Chapter 1

The holidays are over and it was time to go back to class. I had signed up for a debate class during the spring semester. Mister Hill, our debate coach, had done well in statewide competitions and he did not intend for this year to be any different. Somehow he convinced the principal to let him have a free period at the end of the day so that we could get ready for the upcoming tournaments.

Mister Hill stood at the lectern at the beginning of class. “For those of you who do not know, each year I assign a senior to each junior so that we can pass on our winning tradition. If you will open your electronic devices and go to the class notes you will find your assignments.”

Instant tones and squeaks sounded as the devices booted up. Mine was a little slower than the rest but I finally found the class assignments. Talk about lucky, I was paired with a senior girl who had done remarkably well in prior meets. Hanna. Hanna Frantz.

She approached me having found me sitting toward the back of the room. “Bradley, Bradley Webb? I think they paired me with a football player.” She scowled. “I hope you’re up to the task. I don’t tolerate laziness or lack of preparation.”

“Nor do I, Hannalore, your highness. My daddy always told me to do my best. I do. It’s gotten me through this far. I’ve passed all my classes and earned a slot on the football team. Maybe I can earn a slot on the debate team. Who knows?”

“Hanna will be fine.”

Although I was neither shy nor bashful, I knew that Hanna would be a challenge. “You’re in charge here so tell me what to do next.”

“Do you know where the library is?”

I couldn’t resist. “Oh yeah, that’s that room at the end of the hall with all the tables and books. I think I can find it. What time?”

“Let’s go there now for the rest of this class then we can set up a schedule for working. Follow me.”

“Anywhere.”

Cheryl was working in the library. “Bradley, you may have some overdue books.” She giggled. “I thought you were going to call me over the holidays.”

“I thought you were in Maine with your family. At least that’s what you said. We need a conference room. I know they can only go to seniors but, Ms. Frantz is a senior. Which one?”

“Take number six. Ms. Frantz, would you sign in?”

We booted up our laptops in the conference room. “I ran out of things to do over the holidays so I set up a folder on the Cloud, so that we could post our ideas and you could begin to coach me.” I gave her the password and she logged in.

She studied the folders one by one. “You did all this during the holidays?”

“There’s a folder in there called ‘anonymous’. Put your name on it and it is yours.”

As she browsed through the folders I took out my phone camera and took several photos as she studied. After a few minutes she stood and walked over to the wall. That gave me the opportunity to take a stunning side view of her tall lithe figure. I hoped that she would like the photos when I showed them to her. I’d have some great material for tonight’s pleasuring imagining those lips wrapped around my cock...

“One of the folders is called ‘dialogue’. That way we can exchange ideas without putting everything down in our final draft.”

“This had to be a lot of work. It’s certainly well-organized.”

“I had time on my hands and got tired of reading stories. Sometimes you just have to do something productive.”

“Oh, what kind of stories?”

“Some literature that I didn’t get to last year and then a lot of erotica.”

“Well, it looks like our time’s about up. Same time tomorrow?”

“Maybe we could do this the rest of the week and then we will be ready for them. Unless you’re in a hurry, I don’t think Cheryl would make us leave.”

“I do today but I’ll be sure to have time tomorrow. I don’t want to inflate your ego but I think you’ve done a good job of getting organized.”

“You inflated my ego by just being here with me. I know about your past record and I hope we can do better this year.”

When her full lips parted in a smile I almost melted. I was sure that she could hear my heart beating.” Yes I think we will do better this year. You know there’s a difference between ego and confidence. You seem quite confident.”

“As long as you’re with me I believe I can help.”

“You’re putting me on the spot here. Now I have to do my part. Thank you for all the hard work.” Her smile doubled my desire to kiss those puffy lips.

The next day I had to take a bathroom break before going into the library. Again her smile lighted the room. “I had to take a detour on the way here. Sometimes nature gets in the way.”

“No problem. I was up late last night trying to catch up with you. I know it’s a cliché but I didn’t know football players would take this seriously.”

“Football players have to take everything seriously. Our coach demands good academic performance and I hold up my end of the bargain.”

We worked hard going through the folders and outlining the basis of our affirmative and negative presentations. I tried to keep my emotions from getting the best of me but working with a beautiful smart woman was a new experience.

“Last time, you said that Cheryl would let us stay later. Are you her boyfriend?”

“We had some nice times together but she then found someone more to her liking. She is very picky and smart. She’s working on getting scholarships.”

“Nice times together? What did you do?”

“We studied together, went to parties, and did the normal high school activities. I got along better with her parents that I did her.”

“I understand. Now let’s see if we can get two hours work before we have to leave.”

We reviewed the National Question: “Resolved: The United States Federal Government Should Substantially Increase Its Non-Military Exploration and/or Development of the Earth’s Oceans.”

We worked hard and made a lot of progress but toward the end of the session she seemed uncomfortable. “I have thick skin so if something is bothering you I’d like for you to tell me.”

“How are you going to get to the tournament?”

“I’ll either hitch a ride or ride with one of the other groups. I don’t think they’re going to take a bus.”

She paused. “Would you be willing to ride with me? I’m driving.”

“Oh yes! That would give us five hours to work. It would be my privilege to ride with you. Are you taking others?”

“I thought maybe the two of us could spend that time productively instead of just looking at the scenery.”

“Tell me where to meet you and I’ll be delighted to ride with you.”

“I googled your address and will pick you up at one o’clock on Friday. 0h by the way, we have to wear dress clothes to compete. Okay?”

“I’ll pack my best stuff.”

I was waiting on the porch when she came into the driveway driving a large Mercedes. She stepped out in her tight jeans and blouse. As I approached the car she lit up my life with another grand smile.

“This is kind of embarrassing but daddy didn’t want me to drive my small car. Would you be willing to drive?”

“Of course, but let me get my laptop out so that we can review our strategies.

When we reached the interstate I set the cruise exactly at the speed limit. “If I get a speeding ticket my father will withdraw my privileges. I know it’s a shame in this machine but I hope you understand.”

“My father feels the same way but I have more than one violation. I think he wanted to spank me for the second one but he simply withdrew my privileges for a while. That’s why I wanted to put the burden on you.”

For the first two hours we went over and over our notes and presentations. That required a lot of interaction. We approached the city with a number of entrances and exits to the freeway, “I can’t really concentrate on debate and driving at the same time. Let’s wait till we get clear of the traffic.”

“That’s great. I can stand a little relief. This is all heavy. I need to know more about what you found out from the Office of Naval Research.”

“Close that folder and look up in the right-hand corner of the screen and you will see another folder named Frantz.”

As we drove through the heavy traffic I could see her flipping through photos in that folder. She must’ve gone through the file three times before she put her head back. I glanced at the screen and saw that it was her profile.

As the traffic thinned she looked at me. “Those photos are nice. Is that how you see me?”

“I only wish I used my good camera. Those were taken from my phone. They don’t do you justice and I would like another chance.”

“If you will give me these and bring your camera, I will give you another chance. They made me look ... Well ... Kind of sexy.”

“Of course they do. I don’t think you can hide it from anyone. When I look at that first photo with your beautiful smile I imagine that it is for me.”

She went back to the first frame and thought for a while. “Yes, that smile was for you. I was amazed at how much work you had done.”

For the rest of the journey we went over again and again our debate strategies and rebuttals. When we arrived at the hotel, the valet came over and she told me to give him the keys. Then she summoned a bellman to take our bags. “I’m not going to room with any of the other girls. I like to have my own space.”

She handed her credit card to the woman at the desk. “I’d like a nice room away from the other students. Maybe on a higher floor.”

I noticed that she had not asked for the special rate that they were granting to all of the high school students. “I will need three key cards.”

“Yes Ms. Frantz, please return them when you check out.”

She nodded to the bellman. “Please take these up.” He took both her suitcases and was gone in an instant.

“I need a favor please walk me to my room. I will tell you why later.”

We entered the elevator and were let off at the executive floor. She studied the room map and then we went down the hall to her room. “Please try your key card.”

In the room there were two large beds, couch with coffee table, and a minibar. “Would you open a bottle of white wine?”

I had been coached by my father how to hold the bottle. I poured her glass and mine.

“Bradley, you continue to amaze me. Please sit, enjoy a snack, while I tell you the story.”

By now I was totally confused.

She drank her wine quickly and I refilled her glass.

Her body language suggested that she was very uncomfortable. “I do not want to burden you with my problems but last year I made the mistake of going to the pool bar in my bikini. We were in the islands and having a nice time. Some of the men decided that a woman in a bikini was fair game. It took a while before security came and took me to my room. So now, I try to be discreet. No one would bother me if you were by my side. I appreciate your being tolerant.”

“It is my pleasure to escort you. I rarely get attacked by anyone in the pool. I guess some men believe that women are for their taking.”

Her glass was empty. I offered but she declined. “I don’t know what you had planned but I would like it if you would take me to the dance tonight. You know we’re supposed to dress a little.”

“I couldn’t imagine a more delightful evening and taking you to a dance. We can whisper debate questions while we’re having fun.”

“You are such a jerk. But, you’re a nice jerk. Being on the executive floor means that a lot of men will be fishing.”

“No matter where you go, a lot of men will be fishing. So I will take you to the dance and we will have fun. I don’t think many people would hit on you while I’m there.”

“Do you want to go to your room or would you like to shower and dress here?”

“I suppose I have to put in an appearance and the room so that the monitors will know that I’m there. They’re not supposed to give us any private time.”

“Leave your bag here and go to your room so that everyone knows that you are accounted for. Then, come back and dress and we will go down together.”

By then I understood her problem. She did not want to go alone in that hotel or anywhere else. Her experience in the islands must’ve been far more dramatic than she told me.

I returned to her room giving us a good two hours before we had to go be social. She greeted me with her smile that melted me inside. “Please come and sit. I need to tell you some other things.”

I refilled our wine glasses and told her that I was all ears.

“I don’t know your financial circumstances but my father spoils me rotten. Even I know that. Would you be terribly offended if I paid for our dinner and other events that we might want to see? I’m not trying to buy you, but daddy expects me to use my card. He says that he has more money than he can ever spend and I have to help,”

“If that is your pleasure, do with me what you will.”

“I’m calling down for dinner. Would you prefer steak, lobster, or both?”

“Hey, it’s surf and turf for me.”

We watched the evening news for several minutes. “I believe there is time for you to take your shower before they deliver our meal. That will give me time later.”

When I returned from the beautiful shower wearing only my pants and a shirt, she smiled again. She had turned on some very nice jazz music. Within a minute or two the waiter arrived and set up our meal. He asked her if she preferred white or red wine. She said, “Yes.”