Chapter 8

It was Friday! I had to wonder if Miss Tiff was looking forward to after school as much as I was.

This morning I had two in my bed again, and they were both holding on to my privates. Beth had her hand on my erection, and Holly was gripping my balls, luckily not very hard. I had a difficult time disengaging though, since she tended to want to hang on tighter if I tried to get her to let go.

I finally whispered in her ear to wake her gently, and she was embarrassed when she realized where her hand was. I usually try to get their hands off me before waking them, so they don't know, I think. Although there was their placement of my member between their legs of a few weeks ago.

I reassured her that I wasn't mad, and was just nervous that she would hurt me if I had tried to get her to let go without waking her up first. I sent her off to her room, slipped out of bed leaving Beth asleep and went in to brush my teeth and hair.

I made sure my hair was brushed, a useless affectation, since my straight black hair always fell precisely into place with just a shake of my head. I mainly used the time I spent brushing my hair in the mornings as an excuse to look at myself in the mirror, if I am going to be admitting to it.

I wasn't looking at myself critically, although it seems I often refer to myself as stocky and hint that I don't find myself attractive, but it isn't like that, I am just accepting what is, who I am. I look at myself uncritically, and with acceptance, seeing what I look like without judgment or self delusion. I am comfortable in my skin.

I dressed up nice, but not too nice, and remembered to ride my bike so I could get home after my date. Whoo hoo! My first real date, maybe date. I could only hope Miss Tiff considered me somewhat more than a friend, but then again, I was supposed to not want. Screw that, I wanted.

I would just have to be careful to not make anything happen, and allow Miss Tiff to have whatever feelings she wanted toward me naturally.

That didn't mean I couldn't woo or flirt or charm, I just had to do it all on my own, and not involve the Universe. Still, I didn't want to scare her off, I was willing to take it slow, despite my growing infatuation.

The early morning half light changed to a rosy sunrise as I rode to school, and the sounds of the waking world built gradually and harmoniously into a crescendo like an orchestra stirred to awakening by the conductors baton.

I am grateful for having PhysEd for the first class of the day, it gives me extra time to focus in and mesh with the group mindset. School isn't about the individual, and it takes effort for me to just be another student in the mass.

If I was myself, and demanded to be an individual, and be treated individually, it would bog down the system, and I would stand out like a lily in a rose festival.

Miss Berrigan was not as subtle as she thought she was as she had us do toe touches and walked behind us checking out our asses. Thank goodness for loose shorts, and jock straps. Why was she tormenting us all, including herself? She wasn't even focused on one of us, she wanted us all.

I hoped she would be able to control herself, it would not do her career or her freedom from prison any good if she got involved in a gang bang with the entire first period Sophomore PhysEd class. There was no way word wouldn't leak out. If she didn't cool it next week, I was going to have to take matters into my own hands, and throw myself on the live grenade that she metaphorically was.

If I had to, I would scratch her itch with discretion, and I knew I could keep it to myself. If that wasn't enough to fulfill her self-destructive desires, she would just have to make her own choices and suffer her own consequences, but I would be able to know I had tried.

It would help that I wasn't already part of her collection so to speak, and she hadn't seen me showering along with the rest of the boys. The mystery and unavailability I represented would make me more attractive to her, and enable me to perhaps seduce her in a private and safe tryst.

I decided that if she hadn't settled down by Monday, that I would have to take care of it if I could derail or short-circuit her out-of-control fantasies safely.

By safely, I meant that I didn't want her to fixate on me, or to get drawn into a long-term affair. I meant to give her what she thought she wanted, but in a way which let her know that fantasy was better than reality.

I intended to behave just as any callow sixteen-year-old boy would, awkwardly, blunderingly, un satisfyingly and prematurely. I know, not nice, but it would be for the best.

Oh, My God! Miss Tiff hugged me! I got to homeEc, and she was already there, and since we were alone in the room, she hugged me! It wasn't any 'just friends' hug, either.

By the time I was over my startle, and started to hug her back, she had broken it off, and although she was turned away and blushing, I could tell it hadn't been any sudden impulse, but a move she had planned and thought about, perhaps all night, perhaps for a few days.

I said jokingly, to break the tension and let her know I was still her friend, first and foremost- "When I said you could show more friendship towards me, Tiff, I never expected you to show me that level of friendliness!"

I let the smile in my voice let her know I was pleased and shocked, but not upset. She bravely turned around and let me see her bright red face, which slowly faded back to normal as she searched my eyes and found nothing to be afraid of there.

She gave me a tentative smile, and I gave her a brash grin. We settled down, and the rest of the class and the teacher filed in, all taking their spots, unaware of the romantic drama which had just played out seconds before.