4

Thank goodness for the talk he and I had about student council, otherwise knowing me I would have forgotten about the meeting. Luckily, in the hallways after leaving the aud, I met up with Phil who was more than happy to show me to where the meetings were held.

"You were a bit… uneasy there." He said as we were walking. "You okay now?"

"Yeah." I said. "I just get nervous in front of crowds. But now I'm ready to work."

"Great!" he responded as he opened a door. Room 203. The room was filled with students of every kind. Hipsters, jocks, I think there was even a geek. Mostly from grade 11 up though. I guess that's when all of the good positions opened up. I took a seat near the back and Phil walked to the center of the room.

"Alright everybody, listen up! I'd like to welcome you all to the introductory council of this year!" There was mild cheering. "First, I'd like to welcome back Matt Schneider, he knows how much we've missed him."

"We didn't miss you at all, he's just being kind." Chirped the geek from behind Phil. Everyone snickered.

"And now to welcome our grade nines to the party, we have our own lovely own Ms. Baker!"

Baker! That was…

On cue, Nicole burst through the doors, wearing the same button-up vest from this morning, but visibly nothing else from the waist up. "Today we have the rare treat of welcoming two new grade nines to Student Council." she started.

Well, of course she wouldn't tell me she was on student council… Though a lot more made sense now. How she knew so much, why she was texting Phil, why she got really excited when she saw me the first time, the thing she had to do this morning…

"First off, we have the handsome and charming Adam Watson." she said. Before I knew how to react to that, she took my face and her hands and planted a kiss on my lips. Time stopped, and I stayed as still as possible. My first kiss… I certainly didn't know it was going to happen like this. As she broke away, I felt almost disappointed. I didn't know she wanted to reveal what she was doing with me so publicly, but it definitely aroused me. I guess it was out in the open now, Nicole and I have been fooling around. Hell, it's kind of funny that I've sucked on her nipples before and only now I just had my first kiss.

"Secondly," she said, moving away from me. Oh well. I guess the council would discuss the new developments later, though to my shock they didn't seem shocked at all, except for Megan. And speaking of… "We have the beautiful, gorgeous Megan Schneider." Then, to my complete and utter shock, she took Megan's face in her hands and gave her a full kiss on the lips. Because this was girl-on-girl, the guys cheered for this one, but I was still left in shock.

I guess I wasn't the only one… I guess she kissed every newcomer or something. It never really crossed my mind before, but yeah… I must have been the hundredth guy to kiss her. Was that also true for the sex? Was I just another number in her book of reference? The next sucker, standing in line? I would have given her my virginity if I asked. And she would have taken it so carelessly. What an idiot I've been…

Megan didn't look too happy with her kiss either, actually. From when Nicole's lips departed hers, she just sat there, an uneasy expression on her lips.

As Phil went on, she looked in my eyes and smiled, but I let my gaze wander. Phil droned on. "This meeting, for the newly elected, will just be so you can see how things are run here. You won't get any jobs today. The rest of us can-" blah blah blah. I'd heard enough. As long as I didn't need to do anything, I saw no further need to focus. Besides, I couldn't focus on anything.

***

After the meeting ended, everybody started to clear out. Nicole hopped out of her seat and walked up to Phil. "Great council today, Mr. President, as usual." She flashed him a flirty smile.

"Where's my kiss, huh?" Phil asked boldly. I think I was going to be sick.

Nicole smirked. "Maybe when you're older." she told him. She turned her back on him and walked over to me. "Let me guess – you need a ride, right, squirt?"

"Sure, I guess." I replied disinterestedly as I walked out of the room. I could see she gave me a confused glance.

"How much older?" I could hear Phil call as Nicole herself walked out of the hallway to join me.

"Oh, five… six years." She called back to the room. I just started walking. I didn't care. Today was a mix of emotions for me – it was probably inevitable that I was going to get angry at someone. Truth be told, I was probably more angry at myself for falling for her wiles so quickly.

"Hey." She called after me. I didn't respond, so she ran up next to me, started walking alongside me towards the exit and repeated herself. "Hey!"

"What?" I asked her.

"What's wrong, hotshot?" She asked me. She had genuine concern in her voice.

"How many guys have you kissed? And girls. How many people have you kissed?" I asked her.

"Ah." she said, figuring me out. Amazingly, she cracked a grin. "Well, this was gonna come up sooner or later. Is someone jealous?" She asked in a baby voice. I turned away from her and kept walking.

"Aw, c'mon, don't be like that." she pouted. "You didn't really think that you were the first, did you?"

"No, but you sure as hell could have told me, or something before just flashing me your tits. What if my first kiss meant something big to me? Now it just means another brick in the wall for you. I'm just the next of many."

"It doesn't work like that." She told me sternly. "Look, that's just what happens in high school. I'm sorry, but it is. It's not like you were telling me to stop." By now, we were at her car. She unlocked it and got in. I followed suit.

"Well, it's just made things clear. I thought I was a friend to you. I thought I finally meant something to someone. But nope, I'm just another booty call for Nicole Baker." My tone was ice-cold by now.

Amazingly, while she was stern, she still held her jokey tone with me. "Right, and you're telling me the guy who only needed a green flag to suck on my tits within, hmm, half an hour of knowing me isn't guilty of being shallow?"

Damn. She had a good point. I didn't say anything, and turned my head away.

"Look, for the record, I'm sorry." she continued. "If you had told me how much that meant to you, I wouldn't have done it. And for the record, I do consider you a friend. Hell, you're actually a lot sweeter than… like, 9 out of 10 guys I've been with, if we're talking statistics. But if we're talking numbers…" She started counting on her fingers. I don't know if it was for comedic effect, but the number surpassed 30.

"How many guys have you had?!" I asked with shock. Although, as she could tell, I was no longer upset.

She laughed. "You'd be surprised. And hey, you didn't think this was the first year that we stopped checking the speeches by coincidence, did you?" she winked. "I pulled a few strings during my morning meeting with Phil. You're welcome." She started the car and stretched. Then, as if I should have expected anything else, she started undoing the buttons on her vest top, revealing, surprise, nothing underneath.

"Is this a requirement for you driving or something?" I asked her, a smile returning to my face.

"I don't see you complaining." She winked, tweaking a nipple.

"You do that any more, and I may just be tempted to do that myself." I told her. I felt my lust coming back to me, and suddenly I had a craving for the taste of her tits once again in my mouth.

"Promises promises." she said slyly, letting go of her boobs and backing out of the school parking lot. Once again, I could tell she was aroused herself, just by looking at how far her nipples were sticking out. God, her boobs looked amazing. The way her large, pink areolae crowned each boob, it just made me want to take one and start sucking. The way her breasts rose and fell with her breathing… It was almost serene, actually. The way they jutted out, and stuck out a little to the side, almost squishing together, they were perfect in every way.

She caught me looking. "Well well." She said. "Looks like we won't even need the promises." She arched her back, pushing her boobs out further.

"Look who's talking." I said, taking my finger and flicking her obviously hard nipple. She shivered at my touch.

"What can I say?" She said sheepishly. "It would be a shame if I took you home and left it at that."

I smiled at her, but looked out straight at the road. After a bit, so did she, and before long, we were on the road. Once I was confident that she was looking straight ahead, I silently undid my seatbelt and mapped my actions. Then, once we were at a stop sign, with computer accuracy I got out of my seat and latched my mouth right on to her right nipple. I started sucking immediately.

"Oh, shit." she moaned. "Adam, this is not exactly safe."

"What did you say?" I asked, letting go of her nipple only to tweak it with my hand.

"I said, 'fuck you.' Now keep sucking." She said with a laugh. And so I did, for no one knows how long. I began to roll her nipple around with my tongue, and she started panting. I actually came to love the rhythm of her breathing. There was a certain melody to it, and I was playing it's melody with my own breath. This is for helping a loser out, I thought as I sucked harder on her tit, making her moan again. This is the rides home, I thought as I brought my hand up to her other nipple. I was trying not to interfere with her driving, so the angle was a little awkward, but it worked.

And this, I thought deviously, is for not telling me about the kiss, I thought as I bit down, hard, on her nipple.

"Aiie!" She yelped. I soothed the bitten nipple with my tongue, gently tracing it along the bitten area then playing with it, teasing it. Her hips started to buck and on cue, I stopped right there and got back in my seat.

"Why the fuck did you stop?" She asked me in the closest tone to upset I've ever heard her use.

"Oh, right, like you've never teased me before." I retaliated. There was fire in her eyes, and she started driving 10mph faster. I laughed to myself. Victory, I thought.

My victory was short-lived as I saw her drive right past my house. "Um… Nicole…" I said. She ignored me and pulled into her driveway, still breathily heavily.

"Seriously? As punishment, you're going to make me walk home from here?" I asked her, an eyebrow cocked.

She rolled her eyes. "You really need to know when to notice things, dumbass." She threw at me. "How many other cars do you see in this driveway?"

"Um… None." I replied hesitantly, then quickly understood. "You mean…"

She didn't give me enough time to finish that sentence. With her top still undone, she bolted out of the car, ran to the other side, and practically dragged me out, towards the house. In hindsight, I probably should have put my seatbelt back on.

I didn't get to see much of it once we got inside since Nicole was dragging me with the force of Louis Cyr, but from what I could see she had a nice place. Everything was very clean, proper, shining and frankly fancy. Her room was a bit of a different story, with neon-green walls and stuff strewn about everywhere, but my attention was admittedly a bit distracted.

She practically threw me down on and the bed and threw off her vest like it was on fire. Then she pounced on me so that my chest was right in her face. I got right to work, grabbing her left tit and playing with it with my tongue.

"Oooooh, Adam…" She moaned. She was getting really turned on, and her hips went to bucking right away, which quickly turned into grinding once she realized she had a fully erect dick right in front of her.

Instinctively, her mouth went right to my neck, wasting no time in biting it immediately. I opened my mouth in pain, but no sound came out. She used the opportunity and pushed herself forward so that her boob was entirely in my mouth. Working with her, I started sucking and sucking. There was something about the moment where, without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her in an embrace, still sucking. This wasn't out of lust, it was definitely something else, something sweeter. It's like I was grateful for all of the things she'd done for me, and giving her this pleasure was my way of thanking her.

Meanwhile, her grinding was getting more and more desperate. "Fuck." She said, at first softly. After my mouth switched to her other boob and began to suck again, she repeated it. "Fuck!" Each time getting more and more lustful. "FUCK!"

Finally, she got off of me and started fumbling with my shirt. I had no clue what was about to happen but I could guess that it would be awesome. I helped her take it off, and only then realized she was seeing me shirtless. My shoulders collapsed inwards, showing my insecurity. She just leaned back and took in what she saw.

After a few seconds she bit her lower lip in approval. "Not bad, hotshot." She said, as she made a move for my pants. She grabbed my dick through my jeans and moaned. "Mmm… Not bad at all."

As she tried to fumble with the button of my jeans, my phone fell out of my pocket. "Oopsie!" she sang innocently. She looked at the screen as she passed it back to me. "You have a message."

Really? Mom barely ever texted me, and dad frankly never knew how to text. Who could it… Ah. Right. May.

As I unlocked my phone, I saw the message. hey this is adam rite? Oh, Nicole would hate her. At least she was using punctuation properly.

"So who is it?" Nicole asked impatiently, still slowly tearing away at the button of my jeans.

"Um… mom. Wants to know where I am." I answered.

Her psychic powers must have kicked in, because she blinked twice and said, "Your mom barely texts you, now who is it?" With split-second timing, she grabbed the phone out of my hand. "Ooh la la, who's this?" she asked me, showing me the screen.

Now with May, I was insecure, but Nicole I just trusted. Maybe because I've explored her more than anyone else I never met, but I just felt comfortable telling her the truth. Besides, after today, I think the truth was the best policy.

"Her name is May Stevens." I admitted.

"Oh my! Little Adam has a girlfriend!" she said, teasing me, but still rubbing her own pussy through her pants.

"She's not a girlfriend, I just have a crush on her." I admitted. Then for good measure, I added, "Aww, is someone jealous?" in an imitating tone.

"Don't you remember?" She asked, slipping off my pants. "I'm not the jealous type. No strings attached. Do you need a reminder?"

I let my actions speak for themselves as she worked my pants off and got to my boxers.

"So, uh… May Stevens. I think I know her. Cute little brunette, right? Your grade?" she said slowly.

"Uh, yeah. Why?" I asked.

"And do you ever fantasize about things you could do with her?" she asked, her slow tone turning into one of seduction. I saw where she was going.

"All the time." I partially lied.

She slowly dropped my boxers to my ankles, revealing my hard dick right in front of her face. "Damn! I guess I can't call you Little Adam."

"Oh, come on. You've been with how many guys?"

"Believe me, for a grade nine, this is impressive." She retaliated. "So Adam, tell me. What kind of things did you picture doing with May? Did you ever think May would do this?"

With that, she took my dick right into her mouth. It slipped past her lips, and entered her warm, wet mouth. She slowly started moving her mouth back and forth, caressing my cock with her tongue. For a second, I was in heaven.

She let go of my dick long enough to say, "I'm waiting for an answer!" then placing the tip of her tongue at the bottom of my dick. With agonizing slowness, she licked her way to the top.

"I think she would go farther than that." I smiled slyly.

"Oooh, bold move, hotshot!" She grinned at me. "Well, we'll see what I can do. For now, close your eyes."

I wasn't sure what she had planned, but I sure as hell was not going to refuse. My head leaning back, I closed my eyes as her tongue played with my dick some more.

"Do you like this, Adam?" Came the distinct voice of May. "Does this make you happy?"

My eyes bolted open to see Nicole grinning again. "Imitation. It's my hobby. Now sit back and enjoy it."

"Wait, how the hell did you manage to exactly memorize May's voice after meeting her in the hallway a couple of times?"

"Details, details." Nicole smirked. "Now why are your eyes open?"

Was there anything this amazing girl couldn't do?! I closed my eyes again and put my left hand on the back of her head, coaxing her to put her mouth back on my dick.

"Wow, Adam. It's so big." May's voice rang through the room. "I think I'm in love with it." She stressed the word 'love' and immediately slipped my cock back between her lips. Her tongue was working on my head as she tried to push my dick farther and farther down.

"Oh my God, May. That's incredible." I moaned without thinking. Nicole moaned on my dick, and I was 90% sure that moan was involuntary. Me thinking about fucking someone else was turning her on, was it? That in turn turned me on and before long I was moving my hips to slide my cock further and further down her throat, which, of course, she took without difficulty.

"Do you like it, Adam?" May's voice asked me as she came up for air. "Do I please you?"

"You really please me, May." I said, while realizing how close I was. I was actually amazed I lasted as long as I did.

"What else can I do for you, baby?" She asked me. In answer, I grabbed her hair and forced her mouth back on my dick. She got the message immediately, and started using every trick in the book. Her hand started to play with my balls as she worked back and forth, faster than ever and her tongue ran circles over the head. After a bit, I noticed that her moaning had returned and that her arm was moving with her body, like she was bucking her hips. Even without rubbing herself, this scene was turning her on!

It wasn't long before I felt a churning sensation. I had a few seconds, max. "May!" I gasped! "It's- I-" I got that out before I started spurting in her beautiful mouth. Nicole never missed a beat, swallowing like a pro (which I'm sure she was), all the while still bucking her hips. I couldn't see straight, I felt like I was going to pass out. "I…" came out of my mouth involuntarily, but I never got to finish that thought. Nicole still sucked away, but went from frantic to soothing as my spurts of cum subsided, getting slower and slower until her lips popped off my dick. I felt nothing but pure euphoria, and before I could even see straight, went in for an embrace as soon as Nicole stood up. She gladly returned the hug, then broke it off, searching for something. She found a water bottle on the floor and started chugging away, occasionally swishing in her mouth.

"No offense." She said casually. Using her regular voice almost caught me off guard.

"None taken." I responded. I eyed her up and down. Despite her casual tone, she was definitely still turned on, and sucking me off didn't help her one bit. Well, I decided as I slowly kneeled in front of her, I think I owed her one.

"Woah there, Casa Nova, what are you up to?" She asked. I didn't answer. All I did was kiss her stomach, gently tracing letters on it with my tongue. She moaned, still very turned on, and I swear I felt heat radiating from her pussy.

As I started to undo her pants, she stopped me with her hands. "Easy there, squirt." She said, although huskily. "What you doin' that for?"

"You did all this for me, now I want to give you a little reward, that's all." I said back gently, still a little 'Cloud-Nine'y from cumming.

"No, it's okay, you don't have to do that." She reassured me, trying to bring me up to her face.

"Nicole…" I said, looking her dead in the eye. "I want to."

She bit her lip in frustration. I caught on that something was afoot. "The truth, Nicole." I told her. It was my turn to read her mind for a change.

She inhaled and exhaled a few times, clearly nervous. I'd never seen her like this before. "I'veneverhadaguydothattome." She finally said quickly, and winced.

"Really?" I asked. I found it a bit hard to believe. The girl was confident, bold, definitely flirty, and definitely beautiful, and a guy had never eaten her out.

"Mhm." she hummed, and bit her lip.

I stood straight up and looked her right in the eye. With my fact close to hers, I told her, "I still want to."

Without warning, she leaned forward. There was no drive, no lust, just subtlety, when she kissed me on the lips. It was gentle, her lips were soft – I had more time to appreciate them now. Before anything else happened, she leaned back and blushed slightly.

She regained her normal attitude and told me, "Y'know, it's not common for me to kiss the same guy twice."

"I guess I should be thankful." I replied as I sank down to her knees. We shuffled over to the bed and she fell back on it, while I slipped off her pants. There she was, dressed only in the black panties I saw that morning. She was still breathing heavily when I looked back into her blue eyes.

"Are you okay with this?" I asked. She nodded and bit her lip.

"Do you want this?" Her breathing got heavier and she nodded again. I slowly removed her panties from her legs and took a gaze at the first pussy I'd ever seen that wasn't from porn (yes, the schoolyard bullies were incorrect).

The first thing I noticed was that she didn't shave, but I didn't mind that one bit. It was very clear now that her black hair was all natural. As she kicked her panties off, I could see what I believed to be an erect clitoris. It was larger than average.

"I know, I know." Nicole, ever the psychic, jumped in. "Don't stare at it." I looked up to see that her face was red, and it wasn't because she was turned on. I recognized the look on her face, and the way her shoulders were scrunched in. She was insecure. She felt like she wasn't good enough, or in this case she felt like she had what she thought was a glaring flaw. Well, it was time to show her how I felt, how beautiful I thought she looked.

I didn't dive in immediately. first, I liked tenderly around her folds. I will confess, since I was a first-timer I had no clue what I was doing. I was only doing what felt right. As I licked, she started up her moaning, although she kept it soft at first.

Navigating around the hairs wasn't an easy task, but I was absolutely going to go through with it if it meant pleasuring Nicole. She was worth it and then some.

My licking became more and more deliberate, and more and more focussed. As my tongue neared Nicole's pussy, her moans become louder and longer.

"Oh my god." she breathed. "This is fucking amazing. Don't stop."

I wasn't planning on it. The moment of anticipation was over, the main show was about to begin. Throwing caution to the wind, I thrust inside of her with my tongue, causing her to gasp. Leaving it in for just a split second too short, I began to move my tongue around, listening for her reactions.

I soon found that she moaned the loudest when my tongue found her clit, so I decided to play it delicate again. I subtly danced around her clit with my tongue, every so often flicking it.

"Adam…" she was panting. "You are amazing."

I licked up and down her slit a few times more before returning to exploring her deeply with my tongue, as deep as I could go.She grabbed my head and was pushing me into her at this point, moaning and bucking her hips.

I started to run my hands up and down her thighs as my exploring continued. The taste wasn't phenomenal, but it wasn't strictly bad either. Actually, in a strange way it felt kind of nice to be returning the favor to Nicole. Plus, despite her pussy not being shaven, the rest of her skin felt like hot silk and I couldn't resist rubbing up and down her thighs once I had started. I stopped temporarily to kiss the outside of her pussy, which made her giggle amongst her moaning, and continued.

Her giggling stopped and her eyes squeezed shut when I extended my tongue past what I thought I could inside her pussy. She went right back to moaning. After a few minutes of darting and moving my tongue back and forth through her love tunnel, her body began to squirm and her moaning became constant.

"Adam… I think I'm getting close." she squeaked. I doubled my efforts, moving quicker and going even deeper, lapping up every drop of fluid she could produce. Her hold on my head got stronger, shoving me so far between her legs I thought I was going to suffocate. "Adam…" she moaned. "I… I…" she cut herself off with a high-pitched noise, signaling her orgasm. I kept up my efforts, still going strong, waiting to be rewarded with her pleasure. She writhed around for what seemed like a full minute, then a grin the likes of which I never have seen on Nicole spread across her beautiful lips.

"Stay right there." she commanded me, yet with pure bliss in her voice. "Don't move." She ground her hips against my tongue, slowly exhaling all the while. After a while of this, she stopped and opened her eyes lazily. I took my tongue out of her and slowly stood up. She followed suit, with something in her eyes. It wasn't quite lust, but I couldn't tell what exactly it was.

"How was that?" I asked her, a small smile forming on my lips. Nicole was breathing hard, and seemed almost nervous. She didn't respond with words, instead she just pulled me onto the bed in a passionate embrace, as she frantically kissed my lips over and over. I was shocked, but responded in vigor, pushing my lips against hers as we never left the embrace.

As we kissed, her tongue ran over my lips, and my mouth opened, allowing her access. She explored my mouth with her own tongue then darted away from my mouth, hinting that I should do the same. My tongue followed suit, and as it entered her mouth she moaned softly. Our tongues re-enacted the Battle of Waterloo, and apparently I was Napoleon. As she expertly played with and teased my tongue I slowly retreated, and our mouths parted. She stared into my eyes for a few seconds before nuzzling into my shoulder, both of us still naked.

She took her head away from my shoulder after a few seconds, a look of disgust on her face.

"What's that thing I taste?" she asked me.

I laughed. "Look down." I told her. She looked down between her legs and her expression softened. "Huh." she remarked. She retrieved the water bottle from beside her bed and swished around some more. After, she offered me the bottle.

"No thanks." I softly declined. "I didn't mind it at all."

She gave me a shy kind of smile as she put the bottle back. It was weird, before she was all gutsy and confident. Here, she seemed nervous, vulnerable and a little shy. After she placed the bottle beside the bed again, she resumed the nuzzling of her head into my shoulder.

"Hey Adam?" She softly asked after a few minutes of precious silence. She had a tone to her voice that I couldn't quite detect.

"Yes, Nicole?" I answered her.

"Do you…" she trailed off, but laughed to herself as she seemingly dismissed the thought. Her tone changed when she asked, "Do you have to get home immediately? It would be cool if we could hang out."

"Uh, yeah, sure!" I answered lamely. "I'd need to text my mom, plus I have a bit of homework…"

"Don't worry, I can help you with that." She said, looking up from my shoulder.

"And what makes you so sure I need help?" I asked, smirking at her.

"Oh, go put some pants on." she retaliated, laughing at me.

"Look who's talking." I joked as I got off the bed at retrieved my boxers. I slowly slid them on, then did the same with my pants. When I looked back, Nicole was in the same position on the bed, fully clothed like nothing happened.

"Now look who's talking." she giggled.

"How'd you do that?!" I asked. At this point, I almost had no right to be shocked at anything Nicole did.

"Grade 11, squirt." She winked.

"Okay, that one doesn't even apply to this situation."

"You'd be surprised!" she replied with a smile. I smiled back. Nicole was a really special girl, I had to admit. I was really glad I met her. And it seemed like with the way her smile looked after tonight, something changed. I think she was really glad to have met me too.

Chapter Three

In hindsight, my life had to be a really boring thing. One month into high school I get to second base and get voted into student council because I acted like a spineless wimp onstage, and it feels like it's been the most important week of my entire life. Not that I was complaining. Even though I had a crush on May, this past week brought me Nicole, who was more than an easy tomboy as someone would see her on the outside – she was a friend."So, what do ya wanna do?" Nicole asked as she stretched once I had pants on.

"I dunno, you pick." I said absent-mindedly as I texted my mom. Hey! Hope you don't mind, I'm spending the afternoon at a friend's house. When do you want me home?

"Well, what do you normally like doing after school when there's nothing to do?" she asked me, though her tone made it sound more like a test than a serious question.

"…Um…" I responded, not sure how to proceed.

"C'mon, dude. You're a guy. You should know the answer is video games." she said, almost annoyed with me. She hopped up from her position and walked over to her computer, booting it up. I turned my attention back to my phone, and remembered I hadn't texted May back.

I checked the message. Hey, this is adam rite?

I typed back, Yup! This is May, I bet.

I looked back up to see Nicole, arms akimbo, facing me. "I get that you got a thing for her and all, but last time I checked you were hanging out with me."

"I thought you said you weren't the jealous type." I replied, winking at her.

She smiled menacingly. "Ooh, watch it you. I'm not jealous of another girl, but don't be rude. I could be texting someone right now too."

"Alright, sorry." I said, putting my phone back into my pocket.

"Great." she beamed, as if nothing happened. "So, what should we play?" she asked, turning towards the computer and firing up some program.

"Um, I dunno." I replied. "I don't really play video games."

"You what?" She turned back and stared at me. "Wow, someone here is totally missing out." she clicked a few times, evidently browsing her library of games, and added, "Well, let's start with a few favorites of mine."

"What do you like?" I asked, trying to keep up conversation. "Call of Duty, or…"

"I said I play games, squirt. Not shit." she retaliated.

"I'm sure an opinion like that doesn't score many points with the guys."

"Well, I don't wanna play with those guys anyway." she said, using 'play' as a double entendre, I'm sure.

"So what if I started playing it?" I challenged her, smiling. She smiled back.

"I guess I'd just have to keep you too occupied to play it, wouldn't I?" she asked playfully. She reached forward and expertly rubbed at my jeans with her palm, right between the legs.

"I'd rather play with you any day." I said without thinking.I'm not sure what my tone sounded like, but her eyebrows quickly shot up a little, then went back down as quickly as they came up.

"Mhm." she agreed flatly. "Here, let's try this one. Battleblock Theater. Mitch said it's really good."

"Who's Mitch?" I asked.

"Brother." she replied. I noticed her mood visibly shifted. She was sadder. I put my hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off.

She turned and smiled at me. "What, am I thirteen?" Her smile seemed fake.

After a few rounds of the game spent in complete silence apart from slight laughter and explanations as to how the game worked, with a few choice expletives from Nicole whenever I screwed up, she suddenly pulled a bomb on me. "What would you do if I had sex with another guy?"

My eyes went straight from the game to her, my mouth slightly open in shock. "Wow, that came completely out of nowhere."

"What, can I say, I'm unpredictable." she replied. "So, what would you do if I had sex with another guy? After all, if you're going to get your panties in a knot if I kiss another person, we need to lay down some ground rules."

"Oh, shut up." I laughed, and attempted to playfully shove her. She saw me coming and hooked my arm in hers. She pulled my arm behind my back, immobilizing me, and, being Nicole, kissed me on my neck. I think I let out an involuntary moan.

"Nice try, squirt. You're gonna have to be quicker than that." she replied triumphantly, going back to her seat.

"Alright, I'll bite. How did you know that one?" I asked, rubbing my arm.

"Nuh-uh. I asked a question too. You first." she replied with a wink.

"I guess I wouldn't mind… It would be kinda unfair if I did."

She nodded. "Since you want in May's pants."

"Thank you, Nicole." I replied bitterly. "Your turn."

"Karate. Been doing it for about ten years now." she gave me a small smile.

"Wow, that's really cool." I said, legitimately impressed.

She seemed happy that I was. "Oh yeah?" she asked.

"Yeah!" I replied enthusiastically. "I would love to do something like that someday."

"Why don't you join then?" she asked me. "The club has room for more. Plus it would be kinda cool to see you doing more stuff. Let me guess, you wanted to impress your parents with this whole student council thing?"

Yup, bingo. "I shouldn't even be surprised, but how did you know that?" I asked.

She scoffed. "Do you honestly think you look like student council material? You look like the womb spat you out yesterday. No offense."

Amazingly, I didn't take any. I guess I was just used to it from middle school.

She stood up. "C'mon." she started. "If you wanna learn stuff, why not now?" She walked to the center of the room. I followed.

"Learn what?" I asked.

"Well, karate." She answered. She assumed a position where her knees were bent and she was leaning slightly forward. "See this position I'm making? Try to re-create it."

I smiled slightly, and shrugged. Why not? I did want to learn, after all.

After we tried a few stances, she moved on to the hands and where they should be. I had to admit, she was a really good teacher. She spoke slowly and made sure I could understand everything she was teaching, rather than assume I knew what she was talking about. But she also pushed me, and knew I could do better than what I was doing. She really knew how to empower me.

About an hour in, we moved on to choke holds, which was the most difficult for me. For one, I was lousy under pressure and even though I knew what to do, piecing it together was difficult with an arm around my throat. For another, having a gorgeous girl's tits pressed right up against your back could be a really distracting thing, especially since you knew for a fact there was nothing on underneath that button-up vest.

"Oh, come on, Adam." she said after the fourth time while I clutched my throat. "You know how to do it. You're thinking too much. Don't think, just do."

"It's freaking easy for you to say." I retaliated. "This is my first time doing any of this."

"I suppose I have shown you a lot of first times." she winked at me, and grabbed her boobs in her hands. As soon as she caught me staring, she let go and added, "Now concentrate this time. Power stance, distraction, free the head, pin me down."

I got back in position and she wrapped her arm around my throat. I bent by knees into the power stance she described, and used my free arm to hit her lightly in the stomach. I tried to position my arms around hers so that my head would be freed, but no dice.

"You were close." she said as she released me. "You're definitely improving."

"Yippee." I said, in a slightly raspy voice.

"You wanna call it quits for today?" She asked, with a hint of concern in her voice.

"Are you kidding?" I asked her. "I wanna keep doing this until I do it right."

She broke out into a huge smile, and leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek. "That's the attitude I wanna see, hotshot." she told me. "You'd fit right in at our dojo. Now, your goal here is to free yourself, and you can only do that by catching me off guard. You're defeating your enemy up here-" she pointed to her head, "more than anywhere else. Catch me off guard, surprise me."

I shrugged, and she motioned for me to get into position. Once I was, she effortlessly put me into a headlock. Okay, focus, I thought to myself. Bend your knees and get into a powerful stance – check. Hit her in the stomach, not too hard. I always felt guilty doing that. I was raised to never hit anyone. But her instructions were clear, so check. Now came the difficult part. I had to free my head from her arms while she was recovering from the hit. But my arms were just too weak…

Suddenly, an idea hit me. I pivoted around where I was, which didn't feel too good on the hold she had on my neck, but it did the job. I was now facing her. In the split second before I acted, she gave me a confused look, yet also trying to bring her other arm up so she could retaliate. Before she could, I grabbed on to both sides of her button-up sweater vest and force it open. A button flew off as both sides gave way, releasing her beautiful breasts.

She opened her mouth in protest, just as I pushed her forcefully onto the bed and jumped on top of her. My mouth found her nipple and angrily began to suck.

"Ooooh my god…" She moaned. "What the hell kind of karate move do you call that?"

I released my mouth from her nipple. "Were you caught off guard?" I asked her.

She laughed, then picked up her vest. "Man, I really liked this thing…" She said with a hint of poutiness to her voice. It quickly went back to moaning as I resumed my sucking, my other hand reaching over and grabbing her other boob.

"Mmmmm…" she moaned, then sighed in bliss as my tongue began its gentle dance of love across her areola. Her hands became occupied with unbuttoning her pants, then shoving them down as she played with her noticeably oversized clit.

"I have to give you credit." She said, still using her hands to pleasure herself. "You learn fast… And I��m not just talking about the karate."

I could feel myself internally smile as I kept licking gently at her one boob, then suddenly took it into my mouth and began to forcefully suck. She gave a soft gasp.

At this point, my dick was aching in my pants, and noticing the beautiful teen pussy only a few inches away from it, moved on autopilot. Keeping my pants on, it moved right over Nicole's pussy, and I used my free hand to shoo her hand out of the way. She moaned in a disappointed fashion, but that moan was cut short when I began grinding on her, my pants making direct contact with her pussy.

"Oh yessssss…" She hissed as she ground back. "What can… I do for you?" she asked me. "I want… to make you feel good too…"

I released her nipple from my mouth. "Making you feel good makes me feel good." I replied. My mouth went to her other nipple, teasing and sucking away.

"Adam… You're not like other guys." Nicole said, breathing heavily. I'm not even sure if she knew what she was saying, or if her brain was trying without thinking to compliment me since I was pleasuring her. "You're different. And I love it."

Nicole certainly was a character. Before, she was all bold and manipulative. Be selfless in bed and suddenly she lost all control, like she was indebted to you. Not that I was complaining, I thought as I continued to grind against her.

I could feel the front of my pants getting wet with Nicole's love juice and her moaning got more frequent, not to mention louder. I could tell from past experience that she was getting close.

"Adam, I…" she started, but I put a finger to her lips.

"I know, baby." I said, releasing her nipple as I spoke. I never called her, or anyone, baby before. In the moment, it just felt right. "It's okay. I want you to cum." Cheesy, but enh.

She nodded enthusiastically and lustfully, lost in the moment. "Oh Adam…" she moaned, as her grinding became more desperate. "Adam… Adam… Aaaah!"

Her pussy noticeably ejected more fluid as she came, and her face was frozen in an 'o' shape. I held my position from grinding, which I could tell she appreciated. It seemed like right when she orgasmed, she preferred to move only to enhance the feeling, and it wasn't like I could predict those movements, so I held still. She ground up against me for a little until she stopped, her eyes opening slowly. She smiled at me, a smile which was filled with a lot of emotion, and move her hand forward to touch my face. She never quite got to it, though, since her eyes wandered to my pants first.

"Did I do that?" She asked me, looking at the wet spot.

"It'll dry in a bit, don't worry." I tried to reassure her.

"Damn…" She said, seemingly shocked. She then broke out into a grin and added, "I'm impressive, aren't I?"

I leaned by head forward and slowly, sensuously kissed her on the lips. "In every sense of the word."

She made a small smile before that smile turned sarcastic. ���Suckup." she teased me.

I laughed and flopped down on the bed next to her. "Do you need me to do anything for you?" She asked me, still slightly trying to catch her breath.

"Nah, it's all good. I'm happy with just pleasuring you." I answered, surprising myself to learn that I was being honest.

"Okay…" she said slowly, before adding, "I should have at least did the May voice thing again. Man, did that ever get you excited."

"Yeah, about that." I said, turning my body towards her. "Seriously, how'd you manage that? It's not like you memorized every grade 9 girl's voice just in case I had a crush on them, even if you are that good at imitating. Which I doubt."

"Even if you are that good at imitating. Which I doubt." She fired back at me, in a voice eerily similar to my own. It wasn't at all perfect (after all, she was a girl and I, well, wasn't) but the resemblance was amazing. "Nah, but the fact that you two were talking in the hallway after your homeroom and that you were acting like Dork of the Year around her really helped." she added, grinning.

"Ah, so you're a voyeur." I retaliated.

"I do what I can." she replied, giggling. "But yeah. I listened carefully to her while I walked behind you, seeing if I could do her voice. Figured it would come in handy."

I chuckled softly. "Well, it certainly did…"

"By the by, how's your nose?" She asked, grinning, referring to how I walked straight into a locker.

"Oh, shut up." I laughed, punching her gently in the arm. Normally, I wouldn't hit her, but she seemed like she could take it. We sat in silence for a bit after, until, without my brain's consent, my arms went forward and pulled Nicole into a tight embrace. She responded with a non-sexual moan, a lazy yet happy moan. Her hands snaked down my sides, something I could appreciate until I realized she was fishing through my pockets.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked her.

She snatched my phone out of my pocket and broke away from the hug, giggling as she lay there on the bed, topless, her pants undone, and with my phone. "Speaking of May…" she added deviously, taunting me with the phone in her hand.

"It's got a number code." I told her, confident she couldn't break in to my phone.

She looked me dead in the eyes. "What do you take me for?" She asked me. She turned her attention back to the phone, and started hitting buttons. Seconds later, she dryly added, "You got a text from your mom. She wants you home by supper time." Oh my God, seriously?! She got in that quickly? "Oh, and what's this? Something from May!" she hit the screen once, then grimaced. She passed the phone back to me. "I dunno about you, but I wouldn't wanna fuck someone with grammar like that." She made a motion like she was about to puke.

I looked at the screen. lol yeah! r u excited 4 drama??? After Nicole's, shall we say, 'conditioning,' I couldn't look at the phone without wincing myself. Oh, well.

Yeah, you? :) I replied, then turned my focus to my mom's text. Thank goodness she said supper time, as I checked my watch and realized it was after six. My dad came from Hungary, and for some reason in Western Europe people just like to eat around the obscene hour of nine. I grew up used to that, and never really discovered how handy it could be.

"Are you gonna ask her out to the dance?" Nicole asked me, breaking me away from my phone.

"Huh?" I asked, turning back to her. She was now sitting on the bed, with all of her clothes on, wearing a black t-shirt that hugged her curves nicely now that her vest was ruined. How does she keep doing that…?

"It's late October, dude. The Halloween dance. It's a week from tomorrow. Are you gonna ask her out to it?"

Dances? Are you kidding? Back in middle school, I stayed away from those like the plague. The one time I was forced to go since the rest of the school did, I ended up hugging the wall where I could see every pre-teen I wanted try to awkwardly dance with any girl they clapped eyes on, hoping to get some some kind of kiss or more as a reward. It was a breeding ground for pre-teen hormones, and it was awful.

Nicole narrowed her eyes, seemingly reading my mind once again. "Oh, you don't get to make a choice, squirt. You're Student Council now. You have to go. Plus, Phil usually has jobs for the lower grades during dances, so you're going."

I sighed. "But I hate dances…"

"Then go with the right girl." Nicole said plainly.

"Can I go with you?" I asked shamelessly.

Nicole's first reaction was to give a small, confused smile and cock her head slightly. "I meant May…" she said slowly, a look of… something in her eyes. She recomposed herself and continued. "I'd love to, squirt, but our horny president himself asked me already, and I said yes. He's still waiting on that kiss." she laughed, then continued. "Look, just get a good date, and you'll have fun. I promise you. Just do it."

"But I suck at asking people out." I whined. "Wait, have you blown Phil?"

"That was abrupt too." She winked, but couldn't hold back the disgust from the suggestion. "God no. Phil just has the hots for me. I haven't done anything with him, and that poor bastard has been trying for two years. How's that for an ego boost, eh squirt?"

She carried out the word 'Squirt,' then noticed my blushing. Laughing, she continued. "I'll sweeten the deal. Get a date for the dance, and I'll blow you after. Deal?"

I laughed. "If I got a date, what makes you think I'd need you for that?"

She laughed back. "Yeah, get May to blow you, then call me. She totally seems like the girl to get down on her knees on the first date."

"Point taken." I said chuckling. "Okay, deal!"

"Great." She grinned.

"'Great'? Maybe you should get with Phil. You're starting to sound like him." I winked at her. She looked at me in sarcastic disbelief before diving at me, pinning me easily beneath her.

"You are so getting punished for that, squirt." she said menacingly. I knew she was kidding, but damn, she knew how to intimidate. I guess 'getting with Phil' wasn't on the top of her bucket list.

Still pinning me, her expression softened and she leaned in, kissing my neck. The rest of her body deflated from its original position of power and eventually she just ended up spooning with me.

"What's that for?" I asked her.

She lifted her head from my neck. "You didn't ask for a reason the first time I showed you my tits, or blew you. Just roll with it." Her head returned to my neck, nuzzling it.

"You're very cuddly today." I observed.

"Yeah, well. I like cuddling. Suck it up." She retorted. I smiled, and my hand started absent-mindedly stroking her hair. She nuzzled up closer to me in response.

After a while of doing this, I realized I was almost falling asleep and had to get home. "What time is it?" I asked her.

"About 7:03." she answered without pulling her head up from my neck, no hint of tire to her voice. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and sure enough, 7:03pm.

"How are you always doing things like that?" I asked her.

"Things like what?" her muffled voice answered me.

"Imitating May's voice, reading my mind, knowing everything…" I trailed off.

"I'm magic, squirt." she replied sarcastically.

"So you're not gonna tell me?"

"Oh, I told you. Grade 11. I'll give you two years, then you'll understand."

"I wonder where I'll be in two years…" I wondered aloud.

"Me too, kid." She answered me disinterestedly.

"I wonder if we'll still be friends then…" My mouth spoke before my mind could filter it.

Silence poured into the air. Then I felt another kiss on my neck. "I hope so." Nicole said softly. "But I dunno. But you gotta realize things. We've known each other three days."

"It feels like a lot longer." I told her.

"I know." she answered softly.

I smiled to myself, then realized I would have to get home soon. I started to get up, and Nicole groaned into my shoulder, wordlessly understanding my intent. She clung to me as I got up, and used me to get on her own two feet.

"Thanks again, Nicole. For pretty much everything you did in the last three days for me." I said to her.

"Hey, what else are friends for?" she asked me, smiling genuinely. She teasingly added, like an afterthought, "Oh, by the by, my parents are always home by seven."

Oh shit. Oh my god. "Why didn't you tell me?!" I asked her frantically as I turned white.

"Because knowing you, you would have clammed up and I wouldn't have gotten to cum twice, that's why." She added, grinning deviously. I groaned and laughed at the same time. Nicole had a way with being honest, I'll give her that.

After realizing that my backpack was still in her car, I made sure I had my phone and checked my pants. All dry. "Take care." I said cheerfully to Nicole as I opened the door to her room, nervous as hell to brave her parents. As I took the first step down the stairs, I felt her hand in mine.

"Don't worry, hotshot. I wasn't gonna make you do this alone." She said warmly. With unexpected enthusiasm, she then led me down the stairs, her hand still in mine. I nearly tripped.

Her kitchen and dining room were merged, so of course that's where her parents would be this time of night, given the time when normal people have their supper. Nicole's mom, identifiable by her long black hair, had her back to me, cooking something on the stove, and her dad was at the table, his head buried in a book. I could make out 'Charles Dickens' on the spine.

Once we were fully down the stairs and ready, Nicole looked at me and gave a small nod. I shrugged in response. Her hand in mine still, she coughed loudly. Her mom and dad, strangely, didn't move.

"Hi mommy, hi daddy." She enthusiastically chirped. "I thought I'd be polite and introduce you to my new friend, Adam Watson."

Nicole's mom turned around to face me, smiling slightly. It was interesting – in her face, she didn't look all that much like Nicole, though it was obvious she got her hair from her mother. She approached me slowly and nodded. "Hello, Adam. It's nice to meet you."

"N-nice to meet you too." I nervously sputtered.

"You seem rather shy." She noted. "I wonder what happened to your earlier boldness, since you're like a deer in headlights now. Did I mention that the walls in this house are paper-thin?" I heard Nicole give a frustrated sigh next to me, and a huge knot built up in my stomach. How long were her parents home?! I examined her eyes for answers. She was smiling at me, but the look her eyes was giving me could kill a man.

"Aaaaaanyway, thanks mom." Nicole sarcastically said, pulling me away from her. Despite me falling out of her line of sight, her mom's eyes stayed exactly where they were. "Dad, meet Adam Watson. He's my new friend."

"Take a number." came the bitter, low, gravelly voice of her father. He didn't even look up from his book, his greying, brownish hair as monotone as his reaction. This was doing nothing to help my nervousness. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I knew Nicole was, how shall I say, 'experienced,' but I never really thought about her parents and how I would seem to them. Before Nicole and I had our little talk this afternoon, I might have actually been a bit upset myself at this. However, all I could do at this point was awkwardly stumble out the door, Nicole in tow.

Once we were outside, I breathed in the cool night air a few times as Nicole plopped a hand on my shoulder. "Um, yeah…" she began. "Sorry about that. My parents kinda know I sleep around."

"You don't say?!" I practically yelled as I tried breathing steadily again, avoiding another panic attack. I used to get them really often.

"They're like this with every guy, but every other guy has given them a reason to dislike them. They may like you, give them a chance."

My stomach was doing backflips. Bring caught like that was like no fear I've ever experienced before. I wanted to apologize, I wanted to go back in history and leave earlier, I wanted everything but for what just happened to be real.

Nicole chuckled softly. "You're a real mess, hotshot." she said sympathetically, taking her hand off my shoulder. She went into her car and retrieved my backpack, and slung it over her shoulder. She then walked back to me and scooped my arm over her other shoulder, beginning to walk me back to my place.

"No, it's okay." I managed to say after we were about halfway there and I could calmly speak again. I hoisted myself off of her and took my backpack from her.

"You sure?" she asked me as she handed me my backpack. I quickly nodded. "Okay then. I'm proud of you, squirt." She then kissed me on the cheek, and cheerfully waved as she set out back towards her house. I waved back as I headed home, still exhaling sharply.

When I got home, I dropped my backpack down on the floor, made my way to the living room, and plopped down on the couch, face first, groaning. Dad was in the room, watching the news.

"You're an hour and a half early." he said, looking at me. "If you had wanted, you could have stayed with your friend longer."

"No, that's okay." came my voice, muffled by the couch. "I was really tired, so I decided to come home early."

"I can see that." He said, turning back to the TV. "So who's the friend?"

Aw crap, here it came. The 'Ooh, it's a giiiirl' moment. Unless…

"The name's Nick." I answered flatly. "Grade 11. Photographer. Really cool."

"Guy or girl?" dad asked me.

Crap. I pulled my face out from the couch and looked up at dad. I sighed. "Girl." I said, defeated.

Dad started waving his arms around in the air. "Danger Will Robinson, danger!" He chanted robotically.

"Dad, no offense, but could you start using references after the '80s?" I asked him dryly.

"So, a girl in grade 11, huh? Hey, shoot for the moon." he said. His eyes gleamed. They always did that when he made a particularly good joke. I think it was his version of smiling.

"It's not like that. We're never going to be a couple, dad." I said, sitting up on the couch. "Just friends."

Dad nodded. "Cool. Didn't mean to intrude."

"No worries!" I told him as my phone buzzed. It was Nicole. You made it home safe?

Nope, I died. I replied.

Oh well. I'll give you a beautiful funeral. ;)

As I texted her, I realized I'd been neglecting May, and checked my messages from her. There was one, sent from her about an hour ago. Oops. yeah totally, were gonna rock :)

I shuddered at her grammar. Thanks, Nicole.