Chapitre 5: 5
Actually, much like Nicole, I got to know May better through text. She was nowhere near as bold as Nicole was, but she made up for it with her bubbliness. She loved watching TV, and wanted to become a TV star when she grew up, which was why she wanted to take drama class. Unlike me, though, she didn't particularly like Mr. Salvador. She didn't dislike him, she just felt neutral. Nevertheless, she felt determined to really do well with this project, and I was behind her 100%.
Like me, she was an only child, and seemed to sympathize with my loneliness growing up, since she apparently was overweight when she was younger and got teased for it a lot. Now she was tired of the people who teased her only years ago asking her out and 'drooling over her,' her words not mine. In the back of my mind, I felt really guilty for liking her. I could see that if I truly wanted to win her heart, which I really did, I needed to prove to her that I wasn't just objectifying her and liking her for her looks. Although I would have to prove that to myself first.
She was impressed with my grammar though. u talk really proper, i like it lol
Ugh. I think maybe teaching her wouldn't go amiss. I chuckled to myself as I read that message. Nicole made a monster out of me. My laugh faded as I realized that wasn't the only way she made me a monster. I wasn't able to stop more fantasies of May brewing in my mind now that I knew what she would have sounded like giving me a blowjob. I imagined her kneeling before me, my cock right in her face as the took it in her hands with hungry eyes. Her impressive C cups jiggling slightly as she worked my cock back and forth in her hand, her eyes locked on mine for approval, before slowly taking me into her mouth. The warm sensation of her mouth, the way her eyes seemed to beg for it. How she would actually get turned on herself from sucking me off, until she could take no more and her hand would snake under her green dress she wore the first day I noticed her.
I shook the image from my mind. I felt terrible. I was totally objectifying her. I need to get to know her better before I have desires like that, I scolded myself in my head.
***
The following week flew by without anything of real significance happening. Mr. Carrozza's class, to my surprise, was boringly easy. I was normally a bad student in the sciences growing up, and everyone else was still confused to some degree, so I guess I worked well with his teaching style.
Mr. Graves' class was just about the same, though at this point most of the time in that class was spent chatting with Carson, who I found to be interesting in his own right. The guy had confidence some people could only dream about. I'm not talking the 'swagger down the hallway thinking you're the king of everything' kind of confidence, that's just sort of being a douchebag. I'm talking the type of confidence where you were absolutely sure of every action you did, every word you said, and you were never afraid to tell people you don't care about what they were doing or saying. You were never afraid to have people judge you. I had to say, I admired him for that, and I envied him more than a little.
Mrs. Jackson's class was the only one I really disliked. There was never really anything interesting to report from that class, and I found her cheerful outwards personality to be really two-dimensional, like she couldn't be a teacher and a human being at the same time. I found out quickly that this would be a pet peeve with teachers. Not that I'd ever say anything of that to her face. I wouldn't be able to.
Easily, my favorite class was drama. Mr. Salvador wasn't teaching us anything this week since we had to practice for our pieces, but he still was around, looming over us, inspecting our work. Every so often, he'd stop a group practicing and give them his input, but aside from that, he made us rely on our own initiative to work. I was on to his tactics.
Despite seeing Nicole's obvious softer side on Monday, on Tuesday she reverted back to her normal, sassy self. Luckily for me though, she was being true on Monday night and we still texted and hung out. Because of her busy schedule we could 'only' hang out on Wednesday and Friday that week, but I certainly wasn't complaining. I guess for a social creature like her it wasn't much, but I hung out more with her that week then I ever have with any friends in my whole life. On Wednesday, of course, things eventually and inevitably led to her taking her top off (with her excuse this time being how she spilled water on her top between rounds of Team Fortress 2 while I watched her play), me sucking on her nipples, and both of us on the bed, me grinding into her while she ground back and moaned my name. On Friday, though, curiously enough, we did absolutely nothing sexually the whole time I was there. I realize out of context it wasn't that impressive or strange, but ever since I met her when we were alone we ended up having sex, and frankly… It felt really right that we could just enjoy an afternoon together as friends, without feeling an obligatory need to feed off of each other's horniness. For our whole time together, we just watched a movie in her room, she taught me a few more karate moves, and we lay together in her bed, making small talk. It felt really right.
As the week passed, May grew her enthusiasm for our drama piece. It was really coming together, I had to say. She knew what she was doing, which really put me at ease. We had worked up a way that her knees could bend in such a way that it looked like something was making a dent in her, which meant I ended up playing the axe. I wasn't complaining, it seemed like an easy thing to do. The hardest part was drawing out the motions and making the whole thing last five minutes, but May's ideas about raising tensions with slow movements proved to be a good idea. On Thursday, we spoke with Mr. Salvador about using the lights, and he nodded with approval after we told him how we were thinking of using it. He then paged the office and asked them to bring in Zac.
Zac was a grade 12 drama veteran. A bit short, a tad on the pudgy side, but really friendly, or so Mr. Salvador said. From the moment he walked in to the aud, without needing an explanation, he climbed the ladder leading up to the lighting booth and told us to follow.
"So, what kind of lighting do you guys want for your performance?" Zac asked us once everything was booted up.
"Well…" May and I began together. We stopped, looked at each other, and she giggled.
"You can say it." I said sheepishly.
"No, it's okay, you go." she offered.
"It was your idea, you say it." I said back.
"No really, it's fine, go ahead." She replied.
"Someone just tell me, please. I'm missing bio for this." Zac interjected.
"Okay." May, always the one to pipe up first, replied. "Basically we are doing a play- well, a short piece I guess, about a tree getting chopped down.
Zac smiled a warm kind of smile. "Ah. I did that in my first year too."
"So we were thinking that every time our bodies collided onstage, there'd be a quick flash of red, then it would fade back to normal lighting."
"Hmmm…" Zac hummed, hitting a few buttons. I looked out the booth windows to see other groups working on the stage.
"Like this?" Zac asked, as he lit up the stage in pure red. Many of the groups onstage audibly groaned and covered their eyes as the bright red lights flooded the stage. The lights only seconds after faded back into the original stage lighting.
"That would be perfect." May beamed.
"Cool! When's your performance?" Zac asked her.
"Monday, period four." she answered.
"Alright, I'll ask Mr. Carrozza if I can miss bio for a few minutes to help you guys." Zac said, standing up. "And that's every time you guys collide, yeah?"
"Yup!" I answered, nodding. Zac looked at me as if he forgot I was in the room. I didn't blame him.
"Alright, cool." he said, moving to leave.
"Thanks, Zac." May said happily, giving him a squeezing hug. A knot formed in my stomach as I watched the two, and I could feel my knuckles clench as my heart deflated and fell downwards in my body. It was just a hug, but still. I could tell he was not used to hugs and just sort of stayed there as she hugged him, then started to move down the ladder.
"No offense, dude." he added towards me as he moved down the ladder. "But one hug is enough."
It was meant to be humorous, which I understand, but I still felt some sort of anger towards him. I don't get why, he seemed like a perfectly nice guy, it was just… the hug, dammit. I wanted that to be me. I wanted May to hug me, I wanted to be special to her, I… I don't know. It was hard to explain.
After he left, still in her bubble of giddiness, May danced over to me and gave me a big squeezing hug too. "And thanks, partner." she told me as she hugged me. "This is going to be the best piece ever. He's really going to like it."
Trying to swallow my nervousness down, I added, "We make a great team."
She let go of me and looked me in the eyes. "We do, don't we?" she agreed with a smile on her face. We stood there in silence, not taking our eyes off of each other's, before she added, "I guess we should get down the ladder. Not much to do up here, plus I bet Mr. Salvador doesn't want us up here alone, huh?"
I'm sure that comment was innocent. Or joking. Or both, I bet it was both. She could never mean it like that, we were just friends.
She turned around and started to go down the ladder. I'm 90% sure it was my imagination, but I could swear I saw her bite her lip as she went down the ladder. I wasn't even sure what I was seeing anymore. I peered down the ladder and there sat a naked May, looking up at me with that adorable smile, sitting Indian-style, playing with her pussy.
I shook my head to see May at the bottom of the ladder, smiling up patiently at me. Fully clothed. Yup, my imagination was definitely working against me.
As I descended the ladder, May's smile was gone and her brow was furrowed in concentration. She looked absolutely adorable. There was no expression of hers that didn't accent her adorable cuteness, and it was enough to make me want to grab her by the waist and kiss her right there.
"You okay?" I asked instead of doing just that.
"Yeah, I'm just thinking." She replied. "I don't think Friday alone is enough time to perfect what we have, we may need to spend some time out of school to get this just right."
Oh god please, don't say the morning. Please don't say the morning. It's true, I really liked May and would have done almost anything for her, plus I understand her desire for perfection, but I just couldn't do mornings.
"How does Saturday sound?" she asked me. The first thing I felt at that suggestion was joy. I was getting a chance to hang out with May, of all people! My first crush! I was absolutely elated, and with my heart attempting to rise through my chest, I enthusiastically nodded.
Then it hit me. My parents don't like driving, plus I was way too shy to ask them for rides, especially in this situation. They'd ask me where I was going, who I'd be visiting, then when they'd learn it was a girl, they'd just judge me, then remember that I was hanging with Nicole, twice by this point, and just judge me even more… Oh God.
Then it hit me… Again. Nicole. She was supportive enough of my crush on May to imitate her voice when she was blowing me, I bet she was supportive enough to drive me to her place too!
I pulled out my phone and asked May, as casually as I could, "What's the address?"
Naturally, she gave me the address of somewhere close to school. It was a decent distance out of the way for Nicole on a Saturday, but it was about as far away as the school, so I texted her asking, with the address.
Banking on her saying yes, I tried to keep up my cool demeanor and said, "Cool. See you then."
"…And tomorrow, silly." she said, smiling.
"And tomorrow.' I blushed. She giggled and bounced towards the stage, motioning me to join her. Just then, I felt a buzz in my pocket.
Sorry squirt, busy. Sucks to be you! read the message. My heart sank, and internally, I went into panic mode.
Oh my God, Nicole, I already told her I would!!! What am I going to do?! Now she's going to be all disappointed in me!! I texted back, my fingers working up a flurry.
By this time, May walked back to me, slight concern on her face. "You okay, Adam? You look worried."
I swallowed hard and looked up at her. "Yeah, it's just… I can't…" My phone buzzed in my hand again. I looked down to see another message from Nicole. Jeez, I can't ever joke around with you, can I? I can totally drive you, ya dweeb.
I breathed a sigh of relief. God dammit, Nicole. I laughed internally, until May took me out of my trance.
"Can't what, Adam?"
"I can't…" I began, looking for a smooth way out. "I can't wait to show this to Mr. Salvador. It's going to knock his socks off."
Booyeah. Hello, Doctor Smooth. As I came to realize, it wasn't as smooth as I thought. The smile May gave me afterwards told me that she 'knew' it wasn't that, and that I was hiding something from her, something which was distressing me. Well, she was half right, I suppose.
As I got ready to join her on stage and resume practice, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I brought it up to read another message from Nicole. Hey, you free on Friday? Oh boy, I thought to myself. More sex.
It's actually kind of nice being wrong once in a while.
***
When Saturday rolled around, I got out of bed early, absolutely teeming with energy. I found out later she only wanted me there at 2pm, but still, I wanted to be ready. I wasn't going to blow my chance with her. This was it. This was totally it. We were going to kiss today. We were going to have sex today. I was going to take her outside into the picturesque woods and declare my love for her.
…Okay, so I knew I wasn't going to go that far, but my mind was still reeling excitedly with possibilities. May Stevens, alone together with me! I was as happy as a clam, and didn't bother hiding it from Nicole when she came to pick me up.
"Holy crap, squirt, calm down." She said, half-laughing when I jumped in the car.
"Let's go let's go let's go!" I chanted, bouncing in my seat.
She gave me a look. "You're cute when you're pathetically smitten, you know that?" she asked me as we pulled out of my driveway and started driving to her place.
"Sorry I asked you to do this, I realize it's out of your way." I said sheepishly once I had calmed down. By that point, we were already on the road.
"Don't worry about it. It would be kind of cute to see you two together." she said, eyes forward.
"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" I asked her. She kept her gaze on the road.
"I told you. I'm a no strings-"
"-attached, I know, but in the past. Have you ever had a boyfriend?"
She bit her lip. "Well, if you want me to be honest about it, yeah. Back when I was in grade 10. It was with this grade 12. He was an absolute asshole, but like I knew any better."
"Are you okay now?" I asked, concerned.
She turned towards me with a sarcastic look before turning back to the road. "No, squirt. I'm dying. Don't worry, it's not as bad as you think. Most people's first romantic experiences end kinda ugly."
I stayed silent, and she noticed. "Oh yeah. Spoiler alert." She added. "Just don't be the one to be an asshole to this kid. Alright?"
"I would never!" I fired back, insulted.
She smiled. "I know, but I feel like I gotta say it anyway."
There was more silence before we spoke up again. "I'm guessing you lost your virginity to him?"
"Mm." she answered, feigning disinterest. I realized I stepped into unwelcome territory.
"Sorry." I said sheepishly.
"If you were sorry you wouldn't pry." she said sternly, yet with no anger on her face. She did well with concealing her more negative emotions, or so it seemed. Nevertheless, I felt really bad, and decided not to say anything until we got there.
"This the place?" She asked as we pulled up.
"I think so." I answered as I undid my seatbelt. "Thanks, Nicole. I really appreciate it."
She bent over to my seat and kissed my cheek. "My pleasure, squirt. Now don't get sappy on me. Save it for her." she winked and I smiled as I stepped out of the car.
As she drove away, Nicole rolled down her window and shouted, "And don't do anything I wouldn't do!" I chuckled as I watched her speed away.
I rung the doorbell and almost instantly, May answered. "Hey there!" she said, smiling.
"Hey yourself!" I replied. "Ready to get to work?"
"Definitely!" she beamed, and headed downstairs. I assumed it was an indicator and followed her.
"So where are your parents?" I asked. After the incident with Nicole, I wanted to make sure I knew where the parents were at all times.
"They work weekends." she answered. "They work a lot, and after I became a teenager they started working more. I don't really see them that often, except around suppertime." At the mention of suppertime, she adopted an embarrassed look and looked down at the floor. "Speaking of… I hate to be that girl, but is it possible you could leave by then? My parents are really strict, especially about boys. They don't know you're here, and they would never believe me if I said it was just for drama."
From hanging out with Nicole so much, I didn't have much of a filter left, and asked, "Why, do you have a history with boys?" in a playful manner.
She gave me a disappointed look. "No. I don't." she said simply.
All of the confidence in my voice melted away instantly. "Sorry." was all I could say. I felt like an idiot. Two minutes in and I had already blown it. What else was I expecting?
"No worries." she said, trying to shake off the negative emotion. "Anyways, let's begin, huh?"
"Yeah, sure!" I said, glad to be off that topic. "Okay, so if I position my hands like this… There. Does that look like a better axe than the one we had on Friday?"
***
We worked for a solid 3 hours, before we decided to call it quits. By then, we had the whole piece committed to muscle memory, and trained our bodies to look like objects instead of characters. Mr. Salvador was definitely going to be impressed with us.
After we decided to call it quits, May exhaled and flopped down on the nearest couch. Too timid to do anything more bold, I just sat down on the floor. "I'm hungry." she said after a few seconds. "Are you hungry?"
"Isn't it suppertime soon?" I asked her, then realizing it meant I needed to go sooner.
"Not for an hour! C'mon. Want nachos?" She asked with a sweet smile. Damn, nachos?
"You bet!��� I roared as I got up. She giggled and made an effort to get up, but then just crashed on the couch again.
"Aw, but this couch is so comfy." she mock-complained, daring me to drag her off.
I called her bluff. "Comfiness can wait, you just offered Adam Watson nachos." I told her, pulling her off the couch by her arm. She giggled as she was brought up, only to abruptly stop when I accidentally pulled her closer than I thought and we were suddenly intimately face-to-face. I could hear her breathing, and swore that she was breathing a bit heavier than normal.
"So, uh… nachos, huh?" she all but whispered. I nodded slightly. We lingered there for a few seconds after, then she broke away and walked upstairs. I followed, not daring to say a word.
I followed her into the kitchen, where she was putting some kind of cheese into the microwave. She then reached into a cabinet and pulled out a bag of nachos, popping the bag open.
"Want one?" she asked before diving into the bag herself and pulling out a few. I pulled out a few in turn. We sat down at the table and waited for the microwave to finish.
"Mind if I ask you a personal question?" I asked, not even knowing myself where I was going with this.
"I guess!" she shrugged.
"If you used to be overweight, how'd you end up looking like… that?!" I gestured towards her. "That's a heck of a change."
"I guess so." She half-smiled. "When I was younger, I was a really bad eater. I only drank chocolate milk, ate a lot of sweets, didn't really have a good diet. Mom and dad liked to baby me, so they didn't stop it. Then around grade 3, people began teasing me, and… they really didn't stop."
She paused for effect, then continued. "Around grade 7, I decided I had enough. I stopped eating anything with sugar altogether, for a year. Even fruits. I drank water constantly, and started exercising, which was really difficult, but… It sounds weird, but I would have done anything to just get away from everyone being mean to me. I've said it over text before, but I didn't have any friends, and you're damn right I would have changed my body to stop that."
That was the first time I heard her really swear, I thought as she continued. "Heck, I would have even moved to a different school to get away from it all."
"Yeah, I know how you feel." I said, not thinking.
"No, you really don't." May said defensively.
"Yes, I really do." I shot back, a hint of anger in my voice. "I live in the next town over, and had to plead with my parents to go to our school instead. The reason I'm lonely, the reason I never had friends, is because I always got teased for being the shy, geeky, stupid socially awkward kid in class. I got bullied so much I stayed inside during recess. At least you could change your image. I got stuck never knowing what to say or how to say it, and I couldn't get better. I just had to deal with it, that being me meant being a loser."
May said nothing for the longest time, the hum of the microwave being the only sound in the room. After what seemed like forever, she slunk off her chair, walked over to me quietly, and embraced me in a meaningful hug. "I'm sorry." she said, a sentiment that sounded like it took a great effort to say.
"It's okay. I'm sorry too." I replied, hugging her back. The hug felt tighter than our last one, with our bodies more pressed together. I could feel her heart beating through her chest, complimented by the sound and feel of her breathing. Slowly, the two of us turned our faces so that we were looking at each other, no words in our mouths but a million in our eyes. Still embracing, her eyes turned innocent yet determined as her face slowly got closer to me. I was nervous as hell, but swallowed down any chance of a panic attack as I followed suit, my face becoming closer to hers. I could feel the heat of her lips on mine as I realized how little space was between us.
DIIIIING! The timer on the microwave suddenly went off like an atomic bomb, and May and I pushed each other back instinctively. With a nervous cough breaking the silence, we became a mess of sounds.
"I.. uh…"
"The… you…"
"With the…"
"And… eugh.."
"Guh… ehrm… Microwave."
"Right, the microwave."
She slowly moved towards the microwave and retrieved the cheese. She put it on the kitchen table and we sat down and ate, making painfully awkward small talk all the way through. After we polished off the chips, the awkwardness was mostly gone, but we didn't dare bring up what just happened for fear of recreating the awkward moment.
"Well, I think we're all set for Monday. What about you?" May asked, stretching.
"I'm going to be nervous performing. Sometimes I get panic attacks." I confessed.
"Don't worry." she said, giving me a reassuring smile. "We've practiced. It's polished. It'll all work out really good."
"Really well." I corrected her. She rolled her eyes and laughed.
A few seconds later, she looked at the clock and began to look down, the cogs turning in her head. I think Nicole was passing her mind-reading on to me.
"You want me to leave now, don't you?" I asked her humorously.
"Oh Adam, it's not like that." she protested. "If it were up to me I'd want you to stay all night."
"All night?" I repeated. She turned pink.
"You know what I mean." she answered quietly. "But yeah, I'm sorry, but yeah. Thanks for making the trip, I think this practice was really worth it. I just don't want to get in trouble. Sorry!" She dragged out the 'sorry' to make it sound like it had seven extra 'y's.
"I understand, it's okay." I said, moving in for a hug yet doubting myself. She seemed hesitant too, and we shared the most awkward goodbye hug in existence.
"See you on Monday!" She called out after me as I opened the door.
"Unless I text you first." I smiled and held up my phone.
"Yeah, do that." she smiled. I exited and shut the door behind me. Oh, right, text. I probably should have texted Nicole. Now I had to wait because she had no idea I was fini- Oh.
There she was. Leaning on her car, waiting for me, eating a green apple for goodness sakes. When she saw me, she barely acknowledged me. "Yo."
I sputtered. I stammered. I stumbled. "Were you here the whole time?!" I asked her.
"Nope, I got here about five minutes ago, squirt." She replied, calm as the ocean on a sunny windless Tuesday.
"Then how did you know that I would be leaving her house and you'd need to pick me up at this time?!" I asked her, before quickly adding, "Wait, let me guess. Grade eleven."
"God, you take all the fun out of it." she complained as she chucked the apple core into May's family's garden. "C'mon, let's make like a stoner and blow this joint."
I chuckled. "Was that one original?" I asked as I stepped into the car.
"I wish." she replied as she started the car.
"Hey, I never really asked – do you smoke?"
"Me?" she asked. "Nah – my mind is fucked up enough as it is. You can smoke all you want but I'm not about that kind of thing."
"That's fair." I answered. "I don't."
"I didn't ask." she told me.
"But you were thinking about it." I replied.
She smiled slightly. "So how was the da-"
"Oh my God. I came so close, so close to kissing her." I started to rant.
She laughed out loud. "So she blueballed ya."
"Not quite. Her microwave did."
She thought about my answer. "Huh. Never heard that one before. Is there a story to that?"
There definitely was, and the more of it I told her, the wider her smile got.
"Ooh, so close, hotshot!" She said, half mocking me, half sympathizing. "Well hey, if she blueballed you like that and you're pent up, I don't have plans…" she trailed off.
"Are you just constantly horny?" I asked her.
"That's for me to know and you to find out. Again and again and again." she laughed at herself. "Now text your folks. It's about 5:30. What do you say we spend some quality friend-to-friend time 'til about… eight?"
"Will your parents be home?" I asked her.
"Absolutely." She said with confidence.
I sighed and chuckled at once. "Fine." I told her. She cheered, and started rubbing my thigh as she drove. But my mind wasn't on her, frankly. My mind was fixated on May.
Chapter Four
The rest of the car ride on Saturday was a blur. It always is, when I'm promised sex at the end of it. Though unlike Monday, Nicole was a lot calmer stepping out of the car, probably because there was no foreplay in her vehicle.
"You didn't even suck on my nipples this time." Nicole laughed as she stepped out of the car. "You're starting to lose your edge, Watson."
"You didn't take off your shirt." I protested. "Mixed signals. Wasn't my fault."
She laughed again and grabbed my hand, walking inside. I noticed that around her, my confidence was building. Hell, thanks to her, my confidence was building in other situations too. I felt like the last couple of years were just the same year over and over, with nothing changing and nothing happening, nothing really happy in life. This year was a nice shift.
"Hi mommy, hi daddy." Nicole sang as she entered the house, her hand still in mine. "I'm back! I'm gonna be hanging out with Adam in my room, okay?"
Her dad grumbled, but didn't say anything. He was sitting in the same spot, wearing what looked like the same clothes, reading the same book. I wasn't even confident if he moved since the last time I saw him.
"Feel lucky!" Her mom's sickly sweet voice rang from the living room as she walked into the kitchen to greet me. "Normally she doesn't bring the same guy home twice." She again gave me her death stare, hidden underneath a warm smile.
As best as I could, I decided to counter her. "I do feel lucky, very lucky in fact. Nicole's a great friend, and if it weren't for her, I'd still be the same shy nobody that I've kept being for the last… too many years. She really knows how to make someone feel like people care about them."
I thought that would do it, but Mrs. Baker didn't even flinch. "What will you two be doing, video games? Be sure to keep the volume extra loud. That way we'll be able to hear all of the explosions and gunfire. Like we always do." That one was aimed at Nicole, and hints were rolling off of her words in waves.
Nicole just smiled cheekily at her. "Nope, we're just gonna full-on fuck. In your room. I might not even use protection. You know, why not? You're only young once in your life." With that, she started forcibly dragging me up the stairs, my mouth open the whole time.
My head was still reeling with what she said to her own mother when the door to her bedroom shut behind us. "Call me old-fashioned…" I started. Nicole shrugged.
I felt obliged to continue. "I've never spoken to either of my parents that way."
She shrugged again. "They're actually kinda sweet when I come home alone for, like, a week in a row. I mean, they're stern, but they're kind and let me use the car, so… Yeah. But when I bring boys home, they've got this idea that I'm doing it to punish them or something. Even girls, just when I'm hanging out. I think they're really lonely, 'cause they get upset when I'm social and not with them. Y'know, after everything they've done for me, that sort of thing." She was speaking really quickly, her face still showed the slightest hint of red, and I could tell she was embarrassed by their attitude.
It was sound logic. I nodded in agreement, as she strolled up to me, swinging her hips sexily. "Now, where were we?" She purred, grinding her pelvis against mine, putting her hands around my neck and pushing her chest into mine.
"Isn't this just going to piss your parents off?" I said to her, our faces close.
"We'd better not be too loud then." She whispered back seductively.
"No promises." I said back, smiling, as I pushed her back on to the bed. She grinned as I pounced on her and started to remove her shirt. It was a basic black t-shirt, but she could still totally pull it off, and when I indeed did pull it off, I found that she had no bra on underneath.
"You knew we'd be coming back to your place, didn't you?" I asked, before placing my tongue on her lower stomach and tracing upwards.
"I could only hope." she sighed as my tongue found its target: her nipple, already erect. I played with it, moving my tongue around the nipple before flicking it a few times. She shivered and pulled me in closer.
I kept my other hand occupied by bringing it up to her other breast and caressing it, making sure to keep my touch delicate and not squeeze too hard. She moaned in appreciation, and I kept my eyes up as I went from tonguing to sucking in the blink of an eye. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth contorted somewhere between a huge grin and an 'o' shape. Her hair, even amidst an act like this, managed to frame her face perfectly, and in that moment she looked like a painting – too vivid and beautifully alive to have been left up to genetics.
Her anticipation had clearly built up too far as she began fumbling with her black jeans, popping them open with a frustrated sigh before she attempted to dive right in with her hand and pleasure herself. Right as she was about to, though, I stopped her with my other hand. Her moaning didn't stop, but a whine was thrown into the mix.
Keeping perfect eye contact with her, I let my tongue trace down her stomach again as I used both hands to pull her pants and underwear all the way down. She gasped in realization of what was about to happen, as my tongue traced lower and lower expecting to hit her pubic hair any second now. Although, it didn't. My head rose up and I realized it upon sight immediately.
"You shaved!" I exclaimed.
Nicole laughed seductively and squished her beautiful boobs together. "I thought I'd see what would happen if I did." she answered. "So far, I'm definitely not complaining."
Her shaven pussy was, believe it or not, not particularly more appealing to me than her unshaven one, but it certainly would be easier to navigate, so I didn't want all of her efforts to go to waste. Lowering my head again, I returned to my earlier work. Outstretching my tongue, I started to trace letters right above her clit, just outside her lips, anywhere that could make her crazy with anticipation. A good five minutes of this passed, and by the end she was breathing furiously, squirming and pleading for me to dive in.
"You're such a fucking tease, Adam" she panted. "Please. I want it so bad."
"Do you really want it?" I asked her teasingly.
"Yessss, god dammit." she angrily hissed.
"You reeeally want it, May?" I asked her. That was a hell of a bold risk.
She swallowed hard, but made no effort to clear her throat or even think before responding. "Yes, Adam. I want you to eat me out. Please, Adam." came May's distinct voice. I loved this power I had over Nicole in the bedroom. It sure as hell inspired confidence.
"Good girl." I told her, and took her erect clit into my mouth. I started by flicking it with my tongue, then gently sucking on it.
She responded with a "Yes, Adam, yessss, right there," in May's voice perfectly, despite being in her own little world of pleasure. Her breathing was erratic, her movements jagged and sudden. She was particularly horny this time around. I decided to honor that, and experimented a little. As I started sucking on her clit harder, I took one finger and slowly worked it up into her waiting pussy.
"Oh God, oh fuck, oh my God Adam, yes!" she panted as I started working the finger in and out while sucking harder on her big beautiful clit. It was noticeable and large, maybe even as big as a full inch when she was completely horny, but I liked it. It was a part of her. And I liked her.
As I pumped in and out of her pussy, she began to moan harder and harder, until she unexpectedly sat up. "I can't take it anymore." she said, out of breath. I raised my head slightly, and would have questioned her, but before I could, my shirt came flying off of my head, presumably thanks to her. Then I felt my pants come loose and saw her, bending over towards me, hastily taking them off. She hopped off the bed, her clit proving her arousal, and ordered, "Lie down on the bed right now."
All I was wearing were my socks, and I was hard as steel, so I wasn't about to complain. I sat down as she ordered, and before I knew it, Nicole was lowering herself on to my face.
This was definitely a new experience, so at first I didn't know what to do. Right when I made a move to start, she leaned over and took my full dick into her mouth in one go. Almost instantly she began sucking and milking my cock for all of its worth. I audibly moaned and dove right in to her waiting pussy in turn, sticking my tongue in as far as it would go. I waved it about, I stuck it in and out, and every time my dick vibrated with her moaning, I knew I was doing something right. Before long, as awkward as the angle was, I was back to inserting a finger and letting it work harmoniously with my tongue.
Judging by the increased vibrations and faster speed of her mouth on my cock, I could tell Nicole was getting close. I swear she was starting to move her hips to accommodate my mouth, and I just responded by bringing her even more pleasure, sticking a second finger inside. As I did that, she released my dick and emitted a small shriek, one that her parents could no doubt hear. It was a weird feeling, but I didn't care anymore.
I could only care about the extra love juice now flowing from Nicole's stimulated pussy, which I eagerly accepted.
"Oh my God Adam Watson… You're the best." I heard her moan. "This is amazing. You're amazing."
We remained there for about ten more seconds before she engulfed my cock again with a new determination, her hand reaching lower to play with my balls. I didn't have the will to push her off and get some air, so I just began inhaling and exhaling, catching the intoxicating smell of my best friend's pussy. She kept at it, her tongue teasing my head, her lips pleasuring the shaft, her mouth pleasuring me like it was the most important thing, her hand rubbing my balls and occasionally going just a bit lower and pressing. It wasn't my asshole, it was above it, and while it should have felt weird, it just felt amazing when she was doing it.
With all of this combined, I couldn't hold back anymore. After a few more seconds, I groaned and let loose stream after stream of cum into her mouth, which she graciously accepted without pause.
I think I saw the gates of heaven for a second as I lay there, catching my breath as Nicole waited patiently for me. As reality began to reappear in my eyes, Nicole sensed the end of my orgasm and flopped down beside me on the bed. She reached down beside the bed and pulled up a water bottle.
"The offer is always open." She told me after a giant gulp.
"Honestly, I'm fine." I refused.
"…Okay, let me put it this way. I may end up kissing you tonight, and don't wanna taste that." She chuckled at her comment, and so did I as I gave in and took the bottle. As I drank, I wasn't expecting the water to be minty, but I guess it was an effective strategy.
"Also, here." she added, handing me a towel. "You've got me on your face everywhere."
I laughed at her wording and cleaned myself up. After, we lay in the bed, completely naked, completely wordless, connected by our hips, shoulder and hands, which were held in a clasp as we both looked up at the ceiling.
"Why do you live here if you go to school in the next town?" I asked out of the blue.
"Why do you?" She asked, not missing a beat.
"Bullies. Wanted a fresh start." I said simply.
She nodded. "Well, I guess you got one." She said matter-of-factly. "I've always gone to that school, but recently my parents moved back here, so we could be closer to family. I didn't want to leave all of my friends behind, so I decided to drive myself."
"Okay." I replied, then spoke again after an awkward silence. "Thanks again for the voice thing." I said sheepishly. "I know it must be kind of weird."
"I've had weirder." she shrugged. "Besides, whatever makes you happy." She squeezed my hand. I couldn't see it, but I felt that she was smiling.
"Though if I'm speaking freely, I don't really get what you see in her." she added. Well, this was going to be quite the can of worms.
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
"I mean, she's not exactly well spoken." She began. "No grammar skills, nothing really interesting about her personality, nothing that turns the head besides the way she looks. She honestly seems like a ditz, who has little-to-no unique personality."
I wanted to retaliate, to tell her she was wrong, but I honestly didn't know how to. Don't get me wrong, May was NOT a ditz to me, and she had a unique personality, it just wasn't as in-your-face as Nicole's was. Nicole was great, but she could never make me walk on sunshine just by talking. She could never make me quite so excited about possibly kissing her. In the end, I did enjoy the time with Nicole more, but just the idea of May made me excited. When it came down to it, I liked Nicole, but was crushing on May.
For the first time ever, Nicole misinterpreted me, taking my silence as being offended. "Sorry, I guess that was kind of rude, huh?" The only thing more uncommon than saying sorry for her was being incorrect, but I shrugged it off. She just didn't understand what I felt for May. She just couldn't.
***
Monday, fourth period hit me like a ton of bricks. I was beginning to control it better, but my inner sense of panic made me want to throw up. For goodness sakes, it was a small project, maybe worth 5-10% of my overall grade, maximum, but that wasn't it. It was the possibility of disappointment. I couldn't handle anyone being disappointed with me, and the more doubt kept telling me I would definitely screw up, the more evident the possibility of disappointment became.
Zac arrived to the classroom before I did. I was an absolute jerk to him before, even though he didn't know it. He wasn't after May, and was doing this out of the goodness of his heart. He was truly a good guy.
Mr. Salvador entered the way he always does – by walking up to the stage, sitting down on its edge, and facing us with a calm, powerful "Hello." However, this time, he immediately added, "Alright, everyone take seats at the back of the auditorium. I should be able to hear any actors from there. If I can't, you're not being loud enough. Dylan and Jack, you're up first. Make any preparations you need. Go!"
Everyone started moving to the back seats. Zac came from the crowd up to Mr. Salvador and I could make out him saying something to Mr. Salvador amongst the kerfuffle. He nodded and spoke out, "After Dylan and Jack will be Adam and May!"
Oh my God. Second. We were going second. As I made my way to the back of the aud, I had to stop to breathe. My hands on my knees and I inhaled and exhaled a few times, until I felt a soft, delicate hand on my back. "Are you going to be okay?" May asked, a little bit of concern in her voice. Though I could tell her voice was mostly just patience.
"Yeah, I'll be good." I told her breathily as I took my seat. Blondie and the long brown haired guy were up first, evidently. Zac ran past the audience so that he could get into the booth. A few seconds later, Mr. Salvador called out, "House lights off. Standard stage lights kept on."
On cue, the lights around the audience, and the class, faded, as the stage was left as the only illuminated thing left in the room, with Blondie and the Baseball Kid standing on it dumbly.
"Feel free to start whenever you're in position." Mr. Salvador commanded from the back row. The two guys got into a position. Baseball Kid sat Indian-style on the floor, and held his arms out in a bowl shape. Blondie tried to make a box with his arms. After a few seconds of stillness, Blondie tilted to one side and shook his form up and down.
"Shikka shikka shikka," were the noises that came out of his mouth, slightly muffled by his attempts not to laugh at himself, as if he was doing something hilarious. As Blondie waddled back to his original position and tilted back, Baseball Kid made his body expand, still making the circular shape.
They stayed there for a few seconds, before going out of position. "That's what we got." Blondie declared. I tried recalling what I saw, but I couldn't tell what they were trying to show. As they came down off the stage, here were a few stray claps from the audience. That couldn't have been longer than 30 seconds, I thought to myself. Seemingly, I wasn't the only one doubting them.
"Good." Mr. Salvador said, which got their hopes up. I could tell that 'good' was just a word he used, and held no connotation. "Was everyone paying attention to that?"
He was met with a sea of nods and a chorus of 'yes's from the group. "That's an excellent example of what I don't want to see from you." He stated. There was no hint of malice to his voice, but the fact that his tone was gentle, calm and steady made the comment sting that much more. Blondie's eyes flickered with disbelief, then anger, before settling with acceptance as he took a seat.
"Next up, Adam and May. Go." Mr. Salvador continued. If I was nervous before, I was catatonic now. Our teacher was a serious hardass when it came to performances, and he just served the team that went before us, then asked us to go up as if nothing happened. I had to admit, the two seemed really underprepared, and that put me at ease knowing how much May and I worked on our piece.
As I got up on stage, I looked into the glass windows of the booth and saw Zac give me a thumbs-up. I gave him my own thumbs-up as Mr. Salvador noticed and looked behind him. When he looked back, there was nothing clearly visible on his face, though the guy had a good poker face.
As I inhaled and exhaled a few times, I felt a warm breath in my ear. "Don't worry." came the sweet, gentle voice of May. "We're going to be awesome." This display caused a few "Ooh"s to come from the audience, but we ignored them. I smiled at her and nodded, my nervousness dying just a little. With that, I lay on the ground, feet together, my left arm bending around my head to meet at the fingertips with my right. It was meant to be an axe, and I had little to work with, so that's what we settled on.
"Go ahead when you're ready." I heard Mr. Salvador call. I could only see the ceiling of the auditorium, and trusted that May took her position as a tree. After breathing for a few seconds, I hoisted myself up by only my legs (not an easy feat when you're a scrawny freshman) and stood up, defining myself as the axe. I avoided eye contact with the audience, my eyes fixated only on May. Originally we thought to do the arms up thing, but creatively, May decided to make her arms all jagged and spread out instead, using every finger to look like a different branch. It looked a lot less cheesy and from my angle, and it paid off. Although maybe I was biased – with the position she took, it was a lot easier to catch a quick glimpse of her fantastic breasts.
Scolding myself internally, I focussed on the piece and moved towards her, using only my heel and the ball of my feet to move towards her so I wouldn't have to walk. After landing where I was supposed to, I wound my body up and went forward, bashing her in the stomach with my connected hands.
On cue, a red pulse filled the auditorium, only to die a few seconds later. When no red light was left, I wound back and hit her again. The red bathed the stage, and May contorted her waist to look like a dent had been made.
Whack, whack, whack. With each time I hit her, the lighting changes came perfectly on time and she contorted her body more until she finally tipped over, changing her footing position so that she could fall but still keep her legs from the knees down on the ground. I was amazed she didn't hurt herself when she fell to the floor with a bang. It wasn't quite five minutes, but honestly, how could you make something like that last five whole minutes?
Remembering Blondie's piece, I decided to stay as the object until we were addressed. Thankfully, May thought the same thing. After about ten seconds of stillness, Mr. Salvador called out, "Are you done?"
"Yes." May's confident voice responded.
"Good." Mr. Salvador said flatly, writing down a few things on his clipboard. "Thank you. A much stronger performance. Next, let's have Hanna and Jarrod."
I breathed a sigh of relief as we walked off stage. It was over, it was done with, thank goodness. Drama was a lot harder than I assumed it would be, though apparently that was Mr. Salvador's fault, not the curriculum's. According to the rumors around school, he's a lot harder on kids than most drama teachers are, but they also come out learning a lot more and being more successful theatrically.
"We did it!" May said gleefully before we took our seats, hugging me again. I returned the hug in vigor this time, glad to see her so overjoyed. I was happy too – this project was a lot more stressful than I thought it would be, especially during the performance. It was nice to be done with it.
I couldn't focus on the other performances, frankly – I was too busy trying to return my breath to normal. My anxiety was becoming a huge problem for me, I noted.
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