“Wha- yes,” I admitted. “Exactly. But shit, you guys really are… all interested?”
There, he grinned.
“Oh fuck yes, Jane. What you may have heard, about us wanting you? It’s true.” He blatantly then pointed to my breasts, where I was finally calmed down nipple-wise, and just laid it out there. “And your reaction? Your entire posture right now, blood rushing into your face… You’re actually warm to the idea, aren’t you?”
It hung there like a deadly dare, that question.
The painful swelling ache in my untested pussy burned so hard and so hot I almost crumpled to the ground.
***
Cal
Oh my God, I saw it. I saw her react to me, and it was a big screaming alarm going off. Not fear. Arousal. Attraction. I knew enough about the signs to recognize it.
She gibbered, sputtering, and before I could press for an answer, there went the whistle. Still red, she ran (just like this morning) and lined up, unable to face me. Begrudgingly I went into my place as well, but I hadn’t forgotten the clues on her face and body. Nor did I forget that she’d awakened feelings in me I hadn’t experienced before- feelings both my bros had readily described time and again.
I was so glad my underwear kept me secured while my shorts kept me concealed beneath their loose fit, because for the first time ever I had a massive hard-on in the middle of class- probably the worst possible class, since I couldn’t conceal myself beneath a desk.
I just prayed no one was looking and it would go down shortly.
All through the period, I did my best to stay close to her. Never pushing myself on her, but keeping her safely within my sights. Making sure no one got on her case about this morning, and my approach here in particular. My promise to protect her earlier hadn’t been an idle one. It was good to know that the source of her apprehension with M was the potential blowback from our peers, and not him, or us. Because yeah, the “social consequences” were gonna hit.
Everyone was too afraid to call me the nasty things they wanted to my face, but I was already, shall we say, gently dissuading any talk calling my boy a “fag” or “homo”. It was insulting not to him or even us. It was insulting to the entire LGBT population in the student body. Randy was mainly catching “pervert”, but that went off him like water off a duck’s back. I didn’t bother squashing that.
It didn’t even make sense. Three best friends announced they wanted to share a girlfriend, so they’re gay? Ooh, burn. “Pervert” we wouldn’t even sweat. It was kind of perverted, what we just told everybody we wanted. One girl, three guys. God, it sounded so crazy… and it wasn’t even real to me until today.
It was mostly guys talking the shit anyway, as per usual with the sexist and homophobic mindset of coddled entitled rich white teenage boys. The female population in Smithfield was mostly buzzing about the ‘scandal’… Mister Popularity himself coming out as wanting to split a girl with his two best friends. He’d dated dozens of chicks throughout high school, but nothing had lasted and now they all knew why. To actually be with M, you had to want two other guys, both of them incredibly different from the male model they all coveted.
Some of the girls were in outright mourning over him, and there was also a surge of ‘volunteers’ offering to take Jane’s place. Even I’d been approached by girls today, all of them blatantly hitting on me because they thought I was a free ticket into M’s company. I turned them all down.
Jane was the only one who had my cock up.
Literally had never happened to me before. Not having a hard-on (I still woke up every morning with wood, and I did get horny enough to jerk off every once in awhile)- but having a girl give me one out of nowhere in the middle of class. Unlike my bros and pretty much every guy I knew, spontaneous erections had never been a problem for me in school.
It was like my body had finally realized I was an 18-year old boy. So this is what it was like. I had a crush. Just like anyone else in high school.
Why did it all seem so much more than that though? Why did I want to take Jane in my arms and seriously snarl at anyone who tried to get near her that I wasn’t already comfortable with? What did it mean that her body reacted to me with such intensity that she covered up her nipples so obviously? Fuck, was she wet because of me right then?
As I watched her, she seemed extremely uncomfortable. Constantly wriggling when she wasn’t engaged in an activity, and she kept tugging the hem of her oversized tee down. I had absolutely no experience with this, and I didn’t really know what it might be like to have a wet pussy in a totally inappropriate place… but I sure knew now what it was like to have a raging boner in a totally inappropriate place.
Shit… what if she was a virgin too? I mean, she probably was, simply considering how introverted she seemed.
Randy and M had both lost theirs, this year. Wanted to be ‘tried and tested’ in their pleasure skills, they told me. It could be years before we found our ‘one’ and fulfilled M’s dream since puberty, they’d reasoned; what’s a few sexual partners while we wait? But that wasn’t me. I hadn’t had to say it, and they didn’t judge. We all knew it though. For some reason… I didn’t care about girls or dating. I didn’t have a crush, unless you counted football.
It was like I’d missed out 0n a rite of passage until today.
Until I saw this girl metaphorically bite a hand that wanted to feed her. Just like I did when M befriended me in fifth grade, a year before we met Randy. I’d been wary of his approach too- but that was less about my environment in elementary school and much more about my home life, at the time. I saw that pretty face and didn’t believe it was meant for me. Jane had the same reaction. It gave us at least a little something in common.
A girl who didn’t immediately fawn over M’s looks was a green flag to me. She wasn’t taken only by appearances, and less likely to base a relationship on how good they would look together. I didn’t forget her expression when meeting my eyes, either. Stunned, but somehow affected. There was something there, and we both actually knew it. I just needed the time to find out what.
Gym that afternoon consisted of a simulated “rough terrain” obstacle course, and besides balance, jumping, teamwork and trust exercises, one of the things in it was a rope swing. We had to get from one point to another by sailing across a gap between mats, and then toss the rope back. When it was my turn I tested the rope’s strength to make sure it could actually hold me, then jumped and expertly flew across to land easily on the other side. I tossed it back and moved to wait for my next turn, but caught sight of Jane approaching the rope and decided to wait and see how my potential love interest did.
When it was her turn, I saw her fighting not to look at me, first off, and I ignored the whispers that floated up.
“She can’t even look at him. It’s soooo obvious…”
“That scary dude is gonna eat her alive.”