Chapter 6

I went through my usual routine the next morning, sneaking around in order to avoid waking my mom as I get ready for my day. I was so distracted by thoughts of Shelby and the evening we spent with Mr. Dawson I almost forgot to grab my gym bag on the way out. It’s a good thing I keep it right by the door.

Marsha is waiting for me on the sidewalk. As I locked the door I said, “I hope you weren’t waiting long.”

“No. I just got here. But I don’t think we’re going to have to walk to school this morning. Or at least you won’t.”

I looked at her curiously. She nodded her head toward the Mustang convertible parked in front of the neighbor’s house. Leaning against the door is my new hunk. I smiled, waved and said, “Since you’ve been so nice to me lately I’ll see if I can’t talk him into letting you run alongside the car. But try not to slow us down too much.”

She laughed and said, “That sounds fair, as long as Shelby will let me touch his car when we get to school.”

“I’m sure we can work that out. You’ll probably have to flash him your boobs or something but so far he seems pretty easy going.”

“That sounds fair to me.”

By then we had pulled even with Shelby and his car. I moved into his arms and we kissed passionately until a male voice from the backseat of the car said, “Jesus, Paula! Is gettin’ laid all you ever think about?!”

“Yeah, pretty much. How about you, Mark?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

Marsha exclaimed, “Shelby! You brought me a present! That’s so sweet.”

“I don’t even know how he got in there. I went out to get in my car this morning and he was sleeping in the back.”

Shelby opened the passenger door and held the back of the seat out of the way so Marsha was able to crawl in the back with Mark. Before she threw herself at her new boyfriend she turned back to Shelby and said, “I love your car. My uncle is restoring a ‘69 fastback. I hope to live long enough to see it finished.”

“I was fortunate. This used to be my dad’s. He bought it new and drove it for a few years. Then he stored it. I didn’t even know he owned it until my sixteenth birthday. He had his “go to” shop replace the top and all the gaskets, hoses and the tires. They checked it all out and on my birthday, much to my mother’s chagrin, they pulled up to the house with this on a flatbed truck. My dad has always been a bit of a pain in the ass. But this made up for all his sins.”

Mark and Marsha started wrestling in the backseat. He didn’t exactly undress her but in a very short time there was an awful lot of her that was no longer covered by her clothes. Shelby and I returned to our passionate kiss. But the good stuff couldn’t last forever. We finally separated and I got in the car. He went around and got in and started the car. When she heard the exhaust, Marsha said, “Cleveland?”

“Oh yeah!”

I was relieved when he drove directly to school instead of heading for Ohio.

It isn’t much more than a fifteen-minute walk to school from my house, it took no time at all in a car. It did take another ten or fifteen minutes to find a parking place, though. I kept Shelby from getting impatient with the slow-moving traffic by becoming reacquainted with his very nice cock which has obviously missed me.

As soon as he parked, Marsha and I had to disappoint Mark. Shelby had told him what a great time we had after school yesterday. He was planning on joining us at my house after school today. He was really heart broken when we had to explain about the upcoming gymnastics meet and our Tuesday and Thursday practice sessions.

He groaned, heartbroken to learn he’ll be going home disappointed after school. But Marsha took pity on him. She asked Shelby if they could borrow his backseat for the two minutes she figured it would take to drain Mark’s balls.

Shelby replied, “Fuck no! I don’t want his nasty ass on my seats!” But he unlocked the door and we stood there making out while Marsha and Mark climbed into the back seat and she sucked him off. I’m pretty sure it took longer than two minutes. But not a whole lot longer.

While they were playing in the car I told Shelby my mother has a new job, working for Mr. Dawson. That surprised him. Then I explained that my mom has never sucked a cock and she needs to learn how before she starts work next week. He thought that sounded exciting. He was less than enthusiastic when I asked if he would help me teach her how to do it. I wasn’t surprised by his reaction. But as I told mom and Mr. Dawson last night, it just isn’t that difficult to talk a guy into getting his cock sucked.

The biggest problem is that time is short, mom starts work next Monday. And my schedule is going to be pretty hectic for at least the rest of this week and next week. And then the gym team will be competing in Manchester the first three days of the following week.

Shelby, aware of how tired she is when she gets home from a typical day at work, asked when my mom would want to do it.

“I don’t know. Is there any way you could come over after 8:30? I can’t imagine your parents letting you out that late just so you can give blowjob lessons.”

He had to laugh at that. But after giving it some thought he said, “I think I can arrange it. I have a cousin who works at Home Depot. He doesn’t get off until ten o’clock most days. He has called me and asked for a ride home several times in the last month or so because his old car wouldn’t start. If you tell me what day your mom wants to do it I’ll work it out with Kirk.”

“How about if you take me home after practice tonight if Coach Phillips will let you hang around and watch us? I don’t know if that’s allowed. I’ve never paid any attention but I can’t remember seeing anyone up in the bleachers. If it’s okay could you stick around until around nine? That would give us time for one quick lesson and we can see just how much work mom is going to need on her cocksucking skills.”

“Okay. I’ll work it out with my folks.”

Mark and Marsha finally got out of the car. Shelby locked it again and as we headed toward the school Shelby asked, “Are you sure no one has come to watch your practice sessions? A lot of people have been talking about you guys lately.”

“The only people I’ve ever seen watching from the bleachers were parents waiting to pick up their kids. But to be honest I’ve really never paid any attention.”

“I’d love to watch, if you don’t mind, if I won’t make you nervous”

I shrugged and said, “I’d love to have you there. I suppose you could come in, take a seat and see if you get kicked out. If nothing else you’ll get to miss out on some of the after school traffic.”

We walked toward the door we usually use to enter the building with his arm around me. We didn’t speak again until halfway to the building. Shelby said, “This is probably going to sound weird. I believe I mentioned it yesterday after school. But I want to say it with my clothes on. I want you to understand that this, the way I feel about you, it isn’t just about the sex. Paula, I know I’ve only just met you. But I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you. You’re all I can think about. When you aren’t right here with me I feel like something is missing.

“I swear it isn’t just because you’re the sexiest girl I’ve ever met. It’s much more than that. You’re perfect in every way. I’ve never felt this way about another girl. I want you to do something for me. This will probably sound silly. But like most guys I do dumb shit all the time. I think it has something to do with having testicles. If I do anything that bugs you I want you to tell me. I was awake most of the night last night, thinking about you, about how wonderful you are. I started trying to figure out why you’re so special. I tried comparing you to other girls I’ve dated. I couldn’t. There’s just no comparison. I’ve never met a girl like you before. I’m only seventeen and you’re only fifteen. But last night there were visions of white picket fences dancing in my head. I hope that isn’t scary. I can’t help it. I’ve never felt like this about a girl before.”

He stopped walking then and pulled me around to face him. He saw the tears streaming down my cheeks and wiped them away. Then, ignoring the immature remarks from the kids surrounding us we kissed like one of those couples in those scenes they show on the news all the time of people coming back from a war zone and seeing their spouses for the first time in a year or more. We kissed for the longest time and then we just held each other and I never wanted him to let me go.

Several wonderful minutes passed before I looked up and whispered, “I’m going to tell Mr. Dawson I can’t come to his shop anymore. I’ll never do anything ever again to hurt you.”

“NO!! I mean no. Don’t do that. This won’t make any sense but knowing how much fun you have there is a part of what makes you special. It’s a part of what makes you who you are. I love it that we met at a gangbang, a gangbang that you and Marsha were responsible for starting, not a bunch of horny guys egging you on. I’m sorry I can’t go to Dawson’s with you. I’d love to watch you in action there. You are far and away the most sexual creature I’ve ever met. There’s much more to you than that, of course. You’re smart and you’re sweet and loving. I love everything about you. But you’ve got a problem now. Because I’m never going to let you go now that I’ve found you. You can get all the restraining orders you want. I ain’t going anywhere.”

I chuckled and said, “When I get the chance I might shop for some restraints in the shop out front of Mr. Dawson’s studio. But I can’t imagine getting a restraining order. I’m as amazed as you are at how I feel about you after just two days, two wild, fantastic days. It scares me a little that I feel this way so soon after meeting you, especially at my age. I know, though, that I feel the same way you do. I’d like nothing more than to go home, pack up everything I own and move in under your bed.

“And as for watching me at Mr. Dawson’s, I imagine I could talk him into using a hunk like you in some of his movies. That might not be a good idea, though. I’m pretty sure that if some pervert saw you in a movie like that and recognized you your parents would lock you in your closet until you were too old to fuck.”

I could have spent the day standing there in Shelby’s arms. But the bell rang and kids started streaming inside. We kissed one more time and, with a great deal of difficulty, we separated and headed inside.

As we followed the mob inside, Marsha came up behind us and whispered, “That was disappointing. I thought you guys were going to do it right back there!”

I smiled and said, “I’m willing.”

Shelby and I finally separated to go to our lockers. I had to just about hold a gun to my head all morning in order to force myself to concentrate in class. My addled brain kept working itself back to thoughts of passion and Shelby. But that isn’t the only thing on my mind. One of the girls on my gym team showed me some clips on her laptop of one of the young women on the team going to the Olympics. She was amazing! She seemed to defy gravity. The things she did in those clips can’t even be compared to the things we’re able to do on our team. That girl must have spent years with real professional coaches working out for hours every damned day, not after school two days a week.

But later, as I was sitting through the boring lectures that make going to school so exciting, my mind replayed that girl’s routine and I started picking out parts of it I thought might be within my skill set. By the time I got out of my last class of the day and was heading for gym class I had worked out what I thought was a doable routine. Now I just have to convince Coach Phillips, both Coach Phillips actually.

Miss Phillips is actually Mrs. Phillips. When she started teaching her gym classes six years ago her husband worked with her as an unpaid volunteer. He still helps out from time to time, like when there’s a meet coming up and the pressure is on. He stopped coaching full time when he was hired to teach English after Mrs. Coleman retired. But I’m pretty sure he’ll be there for the next three weeks as we prepare for the big meet.

I hurried to the locker room and changed into my leotard. I was the first one out onto the gym floor. I got there just in time to see Shelby sitting all alone on the top row of the bleachers closest to the door. Mrs. Phillips is on her way across the gym, heading right for where Shelby is sitting. I rushed to catch up before she reached him. I moved up beside her and said, “That’s Shelby. He’s my boyfriend. He asked if he could come and watch me today. I didn’t know if that’s allowed or not.”

She stopped, looked at me, looked up at Shelby and said, “I guess it’s okay, as long as he behaves himself.”

I smiled and said, “I’ll ask him not to whistle at the girls but will an occasional catcall be okay?”

She chuckled and said, “Smart ass! Go get started on your warm-up exercises. We have a lot to do today.”

She started back toward the office but I said, “Coach, there’s something I need to talk to you about. Laura showed me some video this morning of one of the girls going to the Olympics doing one of her routines. Of course more than half of what she did is way out of my league. But I spent most of my time in class today building a routine which incorporates those parts of her routine I’ve mastered. If you’ll let me I’d like to try it out.”

As best I could I described what I had in mind. She listened carefully and said, “Sweetheart, if you were in a real gymnastics program with real professional coaches and a training regimen like those girls have I’m sure you’d be just as good as the best of them. You have a remarkable talent. It showed through at your very first class. I’m a bit concerned about that routine, though.”

Before I could form an argument she said, “Let me suggest this. Nick’s here. He’s going to be helping out until we return from the meet. Talk to him. Walk through it with him. See if you can time it out and if he thinks it’s safe we’ll try breaking it up and then slowly putting it back together. I wish we had more time, though.”

I thanked her and after she turned away I ran over and climbed up the bleachers to give Shelby a kiss and say hi. He asked if he should leave but I said, “Not until you start to fall asleep.”

He laughed and said, “That ain’t likely! Not while you’re running around in that little get up. Damn you look hot!”

I smiled and said, “So do you. But now that I think about it, maybe we should see if we can get one of these in your size. I bet you’d really look hot in a leotard.”

I headed back down the bleachers and noticed half a dozen girls standing around staring at Shelby and me in shock. I damn near tripped and went flying when I saw everyone staring at us. That would have been a huge setback to my gymnastic career!

I hurried across the large gym to the office. I entered just as Mrs. Phillips was explaining what I had in mind to her husband. They talked about it for a few minutes before she went out to get everyone started on their warm-ups. Mr. Phillips offered me a seat and had me go into detail on the routine I’m proposing. It’s a much more intricate routine than any routine any of us here have attempted before. But I emphasized to Mr. Phillips that it incorporates nothing I haven’t already more or less mastered ... well, except for the final move. But I’m just about positive I can do everything I’ve planned out.

We sat down and sketched it out. He thought about it for a moment. He looks skeptical but finally he said, “I wish we had more time. But I’ve watched you over the years and I’ve been very impressed. If any girl on the team can do these moves it’s you. Let’s try this. Go out and get warmed up. I’ll see what’s going on with the other girls and when I can get away we’ll try this out a piece at a time and then start putting it together. If it turns out you can do this without breaking your fool neck we’ll have to work our butts off to get you enough practice before we leave for the meet.”

I gave him a big hug and ran out to get warmed up. By the time we got out there the other girls were already spread out around the gym working on their floor routines or working on the balance beam and uneven parallel bars. I finished warming up and started working on the beginning parts of the routine I’ve been working out in my head all day. The opening moves are relatively simple and I’ve done them hundreds of times. There are a couple of variations of things I already do in my routine but the variations are a bit more polished than what I’ve been doing. But I won’t be able to attempt the final move without Mr. Phillips spotting for me.

His wife kept him pretty busy with the other girls so by the time he could work with me I had practiced stringing together everything but my finale. Mr. Phillips finally came over and watched me run through everything but that last move. He was happy with what I did but said, “Okay, you’ve got that down. Are you confident you can pull off that last move? Because if you aren’t confident you’ll probably kill yourself.”

I smiled and said, “How about we see if I can impress you.”

He looks very nervous. But strangely I do feel confident. He started to take his position but then turned back and said, “It’s a triple. We should both have our heads examined for even trying this. I know you’re good enough. But I don’t know that I am. My wife has been bragging about you for years. We have no doubt that with better coaching you could be on your way to the Olympics. But unfortunately, we’re what you have to work with. Please don’t break your neck, okay?”

I grinned confidently and said, “I’ve done this in my head a hundred times today. And for your information I’ve always been very happy with my two coaches. I think you guys are great. We all do. Let’s do this.”

“Okay. Just that last section. If you survive a couple of those we’ll try putting it all together. But first I want to see you do a couple of doubles. If you make them look easy we’ll go for the triple.”

I backed up and took a moment to psych myself up. I focused to the point that the rest of the gym and the people in it disappeared. When I was ready I nodded to let Mr. Phillips know I’m coming and took off like I was shot out of a cannon. I’ve been doing doubles for about a year now. I’m one of the few girls on the team who can do them so I’m pretty proud of myself. I’ve also gotten to be pretty confident. It isn’t like they’re easy but it’s like everything else. Once you’ve done it and realize you can it just seems easy. I did an effortless double. I turned, bowed to Mr. Phillips and said, “Okay?”