Chapter 7

Her knuckles were white on the steering wheel as she drove home. She never broke the speed limit or made any corners on two wheels; it was a remarkable display of control. I could tell she was mad though, by the set of her jaw and the grim look on her face.

I had her stop at my place to pick up some clothes, and she said to bring an armload; there wasn't any point in driving over for a blouse. It took about fifteen minutes to load the car, and by that time Mom had pulled into the driveway from work.

"Here," she said, throwing me a small package.

"What's this?" I asked.

"It's a sports bra for your gym class," she said. "Nice and snug so your boobies don't jiggle!"

"How did you know about that?" I asked.

"Your teacher called me this afternoon as I was about to leave work. Your teacher sounds like a real bitch," she said.

"She is," I replied.

"Well, I don't want to see you in trouble, so there you go," she said.

"Thanks Mom."

"You're welcome, honey."

We unloaded the clothes at Nollie's house and were told supper would be ready at six. Whatever Emily was cooking smelled good, and we went to change. Nollie made some space in her closet, and I put my clothes away.

Nollie got naked quickly and sat in her chair in front of the window. Her legs were stretched out, and she was slouched in the seat. I sat in her lap and gave her a kiss, and felt her arms go around me.

I smoothed her hair back behind her ears and said, "Don't worry. I can handle that jerk!"

"It's not that, Sarah," she replied. "I lost it today. I usually don't lose my temper that fast."

"It'll be ok, I promise," I said.

"Maybe so," she said, "but you were involved. I saw him standing next to you and I got frantic."

"He doesn't mean anything to me anymore," I said, "and he's going to have to accept the fact that I'm with you."

She pushed me away far enough to look straight in my eyes and said, "If he hurts you, I swear to God I'll kill him."

The look in her eyes was enough to convince me she meant what she said. I leaned down and kissed her once more, and felt her slowly relax. A short while later, it was time for supper.

We watched a little TV that evening with Emily, and around nine o'clock in the evening we headed for our room. Nollie re-arranged two drawers in her dresser for my panties and things, then started brushing her hair. I leafed through the book I'd gotten at the retreat, and found an interesting passage.

I said, "Nollie, listen to this: it says here that the woman on the bottom of a sixty-nine has more freedom of movement and access to her partner than the one on top. What do you think?"

She gave me a sexy smile and said, "I know a better way; let me finish up here and I'll show you."

I grinned and lay back on the bed. Ever since we'd started having regular sex, I'd discovered that it had a calming effect on me. I slept better afterwards, too.

While she used the bathroom, I turned off the ceiling light and lit a stick of incense, and made sure the pillows were out of the way.

After she came out of the bathroom, she said, "Lie on your left side." I wiggled around and stretched out, and she said, "Bring your knees up, half way to your chest, and lift your head."

She crawled onto the bed and fit her body next to mine, and pushed my head down on the inside of her left leg.

She spread my legs and used the inside of my leg for a pillow, and said, "There. How's that?"

I could smell and see her up close, and I said, "Wonderful!"

After a few minor adjustments of our legs and torsos, she said, "Let's see how long we can make this last."

I loved it when Nollie played with my ass. I don't mean putting her fingers inside or anything, just squeezing my cheeks or running her fingers through the crack. She did that, and I lifted my leg a bit to give her more room. Her mouth found my labia, and her arm wrapped around my right leg and pulled it under her arm.

She patted my butt and said, "Relax."

I could feel her breath on my clit as her lips worked my opening, and I buried my face in Frankie. I knew I was wet; just thinking about sex got me that way. After several minutes of slow relaxed tonguing, I got to taste the beginning of her milky essence, and we began in earnest.

I put her leg under my arm, and began playing with her butt as I licked her. I tried to mimic her motions, and she soon caught on that whatever she did to my button or my labia, I would repeat. She giggled a couple of times, but a few minutes later we got serious.

I liked the relaxed position we were using, as well as the heat of her leg on the side of my face. However, sucking a clitoris upside down is not very easy. Your upper lip is at the bottom and your tongue is at the top, making it very difficult to get the hood out of the way. Also, your nose tends to get trapped in the bottom folds of her pussy, and the hair from the outer lips gets in your eyes a lot. I let my chin take care of her clit, and concentrated on her labia.

The orgasm was very different as well; I felt like I was melting into the sheets. She had a couple of mini-orgasms and one great big one at the end, complete with whole-body shakes. I didn't dribble a lot that time, but I heard a noise like a soda-straw makes at the bottom of a glass as she sucked me dry. That broke the mood, and I started giggling.

We untangled our bodies and went to pee and brush our teeth. Sharing a bathroom with someone during a personal act had never been my favorite thing, but with her it was different. She wasn't invading my space, she was sharing it. I would never have done it with anyone else, but knowing she trusted me enough to have me there was... well, loving in a way.

When we made it back to bed I hugged her and asked, "Feel better?"

She smiled and closed her eyes and said, "You bet I do. I love you."

"Mmmmmm," I replied, "I love you too."

Emily cooked us breakfast the next morning and ate with us. We had ham steaks with home-fries, along with plenty of toast and coffee.

When I mentioned that there was a lot of food, Emily smiled and answered, "I can't have my girls fainting on the soccer field, now can I?"

As we drove to school, I wondered just how much she knew of the goings-on behind those brick walls.

We had to park on the street again and Nollie said, "Uh-oh," as she saw Shelly waiting for us outside.

Once she spotted us walking toward her, Shelly ran to us and said," I'm sorry about yesterday. I want to talk with you guys during lunch. Can we meet somewhere?"

We talked for a minute and decided the trees out front would be a good place, and Shelly called, "See you then!" and ran for class.

We went into the building, opened our lockers and got ready for another day.

I was just about to close my locker when a deep voice said, "Excuse me. I'm new here. Could you help me out?"

I turned and saw the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen in my life. He was very big; at least 6 feet 2 inches tall, and he must have weighed 220 pounds. Blue eyes and sandy blond hair topped a handsome face with a ruddy complexion. He wore a white shirt - with a tie, no less! - and black slacks, with a beautiful black leather coat. He wore brilliantly shined shoes, and was faintly smiling at me.

My nipples chose that moment to misbehave, and Kitty got into the act as well - she started purring.

I took a deep breath and said, "Sure. What do you need?"

"I have somebody named Mr. Wallace for homeroom. Can you tell me where he is?"

"Upstairs and to your left," I replied, "He's in room 250."

"Thanks, I appreciate it," he replied. "I'm Eddie Bayliss, by the way. 'Little Eddie' to my friends."

His smile was a thousand-watter, and I basked in its glow. "I'm Sarah Caldwell," I blushed.

"Nice to meet you. I'd better get where I belong before the bell rings," he said.

I nodded and watched him run up the staircase.

All through English and Government, I wondered about him and where he'd come from. He was certainly not a boy; I'd smelled aftershave this morning, and his clothes weren't Sears off-the-rack specials. Everything about him from his voice to his manners said money.

In Chemistry, I was telling Nollie about him when he entered the classroom.

He said, "Mrs. Baines? I'm Eddie Bayliss. I'm sorry I'm late. I couldn't find the right room."

She said it didn't matter and welcomed him to the class, and seated him at an under-populated lab table on the far side of the room. Everyone looked him over as he removed his coat and hung it on his chair. He smiled nervously, and the class resumed.

Under her breath, Nollie muttered, "I saw him in homeroom this morning. I'll bet you five dollars he works his way through the cheerleading squad like a hot knife through butter."

I giggled quietly at the comment, then said, "I don't think so."

We decided we weren't very hungry at lunch, so we grabbed an apple apiece and went outside to wait for Shelly. She ran up ten minutes later, out of breath as usual.

"Hi guys!" she chirped, "Let's find a place to sit."

One of the trees had a bench surrounding the trunk, and it was far enough away from the sidewalk that we wouldn't be overheard. We got comfortable on the bench with her between us. She opened a bag lunch and we munched apples for five minutes, then she spoke.

"I'm really sorry about yesterday in the locker room. Will you forgive me?"

"Forgive you for what?" Nollie asked. "I don't understand."

"My reaction to your... partnership, I guess," she said.

"We are partners, that's true," Nollie said. "But why did you run away? We don't bite," she laughed.

Shelly crumpled her lunch bag in her hand and fiddled with her purse for the longest time, then blurted, "I'm envious, and maybe a little jealous too!"

"But why?" I asked.

She got very red in the face and said, "Do you remember seventh grade?"

I remembered that seventh grade was when we had hung out a lot and done a sleepover or three, and I nodded.

"I had a crush on you that wouldn't quit," she said. "And when I figured out you and Nora were... were dating, I reacted badly."

The tears were starting, and she was slumped against the tree.

"Honest to God, Shelly! I didn't know!" I cried. "I'm really sorry!"

"It's all right," she said. "Doesn't make any difference now, anyway."

Nollie moved a little closer to her and asked, "Can I hug you?"

She started sobbing louder and raised her arms, and Nollie enveloped her. I could hear her muffled crying, and I felt very sad. For her as well as for me. She'd always been a pixie, moving rapidly in anything she did. She had the sweetest personality; always slow to show anger and quick to forgive. I vaguely remembered a few moments of intimacy during one of our sleepovers; a quick kiss during a "Truth or Dare" game, or some such nonsense. I couldn't believe I'd been that uncaring or blind. I tried rationalizing that by telling myself I'd been in seventh grade, but it didn't work.

By the time I'd quit thinking about my failures, she had stopped crying and was blowing her nose. Nollie took her hands and started talking to her quietly. I heard a few words, and the gist of it was reassurance and acceptance.

The first bell rang, and we stood up. Shelly stood on tiptoe and kissed my cheek, then Nollie's, and with a quick wave she ran toward the school.

Nollie jammed her hands into the pockets of her jeans and said, "Quite the girl."

"Yeah," I sighed. "I honestly didn't know she felt that way about me back then. I don't know what I would've done had I known, but still... I feel so sorry for her."

"I would say that her feelings still exist," Nollie said.

"I'm not going to do anything about them now," I said.

"I know; you can't and you won't, but that girl needs friends," Nollie replied. "She feels desolate and alone, and I think she's desperate. I'll talk to her during Gym; maybe we can work something out."

"I love you, Nollie," I said. "You're very compassionate and loving."

"Just part of the total package, Sarah. I love you too," she smiled.

Before class in Chemistry, Little Eddie walked over to us and said, "I missed you at lunch. Did I go to the wrong building?"

I laughed and replied, "No, I had something to do. Eddie, this is Nollie. Nollie, Eddie."

They shook hands and he said, "I know you. I saw you in homeroom this morning."

"I saw you too," she laughed, and I could tell she liked him.

We began the study of the "Table of Elements." I wondered what possible use knowing Au or Na would be to my future employment.