“I really liked him. So I blew him. Right there in his shitty little car. While his friends watched and hollered.” She bit her lip hard and a tear ran down her cheek. Great, now I really felt like an asshole for making her tell me. I reached out and took her hand again. Was I leading her on? Making her read more into the situation than was really there? Maybe fooling her into thinking that I had feelings for her that didn’t exist? Yes to all, but right now, after what she had done for me, she needed something more than some asshole who pops his load in her mouth and then tells her to fuck off.
“When I was done, we went back into the house. As soon as we got inside I went to go grab us a couple of beers. When I came back, he’s telling one of his buddies that he can go next… I walked up to him and he says, ‘so, my buddy here wants you to blow him too, we don’t want to go outside, so just do it right here.’. I threw the drink in his face and stomped out. They started telling people i did them all. She was wrung out at the end of story. A part of me felt really vindicated that she had stood up for herself. She needed a friend, someone who would take care of her. I didn’t love her, but she was there, warm friendly and welcoming. She needed to build some confidence, to see that a guy could take care of her. I wasn’t her long term solution, but damn it, I was going to show her that a decent guy would be willing to take care of her.
I told myself that as I pushed her against the wall and kissed her. The evil imp in my mind was screaming, however, that as an added bonus I was probably going to get to fuck her. Our lips locked together, as I put my hand on the rough brick wall. My left hand slid to her tight little abdomen. I stayed away from her tits. I was playing the long game here, and with her being as fragile as she was she didn’t need some guy copping a cheap feel. Someone cleared their throat behind me, and I wheeled around, suddenly very guilty. PDA was not allowed at school, and the brown-noser in me suddenly tightened his asshole up.
Coach Teeps, my wrestling coach, well to be fair the head wrestling coach, stood in front of me. He was an enormous man. Standing about my height, but weighing nearly a hundred pounds more than me. He was one of those rare men that look fat, but who aren’t. A lesson I had learned painfully on the wrestling mats more than a few times. He smiled at me, “You’re smarter than that Mr. Cole.” His voice was a basso rumble. “Keep the PDA down.” He turned and walked for the backdoor of the school, his keys jangling. What the fuck just happened? Seriously, that was all he was going to say? The thought then hit me. I was his varsity heavyweight wrestler. Fair bet was on me to win districts this year. I was a good kid. And coach Teeps was one of the people who knew the full story about what had really happened at home. I had gone to him after I walked out of my father’s house and told him I needed to quit the team. I cried and told him about the beatings, the full story. He convinced me not to drop out of school.
“You want to come in this door kids?” He called out as he walked away.
Fuck yeah I did. I realized then that I freezing my ass off. I grabbed Jacky’s hand and pulled her along behind me. “Sure Coach! I called”. He opened up the door and let us in.
Jacky and I killed the rest of the morning walking the halls of the school, hand in hand. I really wanted to find a nice quiet place to see if I could get Jacky to blow me again, but the school was filling up by now and it would be too risky. Jacky ate lunch with me and my friends that day, coming with us as we went out in one of my friends’ car. She sat in the bed of my friends truck between my legs, while I sat on the toolbox. My friend’s all looked at me weirdly.
I was a little tense. I knew they knew the story with Jacky and the party, but I was still with her. I could feel their silent judgment casting down on me. Usually I would cave to that, but right now it just pissed me off. Suddenly I felt very much like not wanting to please people was a very good idea.
I had practice after school, so kissed Jacky and told her that I would call her tonight, and see her in the morning. We chatted that night on the phone. Vapid, inane chatter about this and that. Her and my buddy’s girlfriend did not get along very well, and she went on and on about how she hated the girl. I hate talking on phones. I mostly hate talking, but especially on a phone, and with Jacky’s immature conversation I wanted to be off the phone now. So I told her that I was tired from practice and that I had to do some homework. She thought I was mad at her. I was okay with that.
The next morning was Friday, and I was sitting on the bus, and have to say I was very much looking forward to today. I was horny as fuck. A very large part of me wanted to get Jacky to blow me again, but also felt weird about her just blowing me and getting nothing in return. She got on the bus at her usual stop, and inspiration struck. She was wearing a short little skirt, and white sheer lace pantyhose that came up to mid thigh. Just the look made my dick hard as a rock. She leaned in and gave me a hungry kiss. Fuck, I really wanted that blowjob now, but thought it might be time to put some money in the bank. I just needed to figure out how to pull it off without getting caught.
In order to get across town on the bus you had to ride two separate lines. The first was a big bus, the standard kind one would expect to see in a city. Big, well lit, and unfortunately, open in the aisles to allow for standing room passengers. That would never work. The second line however, which took about 20 minutes to get through it’s loop to the school, was a smaller number, kind of intermediate between a very large van and a very small bus. It was cozier, darker, and most importantly, had evenly spaced seats along it’s length. I waited to make my move until we got on the second line…
As soon as we sat down side by side Jacky started talking about some inane bullshit, and I casually dropped my hand on her thigh. She stopped talking for a split second, but realized that was all I was doing for now and went back to her conversation. As she spoke I rubbed my hand up and down her thigh, feeling the smooth texture of her pantyhose, the lacy tops, and eventually the butter smooth surface of her milky inner thigh. I carefully made sure that I stayed away from her pussy. I could remember her story vividly, and didn’t want her to feel like I was being an aggressive dick like the one at the party.
Every time I started to make my final move towards her crotch, I would pull away at the last second. She kept talking the whole time. I could tell she was wondering if I was playing with her, but she wasn’t sure. I could tell she was getting horny, because she kept losing her train of thought and biting at the corner of her lip. About five minutes into the trip, I firmly slid my hand up her thigh, and pulled her panties aside with my index finger. I plunged my middle finger into her up to the first knuckle.