Four Weeks Later
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"I done thought the president came to town when all them shiny black cars went by. The Kims sure did make an entrance!" —Pop from the Dime-In.
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.. LISA..
My hand fists Rosé's soft silky blonde hair, and I kiss the crook of her neck just as her hand brushes down my stomach and beneath my waistband. Her fingers pull and tug at my briefs eagerly before fully shoving her hand down my pants and gripping my hard cock.
"You're always hard." She arches a brow as if my having a boner all the time is a bad thing. It's only a problem if I don't have something to rid of it.
"What do you plan to do about it?" My voice is husky. Her wet tongue slides along her bottom lip lapping up her sticky lip gloss, her eyes narrowing in on her arm extended down my pants.
I'd be all over her if I thought this would end any different than any other time she had her hand down my pants. She's a cock tease. She'll fondle my dick, pump it a few times and then throw up the shy card, leaving me with blue balls and a hard as rock veiny cock for the rest of the fucking day.
The bell rings, and I step away just enough for her to lose her grip so I can situate myself and zip up my pants. My cock is sensitive and pissed as I shove it back down, but I have gym class, and Coach will roast my ass if I don't show up. It's the end of senior year, and all eyes are on me. I have a free ride to play at Texas College, and every teacher and passerby lets me know just how proud they are of me. Talk about fucking pressure.
I don't know if playing ball is even what I want anymore…
"You can be late," Rosé giggles, reaching for my shirt.
"Easy," I tell her, her excitement sexy but desperate. She's too obliging sometimes. Pushing her hands away, she looks up at me with pouty blue eyes. "I gotta get to class, or Coach will come looking for me," I explain. If anyone is watching me closely, it's him. I'm a golden stamp on his resume of coaching football.
"Whatever." Rosé smacks her lips, fixing her ponytail in an uncaring matter. "The squad needs to get together to see who is all going to cheer-camp this summer anyway," she huffs. Trying to put herself back together after making out with me. Rosé's the cheer captain and about as stereotypical as you can get. Blonde hair, blue eyes, perky tits, strong legs, and her nose held above everyone else's in the school.
Tossing my letterman jacket over my shoulder, I casually step out of the photography room and into the crowd of students rushing to their next class. Knowing the drill, Rosé will step out and walk the other way two minutes after.
A hard shoulder bumps into me, knocking my steps sideways.
"Did you nail her?" Bobby laughs, running his hand through his shaggy brown hair that he disheveled walking into me. He's a foot taller than me, tan skin, and plays offense. He did have two black gauges in his earlobes before the coach had him remove them, so in true rebellion fashion, he got a tattoo on his forearm displaying our mascot, the Blue Cats, of scratches slashing through his arm and blue blood staining his skin. The girls in this school have thought he's hot shit since. I don't show my tattoo off as much.
"Come on, how many Home EC classes are you going to miss and snuggle up with Miss Pom-poms only to head to practice and poke me in the ass with a hard-on," he teases.
"Hopefully, the wait will be worth the blue balls," I half laugh.
"So, then you need to wear a cup today?" He tilts his head to the side, and I smirk, shaking my head.
"Don't act like you don't like my cock—"
"Lisa!" Turning at the sound of Coach's voice, he stands wide at the end of the hall, his hands on his hips. He's taller than any student passing by him, the lights above casting a glow on his bald head. That fucking whistle he blows every five seconds in practice hanging around his neck.
"We're outside today," he informs sternly. I nod, and take a right, heading to the football field.
"I'm telling you, man, if you get Rosé up the ass, you'd be the most famous player in school!" Bobby continues, following me outside. I don't say anything back. I don't love Rosé, I don't even really like her. She's a challenge if anything. Senior year in high school, what can I say… I'm fucking bored. I'm ready to get out of this town, and away from my deadbeat dad.
Once outside, the smell of summer is just out of reach. The sun shining, and the smell of the mowed grass in the air.
"What are you doing this summer?" Bobby changes the subject.
I shrug. "I plan on drinking and fucking everything that walks past until I'm shipped off to college."
He laughs. I toss my jacket on the bench and grab a football from the ball bin.
Parties and pussy sound like every fucking day in this town, along with football. I'm bored of it all, and need something more… promiscuous. Leave this town with more than the kid who was great at football. Looking at the pigskin in my hands, I just don't feel the excitement like I used to. Not since I lost my mom. Sighing, I lift my arm up to throw the ball across the field, Bobby runs back catching the ball with his arms flexed for the girls on the bleachers, tossing a charming grin their way. I grab another ball from the bin and toss it at his head.
"Hey!" His face turns red, and I have to bite back my smile. "Hey, you pick a college yet?" He acts as if nothing happened.
"Not sure," I lie and shrug him off by tossing the ball back and forth. Truth is if I told him, he'd try to get into the same college and I'm not sold on even going.
Coach watches as we toss the ball, everyone doing their normal routine for class.
The preppy bitches sit on the bleachers gossiping, Rosé sitting in the middle of them all holding court. The nerds stand with their arms crossed and phones out over on the grass, oblivious to the world, and us jocks make sure to stay fit even though it's off season.
He only watches the athletes, making sure we stay active. Otherwise, it being the end of the year, everyone gets to do whatever they want.
Suddenly two black SUVs drive past the field, grabbing everyone's attention in class. Even Coach squints in the direction of the vehicles. The cars pull up in front of the school and slowly come to a stop. Catching the ball, I raise my hand and glance at the polished black cars. This is a small town, and I've never seen such expensive cars drive through here, especially at this school.
The driver in the first car gets out, he's wearing a suit and tie, and looks important. We all form into a crowd, nosy as fuck and curious who sits behind the tinted windows in the back.
The driver opens the back doors, and a man and a woman get out. They're dressed to impress. The man with short dark hair, and dress shirt and slacks. His eyes look the school over with disgust and a hard stare. The woman is wearing a peach dress with a huge floppy hat. She looks at the school, sliding her hat off. She leans into the man, her husband I presume, talking to him.
"Who is that?" Bobby whispers to nobody in particular. Maybe it's someone scouting talent or a school board attendant. Whoever it is, they are rich and not scared to show it to the town.
The driver in the second SUV gets out, he's much older than the other driver but still wears a suit and a solemn look on his face. He opens the back door and a foot clad in colorful beads slowly descends to the cracked asphalt. A red string inked into the ankle grabs more than my attention, it makes my dick jerk in a familiar way. I've seen tattoos on kids my age before, but it's usually a tramp stamp or a butterfly. That string on the dip of her ankle … I've seen that only once before. It can't be a coincidence either!
My eyes run up the legs to a pair of shorts with a heart patch sewn into the left ass cheek, a belt of rainbow colors frayed and swinging around her silky thighs. Biting my bottom lip, I scan farther up to a low dipped olive-green shirt splotched with yellow. I take notice of the bare skin around her collarbone, I've never paid much attention to a chick's neck before, but this girl has my jaw grinding to sink my teeth into her soft skin. Running my gaze over her once more, bracelets of beads and string wrap around each wrist. She finally turns and my mouth parts at the whole package.
She has brown wavy hair with a white flower headband wrapped around her forehead. She's unlike anything I've seen in Forest Creek High. She's down to earth but in a natural disaster kind of way. She looks my way and familiar eyes pull at my chest. Taking a step forward, I try and get a better look. Familiarity has my lips parting, and my feet aching to get closer.
"She's def in the wrong place." Rosé smacks her gum, her squad of bimbos agreeing with her.
"Ew, her shirt is tie-dye. I stopped wearing tie-dye in like, the fourth grade," Joy, Rosé's best friend, backs her up. Joy is a little heavier than Rosé but looks exactly the same otherwise. Blonde hair and blue eyes. Only difference is, Joy has let me fuck her, she's let all my buddies fuck her, and Rosé knows nothing about it. I think Joy likes having something over Rosé.
The woman and man rush to the girl's side and assist her inside of the school. The way they act, I assume it's her parents.
The drivers don't follow them in though, they stand outside by the front of the cars with their hands crossed in front of them. My brows knit together with curiosity. The night of spring break, the girl, that tattoo, and the way she dresses... Not many girls look like that. It has to be the girl from that night.
"Show's over, everyone back to where they were!" Coach yells, his hands on his hips and face drawn as if he's uninterested.
Tossing the ball in the air, the little hippie girl is stuck in my mind. Is she the girl from spring break? Is she going here now?
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