Pinhole, Higher Learning
Copyright© 2024 by Fanlon
Chapter 3
I woke up just after six in the morning and rolled out of bed wide awake, eager for the day. The excitement from dinner the night before hadn’t lessened. If anything, it had increased. I had just finished dressing and was tying my shoes when I noticed the glow of headlights through the living room window signaling Dana was here.
“Dana’s here,” I called out to Mom and ran down the stairs two at a time, leaping down the last three. There was a loud thunk as both of my feet hit the landing at the same time. “See you after school.” The words were barely out of my mouth when I slammed the door and rushed down to the passenger door of the Beretta.
It was still completely dark outside, and I couldn’t see inside the car. I went for the handle, pulled, but the door didn’t open. I waited a second and tried it again, but it still didn’t open.
“Dana, open the door.” I rolled my eyes and groaned, tapping on the window for emphasis.
I heard the mechanical clank of the door locks and tried the handle again and success!
“Sorry,” Dana said as I got in and buckled my seatbelt. “It’s too early for me to be thinking clearly.”
“Ha, no big deal.” I turned and smiled at her. “I have some news.”
Dana turned to me, and I was sure I saw a spark of eagerness and interest flare to life in her eyes, but then she blinked and looked like she was about to fall back asleep. To further that point, she let out a massive yawn before shifting the car into reverse and we were off.
This morning, Dana was wearing a robe with a pair of soft, pink pajama pants underneath. I just rolled my eyes before shifting them forward. Her state of dress was normal, at least it was in comparison to what she usually wore when she picked me up in the mornings. Her car was still a disaster, and I could immediately see why she hadn’t wanted Laura and me to go to lunch with her yesterday. I had to shuffle empty Coke cans around so my feet could touch the floor. There wasn’t anything on the seat though when I got in, so that was a plus.
Dana kept her speed under control until we turned onto the main street. After that though, we were flying all the way until she approached her reserved spot in the school parking lot. She slammed on the breaks, and the tires screeched to halt just inside the lines.
“One of these days,” I said, trying to loosen my grip on the center console and armrest on the door.
“One of these days what?” Dana asked, turning her head towards me, grinning sweetly, innocently.
“You’re going to give me or some little old lady a heart attack,” I answered, trying to keep my face as even as possible but it didn’t work, and she started laughing.
“Well, at least I can get you to the hospital in a hurry when it happens.”
Dana turned and reached into the back seat and pulled out a pair of pants, a tank top, and a hoodie to change into. She took off her robe and then pulled off her pajama pants leaving her sitting in the driver’s seat in nothing but a cute little pair of white panties.
I had seen her do this every time she gave me a ride to school. You would think I was used to it by now, but that just wasn’t the case. My eyes looked at everything, scanning each curve, bump, and edge slowly.
“You’ve seen it all before, Josh,” Dana said nonchalantly, but still smirked in my direction as she unfolded her jeans.
“Yeah, I know.”
“Do you really have to stare? They are the same boobs as last time you saw them.”
“I wouldn’t, if you didn’t want me to,” I fired back smartly, as if I hadn’t just been busted and she laughed.
“That’s true,” Dana quipped with a wink. “It’s always fun to get a rise out of you.” Her eyes flashed down to my crotch, and I instinctively moved my hands to cover myself. “Works every time. You really should just empty the chamber in the mornings before I pick you up. Then you wouldn’t have to be so embarrassed.”
“I’m not embarrassed,” I sputtered, trying to defend myself, if even just a little.
“Yeah, uh huh right,” Dana chuckled, lifting her butt off the seat so she could button her jeans. They were as form fitting as a second layer of skin. “Here, take a good long look before I cover them up.” Dana squared her shoulders to me, pressed her chest out and smiled.
I undid my seat belt, grabbed my backpack from between my legs and got out of the car. When I closed the door and looked back, Dana was still sitting there, showing off her perfect breasts with her hard nipples that seemed to point right at me; she even shook them just enough to make them wiggle.
“Come on, just finish getting dressed already,” I complained as I rolled my eyes, turned, and then adjusted the front of my pants so I had a bit more room for things.
I kept my back to the car until I heard her door open and then close.
“Come on,” Dana called out as she started walking towards the building. “Let’s talk to Mr. Watts and see if he has any suggestions for your darkroom.”
As luck would have it, Mr. Watts was in his room sitting behind his desk going through various pictures from his classes. The wizened teacher looked beyond old enough to be retired as he slouched forward.
“Good morning,” Dana said as she and I walked into the classroom.
“Oh, uh, good morning you two,” Mr. Watts said, his voice sounding surprised.
“We have a couple questions we think you might be able to help us with.” Dana smiled and moved to place the notebook open in front of Mr. Watts on the desk.
She put it right down on top of what looked like a disorganized pile of pictures of all sorts of things. The only aspect they all had in common was they were all black and white. Other than that, they were all different. Some were of what looked like fruit, others were flowers, people, buildings, all sorts of stuff.
“What’s this?” Mr. Watts asked as he picked up the notebook.
“That’s what we had questions about,” Dana answered and pointed at the book. “Those are the plans for Josh’s new darkroom.”
“Darkroom?”
“Yeah, my parents are going to build me one in our basement,” I replied, smiling weakly.
“I guess that solves that potential problem, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I replied. “I’m sorry you got in so much trouble. I didn’t mean for you—”
“Stop it right there,” Mr. Watts said, waving his arms and cutting me off mid-sentence. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Not one thing.”
“But—”
“No buts, you did nothing wrong; do you understand?” Mr. Watts’ tone was serious, and I knew I wasn’t going to convince him otherwise.
I just nodded my agreement, even though I didn’t genuinely believe what he was saying. I looked at Dana who was just standing there smiling like she agreed wholeheartedly with Mr. Watts. Still, Mr. Watts had almost lost his job because of me and those pictures I had taken. He hadn’t told me to; he hadn’t set anything up. The only thing he did was help me develop them and keep them secret—no thanks to Adam. That wasn’t really fair, it was the idiot little brother who showed a couple to Adam.
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