Chapter 7: Tuesday at School

Tuesday seemed to be a little bit more back to normal for me. At least it started out that way. I got up, showered, shaved, etc. -- the normal routine. I was still in a bit of pain from the ribs and the stab wound still hurt as well. Overall, I was much better than a week before, but no where near 100 percent. Let's just say that I wasn't ready to go back to the gym with Larry to workout quite yet.

Everything was pretty normal for the first few classes except for the fact that more people than usual were still coming up to me and talking about the incident. About half way through the morning I had a study hall instead of a normal class. I actually needed to go to the library to do some research for a paper for English class. I have always hated writing term papers, but I did want to go to college, so I figured I should make the effort to write a decent paper and maybe even improve my writing skills while I was at it.

The library was fairly quiet as usual and I was headed to the back of the room into a quiet corner in the stacks area. I was just getting settled with some reference materials at one of the tables when Natalie Davis came strolling back in my direction.

Let me tell you about Natalie Davis. Natalie was a senior and she was so hot! Natalie had dated several football players over the years and I thought she was dating one at that time as well. She was about five feet six inches tall with wavy blond hair down to the middle of her back, a cute button nose, piercing ice blue eyes and body that didn't quit. I had never seen a girl that could carry herself the way Natalie did. She somehow seemed to casually push out her chest and ass at the same time without looking like she was doing it. She had long, lean legs that were smooth as silk and liked to show them off by wearing short skirts. Basically she exuded an aura of "sexpot" wherever she was.

Every guy in the school was pining after Natalie and from what I had heard, several of them had scored with her. She actually had a reputation of being a slut, but I took school rumors with a grain of salt. Who knew what was true and what people are making up? What I did know was that I got a hard-on every time she walked by. I think every guy did. Like I said before, she put out this feeling that she was just sexy.

I saw her coming in my general direction and figured that she would either grab a seat at one of the many other open tables, or she would grab a book and leave. As she approached the area I was sitting in, she stopped and looked around, then confidently headed to my table. I got a lump in my throat just thinking about talking to her and a lump in pants just thinking about banging her. It was totally unexpected that she would even talk to me. She dated the school elite and she always dated older guys.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked, pointing to a chair across from me at my table.

Gulp. "Not at all," I replied.

"Thanks," she said. "I'm Natalie." She stuck out her hand as she introduced herself. I noticed that even her hands were sexy, somehow. I can't explain it, but they were. She had slim hands with long, delicate fingers and longish red-painted fingernails.

"I knew that," I laughed. "It is nice to meet you, Natalie. I'm Jeff."

"I know who you are, too," she giggled. "You looked awfully lonely back here by yourself, so I thought I would keep you company."

"Sounds great," I replied. "Are you working on a term paper?"

"Something like that," she said with a little laugh. What was that supposed to mean? Oh well, I better try to get some work done.

We both spread out our things and I started to sort through my reference materials when I heard a little click and looked up to see her pen bounce off the table top, into her lap and then disappear beneath the table.

"Oh poo!" she exclaimed, "my pen bounced all the way under the table." She was leaning over looking under the table and I was getting an eyeful of the most beautiful tits I had ever seen. They were fairly large and very firm looking. As she bent over to look under the table her cardigan sweater fell away from her chest and I was facing the top half of her creamy pale-skinned beauties. I could see that they were encased in a very lacy black bra. My dick had never been harder than it was at that moment.

She was reaching down, fumbling around, trying in vain to get her pen without getting off her seat for probably thirty very-fulfilling seconds before she sat up and looked at me.

Busted. She had to have known that I was looking down her sweater. How could I not? Her face actually looked a little flush from bending over trying to get her pen and she had a sexy smile on her face. She did this cute little head tilt and asked me, "Could you get my pen for me? It bounced over to your side of the table. I can't reach it."

"No problem," I said, "I'll get it for you." I actually shouldn't have been crawling around on the floor with my ribs feeling the way they did, but how could I refuse Natalie this little thing?

I pushed my chair back and dropped down to my knees and looked under the table for her pen. I spotted it about halfway between her side of the table and mine. If anything, it was a little closer to her, but what was I going to say? I scooted forward and crawled toward the pen.

"Do you see it?" Natalie asked as I was crawling forward. The sound of her voice made me look up and suddenly I was practically face to face with the sexiest bare pussy I had ever seen, movies, magazines or otherwise. Somehow Natalie's already short skirt was bunched up under her ass and her legs were spread pretty far apart; she wasn't wearing panties! I almost hit my head under the table when I realized that that I was getting this amazing show. Her pussy was beautiful. Her pale skin was covered in a very thin, light blond downy bush and the lips of her pussy were swollen and looked a bit flush. I could see a drop or two of moisture glistening just inside her pussy and could smell her arousal. I was so tempted to bury my face in it I could barely contain myself. I was always interested in eating pussy and I would have loved to get a taste of Natalie's right there and then, but it wasn't going to happen.

"Did you get it?" she asked.

"Yeah I've got it," I replied. Big time. If I thought my dick was hard from getting a cleavage shot, that was nothing; it was hard enough to hammer nails with now. I took one last lingering glance at that beautiful sight and started backing out from under the table. When I got back in my seat I could barely think. All of the blood had gone from my head down to my other head.

I handed her the pen. "Here you go."

"Thanks for getting it for me," she replied.

Thank you. I thought. "Any time," I told her.

"I might take you up on that. I've got to go," she said with a sexy, mischievous look on her face. She took a quick look around and seeing that the coast was clear, she stood up, gathered her books and turned to leave.

"I'll see you around, Jeff. Maybe even tomorrow if you're here again," she said over her shoulder as she left the library.

I couldn't believe what had just happened. Natalie must have been horny as hell to pull a stunt like that. I was so wound up that I considered going to the bathroom and jerking off just to relieve the pressure down below, but before I could decide what to do the bell rang and it was time to get to my next class. I had to put my books in front of me when I walked out of the library because anyone who looked would easily see my hard-on pressed against the leg of my jeans.

My next class was Multimedia 1. That was the class that I had with Leslie. I made my way through the halls and just did make it to the computer lab in time for the start of class. As I walked in, I saw Leslie waving to me and pointing to a computer that was unoccupied right next to hers.

She called out, "Jeff, I saved you a seat."

"Thanks," I replied as I sat down next to her and dropped my books on the table next to the computer monitor.

"Are you okay?" She asked with concern. "You look a bit flush."

"I'm okay. I just had to run a bit through the halls to get here on time," I lied.

"Okay, just making sure you are okay," she said with a smile.

I took a quick look at her while we were talking and I noticed that she look really good that day. Her wavy dark brown hair was pulled back over one shoulder and she had makeup lightly applied to her face. She was wearing some tight jeans that really showed off her legs and a sweater that hugged her curves enough to look enticing, but not so tight that it was obscene. Everything about her was tasteful, but she looked sexier than usual. It might have just been that I was so wound up from Natalie, but I didn't think so. If she saw me looking, she gave no sign of it.

Mr. Burrows started in to the day's lessons and then after a quick demo he set us loose to start playing with the software and trying to learn the features he had just gone over. Leslie and I talked while we were working and I didn't feel like I was that far behind in the class. I needed to take a bathroom break, though, so I raised my hand and asked Mr. Burrows if I could go. He told me to go ahead, so I went to get up and go.