Naked In School

"Hi. We need to talk," I said.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN CASSIE

Here it was. Do or die time.

"Yes, we do," I agreed. "Can I go first?"

"I suppose." He sat down next to me.

"Look, I am really sorry about what I said yesterday, when we were done. It was stupid, and I’m ashamed of it. I was feeling awkward, and I panicked."

"You weren’t the only one feeling awkward," he grinned. "It’s OK. The question is, where do we go from here?" He sighed. "I don’t want to lose your friendship."

"Well, I have to admit, I don’t want to be friends anymore." He looked at me. "I want more." There. I said it.

"That’s what I want, too," he said softly.

"You DO? I wasn’t sure."

"You weren’t?" I asked. "Cassie, I don’t make love with just anyone."

"Yeah, I know-but it’s been awkward since then. I wasn’t sure what you were feeling."

"I wasn’t sure what you were feeling, either," he said.

"This is what I’m feeling. I love you." There, now I really said it. "I figured that out before we ever went to bed. And I’m sorry that I didn’t say that yesterday."

"Better late than never," he grinned. "I love you, too, Cass." I grinned back at him. "I’m still worried, though."

"Why?"

"Because relationships don’t always last. If this blows up in our face, there goes another good friendship. And I can’t help but being a little worried that I’m not what I would’ve considered your type before this week."

I sighed. "One thing this week, and baring myself as I have been, has done, I think, is make me grow up… Let’s face it-I’ve been dating little boys, and I mean mentally. And I suppose I was a little girl myself mentally. I mean, look, the two people that I thought were my best friends have been acting like eight-year-olds all week." I grinned at him. "You’re no little boy, not with your family. You haven’t been for quite a while. And I’ve been through too much this week to be a little girl anymore." I smiled at him. "This hasn’t happened before this because I wasn’t ready. I’m ready now. Frankie, it’s not going to blow up in our face. Not from my end. How do you feel?"

"I talked with Lily about this," he told me, "and she said some similar things about her and Mike, how she wasn’t ready for him before either. As for me? Look, you might say you’re a ‘little girl’ but you matured dating-wise far before me, and you were already dating before I ever would’ve been interested, so I never let myself become interested. It took a lot of thinking to decide if I felt anything more for you than friendship. It was a leap I had to make in my mind." He grinned at me. "What I found was it was a pretty easy leap to make."

"Good," I grinned. "It hit me all at once."

"I just thought of something," he said. "Tanya is going to freak."

I broke up laughing. "Yeah," I agreed. "I guess she saw it before either of us did." He grinned at me, then stood up. He pulled me up to my feet, then wrapped his arms around me-and kissed me, long and deep.

I broke the kiss and said, "Let’s get out of here."

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"My house. Nobody’s there again." I grinned at him. "And you thought I was kidding about being insatiable."

"Oh, look, I get a girlfriend-and she’s a horny teenaged boy’s dream. How cool is that?" he laughed.

I laughed back. Then we practically raced to my house.

CHAPTER NINETEEN FRANKIE

We got to her room-still naked-and I wrapped her in a kiss as we tumbled on to her bed.

"No quickies today," I told her. She smiled at me. I kissed down her neck and went right for her boobs, nibbling on them while I stroked her thighs. She moaned and gasped underneath me. Then I started kissing my way down from her boobs.

I kissed my way down her stomach, and I took my damn time. I ran my tongue right down one of the more prominent scars. She giggled.

"Tickles?" I asked.

"A little," she said. "That was not a suggestion that you stop, by the way. I’ve never let anyone get near my stomach, you know that." Her voice dropped a little. "So I never knew how sensitive it was."

"Ah," I said. It was turning her on. How about that? Not that she wasn’t turned on in the first place, mind you. I just kept kissing my way down her stomach. Heading closer to paydirt, I took a little detour-to kiss the heart-shaped scar on her thigh. She let out a long sigh when I did that.

Then I headed straight for paydirt. This I hadn’t done to her. Honestly, I hadn’t done it much at all. Like I’ve said, though I’m not a virgin, the most experienced guy in the world I am not. But I had done it, a couple of times, and more or less knew my way around down there. It must’ve been more rather than less, because I had her squealing and moaning in no time at all. As I felt her movements get more frenzied, I slipped a finger gently into her pussy. BAM! Off she went!

As she came down, I started coming back up, kissing my way back up her stomach. She reached down and ran her fingers through my hair. And then she said, "Frankie? Make love to me, please?"

"Gladly," I said, and moved up and slid into her. "Oh God," she moaned. I started in on her, a slow rhythm meant to build her back up. It worked. It didn’t take too long before she was moaning and gasping. Finally, she screamed, "Oh God Frankie FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! Oh God…" So I did. I knew it wasn’t going to take me long, but I knew she was close, too. I was right. We went together, in no time at all.

This time, when we curled up in each other’s arms afterwards, it wasn’t awkward. Not at all. It was wonderful.

CHAPTER TWENTY CASSIE

Oh, I felt so happy and content. I felt loved and wanted. And I love him. Does it get any better than that?

Well, the aftermath could’ve been better. No, no, it wasn’t awkward like yesterday. It was wonderful. Too wonderful. We were both so content and at peace-that we fell asleep, naked, in each other’s arms.

Tanya has a very bad habit of not knocking on doors.

I was woken up by her yelling "Hey, Cassie, do you have my--" and my door bursting open, and then a blurted "OH MY GOD!" She turned bright red and quickly backed out the door saying "I’m sorry! I’m sorry!"

"Oh shit," I murmured.

"Hum, was that Tanya?" I heard from behind me.

"Uh, yeah. We fell asleep. And we just got caught."

"Oops," he said.

"My mother knew, she knew about yesterday-but I’m sure she’s not going to be thrilled we let Tanya catch us."

"No doubt," he said. "I think we’d better get dressed and go face the music."

"Yeah." Right after we got our clothes on, there was a knock on the door. "Can I come in?" It was Mom.

She came in, and I said, "Mom, we’re so sorry. We fell asleep."

"It’s all right. Really. Tanya’s got to learn how to knock on doors." Mom grinned. "I don’t think she was shocked to find you in bed with someone, I think she was shocked at who you were with. She was so excited when she came downstairs, I thought she had caught you in the middle of something."

"No," I laughed. "Naked, and spooning-but sleeping."

"Yeah, I finally got that," Mom laughed. "Like I said, I think she was shocked it was you two."

"She called it," Frankie said, "before either of us knew."

"Yup," I agreed. "She was trying to tell me on Monday that Frankie liked me. Remind me to listen to Tan more often. But, I’m still sorry we let her catch us like that, Mom."