I started to walk towards her, and she backed up until she hit the wall.
“Spread your legs for me,” I whispered.
“Oh baby, not here. We’ll get caught.”
I pressed my crotch into her stomach, leaned down, and nipped her neck. She whined but spread her legs. I reached down under her skirt and cupped her sex. I wriggled my middle finger into her moistness and gave her a deep kiss at the same time I worked to make her happy.
The junior jerk and a friend peeked around the corner as I brought her off. The smell of her arousal was powerful. We were so getting caught, but she made me do bad things.
“Come with me, we have an audience.”
She gave them a dirty look as we went to one of the reading tables. Her legs were unsteady so we sat down.
“Tomorrow at lunch I’m going to rock your world. Meet me in front of the music room,” I told her.
She finally got her wits about her.
“What did you do to me? I’ve climaxed before, but not like that.”
Someone needs to teach girls how to bring themselves off. I had Cindy and Suzanne to thank for that. I would always be in their debt. There should be a class for girls about their bodies so they knew how to please themselves.
The bell rang.
“I have to get to practice. Will I see you at lunch?”
“Yes.”
The way she said it had me almost skipping football practice. I left shaking my head.
I GOT TO PRACTICE, and was about done changing into my uniform, when the junior jerk came up to me.
“What did you do to her?”
“I made her happy.”
That got the attention of the whole football team.
“Seriously, what did you do?”
“I helped her have an orgasm. I’m sure when you do that with a girl she has one too.”
“Not like that. I’ve never seen anything like that.”
Everyone started to laugh.
“Dude, that’s what Dawson does,” Magic said. “Get over it. He isn’t going to teach you how to treat a woman. Go read a book or do a Google search, if you’re confused.”
Wow, that guy was pissed. I don’t think he was aware that everyone had listened to our conversation.
AT PRACTICE, WE FOUND out we would play Beverly High. Both of their games had been hard-fought victories. They were a team that reflected their coach’s personality. He was a badass ex-Marine. They didn’t have any standouts on either side of the ball, but they were disciplined and they fought hard on every play. We would have to work for everything we got. They were especially good at not giving up big plays.
We spent most of practice watching game film. Coach Engels had some ideas for plays we could use. He decided to test them deep. Coach believed a couple of big plays would break their will, and we would win this game easily.
I JOGGED HOME AND WENT to the kitchen to grab something to eat. Mom left me a plate that I heated up in the microwave. She came in and talked to me while I ate.
“I need to talk to you about Sun.”
I’d hoped we were going to talk about it, if for nothing else than to confirm my suspicions.
“She moved out of her home a couple of weeks ago. She’s been staying with friends and was going to have to go back home on Sunday if you hadn’t helped her. Her home life isn’t good. She’s living with her stepmother and her stepmother’s boyfriend,” Mom said.
“Her mom died when she was young. Her dad remarried and then died while on duty in Afghanistan. She doesn’t know of any other relatives, so that’s why she’s now living with her stepmother. The boyfriend has made some inappropriate advances, and her stepmother basically told her that if she doesn’t like it, she can move out.”
“What can we do? I mean, I barely know her. I’m willing to help, but ...” I began, and then just shook my head, because I wasn’t sure what to say.
“I talked to family services and they’re aware of the situation. They’re swamped right now. They’ve asked that Sun stay with us for a while. They’ll more than likely move her into a foster home until she’s eighteen. The other option is she becomes emancipated. Apparently her dad left her quite a bit of money in a trust fund that was set up with the insurance money when he died. If she chooses the emancipation, she may need to stay here longer. I talked to your dad, and we’re leaving it up to you. If you’re okay with her staying, we’re good with it. If you want her to find somewhere else to live, we’ll work that out too.”
“If I decide I don’t want her in my room, she isn’t going to be put out on the street, is she?”
“No, I’ve talked to some people at the church, and they would help her out. We’ll try and keep her out of foster care,” Mom said.
“What does she want to do?”
Mom smiled, knowing me too well.
“She thinks you’re cute and likes that you sleep in the nude. I really don’t want to know, but I trust you haven’t tried anything with her.”
I didn’t need this right now. I felt the walls start to close in on me. The problem was I’d started to like her as a friend. I was tired, so I told Mom good night and I went up to my apartment. Sun was doing her homework when I walked in. I got my homework out, and we chatted as we completed it.
Sun wanted to sleep in my bed again, so I wore shorts. I fell asleep before she did. It had been a long day.
Tuesday November 19
THE HAREM THING GOT old in a hurry. I mean, I was flattered girls wanted to flirt with me but was I a dumbass or what? Giving them the okay to just come up and sit on my lap. I mean seriously, what teenage boy wouldn’t want girls to let him know they were interested? I had mixed feelings. This time last year, I would have thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
The sad part was I would have loved to go out with some of these girls, but I had a date with Peggy on Friday. The other girl out there was Kara. Gina told me that her manager had found her more work, and she couldn’t turn it down. I might not see her until the first of the year. The truth was I liked both Peggy and Kara equally.
While I was loving/hating the harem saga, I got a text from Kendal to call her between classes. I left math early. She answered on the first ring and must have looked at her caller ID.
“David! I have great news.”
“Florida has offered me a scholarship?”
“No, but that would be great news. I got a call from Ford wanting you to send them photos.”
“Kendal, I’m too young to drive. Plus, why would they want my picture?”
“You kill me sometimes, ‘stupid boy.’ Ford, the modeling agency. One of their talent scouts saw you when you went to that engagement party with the Wesleyan girl. They tracked you down through your website and got in touch with me. Tom has authorized us to get your photos taken. Can you take a day off school this week?”
“Wow, slow down. You do realize I’m still bruised-up from that last game?”
“Not a problem. We may have to use some makeup, but for the most part you’ll be shot with your clothes on.”
“Second question, why the rush? My dad always said, ‘If there’s a sense of urgency, there’s money to be made.’”
“They need a new young face for a new clothing line. If we can get you signed before the end of the year, there’s a $10,000 bonus. The contract is for a minimum of two shoots, and a maximum of five. If they can get you exclusive for this line, you could triple your fees. Of course, that means you can’t make any money from other companies.”
“Who’ll be looking out for me?”
“I graduate in December, and you’d be my first client. Between Ford Models and me, we’d be looking out for your best interests. Tom and the partners are over-the-moon excited to have you be our first client in their new Entertainment Division.”