Chapter 5: Breaking Up

James and Wendy had been going together for two months. James had been patiently but insistently trying to take things further, to get his hand under Wendy’s skirt but, to date, she’d steadfastly refused, telling him to wait. They were at the church youth club on Sunday night, in the back of an old store room they had found, a place where they could be alone and were kissing. But James was becoming impatient with Wendy’s reluctance to take things any further. He decided to push his luck and tried to pull her panties down.

“Stop it, James. No, I don’t want to.” Wendy exclaimed as she slapped his hand away.

James didn’t stop as Wendy had told him to but kept trying to get his hand into her panties. Wendy struggled as she tried to fight James off.

“No, James, I mean it. No. Stop, please.” James was still trying to pull Wendy’s panties down even though she’d repeatedly told him to stop. There was only one thing she felt she could do now.

Wendy slapped James’s face so hard her hand stung. His cheek instantly turned a bright red, and you could see the imprint of her hand on it. His eyes teared up, and he gasped in shock. She’d really belted him; then again, she’d meant it. She’d told him NO, and that’s what she had meant NO. Shocked and hurt, James stood up and without looking at Wendy, walked out.

Wendy instantly burst into tears, unsure if they were for what James had tried to do to her, her reaction to it, or his leaving the way he had. Wendy knew at once that they were finished. She didn’t hang around the youth club much longer after that and walked home, tears in her eyes, having split up with her first boyfriend.

Halfway home, she started sobbing and rushed straight to her room when she got home. A pain so intense stabbing in her heart, it felt physically real, making her feel sick. Conflicting thoughts were running through her mind. Maybe she was holding back too much? Maybe she should go all the way; after all the majority of her friends were, or at least saying they were. She wanted to, she really did, and with James too. She just wasn’t sure if it was the right time for her. Then again, she was afraid of what it would be like. Basically, she was a hormonal teenager going through one of the most difficult periods of her life. But one thing she knew was she just didn’t want to lose James.

James was equally as upset as Wendy was. Screaming at himself as he ran down the backstreets to his home. He’d blown it; he knew he had. Why couldn’t he wait? Why the urgency to get into her panties? He wasn’t that sort of boy who’d do anything like that. Now he’d pushed Wendy too hard, and they were finished. Yes, his pride had been hurt, and he was angry at himself, and his face stung from where she had slapped him. Most of all, he knew that once it came out that they were finished, there would be lots of boys sniffing around, wanting to go out with Wendy.

James spent a restless night regretting his foolishness. As did Wendy, although neither of them knew that they were both suffering for the same reason.

The next day in school, Elaine sensed something wasn’t right with her friend and cornered Wendy, demanding to know what was the matter. Wendy told Elaine what had happened, only just managing to hold back her tears once more. Elaine comforted her distraught friend before declaring that James was an idiot for doing what he had, and deserved the slap he had got. Saying if it had been her, she would have kneed him in the balls as well, making Wendy smile at last. Elaine asked if she should get Rob to talk to James. Wendy said no; she was so upset she didn’t want anyone else to know about her humiliation and dumping.

Wendy was an emotional wreck in the first lesson but Elaine managed to convince the teacher that it was ‘her time of the month’. As the school was well versed in teenage girls and the problems they could have as they went through puberty, they passed it off as that. Even allowing Elaine and Wendy to be excused from classes for part of the morning.

On Monday lunchtime, James didn’t even ride past the bus stop where Wendy was waiting, instead he turned left at the traffic lights taking another route, not even glancing in her direction. He did this on the two following days as well. Every time, digging an invisible dagger into Wendy’s broken heart as she watched him ride the other way. Wendy was now sure that they were finished. James had ignored her completely, not even trying to explain or say sorry.

Elaine met Rob as planned at the tennis club after school, but she was distracted and unhappy.

“Wendy and James have split up,” she gasped as Rob pulled her into his grasp. For once, Elaine resisted him. “Rob, it’s serious; he’s dumped her. On Sunday night, they had a fight, and he walked out and hasn’t talked to her since.”

Rob knew something had happened between James and Wendy, but like all boys, James hadn’t said anything to his friend, and Rob hadn’t pried.

“What happened, do you know?”

“Sort of. James tried to pull her panties down, and Wendy wouldn’t let him. He wouldn’t take no for an answer, like someone else I know. So Wendy slapped him, and he stormed out. That’s it.”

“Fuck! He’s an idiot; she’s a cool bird. When it gets around, I know at least five guys who would be sniffing around her. Hell, I would if I didn’t have you as my girlfriend. I’ll have a talk with him if you think it would do any good, but it may be too late now. I like Wendy, she doesn’t deserve to get hurt.” At times Rob was a lot more compassionate and caring than he would admit to.

Having listened to Elaine’s concerns about her friend, Rob now wanted to get down to some action, which was why they had met up in the first place. Yes, he was concerned about both James and Wendy, but he was still a horny sixteen-year-old boy.

As her last lesson that day had been PE, Elaine had showered and put her uniform on again, but daringly, especially because of the length of her skirt she’d left her panties off. She’d got knee-length socks in white that made a great show of her thighs and drove Rob wild with longing.

Rob pulled Elaine unresistingly towards him, kissing her passionately. A kiss she replied to with equal intensity, her tongue darting forward to play with his.

Without breaking the kiss, they lowered themselves to the floor. Rob’s hand rested briefly on Elaine’s inner thigh before edging higher and higher, up under her skirt, where he found unfettered access to her pussy. Rob moaned into Elaine’s opened mouth at the feel of her slippery outer folds, the softness of her sparse bush and the wetness as he slipped a finger inside her.

Elaine had been as eager as Rob to get things going, and had fumbled with his zipper until she had it open, enabling her to pull his cock free. Elaine gently stroked the throbbing penis that had given her so much pleasure during the time they had been together.

Sensing they were both overly excited, Elaine rolled Rob onto his back, pulled her blouse off, freeing her tits, scrunched her skirt up around her hips, threw a slender leg over Rob, and with a sigh of pure delight from both of them, lowered herself onto him. They were both young, but they knew what they liked and they fitted together well. Not just sexually, but as a pair.