AN: Mature scene inbound.

Girls girls girls

"How are you so good at this?" Shelby asks as she watches me break down an equation she'd been struggling with and then create a graph for it, "I'm honestly starting to think calculus as a whole is my limit." I laugh with her at the clever word play

After hearing that George and I often meet up to study, Shelby had asked for help as well. We've had a few other sessions like this, meeting in the library before classes start so I can look over her work and tutor her when needed. Started with preparing for a chem test but now it's mostly AP Calc. We don't share the same period but I'm also taking the class and unlike her, I actually get this stuff. I get a lot of things these days.

"It just takes a little getting used to. Like she says, the more you do this the more sense it will make." Our teacher says that; don't know how true it is for normal people. Judging by the look on Shelby's face, not very. "Just bear with it for a while."

"Easy for you to say," She snarks. I don't take her frustration personally, she obviously needs to vent. "You've been living your best life this whole semester. Good grades, basketball star, you're Mr. Popular now."

"Things just started clicking for me," I shrug making her groan.

"Then why can't they click for me too? This sucks!" She slumps forward to lay her forehead on the table, a total picture of defeat.

I observe her for a little and decide that math can wait, she won't learn anything in this state anyways.

"What's going on in your life Shelby?" I scoot my chair closer and twist around to lay my hands on her shoulders tentatively. When she doesn't protest I start rubbing them, easily noting the tension in her body. Massage is a skill I have from tending to my mom's feet after long hours standing up. She really appreciates it when I do that for her and it seems Shelby does too, relaxing under my touch. "Come on, we can push off doing math while you talk to me."

"M'kay..." She moves her hair with a quick swipe giving me better access, "It's just so much stress. School work is getting harder, orchestra is preparing for the holidays performance, still have to show up at work every other day, and my parents are getting on my ass about college. I don't say it to their faces but like, I have months to figure it out so just calm the fuck down!"

"I feel you, this college stuff can be stressful with everything that's involved with it. Especially when you don't know exactly what you want to do yet. But you've already put in applications so you have time to relax, figure out your next steps." The cussing clues me in to just how bad she is feeling so I try to sympathize with her. "You have time Shelby, use it."

"Right? So here I am trying to just make it to Christmas and get a break from it all but then I get things like this, effing math that makes no effing sense! Just makes me want to argh! sometimes." I'm sure if she could she'd be making a strangling gesture with her hands. I move my hands up to work on her neck which is tense from emotion and stress. To myself I note how my massage skill leveled from working on feet translates equally well to this situation. This gamer ability is overpowered. "How do you do it?"

"Hm?"

"How do you manage it all? You have all these things you're doing and it looks like you're perfectly fine. Thriving. So how? What's the secret?"

"You know, I wish I could say something that could help you, really do." The gamer is personal and only directly helps me, "But like I said, things just started clicking for me. So that plus putting in the work helps me stay ahead in class and perform as well as I do on the court. Also helps that the things I do are enjoyable and help me decompress all while being good for my future. For your sake I would say to find something that helps relieve the pressure, take a moment to unwind."

"I guess that makes sense, can't really drop school or work so doing something relaxing might work. Any suggestions?"

"It depends on you but maybe something physical. Running or yoga or some kind of sport. Meditation if you like."

"Yoga sounds nice. Doesn't take too much time and I could do it in my room. I'll start doing yoga." She decides, "Could you focus on my shoulders some more? Thanks."

"Yup. And if you ever need help or just someone to talk to, hit me up."

"Ok. Might keep you on speed dial just for those hands." She jokes before slowly sitting up, "But I should finish my homework while I have you here to help."

That spells the end of the massage so we turn back to her homework and knock out a few more problems. In the end I let her copy mine since we didn't have much time.

She gives me a hug when we stand to leave. A full one rather than the usual one-armed side hugs.

"Thanks Lucio," Her hair faintly tickles my neck.

"Any time Shelby, you're one of my good friends after all." I respond.

"One of? Who are the others, George maybe?"

"Nah. George is a bro, that transcends mere friendship."

"Of course, can't forget the sacred bond of bro-hood." She giggles and breaks away, "Let's go to class now."

I ponder the whole scene throughout the day, analyzing it to see how it might have appeared from different perspectives. I get the feeling that our relationship might have changed, perhaps only slightly, and I'm not sure how I feel about it.

High intelligence and wisdom can be a burden at times.

…

During the last school week of the calendar year we had an away game which we won. It's been eight games so far which means I can truthfully say we have yet to lose a game and I have yet to miss a basket. I think that'll be my shtick going forward, something that separates me from other players and will draw more eyes to me. Maybe someday they'll call me Lucio 'Clutch' Campbell, or something along those lines that doesn't sound cringe. Anyways, only played eight games or not, I'm getting some recognition for my stats; averaging twenty-four on a perfect FG percentage along with four assists. Not bad at all.

With the end of the semester came a small party thrown by one of my teammates. It wasn't the only party happening that weekend since I know for sure some football guys were throwing another. I know that because a friend sent me a snap. So it was a basement party with maybe twenty-five people at most – it was supposed to be the guys on the team and a plus one but we're not going to talk about that – good mix of guys and girls. Food, drinks, drink, and weed. Avoided the last one and after taking a sip of their jungle juice decided to leave that alone too. It was actually a fun time; knew most of the people there so I went around chatting them up, dancing a bit, and just enjoying myself. Sara just so happened to be there.

Weird coincidence, am I right?

Speaking of girls, looking back, my interactions with the fairer sex did change after that talk with my parents. Became more of an active participant when they'd flirt with me rather than being cautious about it. The difference only made them more eager to do so. That's how Sara and I got closer to the point where she invited me to hang out and even send illicit pictures to me. So she got my plus one and came to the party wearing tight jeans, a crop top, and a smile that made me feel like I'd made the best decision of my life. One thing led to another and soon enough I knew just what her tight ass felt like as she grinded against me, really working it too.

We end up face to face when the song changes. Her dancing had been really intense so I can feel a boner forming and with the negative distance between us, I'm sure she can feel it too. I give her a wink and step back, my go to move to give me time to cool down, but she moves forward with a smile. Almost flush against me.

"Done already?" She asks coyly, tongue moistening her lips. It doesn't take me long to realize what she's after, the game she's playing. I'd been hesitant about blatantly poking her with my stick but if she was blatantly asking for it…

"Not even close." My hands trail up the side of her jeans to land on her bare waist. She seems to like that.

"Good."

I met her expectations because she starts gyrating. Basically where we left off plus something else in the air. After a while just following her lead, I decide to test the waters; sliding my hands down to grab a cheek each. My hands are large enough to just about palm a basketball so her buns make decently sized handholds. I use them to pull her closer to me and my raging hardon.

She wins the escalation game by tugging my head down to kiss me, tongue and everything. The move surprises me but I get a grip on myself and try to kiss her back, mentally noting the new skill. She grabs my hand when the song ends, leading me up the stairs before hesitating.

"Where to?" I don't think being turned on is the only reason her face is red.

"Eddy locked all the bedrooms and people will need the bathrooms so...garage?"

"Lead the way." I smile in relief while guiding her to the right place. The only other option would have been outside which wouldn't work for what I hope this is leading to. It's cold as hell out there.

We reach the garage and the door is barely closed behind us before she jumps on me, thighs closing around my waist and her mouth on mine. I have the forethought to move to the other side of the car there before losing myself to the moment. At least now we'll have something to hide behind if someone walks in.

"God this is so hot," I squeeze her butt in response. It is indeed hot, even through her jeans. "Hey... so I don't, you know… want to go all the way, but we could have some fun right?"

That's a shame, clearly my luck isn't high enough. A sign to bring it up? But she said fun, "What do you have in mind?" I ask very much curious.

"This..." She drops to her own feet and pulls down my zipper, looking at me as if I would tell her to stop now. Hmph, not even if we'd actually gone outside. A little bit of wiggling lets my dick pop out, throbbing for attention which it receives when she starts stroking it. She goes back to kissing me, talking dirty in between, "Fuck. It's so thick...and hot..."

I appreciate how she said that instead of talking about me being huge or something, much more personal and realistic. I'm not that big, a fraction over average maybe. But all the websites I've checked say that girth can be better than length so I have that going for me. Really turns me on looking down and seeing how much space it takes up in her hands. Makes up for just being a handjob because although I won't complain, the only thing about her hand over mine is that hers isn't mine. There's a cute girl attached to it.

Maybe that's the key to making the most of this...

"Sara, I want to touch you too... Can I?"

She doesn't have to think about it, "Please do."

I get her button unfastened and zipper lowered pretty fast which lets me reach into her jeans and touch her through her panties. She's hot down there. Hot and damp, a good sign from what I've read. She takes a wider stance which helps as I rub where her clit should be.

"Go under them," She moans, grip tightening around my dick. I listen. For the first time ever, my hands come in contact with a girl's pussy. The wetness is much more obvious now. So is the texture. I can feel her lips and the space between them. "Stick a finger inside me... oooh, just like that. Move it in and out!"

Maneuvering inside, I immediately notice how hot it is and how clingy her hole is. I fuck her with a finger and then two with her prompting all the while imagining how good it would feel around my dick. Soon enough I'm panting and straining to last longer while she gets louder and wetter.

"Sara..." It won't be much longer.

"Feels go-ood huh? Are you going to cum soon?" She grabs the hand I have gripping her waist and forcefully puts it on her tit. "Fuck! Squeeze it, I'm close too..."

A girl tells me to squeeze her tit so I squeeze her tit. Probably harder than she intended because seconds later I cum with a loud groan. Body jerking as sperm shoots out onto the ground and thankfully not the car. I absently hear Sara's muted cry and feel her walls spasm around my fingers.

Would you look at that? A skill and XP.

"So," I begin, not really sure what exactly I should say here. "So that just happened."

"Duh. Tease a girl like you've been doing for the past month and don't be surprised when she makes a move." She sends a smirk up at me all the while her hand continues to stroke my dick. My still hard dick.

"Trust me, you won't get any complaints from me. I really like this side of you. Maybe you should keep making the moves then?" The first one doesn't seem to have been enough.

"Hm, maybe I will, maybe I won't. Maybe if you tell me what you really want?" She bats her eyelashes in faux innocence. A hard look to pull off when the evidence is right there throbbing in her hand. But from what I'm picking up in her tone and expression, I get the feeling there's an opportunity for more here. I doubt she's changed her stance on full on sex but maybe I can work on my new foreplay skill a bit.

"You want to go again? Take care of me one more time and then I return the favor?" With her watching, I bring up the hand that had been in her pants and give the fingers a lick in what I hope is a seductive way. Kind of salty and a little something else too but not disgusting. "I promise you, you won't regret it." Do I have a skill for that? No. But assuming it won't be tied into foreplay, it's a skill I'm willing to work towards.

She fidgets for a moment while thinking over what I'd hinted at; a blowjob in return for going down on her. Her eyes flit from my dick to the fingers I was still licking and then back. "Fuck it." I have no words for how I feel when she drops to her knees. This is really happening. "But you better not go wild on me, let me do the moving."

I nod excitedly. Wouldn't have done that anyways because making her throw up on me would definitely kill the mood. "For sure."

"Hmm..." She just stares at my dick for the longest and right when I was starting to think she'd change her mind she leans in and gives it a lick on the tip. Several more licks and she takes part of it in her mouth. Her very hot mouth.

"Oh fuck..." I didn't even know I could get these sensations from my dick, that's how good the combination of softness, warmth, and pressure feels. She goes a bit further before pulling back, sending me a wink before she dives back in and makes me let out another groan. Everything about her mouth is better than I'd ever imagined. "Stop teasing Sara, fuck..."

I resist the temptation to throw my head back cause I want to burn every moment of this into my brain. Her eyes gazing up at me while her lips create a tight seal around my dick. My first blowjob. It seems to both fly by and move at a snail's pace but eventually she's sucking on a good portion of it which seems to be all she can take without gagging. I mentally shrug, forgetting about that last inch or so, and focus on the pleasure she's giving me. And then the worst thing happens, my phone rings in my pocket.

Who the hell…

"Don't stop," I tell her even as I reach for the damn thing, luckily she doesn't. Moves even faster actually. "Yo-oh, what's up?" She did that on purpose.

"Lucio. Bro, where you at? We're about to start the Secret Santa exchange soon. You have to be here."

"Oh snap, didn't notice the time." I really hadn't. "I'll be right back."

"Aight bro." He hangs up and I turn back to what's going on down south. Credit her aggressive pace for my being right on the edge at that moment.

"I'm about to cum Sara," She takes the warning and pulls back, wrapping a hand around the saliva coated appendage and finishes me off that way. Aiming at the previous patch of cum on the ground. This time when the tap runs out, my dick actually goes down. Likely knowing we're done for now.

"Let me see your phone," She says standing up. I give it to her with some confusion. A moment later she returns it with her name having been edited in my contacts log. She put a tongue emoji after the last 'a.' "That way every time you see my name, you'll remember what you owe me."

"Of course," I laugh. Tongue for the tonguing I owe her. "I'm starting to really like you Sara."

"After I just blew you? You'd better!" She laughs while tugging up her jeans and buttoning them. "Don't think I'll forget either. I'm calling in that card sooner than later."

"Trust me, I would never forget." I literally can't.

We find some wipes to clean ourselves and the ground before going back to the basement. Try as we might, the smiles are hard to hide.

Late update; blame my unstable work schedule. On the bright side this means there will be two updates this week.