going to sit beside the bed while you dump a load of-”
“That did it.” I exclaimed. I wiped my mess with the part of the sheet that hung off the side of the bed.
“No way!” She exploded in laughter.
“You will wake Doxie,” I warned.
“She is already awake,” Abby admitted.
“Hi, Joey,” Doxie said. Both sisters laughed.
“You’re on my speaker phone.” Abby’s laughter continued..
I felt violated. “Gross! I am going to sleep. Good night.” I hung up while the sisters laughed at me on the other side of the phone. It should have bothered me more, but I was used to being made fun of. I slept within minutes.
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