After he took off from lunch break to head downtown Nina and I walked out to the bus area where the ROP buses picked up the students. As we walked I explained my new riding arrangements to her along with the theory that it would help me get hired at mid-semester.
"Julie?" Nina said, frowning. "You're going to be riding with her?"
"Yeah." I said. "That way I'll be able to…"
"But she's engaged!" Nina nearly yelled. A very un-Nina-like display of emotion.
"So?" I asked, looking at her. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"You're gonna…" A pause as she tried to formulate her words. "Get a RIDE from an engaged girl?"
"Well yes." I affirmed. "Is there something wrong with that?"
Her face was actually turning red as her eyes, once so soft and mellow, burned into me. What the hell was the matter with her?
"No." She said stiffly. She turned away from me and started heading for the bus stop.
I followed after her, grabbing her by the arm. "Nina?" I asked. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing." She said. "Nothing at all. I'll see you later."
Right then Julie, driving her Toyota Corolla pulled to the curb in the red zone. She saw me and smiled. "You ready?" She called.
"Just a sec." I told her, turning back to Nina. "What's the matter with you?"
"I'm fine." She said sadly. "I'll see you tomorrow. Do you still want to ride with me to school?"
"Of course." I said, "But aren't we going to get together and study today after school? We have to go over that calculus."
"Not today." She said coldly. "I've got things to do." She turned away from me once again and disappeared into the crowd of students waiting for the bus.
With a troubled mind, more troubled than I cared to admit, I went to Julie's car and got in.
By the time we arrived at the hospital I was suspicious about Julie's intentions. She was overly friendly and openly flirty with me; signs I'd learned long before to both recognize and take advantage of. Despite my troubling conversation with Nina I found myself responding to her banter.
All through our workday it went on. She stood closer to me than was really needed, always taking the opportunity to touch my hand or bump her hip against mine. A few times she even turned so that the swell of her breast rubbed across my shoulder. It happened a little too frequently to be accidental. By two o'clock thoughts of Nina were forgotten as I pondered the prospect of bagging Julie and started working the problem of how to get her back to my place through my mind.
That turned out to be much easier than I'd thought it would.
As she drove me towards home she asked, "So, are your parents home right now?"
"No." I told her. "My old man doesn't get home until a little after four."
"Really?" She said, a smile blooming on her face. "You know, some of the other girls said they went over to your house and studied with you."
"Did they?" I asked, familiar with this opening line.
"Uh huh. Susie, Lori, and Stacy all said you're a GREAT study partner." She looked over at me. "I need to study you know."
I chuckled. "I don't think your fiance would like you coming over my house to 'study'." I told her. My own personal form of legal disclaimer. "There are those who say my study techniques are somewhat radical."
"Well I sure ain't gonna tell him." She informed me, as I'd known she would. "I'm not married yet you know."
"No." I nodded. "I guess you're not."
There is of course a certain amount of subtle nuances and so forth that must take place in such encounters before the real action begins. You can't just go inside, tear of your clothes and start rutting like an animal on the carpet. Well at least not for a first encounter. Thankfully with Julie, this period was brief. We started on the couch, were coy with each other for a few minutes, and then we began kissing.
I pulled her sexy body to mine and probed between her large lips with my tongue, licking and sucking each lip while my hands ran up and down her back, feeling her hard body beneath the T-shirt she wore, tracing the outline of her bra strap. She returned my kisses eagerly, showing some skill of her own with her tongue in the way she caressed the inside of my lips with it, the way she probed teasingly in and out, sliding it with mine on a film of saliva. Her breath was sweet and scented with the bubble gum she'd recently been chewing, it's ebb and flow increasing as she became excited by my actions.
I moved from her lips and kissed my way down across her puffy cheek to her neck, licking the salty taste on her dark flesh, nipping with my teeth and sucking lightly. She threw her head back and cooed softly, her hands sliding down to my butt and then up under the back of my shirt where she ran them up and down my bare back. Her hands were soft as they glided across my skin, punctuated by the occasional scratch of her painted nails when I gave her skin a little suck or bite.
I dropped my own hands to the hem of her shirt and slid them underneath, running my fingers up her smooth flanks on each side, feeling her soft skin and the harsh roughness of her bra when I reached her chest. I brought my hands together in the front, moving them along her bra, cupping her firm tits through the cotton and wire, squeezing them together. I could feel her nipples protruding against my palms.
I went back to kissing her, more gently this time as I ran my hands around to her back and began toying with the clasp that held her bra together. She returned my kisses while her own hands slid down my back and into the back of my pants, worming their way through my underwear until her fingers were squeezing my ass cheeks, kneading them. She pulled me tighter against her, so that the bulge of my cock was pressing against the crotch of her pants.
She broke her mouth from mine for an instant. "You have a nice ass." She breathed, nipping at my earlobe with her teeth.
"Thank you." I breathed back, pulling her face back to mine and continuing our dance of tongues.
I undid the bra clasp with a quick, expert twist of the fingers and then lifted my arms, pulling her shirt and the bra off in one quick motion. She raised her hands in the air to assist me, breaking the kiss only long enough for the shirt to clear her head.
I slid my hands around to the front again, taking her tits in them, feeling the yielding but firm flesh, the hard nipples. I stoked them up and down, gliding my fingertips around the perimeter of each nipple, finally tweaking them a little. They were as rigid as stone it seemed. I broke the kiss and pulled away from her, looking at her chest, drinking in the sight of those beautiful mammaries. As I've mentioned before, teenagers have the nicest tits; they can truly be taken as a sign that there IS a God. Julie's were no exception. They were perhaps a little larger than was considered average but they had no sag to them. They were pale in contrast to the darkness of her skin except for the nipples, which were the color of ripe cherries. I hefted them a little in my hands, stroking the sides and bottoms of them, running my fingers beneath them.
"You like them?" She asked sweetly. She knew that I liked them.
"They're all right." I shrugged and then smiled.
"You asshole." She giggled. "You want to taste them?"
"If I must." I said, feigning a sigh of a laborer contemplating an unpleasant job.