Unbalanced – Chapter 10

Tim continued to sit at the table reigning in the laughter. Jules' face was an uproarious mix of shock, surprise, hilarity and suspicion. He had to admit to feeling slightly ridiculous, his hair hanging like a straight curtain passed his cheek. The look on her face was worth it though. She looked fresh and unbelievably sweet. Laughter bubbled up from her and made the Coach peek over his newspaper to check out the situation. Her hands came up to clasp her stomach while she bent over and laughed. It was a beautiful sound, not so much the snort that erupted from her at one point but lovely all the same.

"What did you do to your hair?" she laughed. The Coach scowled at her. Tim couldn't believe that he was still being so tough on her. On the positive, it wasn't him on the receiving end. She scooted to the seat next to him and the Coach nodded at her, like she was doing him a favour by extending the hand of friendship. Tim had to contain his amusement, it was like an atrociously painful sit-com.

"Seriously it's okay," Tim said to the Coach. He really should be doing more to alleviate this situation. He coached his face into one of innocence and ran his hand over his hair "I'm trying something different."

"Sometimes change isn't a good thing, especially in your case." she chuckled as she spread jelly on her toast. Tim watched her transfixed as she took an inhuman size bite of her slice of toast. It turned him on seeing her eat with such voracity. Watching him lick the sticky red jelly residue off her own lips made his pants tighten and he wondered how it was possible that she was unaware of her effect on him. She turned to him, grinning smugly about her comment and then purposefully ignored him. Tim wondered how one girl could be so unpredictable, keeping him on his toes. He resumed his conversation with the Coach tapping his foot to try and release the nervous tension in him that was building. He felt something touch his leg, nudging it. He snuck a look at Coach and then cursed his stupidity, it was Jules.

Tim sat still purposefully not reacting to her overture. Even though it was nice and didn't threaten the dryness of his pants. Then the joker in him decided to take her on, beat her at her own game. He darted a glance towards the Coach and then his led his hand beneath the table. Tim trickled his hand down to her thigh. He softly brushed his finger along the seam of the jeans, luxuriating in her body heat through the denim. Her gasp at the moment of his first touch was rewarding too. He moved his finger back and forth, back and forth, keeping the intensity the same slowly driving him and her to near craziness. He wanted to run that finger all over her body and other places too. The ever- felt presence of the Coach dampened his desire slightly but didn't stop his onslaught. He moved his hand to the top of her thigh. The soft curve of it fitting perfectly in his bowed palm, her body heat seemingly rising a couple of degrees. He continued to speak to the Coach, distracted by the nearness of her. His face was an illustration of complete disinterest and calmness. Her breathing quickened unnoticed by their company so he started to inch his hand down towards...

"Julie, you could at least try and be a part of the conversation. Where have your manners disappeared?" Tami Taylor asked from behind them as she entered the room. Tim removed his hand faster than you could say ejaculate and the moment was gone.

Tim rose from the table and announced "Uh I think I might go to school now. Julie? Ready?" as he rushed towards the door. He needed to be with her, have his hands on her, and have her hands on him. He froze at the door realising how incredible rude he was being and how he'd broken his vow to be a good house guest.

"Tim, it's a little early for school isn't it?" Tami asked to the still Tim waiting in the doorway. Her voice broke through his dazed desire, like she could smell on him the naughty thoughts he was having about her daughter. That she had a sneak peek of his 24/7 Julie Taylor Porn-a-Rama channel. Julie voice jumped in to save his ass.

"Tim's offered to pick up Lois this morning Mom. Isn't that nice of him?" Tami broke into a huge smile, he was shocked that her smile could make him feel so nice over a non existent offer, while simultaneously feeling incredibly guilty.

"That's lovely of you Tim. Julie could pick up some of your niceties." Julie scowled at that, he couldn't blame her. She was getting it from all angles. He'd like to give it to her from all angles, bad thought, keep it contained Rigs.

"Uh thanks Mrs Taylor. We better head off," he hurried through the door, needing to escape the pressure. He strode out of the house so fast that Julie had to run to catch up with him. They drove in silence for a couple of minutes. He turned to examine her face and saw that she was looking at him already. Her bottom lip was caught by her teeth. The sight making him sharply pull off the road and park adjacent to a vacant lot. The truck shuddered to a stop. He moved faster than a bullet to her side and they were swiftly all over one another. Their hormones were racing and Tim had to struggle to keep things somewhat PG, this was not a normal girl he was dealing with. She broke away, her absence immediately felt looked over Tim's shoulder

"Someone might see us Tim," she worried. It was a valid concern, the thought of the Coach finding out made him shake in his shoes. There were no pedestrians in this area of Dillon but there was some traffic. They needed to get lower to be out of sight. He kissed her again leaning into her so she was effectually on her back along the seat of the truck with Tim atop of her. Perfect. He had her under him and they were sheltered from the world's enquiring gaze, a win for both him and the future safety of his balls.

"Problem solved," he murmured into her mouth and they both broke into laughter. He liked that they could have fun, that she could make him laugh. Tim would freely admit that he wasn't the jovial type but she definitely brought out the funny bone in him. Bone hmm, stay. This morning with the hair was something he would never have done for anyone else but her. He guessed that there was something strong about their effect on one another – both physical and on a personal level.

Things were getting pretty hot and heavy, he resisted the temptation to place his hands anywhere that slipped into an adult classification. Tim also made sure that he wasn't squashing her, a real concern when thinking about their weight differential. Tim sighed at the feeling of her hands across his shoulders and across his back. He'd been without this specific joy the afternoon before. She traced his muscles and he pressed his skin further into her touch. She grabbed his butt, cradling it and squeezing it. He had to admit to being surprised but someone as passionate as Jules wasn't going to be entirely predictable. He felt her hands crawl up beneath his shirt, running along his bare skin. He wanted them both naked as the day they were born, pressed up against one another, now. He groaned with her touch, amazed that she could make him feel so drugged, so dazed, so delightfully hot.

Tim's attention fixed back onto her mouth. The memory of her pink tongue licking the jelly off of her lip and her licking him made him instantaneously hard. He moved in assaulting her lips. Tim caught himself murmuring to her again as he nuzzled her neck and licked her hickey. The sensitive flesh reacted to the laving, goose bumps breaking out across her body. She tasted like strawberries and jelly.

"You taste like fruit too," he murmured thinking about her smelling like fruit salad. Giggles erupted from her and the vibrations made him harden more. He turned his attention towards the stream of blonde hair swathed around her head and trailing off the seat. Tim couldn't help himself. He touched a strand tentatively and then twirled it around his finger. He spread his fingers and let the hair fall between them.

"I use your shampoo and my hair doesn't feel like this," he joked. She reached up to his by-the-book hair and ruffled it laughing. He remembered the comb over and thanked her silently for mussing it.

"You use my shampoo?" she seemed pretty tickled by this idea. His head rose from her neck and gave a quick grin at her amusement. It wasn't enough to distract his attention away from her neck though.

"Yeah it smelled like you," He admitted. Obviously that was the major draw of using it. His kisses moved from her neck to her chest, Tim's body straining with the effort not to dip beneath the neckline of her t-shirt. He didn't want to rush her but it was becoming increasingly difficult to reign himself in. Their experience levels were wildly different. He didn't even know if she had slept with QB, he temporarily tensed at the thought of her with another guy and then pushed it aside. Jules was with him now and that was all that mattered.

Julie sat up straight, he felt abandoned "Oh my goodness Tim, we're going to be late for school," Tim looked at the clock and realised that she was speaking the truth. He was used to being late so he laughed into her tender skin. He might be used to it but she wasn't.

"Seriously Tim we need to go," he kept laughing and kissing her and she allowed him to draw her into another kiss. She was seriously addictive. He could spend the rest of the day in his truck trading kisses and laughter. She pulled away.

"Tim, my parents!" She cried. At that he sat up straight, the horror of it dawning on him. Both parents were on site, this could be unbelievably bad.

"Seatbelt," he ordered her, he couldn't have her injured. He waited until she had followed his request. In one motion he had the truck started and travelling along the route to school. They got to the school in record time and ran into the school building. A lone individual was waiting for them both in the school corridor. Arms crossed and incredibly tense, Tim stepped in front of Jules wanting to shield her from the mountain of rage that was surely coming their way.

Author's Note – Thanks for the well wishes, I had a lovely sleep thank you. Unfortunately I will not be as productive as I was yesterday. Never fear I am hoping to have the next PoaP chapter out in around three hours. Thanks for the comments about the humour, it was purposeful in Tim's chapters. Teen girls tend to be a lot more melodramatic in tense situations whereas boys tend to joke to diffuse situations. I am just happy that what I intend to raise a chuckle does. Keep laughing, WhoJ.