Chapter 12: Friday

On Friday school was pretty normal. There were no incidents with Natalie in the library and that actually enabled me to concentrate better during classes.

During my multimedia class Leslie and I firmed up our plans for the night. She was going to come to my house at about 6:00 and then we would head over to the game in my car. We wanted to be sure that we had time to get there and not have to park out in the remote lot that we had had trouble in before. I doubted that there would be any trouble in the parking lots anyway. I heard that they school had beefed up security after that incident, so I wasn't really concerned.

I did drop by the nurse's office to see Jenny during the afternoon, but she was out of the office at that time and I didn't get a chance to go back later in the day. Ever since I told her about giving my "friend" a good pussy eating during school, she had become so horny thinking about getting some action herself. I would have to follow up with her the following week and see if she talked her boyfriend, Bobby, into giving her the loving she needed. I was on a mission to get her satisfied by her boyfriend.

I was ready for the weekend to get started. I had the football game that night with Leslie and my friends, then a party Saturday night that sounded like it was going to be a lot of fun. Basically I wanted to get the hell out of school for the weekend in the worst way.

When the final bell rang I was thrilled. I jumped on the bus and headed home. I had some time to kill so I watched some TV and listened to the stereo in my room a bit. My mom and sister went out to the mall before dinner and my dad wasn't home from work yet, so I decided that it would be a good time to do some guitar practice while the house was quiet. I figured I had at least two hours before Leslie was going to show up, so I might actually get some quality time in on my instrument.

When I practice I usually started out with some warm up exercises and then move on to whatever my teacher and I were going over at my next lesson. The previous day my playing was horrible and I couldn't seem to get anything right. Friday was the complete opposite. I could tell right away doing my exercises. Everything was just flowing perfectly off my fingers. My notes were all clean and clear, the movements felt effortless, and I could play all of the stuff that I was working on at a pace that would usually cause everything to become sloppy. That day was what I always strived for with my guitar. When you play that well, you feel great about yourself, your playing, and it motivates you and keeps you pushing forward with the instrument in the days and weeks to come.

Since I was playing so well I just started playing all of the songs that I knew. It was nice to hear myself play the songs and have them come out so well. I figured I had to get as much in as I could while I was playing like that.

After I ran through my repertoire of songs, I decided to get to work on the song that I was still working on, "Classical Gas". After a few slow versions of the song I decided that this was the day that I could play this song and make it sound good at full speed.

I started out with confidence and it just came out of me. I reached a place within myself while I was playing that song that is hard to get to. I had found that place where I could concentrate on the technical aspects of playing the instrument and at the same time I could let myself go and put all of my emotion into the song. After just a few bars of music, I had closed my eyes while I was playing. In my mind I was replaying the night that I found those guys attacking Leslie in the parking lot. The whole scene was replayed in my mind over and over. All of my anger, fear, pain, and uncertainty from that night were channeled out of me and into the guitar.

I was on fire. The song just flew off my fingers. I know that it was the best that I could have played that song at the time. There was no doubt about it. It was not just smooth technically, it was emotional. That is hard to do, especially when you are just an intermediate-level player.

I was really wrapped up in the song and my memories, so I didn't feel anything going on around me. I was completely oblivious to anything but the song and the guitar.

When I finished the last note of the song it started to fade away and there were suddenly extremely loud screams coming from my doorway. I opened my eyes and turned to find my mother, my sister, and Leslie all screaming and clapping. I was so startled that I actually forgot to be embarrassed.

They all crowded in around me and started talking at the same time.

"That was beautiful, Jeffrey!" my mom said.

"I don't believe it!" my sister, Cara, exclaimed.

"That was amazing!" Leslie put in. They were all smiling widely and looked as happy as I could remember any of them looking. That was a good feeling.

"Ah, thanks," I said. "I don't know where that came from."

"That was the best I have ever heard you play," my mom said.

"Me, too," Cara added.

"Wait a minute," Leslie said. "You told me that you weren't very good. You're a liar."

"No I'm not. That was nothing like I usually play. Trust me. That was so much better than I have ever come close to playing before. It wasn't even comparable to my usual skill level. I really don't know what happened. I was just in an amazing groove."

"Well it was truly amazing," Leslie said with a smile that was a bit shy.

"Thanks," I said with an embarrassed blush. I looked over at the clock. I would never have been able to let myself go while playing like that if I knew there was anyone around, especially if they were watching me play. "Hey, you're like an hour early."

"Yeah, I got done with my errands early and decided to see if you wanted to go get some dinner with me before we go to the game."

I could see my mom and sister behind her as she said that. My sister had a "told you so" look on her face and she was nodding her head up and down. My mom was just smiling with that look she gets when she knows something. It is an unnerving look because it usually means that she's up to something or knows that someone else is up to something. I wasn't even going to try to figure her out.

"Ah, yeah, sure," I said, "we can do that." I really didn't mind spending more time with Leslie, but I wanted to wipe that smirk off my sister's face.

"Great!" Leslie replied. "Will you play something else for me before we go?"

"I guess so. I won't be able to play like that again, though. I'll be nervous because I know you are here."

"That's okay. I'm sure it will sound great."

"I'm going downstairs. Great job, Jeffrey. I'm very proud of you," my mom said, and she turned and headed out the door of my room.

"I'm going back to my room now. Nice to see you again, Leslie," Cara said.

"Yeah, nice to see you again too, Cara," Leslie replied. Cara turned and headed out the door also. She did turn and give me an infuriating little wink before she disappeared from sight, though.

"So, what are you going to play?"

"How about a blues piece?" I thought that a blues piece would be good because the ones that I knew weren't overly difficult, but sounded pretty good.

"That sounds good."

"Okay," I replied and launched right in a song. I figured that if I just played and didn't spend too much time worrying about getting nervous I would play better. I was sort of right. I did make a few mistakes and I played a bit stiffer because I knew Leslie was watching, but overall it went pretty well. Let's just say that I didn't embarrass myself.

When I finished Leslie clapped for me and told me that she loved it. She seemed very happy that I had played for her. I don't know what it was about her, but I just loved to make her smile.

"Can I stop now?" I joked while putting my guitar away.

"Okay, but you have to play for me again some time."

"Hmm. We'll see about that."

"Oh, you'll play for me."

"You seem pretty sure of yourself all of a sudden."

"I have two wishes coming to me, remember? I could use one to have a private concert performed for me."

"I'm sure you could think of something better to ask for with your wishes."

"Maybe. What did you have in mind?"

"Oh no. They aren't my wishes. You have to decide what you want with no help from me. Just because I can think of a few things doesn't mean that I will divulge them."

"I think I could get you to tell me."

"Oh yeah?" I laughed, "How's that?"

"Like this!" she said and she pounced on me and knocked me onto the bed. She caught me by complete surprise, so I wasn't at all ready to respond. She just started tickling me as fast as she could. I was laughing hysterically and trying to fend off her hands, but they seemed to be everywhere at once. She just didn't want to let up.

Finally I got some leverage and flipped her over so that I was on top. I grabbed her hands and then gathered them together so that I could grab them both with one of mine, freeing up my other one.

"Wait. No fair! Oh no! You can't!" she cried out.

"Oh yes! I can!" I replied with an evil leer. I held both of her hands above her head with my left hand and went straight for her belly with my right. I started tickling her as fast as I could. I worked up one side of her body from her belly to her armpit and back down again. I did this a few times and found her ticklish spots. Once I knew where she was vulnerable I just attacked those areas.

She was laughing and squirming all over the place trying in vain to escape me. She eventually started begging me to stop, but I just kept going.

"You started this, little girl. Now you are mine for the taking."

"Please. Stop... I'm... going... to... pee... in... my... pants!"

"Really? That should be fun to see," I joked.

"Please!"

"Say you're sorry."

"Okay, I'm... sorry... I'm... sorry."

"You should be."

I stopped tickling her because I thought she really was going to pee in her pants if I didn't. It took her a few seconds to start to calm down and during that time I realized that I was laying on top of her and that my hand had worked its way under her shirt. Her entire belly was now exposed and when I pulled back a little I could see the bottom of her bra. It wasn't until that moment that I realized how soft and smooth her belly was. It felt great to touch it. I reluctantly started to pull my hand out from under her shirt and as I did I dragged my palm down her stomach.

It felt really nice to touch her. The sight of her belly and the satiny feel of her skin started to turn me on. The situation was getting sticky because I started to get a hard-on and it was pressed against her thigh. She obviously felt it because I heard a quick intake of breath when I hardened and we both stifled small moans of pleasure. Our faces were fairly close together and when I looked up into her eyes I saw need there. She was as turned on as I was. I was about to decide if I should kiss her or not when I heard a throat clear behind us.

I quickly jumped up off her and turned around to see my dad standing there in the doorway.

"What is going on up here?" he asked.

"Ah, nothing, Dad. We, ah, were just joking around and it got a bit out of hand."

"Yeah," he replied sarcastically, "I bet."

Leslie and I both turned neon red at that point and I could tell that he was happy to make us both squirm a bit.

"Nice to see you, Leslie," he said and turned to leave.

Leslie took a minute to compose herself and straighten her clothes out.

"I'm so embarrassed!" Leslie half whispered.

"Me too, but don't worry about it. My dad was just trying to embarrass us. He's not mad."

"Okay. If you say so. My dad would be mad I think."

"Well you are daddy's little girl and all of that stuff."

"Yeah. That's true."

"Anyway, you deserved everything you got after starting that."

"I did get you pretty good before you used your size and strength against me."

"Yeah, you did all right. You won't catch me off guard again, though."

"That won't stop me from trying," she replied with a glint in her eye. The cutest part is that she was still being shy when she said that and at the same time she was able to be sexy about it.

I knew that nothing was going to happen at my house, so I thought we should move on to the night's festivities.

"Do you want to go get something for dinner now?"

"Sure. What do you want?"

"How about pizza?"

"That sounds good."

We ended up taking my mom's car and going to Enzio's, which was a small pizza place on the way to the high school.

We sat at a booth and talked while we waited for our pizza and just kept talking until we were finished. I don't even remember most of what we talked about, but I know that I was having a great time just hanging out with her. I do remember asking her how she ended up in my doorway when I was playing the guitar earlier that evening.

She told me that she pulled up to my house right at the same time as my mom and sister and they just brought her up to my room. They all heard me playing and just stood there in the doorway quietly so that they could hear the whole song. Apparently they showed up almost at the beginning of the song and just watched me play the whole time.

"Do you know what the best part of watching you play that song was?" she asked.

"That it sounded good?"

"No," she laughed. "It was great, but that wasn't the best part of watching you play it. The best part was watching you. While you were playing the song you just looked free. I don't know how to describe it, but for the length of that song you... I don't know... let it all go? That's the best I can describe it. It was like you had nothing to hide and you just put everything you had into it. There was no need to hide your feelings or emotions or anything. You just expressed yourself with no worries about what anyone would think, because you didn't think that anyone was there to judge you."

Now I was embarrassed. I must have turned a bit red because she reached across and took my hands in hers and looked me in the eyes.

"No," she said. "Don't be embarrassed. I got to see the real you and it was beautiful. I wouldn't trade that for anything."

How do you respond to that? I don't think she could have said anything else that would have meant more to me. She just saw everything about me, good, bad, and indifferent and she thought it was beautiful. Wow.

"Thanks," I said sincerely. "That means a lot to me."

Luckily before things got any more serious with our conversation our pizza arrived and the mood shifted to a tone that was more on the light-hearted side.

As I said before, we just talked through dinner and I had a great time. When we were finished we grabbed our coats and headed out.

We parked very close to the entrance of the stadium and walked in pretty quickly. It was a brisk autumn evening and with the sun already set it was getting colder quickly. We went to the section of the stands that my friends always sat in and reserved some spots for our friends when they showed up. We huddled together with our legs touching to fend off the cold. The metal bleachers didn't help us stay warm, but we found that if you didn't get up too often your spot on the bleachers would warm up and stay warm. If you got up it would get cold again very quickly.

Shortly after we got settled in out seats, our friends started showing up in groups. Tom and Larry came together along with Steve and another friend, Jack. Leslie's friends came just after the guys. Her best friend, Mary, came with some other girls named Bonnie and Heather. We introduced everyone as they showed up and tried to get people to mix with different people than they would usually sit with. What I really wanted to do was try to get the guys to loosen up a bit and mingle with the girls.

I conveniently got Mary to sit next to Tom. He had mentioned earlier that he thought she was cute. I though that this would be a great time to force them to get better acquainted.

"Don't you guys look all cozy!" Tom teased Leslie and me.

"Yep, and it's much warmer this way," I replied.

"Yeah, you should try it," Leslie said. She must have been thinking the same thing that I was about getting Tom and Mary together because we had never talked about that possibility before.

Tom and Mary tried to act like they weren't going to cuddle up, but I noticed them inch towards each other slowly until they were eventually leg to leg. I pointed this out to Leslie and she gave me a little conspiratorial wink. I would have to remember to find out later if Mary had said anything about Tom before the game to Leslie.

We did our usual clowning around and the girls didn't seem to be annoyed by it. We got pretty goofy sometimes and I had questioned if they would think we were just weirdoes or something. Apparently they thought it was fun because they even got in on some of the teasing and joking around that we were doing.

Near the end of the first quarter I had to make a run to the bathroom. I got up and walked to the other end of the stands where the bathrooms were located. They were actually next to the concession stands, so there was a crowd in that part of the stadium.

I was working my way through the crowd and I eventually made it to where the line for the bathroom was. It was about 20 guys long and the bathroom was a small one. It only had three toilets, so I was going to be stuck in line for a long time. After a minute or two, I decided that if I didn't freeze to death in the line I would piss myself before I got to the toilet.