Naked In School

That was something, right?

Repercussions could wait. I tackled her onto the bed.

CHAPTER TWELVE CASSIE

The idea had been brewing in me all afternoon. I knew he felt lust, right? So, let’s work on that part first. Get him into bed, and take it from there. Of course, the fact that I was practically burning with lust was a given. I wanted him so bad I could taste it. So, after band practice, I went to the game-fully intending on doing what I did.

In retrospect, this probably wasn’t the best way of handling it.

However, at first, it seemed like a perfectly awesome way of handling it. Before I knew it, I was sprawled on the bed, his hands all over me. He leaned down and kissed me. Man did he kiss me! It was as wonderful as I had anticipated. We did some serious making out while his hands roamed all over my boobs and-thank you God-my pussy. Oh, man, it was as good as yesterday. I almost came again from just that-but I wasn’t in the mood for a whole lot of foreplay.

"Frankie, please, fuck me now!" I said.

"You’re protected, yes?"

"Of course," I said.

He grinned down and me, and started lining his dick up with my pussy. He started sliding it in oh so slowly. The anticipation was killing me. I tried to hump myself on him to make it quicker, but he was having none of that. Finally, he was all the way in. Then he started moving, in and out, slowly.

Too slowly, I thought at first, but I was wrong. Oh man. I wasn’t used to this. He was so gentle. I had mostly gone out with guys who just rammed it in. I thought I liked it that way. I was wrong. He had me hovering right on the edge for so long. It was delicious. He looked down at me, grinned, and started kissing my forehead. After a bit, he looked into my eyes, and, without either of us saying anything, he started to move faster.

Jesus Christ! I felt it building, and building, as he picked up his pace little by little. And then I went. "Oh, God, FRANKIE!" I screamed, and came like gangbusters. When he felt me go, he started going full-bore into me, keeping me riding the waves for a full minute. Then he came into me.

Oh my fucking head. It was…incredible. I’d never felt anything like that. I felt like a wet dishrag. I was completely spent, and my brain was mush.

Which is the only thing that explains what happened next. We ended up cuddling, side-by-side on my bed, as we both came down. I could tell that, now that we were done, he felt awkward. He was holding me, but he wasn’t looking at me.

There were things I needed to say. "I don’t want to just be friends anymore," or "This could be the start of something beautiful," or even a simple "I love you." Those were the things I needed to say.

That’s not what I said. What did I say?

"My mother’s going to be home soon."

In other words, thank you very much, now get out. Please, shoot me. I’m such an idiot. I wanted to take back the words as soon as I said them. Especially when I felt him stiffen as he held me, and then he unraveled himself from me.

"Yeah, I’m sure she is," is all he said. He got out of the bed and started gathering his clothes, then put them on. He still couldn’t look at me. It was so awkward.

"Frankie?" I said. He looked up at me. "Thanks. That was…incredible."

At least he smiled at that. "Thank you," he said. "It was pretty damn incredible from my end, too." He leaned over and kissed me. Well, that was something. At least he didn’t hate me. "Don’t get up, I’ll find my way out," he said. And then he was gone.

STUPID FUCKING IDIOT! Oh, man, I could’ve just crawled under the nearest rock.

Instead, I just lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out just how in hell I was going to fix this.

Why didn’t I just say it? Cowardice. I wanted him to say it-because I had no idea how he felt, other than turned on. So, I wanted him to say something loving and sweet. Of course, I didn’t give him much time, not with that "Mother will be home" comment.

And it was afterwards, lying in bed, that I realized something. I had made love, in broad daylight, nothing covering my stomach. No darkness, no hiding, no nothing.

For the first time. And I practically kicked him out.

Oh, man. I am such a fuckup.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN FRANKIE

I walked home from her house in a daze.

I was still trying to figure out just what had happened.

Hell, I’d had sex before-but never like that. She was just amazing. I’d never seen anybody cum that long! I probably could’ve held out a bit longer-but not with all that cumming and spasming and writhing going on around my dick. It was just mind-blowing. And I will never forget the look in her eyes when she asked me to fuck her.

However, I had the horrible sinking feeling that I had just blown another friendship. That’s what I get for thinking with my dick. Because sex-even incredible sex-wasn’t worth a friendship. And the way she reacted afterwards didn’t make me feel better. She acted like she couldn’t wait for me to get out of there.

I needed to talk to someone about this. I needed advice on how to fix the damage.

I went home, and found Mama. She asked about the game, and I told her. She gave me a kiss on the cheek for the homer. I asked if she minded if I headed to the Burger Hut and found the guys down there. "No, Frankie, go right ahead. More supper for the rest of us," she smiled.

I walked downtown to the Hut. Most of the gang was just getting assembled. I found them, and leaned in to Lily and Mike. "Hey, Mike, do you mind if I borrow your girlfriend for a bit?"

"You getting tips on how to throw harder?" he laughed.

"No. This is personal. And Lily knows some of it, and I trust her judgement."

"Sure," Mike said.

"I’d be glad to," Lily said, and we found an out-of-the-way table.

"Don’t tell me, let me guess," she started. "Cassie."

"Cassie," I confirmed. "We just made love."

"ExCUSE me?" Lily said with a stunned laugh. "OK, how did this happen?" I told her the whole thing.

She thought for a minute. Then she said to me, "Look. You know I’m not shy about sex, I’ve told you that. You know I was no virgin when Mike and I met." I nodded. "But, I have to say," she continued, "the only person I ever wanted that badly was Mike. That she wanted you that badly tells me something. Plus, the way you described her looking at you in art tells me something."

"Maybe. But the way she basically booted my ass out of her bedroom before my cock even got limp tells me something different."

"Fear, Frankie. Fear. Look, the first time Mike and I made love was sort of awkward, too, afterwards-because we hadn’t whispered words of love in each other’s ears yet then either. However, you know me. I took the bull by the horns-and pretty much said to Mike, ‘Hey, what just happened’? I don’t think Cass is as blunt as I am."

"Nobody is as blunt as you are," I laughed.

"Too true," she grinned. "Most girls want to hear that stuff from the guys first, you know?"

"Yeah," I agreed.

"How do you feel about her now?"

"Confused," I admitted with a laugh.

"Which is why you didn’t say anything," she said astutely. "You need to fix your confusion first, Frankie. Then you can fix your friendship. And see what else is there."

"Good point," I told her.

We went back to the table with the rest of the guys, then, and ate. Afterwards, I walked home, and tried to do some homework. I didn’t get much done-too much on my mind.

How, exactly, did I feel about Cassie?

Look, it’s not an easy thing to be confronted with the end of a valuable six-year friendship. Even if there’s the possibility of something better. I’d been through it more than once-and the ‘something better’ never happened. But, what I had to ask myself was, how much was that fear clouding my thoughts about Cassie?