Brie’s Babysitting Service: Sadie by Jay2Kay

“This would be my first date,” he told her and she looked up at him and smiled.

“Kiss me,” she requested simply because she’d found his confession so endearing.

He stopped and faced her and as she gripped the back of his neck and gently pulled him to her face she whispered, “Grab my ass as you kiss me.”

His hands slid down her back to her mini skirt and as their lips connected again, he gripped and squeezed her tight, round ass and only let go when their lips parted again.

“Well done,” she said sounding short of breath. “You’ve got a wonderful grip,” she complimented and then pulled him towards the ticket booth where he purchased their tickets. If it’d been a home game, he’d only need to show his school I.D. and gotten in for free, but since it was an away game, that wasn’t an option.

“Visitor’s side is on the other side of the field,” the cute and chubby student from Lakeside instructed them.

“Thank you,” Sean said to her and then followed the smaller crowd to the opposite side of the Varsity football field where a few students, their school’s marching band and cheerleaders were already waiting for the game to start. Their team was down on the field warming up for the game with stretches and light drills to prepare themselves for the game.

“How’s your team doing this year?” Sadie asked as they took a seat near the center of the bleachers, which were much shorter and smaller than the home team’s side.

“We’ve yet to win a game, as usual,” he mumbled, though she could hear the amusement in his voice.

“You really hate football, don’t you?” she asked him.

“The sport? No, I’m a Niner’s fan,” he told her. “I just don’t like our football players,” he told her.

“Well, you may have to change that attitude towards them if you want to get a date for Homecoming. Is there anyone in particular you’ve got a crush on that you’d like to ask?” she asked him.

Sean shook his head. “Not really, no,” he said but she could tell he was lying; she decided not to press the matter and to just pay attention.

Just before the game started, the sun began to sink behind the home team’s bleachers and the lights kicked on.

Sadie pretended to shiver, though she was starting to feel the cold air rush in for the night. Sean noticed right away and took the light jacket off and then draped it around her shoulders. She slipped her arms into the sleeves and then kissed him on the cheek to thank him. When he turned his head to her after the light peck, he confidently kissed her full on the lips, but with no tongue; they would save that for later. When they parted from their kiss to watch the kick off, Sadie noticed a small group of very attractive girls just a few rows below them whispering as they looked up at them. Sean didn’t notice, but Sadie decided to play it up for them and grabbed onto his arm, resting her head on his shoulder. His hand fell and rested on her bare knee and he began to softly caress her skin with his thumb, as if they’d done this countless times before. She closed her knees together to hold his hand there, but he didn’t so much as flinch as he just watched the game, acting as if he was keeping her cold legs warm.

They remained that way, sometimes breaking to cheer for their team (which Sean played along, pretending to care if they won or not), sometimes chatting about nothing in particular, sometimes to kiss a little. And every time they would resume back to his hand between her knees and her holding onto his warm arm, she would watch the girls out of the corner of her eye to gauge their reaction. They were obviously paying more attention to them than they were the game. At halftime when the players jogged off the field to the locker rooms, Sadie pointed the girls out to Sean and he tensed up immediately.

“Which one?” she asked and then studied the five girls carefully. There were two blondes that looked like best friends, but neither of them seemed like the “Queen Bee” of the group. Though, she admitted they were the hottest of them all. She wondered if they were sisters, though, since they looked very similar and dressed in the same outfit, as if on purpose. Then there was the curvy redhead, who looked like a teenaged version of Poison Ivy. She had the presence of giving the least amount of fucks than the others. She didn’t have so much of a resting bitch face as she did of annoyance for being dragged out to another football game. Then there was the sweet looking brunette; she was bubbly and talking really fast and giggling a lot. Sadie personally hoped that was the one Sean was reacting to, but she had this feeling it was the bitchy one staring straight at her. She had raven colored hair, piercing blue eyes and a body to die for. She wasn’t as curvy as Poison Ivy who looked like she was ready to backhand the bubbly brunette, but she had some dangerous curves and a maturity to her face that made her look much older than the other girls.

“Don’t tell me it’s Miss Queen Bee,” Sadie said to him, ruffling his hair and pretending to flirt with him as she spoke.

He didn’t respond, which was answer enough for her.

“How long?” she asked and he finally looked her in the eye; there was fear there which confused her. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” she asked.

“She and I used to be friends,” he began and she knew there was a story coming. She waited patiently for him to tell her everything, dropping the act of them being a couple so she could listen as the friend she’d been trying to be for him all week. “She lived next door all the way up through seventh grade. We played together as kids all the time, and even in seventh grade we were friends until about halfway through the school year when…”

“She started to get her body,” Sadie stated and Sean nodded.

“She suddenly became very popular, but she tried to stay my friend, but that was the same time I broke out with the worst case of acne in my life. Her new friends started making fun of me, she tried to stick up for me, and sometimes it worked, but as soon as she wasn’t there, the bullying got worse and worse. Then her family moved a few miles away and she went to a different school until she came back Junior year. By then, she was what we see now,” he said subtly nodding in her direction. “But I was a total dick to her because she’d ignored me the entire time she was gone. We’d been Facebook friends still, but suddenly we weren’t anymore and I couldn’t even find her profile anymore. I was hurt and lashed out the one time she tried to be my friend last year right after she returned,” he said and Sadie could almost see tears welling up in his eyes.

“What happened?”

He took a deep breath to compose himself and then told the story. “It was like the second week of school and I hadn’t even seen that she’d been back; we just somehow hadn’t crossed paths. One of the guys on the football team had tripped me, which spilled my tray full of my lunch on the ground. Somehow the bowl of pudding I had landed perfectly on the ground for my face to fall into,” he told her. “Everybody laughed. Everybody but Lindsay,” he said. “She tried to help me up and even stole napkins from a kid nearby to help me clean up, but I yelled at her to leave me alone because I was so embarrassed. When she asked why I wouldn’t let her help, I yelled at her that she was a bitch just like everyone else. So, she has done nothing but glare at me ever since,” he said.

“Whoa,” Sadie said sadly. “Did you ever try to apologize?” she asked him.

He shook his head. “I was too ashamed and scared to even approach her. I’ve written so many apology letters, emails and Facebook messages that I’ve thrown away and deleted before I could send them to her,” he said and actually wiped a tear away.

Sadie looked down at Lindsay whose expression was now a mixture of anger, hurt and confusion. This was Sadie’s new project for him; she had to get them talking again so he could apologize; for all she knew, she was his future, or at very least, supposed to be his high school sweetheart.

“I’m going to help you win her back,” Sadie told him.

“How are you going to do that?” he asked doubtfully.

“All I need to do is get you two to talk so you can apologize to her,” she said.

“I think it’s too late for that, it’s been over a year since that happened,” he told her.

“It’s only been a year. It’s not like it’s your thirty-year reunion and you’ve both been holding onto that moment for three decades,” she argued.

“Do you really think you can get us to be friends again?” he asked.

“Friends? All you want is to be friends? Don’t tell me you weren’t in love with her since you two were kids,” she said. “You don’t remember details about your childhood unless they were powerful memories, and powerful memories only come from a place of love or fear or hate. Sometimes all three of those emotions can be confused with each other also. She’s been your crush since you first met,” she told him.

He sighed deeply. “Is your plan changing?” he asked.

She grinned at him slyly. “Only slightly, but we need to continue the night as planned; it’ll all come together at the right time,” she answered him. “So, to get us back on track, you’re going to have to do something bold with me,” she said.

“Like what?” he asked, leaning in slightly with his best seductive smile.

Her heart raced slightly. “That’s a good start,” she said and then without thinking, planted her mouth onto his, shoving her tongue into his mouth and he responded in like. She then twisted her body around to straddle his lap, his hands immediately roaming up her back beneath the jacket. He even slipped them up her tiny, tight T-shirt and then broke their kiss to gawk at her wide-eyed when he felt no bra.

“Keep at it and you might get lucky tonight,” she whispered in his ear before she nibbled on his earlobe; luckily the marching band on the field was loud enough to drown out their voices so only he could hear her.

Acting on his sudden boldness, he moved his hands to the front of her and squeezed her tits as they continued to make out until he began to sense that they were being watched by everyone around them. He straightened her shirt back out and then guided her back to the cool, metal bleacher.