The steam opened up my pores and I almost shivered in pleasure. As I soaped up my body, I thought again about Kayla. If Craig was being a gentleman while they were dating, fine, but it wouldn’t last. Maybe they had another…God, kill me…romp before coming downstairs. I was forcing my eyes to not look in the rearview mirror to make sure the Terrible Twosome was keeping their hands to themselves. “I thought you said Craig was going to pick you up,” I said. You don’t have to do anything.” “Guys…Just let it go.” “But you know what he’s going to do! If I go ruining that, how’s that going to make me look? “The first motherfucker who makes a joke is getting rat-tailed,” I warned, twirling my shirt into a whip. Kayla saw me and Craig at once and made a beeline right for us. But we didn’t even know what we were going to do until Walburn just now told us. “All…right,” Walburn said, slightly thrown off by Craig’s eagerness, “Who else? I had gym with him last year and it had been a very successful year for him and a very humiliating year for anyone who tried to best him. You,” he pointed at Craig, “Pick.” “Kayla,” he said at once. I caught Joe’s eye and he made a strangling motion behind Craig’s head. Craig was surprised no one on our team had challenged them for ammunition but he recovered quickly and ordered his team to bean us from afar. With such a long distance to cover, only a few on his team had the strength to hurl the balls with enough force to actually get one of us out. It wasn’t enough to make me fully relax but I could feel the stress leaving my body. If you’re able to tell her something about her that even she didn’t realize then you’re going to be A-Number One.” I chewed my bacon and didn’t say anything. And then, because apparently karma hates me, Alan and Amanda came bouncing into the room, both in unsettlingly high spirits. Ten minutes later, it was déjà vu time as we piled into the car and I started backing down the driveway. As I passed by, I slowed down and rolled down my window. Amanda, on the other hand, just nodded and stared at her. Several passing students jumped and looked at me in shock. But right now, Craig’s turning on the charm so he’s the good guy to her right now. So did Kayla and she lowered her head, hiding a smile. Everyone around me turned, huge grins spreading across their faces as they prepared to say the same thing. I had expected Craig to say something to me, something along the lines of, “Stay away from my girlfriend! If he was going to sit near me at all, I would have expected him to sit behind me so he could ‘accidentally’ kick me and stuff. The girls filed in a minute later, most of them still pinning up their long hair. He wasn’t actually on any team; that only meant that he had to pick one specific thing and stay with it. Craig had gone for size (and the hottest girls) while Brad had picked the more lithe and agile-looking students. We spread out the balls along the line that divided the court and then took our positions against the back wall. Craig’s team charged the balls first but Brad held everyone back. Maybe if I could make it so she saw the asshole side of him? She blinked when she saw me shirtless but was otherwise unaffected. It was your standard washed-out gray color with the school name printed above the left breast. “Sorry I’m late,” Craig said, smiling at Kayla after giving me a death glare, “Would you rather go with him? “Well, you promised to give me a ride…” “Go ahead,” I said resignedly, “I wouldn’t want him to break a promise.” She smiled at me as she walked around his car. Running, shouting, tossing, hitting…They may as well call the game ‘Adrenaline Rush’. The heavy-hitters on Craig’s team intimidated some of the weaker-stomached players on our team, making them freeze up and become an easy target. Everyone’s getting ready to head back to the locker rooms. “Coach is having a chat with him,” Brad replied, “That son of a bitch was grinning for the rest of class. Kayla: I’m going to do my homework but I’ll text you if I’m bored, okay? I had been told by Craig’s previous conquests that his kisses were atrocious and I’m just sorry that Kayla had to witness that firsthand. As such, I needed to make it seem like I was getting ready for bed. She had her eyes closed, clearly concentrating as hard as possible on what she was doing. Do it now and it would just make him seem all the more innocent. Suddenly the shower didn’t seem like it was helping anymore. I pulled open the door and was headed to my room when the door to the twins’ room opened and Amanda stepped out, wearing a bathrobe. I grabbed a shirt and, remembering that I had gym today, stuffed my uniform from last year into my backpack. “Because…she’s sweet and funny and not a bitch like—” “Language, Jack,” my mom snapped. She’s a good person.” “That’s wonderful, son,” dad said, patting my arm, “What’s her favorite color? “Hey, offer still stands,” I said, “Just hop in and you can meet him at school.” She sighed, looked around, and said, “That sounds like a good idea.” But no sooner had she walked around to the passenger-side door than Craig’s Chevy came barreling down the road, screeching to a halt right next to my car. “So you’re right there, in front of her face, and she goes for Craig Cuntface? ” “Knock it off,” I snapped, “She made the decision. I saw all that in a second and then focused on her face. Walburn’s idea of fun was thirty pull-ups after a mile run with a cool-down of fifty sit-ups. Dodgeball was about as close to a war-zone as you were going to find at a school. I was feeling a little better but that boulder in my stomach was still there. “Hey, Jack, just wanted to let you know we’re headed to bed,” dad said. Good night, guys.” I was staring at my phone conversation with Kayla when I heard my parents saying goodnight to Alan and Amanda. The shock I had felt last night and this morning had morphed into a genuine curiosity. They’d wait until they were sure mom and dad and I were asleep. Amanda was on her knees, bra still on, bobbing up and down on his cock.
In this case, it was the sharp tangy smell of woodchips, the cloying smell of the metal bits, the wormy scent of gasoline that always seems to hang around power tools even though they don’t use gas. “Well, someone’s got to do the thinking while you do the heavy lifting.” “Stereotype much?Brad and Joe, both dripping with sweat, finally managed to hit each other. I had been holding a ball, waiting to use it, and I knocked aside Kayla’s with ease. I didn’t think I was bleeding but it sure smelled like it. “Jack, I’m so sorry.” Her voice was slightly muffled but it was clearer than the shouts had been a minute before. Walburn was standing in the middle of it, looking pissed. ” Walburn roared, blowing his whistle loudly, “We can’t have this crap on the first day! ” he pointed a meaty finger at Craig, “You’re sitting in the bleachers for the rest of the day.” That wasn’t much of a punishment for Craig. “Come with me.” Kayla walked with me for a little ways before I turned to her. Since the gym classes had the last lunch of the day, we always got ready to leave a few minutes before the bell, and the quicker students had to wait in the hallway between the main gym and the auxiliary gym until the bell rang. Unimpressed with the pizza yesterday, I opted for the ‘specialty’ dish. It was like a boulder dropped into my stomach and flattened out my insides. “Try that again,” she said in a sexy whisper, “And I’ll have to use my teeth.” She started the journey again and I couldn’t help myself; I pulled out my cock from my pants and began to run my hand up and down its length. “Oh, shiiiiiiiiit…you’re so fucking good at this…” “I know,” she said in a sultry voice. I leaned my head against the window, letting the coolness of the glass equalize the sweat. Then again, Amanda’s been a lot more familiar today. Suddenly a light came on in a room over at Kayla’s house. The curtains were half-closed so I couldn’t see much but I guessed that it was her bedroom. My cock, angry with the case of blue-balls it was forced to endure, started to wake up again. The bell rang and, once again, we went through the regimen: roll call, Pledge of Allegiance, announcements. “Whatever you say, Jack Attack, but the less you flirt with her, the less interested in her she’s going to think you are.” The sentence was horrendously constructed but he had a point. “Joe, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to make you hump the table saw.” “And I’m going to drill into your skull and see what they replaced your brain with.” “Just…let me be friends with her right now, okay? You will be the first to know if I plan to move beyond that.” He put up his hands.