Chapter 17

I had assumed things would be different now that Laura and I were officially boyfriend and girlfriend. It was still pretty clear Mrs. Satori was not at all pleased with the situation as a whole, regardless of her daughter’s opinion, not to mention her husband’s support as well. She didn’t shut it down, not directly at least. She was a little more subtle, or not so, in how she showed her feelings on the matter.

Case in point, after we pulled up in my driveway, I thanked her politely and got out of the back of her car. Laura joined me with a beaming smile and looked like she was about to run into my arms, but her mother rolled down the window the second Laura got out and told her they needed to get going. They apparently had some incredibly important errands they needed to run. That cut short any kind of moment the two of us could enjoy.

That didn’t stop Laura from giving me a tight squeeze, giggling happily as she did before quickly taking a step back.

“I should probably go,” Laura said, smiling weakly.

“Sure, call me tonight?” I replied.

“Yeah, sounds perfect.”

Laura leaned in and gave me a quick kiss.

“Hurry up, Laura, we don’t have time for this,” Mrs. Satori barked through the open window.

The happiness on Laura’s face fell, but only a fraction as she jumped back in the front passenger seat and waved goodbye as her mother was already backing out before Laura even had her seat belt on.

Mrs. Satori wasn’t going to tell Laura she couldn’t see me anymore, but she wasn’t going to make it any easier for the two of us.

That first week after meeting Laura’s father was more of the same. Nothing had really changed, which made me both happy and a little bummed at the same time.

The phone was ringing almost the moment I got home from my visit to prison, and Dana was overly eager to hear what happened with Laura’s dad. If I wasn’t mistaken, she didn’t seem all that happy that Laura’s father was easy on me.

Still, I could tell she was happy for me and Laura, even if she didn’t say as much outright.

“So, does this mean you can’t look at my tits anymore?” Dana asked as we pulled into her parking spot at school the following morning.

“Huh?” I questioned her, not knowing what she was implying.

“You have a girlfriend now. Doesn’t that mean you can’t gawk at my tits every time I get ready in the mornings?”

The look she gave me was one of knowing confidence, completely assured that what she was saying was correct beyond a shadow of a doubt. To be fair, she wasn’t entirely wrong. I did look. What guy at my age wouldn’t look at a partially naked girl within arm’s reach of him. The thing was, I hadn’t thought she had noticed. I didn’t think I was being that obvious.

“I don’t gawk at you!”

I really didn’t gawk. I may have glanced, and my eyes might have even lingered for a moment or two, max, but I wasn’t gawking!

“Yes, you do. You act like you don’t want to look, but you do every time.” Dana laughed. “At least you aren’t getting erections that often anymore when you do. I guess that’s progress.”

Dana grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it up and over her head, exposing her breasts in all their glory, just as nonchalantly as ever. I couldn’t help it; I watched as my eyes locked onto her nipples the moment they were freed.

“Josh!” Dana laughed, smacking my shoulder but still not in any hurry to try to cover up.

“What, it’s like you’ve told me a million times now, ‘They’re just boobs, what’s the big deal?’”

“They are just boobs.” Dana cupped each one in her hands.

She pinched her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and then even jiggled them, lifting and squeezing them in her hands for added emphasis.

In an attempt to hide my embarrassment of doing exactly what I had claimed I didn’t do, I rolled my eyes at her, turning my head away and looking out the passenger window.

When Dana had finished changing, we both got out of her car and started making our way toward the building entrance.

“You’re so much fun to tease, you know that?” Dana remarked.

I knew I shouldn’t reply, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Yeah right, sure. At least one of us is having fun,” I answered, laying on the sarcasm as thick as possible.

“Oh, I’m not the only one.” Dana grinned and then looked down at my middle.

I did the same, dreading and knowing what was going to be there. Sure enough, there was the telltale sign and male adolescence rearing its ugly head for her to see.

Stupid boners...

What I didn’t understand was the fact that I have been looking at naked women on a regular basis without this type of reaction. Sure, there were times when there was some stirring in my pants, but not like this! What was it about Dana that always caused this to happen?

To make matters worse, I was always so distracted that I didn’t even notice it was happening. That God we always got to school early. I couldn’t even imagine how mortified I would feel if the parking lot were full of kids, and they all saw my predicament. I would never live that down. I would be the laughingstock of the whole school!

Dana kept teasing me the whole week, incessantly. She would take her sweet time getting dressed right in front of me in the mornings and every time she came over after school when I didn’t have photography classes, she would give me a hard time about who had the best tits and if their tits were better than hers. I would like to say I wasn’t bothered by such things, but I was.

Laura couldn’t come to my house after school that first week with Dana, but that didn’t stop Dana from telling Laura all about how I reacted to anything she did first thing the next morning, much to my consternation.

Laura just laughed every single time. I was lucky in that Laura was never jealous of how Dana acted around me. It was normal for the both of us. She had always been a bit free spirited, as Dana liked to call it.

Laura might not have been upset at Dana for how she was behaving or even me for how I was reacting. She was, however, getting angry that she hadn’t been allowed to be a part of any of Dana’s shenanigans ... yet.

We still talked all the time during school and every night we spent at least an hour on the phone talking about anything and everything. We both joked and laughed, as well as complained about our classes and homework. Laura was always curious about my photography classes. The fact that a college class was nothing at all like our high school classes was beyond intriguing to her.

She wanted to know all about my projects, especially those club photoshoots and what all of them entailed. I didn’t hide anything from her. There wasn’t much to hide, really. Laura, just like Dana, really wanted to go to one of those shoots and see it for herself. She knew I couldn’t bring her, but that didn’t stop her from asking every day that first week.

The next week, I was caught off guard three different times. The first of those surprises came from none other than Laura on Monday morning as I was stuffing my backpack in my locker and grabbing my textbook for Mrs. Peterson’s social studies class.

“Uh oh, what did you do?” Dana asked in a surprised tone.

“Wha—?”

I was about to ask what Dana was talking about and out of the corner of my eye, a beautiful blonde came flying at me. Laura launched herself at me and I wasn’t ready for it. The impact of her body into mine sent us both tumbling to the ground.

“Geez you two, get a room already,” Dana snickered.

“That sounds like a great idea, which one do you usually take your boys to?” Laura asked without missing a beat.

I just laid there on my back, my arms wrapped around Laura’s middle as she craned her neck around to look at Dana who was now looking at us wide-eyed. That look quickly changed as Dana regained her wits and then glared at Laura in return.

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