Sam
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I feel Freddie's arms wrap around my torso and I roll my eyes in disgust. I want to murder someone. I look around the school gym. This is what happens when the art teacher looses her room and takes the health room. I look at Carly with Glenn Rockwell as her partner. I could tell she was eyeing Nina Barret with Adam as her partner.
" Now guys. Your gonna make a fist with your left hand with your thumb side against your lady's abdomen, the midline slightly above the naval, well below the tip of the xiphoid." Mr. Zemen says. Mr. Zemen is the school health teacher. Getting to the balding stage of his life, dresses like our gym couch and hates horny teenagers more than anything in the world. He has always been on my top three teachers I hate list. I feel Freddie move his head to see what he's doing as he stands behind me. I hate this so much. Mr. Zemen had partnered Freddie and I together because of my attendancy to annoy Freddie.
" You are going to grasp the fist with your right hand, you are going to press into your lady's abdomen with a quick upwards thrust. Now, I don't want you guys trying it until I get to you." Mr. Z says. I stand there with Freddie's arms around me just waiting for Mr. Z to come.
" I hate you." I say to Freddie in a low voice.
" Hate you too Puckett." He says back in a low voice.
" Okay Benson. Show me your skills." I roll my eyes. I feel Freddie's thrusts into my abdomen, slightly above my naval, below the tip of my xiphoid. Oh my gosh, I can't believe I remembered that. Freddie's hands let go of my body and I feel relieved.
" Now let's do some mouth to mouth resuscitation." Mr. Z says. My eyes grow big.
" Mr. Z. There is no way I am letting his mouth come near to mine." I say to Mr. Z as he passes us.
" Does he have herpes? Does he have syphilis?" He asks back.
" No." I reply.
" Then your mouth, is going to be with, his."
" But I think I'm gonna puke."
" Then puke on him." He says. He walks away from Freddie and I. " Ladies. Get on your back's on the ground and make sure your knees are bent."
I groan. I don't want this. I don't want to do this but I have to. I get down on my back and bend my knees.
" Men. Kneel down to your ladies and listen to me. With your middle and pointer finger, title her head up." Freddie's fingers take my chin and lift it up. " Then with your two fingers, you will check her pulse on her neck." His fingers place them selves on my neck. " Take the CPR mask from the package kit and place the mask over her face. You cup her chin and press her nose while giving her three breathes. I just want you guys for right now to just put the mask aside and pinch her nose and cup her chin to understand what you will be doing." I sigh and Freddie leans his head down to pinch my nose while cupping my cheek. His eyes were looking deep into mine.
" What are you looking at?" I ask in my weird nostril voice.
" Nothing." He says chuckling. I blush a bit. Why the hell am I blushing?
" Now put the mask over your partner and give them three breaths. Afterwards you will give them thirty push downs in the middle of their chest but we're not going to do that. Just the breathes." Mr. Z says. Freddie puts the mask on my face. It's like a condom but for my face. Should I pull that joke on him? No.
" It's like a condom for her face." I hear Gibby say. Oh Gibby. I feel so sorry for Andrea Wood.
" No Gibby! It's a mask! Not a condom!" Mr. Z yells. " Now. Give your partners three breathes while pinching her nose and cupping her cheek." I start to hesitate as I see Freddie's head lean down to mine. I close my eyes so I don't have to make this worse as it is. I feel his lips through the plastic. My brain plays some sex scene in my brain. Hot and steamy with, Freddie on top of me? It too perfect like it was a scene from a movie. I start to gasp in the scene that only means one thing, orgasm. I see my self coming to my high point. Oh no. I push Freddie off of me, completely stopping the scene in my head. I sit up and rip the mask off my face. I breath heavily. I look over to Freddie who was lying next to me. He was catching his breath.
" What is wrong with you? I gave you one breath and you spazz out?" Freddie asks. I turn my eyes away from him and see everyone looking at me.
" None of you business!" I yell at them.
" What is wrong?" Freddie asks sit up and moving next to me.
" It felt like you we're kissing me." I say in a light voice, going into the fetal position.
" There is a difference between a kiss and mouth to mouth resuscitation Sam." Freddie says lightly near to my face.
" Just, don't kiss me." The bell rings, echoing the gym. I stand up and grab my backpack, running out of the gym.
Freddie
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I grab my backpack and follow Sam out of the gym to her locker for dismissal. I look at Carly's locker and she isn't there.
I come to Sam and lean against the locker next to her's.
" Care to explain to me what happened?" I ask. Sam slams her locker shut. She looks at me.
" It's none of your business. Trust me. Don't get too caught up in it."
" Did you picture us two having steamy sex with you on top of me?" I ask. Sam looks at me questionably.
" Yeah but, the other way around. Meaning by, you we're on top, of me." Sam replies. " Why did you?"
" No." I say. I was totally lying. The same thing happened to me. I expect her to punch me but she does not.
" And I thought it couldn't get any more awkward than this." Sam says.
" Yeah."
The second bell rings announcing dismissal. Sam walks around me leading her way out.