Chapter 9

Summer broke the kiss and said, “Well, Jack do we have a date this Friday? Dinner at the Burrendah followed by...”

“Wow, mate, you’re in,” Phil interrupted.

“I’ll let you know tomorrow, okay?”

“You lucky dog,” Phil said before continuing. “Fuck you’re a sure bet with the best-looking chick in school. Come on dickhead tell her yes.”

As Summer and Emily walked away, we three guys ogled their sexy butts. They were the two hottest-looking chicks in school, but I had to talk with Sonia about my Friday night date with Summer.

After class, I waited until all the other students left before I spoke to Sonia. “Sonia, is there somewhere private we could go? I need to talk to you.”

“I’ll lock the door, and we can talk here, okay? It will be like a pupil and teacher discussion, sitting opposite each other at my desk.”

Sonia locked the door and said, “What’s on your mind.”

“I know we haven’t discussed this. But are we mutually exclusive?”

“No, we’re not. Remember we both said it may not last a long time, if you have found a girl your age, take her out on a date, and enjoy life.”

“But what happens to you and me?”

“Do you want two girls to look after?”

“Summer has asked me to go out with her on Friday, have dinner, and do the wild thing. I wanted to make sure you were okay with that.”

“Sure, Jack, go out with Summer, bang her brains out, then you can tell me all about it for Saturday night’s pillow talk.”

“Like, you’re not jealous?”

“No, go ahead. I want to know how good Summer is. After all, she is the best looking girl in school. But she is a girl, and nothing compared to me.” Sonia leant back and ran her hands over her boobs, then licked her lips seductively.

I’d got the all-clear, although I sensed some cattiness in Sonia’s last remark and gestures.

The next day I caught up with Summer. “Hey, sexy Summer! All good for Friday. Let me know where you live so I can pick you up. Is 7pm okay?”

“Thanks, Jack, you won’t regret it.”

I arrived at five to seven, and Summer greeted me by kissing me warmly, and after a quick snog, I pulled back and looked at her. “Wow, wow, wow. Don’t you look something tonight; you’re smokin’ hot.”

Summer wore a short, pale blue sleeveless party dress, with a deep plunging neckline showing off plenty of cleavage. It was open at the back to below the shoulders and held up by shoestring straps.

“It’s new, I bought it for our date tonight so I’m glad you like it.”

I put my arms around Summer’s waist, pulling her against me, holding her tight, bent down, and kissed her longingly.

We had a great night at the pub with a good meal and dancing to a live band, with plenty of flirting and feeling each other up as we kissed, until around nine-thirty, Summer grabbed hold of my hand pulling me towards the door and said in a sexy, husky voice, “Come on Jack, let’s go.”