Chapter 15

Jasmine’s butt took center stage for my school. Her round cheeks and extremely deep ass groove swallowed up her shorts. The sexy underside of her bubble-butt kept peeking out from the leg holes. On the serves, the front row crouched down, hands on their knees, asses shoved back. Before one serve, Stacy was in the second row, and Jasmine was in the front. Stacy slapped Jasmine’s ass as they got ready for the play. That seemed to be a common practice among the girls, but Stacy’s slap wasn’t an encouraging gesture. Her hand made contact, and I heard it over all the other noise. Jasmine popped up with her nipples standing at attention and gave Stacy one of her sinister smiles. My balls smiled as well.

The serve resulted in a return that Stacy set up Jasmine on. She leaped and spiked the ball in the face of the blond on the other side. The sheer fact that my gorgeous neighbor jumped and killed the ball like that was hot enough, but when Stacy and Jasmine celebrated with a chest-to-chest jump-bump, my mind exploded with images. Like a porn movie, the two girls started doing each other right in front of their teammates. Then the whole team joins in an all-girl orgy. That is until I join in.

My erotic fantasy was interrupted by Susan’s voice, “Come with me.” As much as I didn’t want to miss one second of the action, I didn’t even know who was winning. I followed my young friend, who after all was the reason I came.

“Where can we go?” Susan’s question surprised me because she was leading the way. I wondered what she had in mind. I didn’t want to make a huge assumption, so I turned down the empty hallway and stopped in front of a classroom doorway. There is a deep alcove in front of each classroom door. This allowed us to not be seen unless someone walked right past.

“This is my math class. I have math third period.” I felt proud in a way. Being a big freshman was nothing, except if you are talking to a middle school student.

“Joe, I think I’m going to fail math, but maybe you can tutor me? Maybe, then my mother will let me see more of you.” When Susan spoke those words, it confirmed what I had suspected.

“So, your mother is trying to keep you away from me?” Susan’s expression changed to that of someone caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Joe, I didn’t mean to say that, and I don’t know. Well, it seems like she is, but I don’t know. She hasn’t said anything to me. But, if you help me pass math, then maybe she’ll give me more freedom with you.” Susan’s voice trailed off like she had already said too much.

I looked Susan over carefully and was reminded of everything beautiful I liked about her. Then we locked eyes, and I remembered what I loved about her most. Her eyes penetrated my heart and swallowed me whole. While deep in a Susan trance, I suddenly felt self-conscious. What if one of my friends saw me? What if anyone saw us?

I changed the subject by asking Susan a stupid question, “So, you suck at math? Do you know the square root of 69?” She gave me her best, I’m a blond look, and punched me.

“I don’t suck at math. I’m just having some trouble, and I have no idea what the square root is.”

I grinned. “It’s ate something.” It made me feel happy to be standing that close to Susan, and I abandoned all concerns. Who cares what someone thinks? Without giving any warning, I kissed her. Then it hit me, Susan might have a boyfriend by now, or not be interested in me anymore? It had been over two months.

Her mouth opened to my tongue without any hesitation and her arms latched around my neck. She pulled herself up closer and kissed me deeper. It was clear we both had been experiencing the same void. I grasped her with both hands on her butt and lifted her off the floor.

We spontaneously blurted out, “I love you.”

I smiled until my face hurt and kissed her again. I was pretty sure my confusion had been lifted, and my true feelings surfaced. Even though I never expected to say it, I was glad I had, and I was relieved she had, or I would have been left feeling very stupid.

Things were heated between us when I thought, we’re standing in the hallway at school. My hand was under Susan’s shirt, playing with her tiny breast mound and fascinating nipple. It fit perfectly between my fingers and rose as I fondled it. I wanted to suck it, but we heard someone walking toward us. We stepped back two feet and tried to act normal. Shit, it was a teacher.

“You can’t be down here. Either in the gym or outside.” Mrs. Beck sounded firm, but not mean.

As much as I had been interested in the erotic game, I didn’t hesitate as I went past the gym and out the front door. We sat next to each other on the short wall that ran the length of the front of the school. Neither of us spoke. I knew I was considering my feelings and the declaration of my love. I suspected Susan was also contemplating the same. What did this mean for us now? I was sure I had some ideas about what it should mean, but I didn’t know if I should assume anything. How do I tell her I don’t want her to be with her father?