After The Energists: Rebooted Teen YearsChapter 53: Life’s Been Good free porn video
Medway High Cafeteria
12:10pm, Wednesday, March 14, 1979
“Who said you could snag any of my fries?” I asked in a faux, semi-annoyed tone at Sammy, after she failed at sneaking a couple of Medway’s finest delicacies from my tray.
“Nobody,” Sammy replied with a grin as she munched on the two crispy potato strips. “Besides, who in their right mind eats French fries with P-B and J sandwiches?”
“My good looking boyfriend, that’s who,” Lynette surprisingly said as she unexpectedly walked towards our regular lunch group.
“Hey, Lava-Lips! What are you doing here?” I replied as I totally wasn’t expecting to see my girlfriend during our sixth period lunch.
“Mrs. Bumstead didn’t survive the whole day. We were told the flu claimed another teacher, so no PE for this gal, today!”
“Here, sit, Lynette,” Paul said as he scooted down a chair, offering the one he sat on beside me to my girlfriend. “Have a few of Cuda’s fries, too. He may only get one or two of them, anyhow.” As my best friend was speaking, his redheaded girlfriend reached over and snagged a dozen or so of my suddenly dwindling amount of fries.
“Thanks, but no thanks, Paul,” Lynette said with a smile. “I wouldn’t mind stealing Cuda for a few moments, though.”
“What, spending Saturday night together wasn’t enough time for the two of you?” Cathy chuckled and winked at both of us.
“You of all people should know that a girl can’t get enough of Cuda,” Lynette replied as she pressed her bosom against the back of my head and squeezed her boobs tightly along the sides of my head.
“Now it’s getting real deep in here!” Paul exclaimed and pushed his chair slightly away and lifted his feet up off the floor in fake disgust.
“The truth will set you free, my friend!” I chuckled as Lynette lifted her bosom from my head and reached down to grab my right hand with her left. As my chair squealed from being slid backwards, I turned to Sammy and said, “Enjoy, Fry thief!”
Paul’s girlfriend was already reaching for my fries as she winked up at Lynette and me. As we moved between the line of tables, Sammy sharply said, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
I had to chuckle as that was the line I fired at her and Paul before they zoomed off on his dirt bike on Sunday afternoon.
“What’s up, Lava-Lips?” I softly said as we walked hand in hand towards the rear exit and the smoker’s area behind the cafeteria.
“I’ll tell you in a minute,” she replied as I held the door open for her. Lynette looked wholesome this afternoon in her contrasting scarlet and white, fleece sweat-suit. Her scarlet pants flowed loosely over legs but accented her tight butt as she walked. The white with a scarlet ‘Medway’ across her bosom fleece sweatshirt provided enough warmth for her as we walked past the dozen or so smokers, along the line of cedar trees which separated the field hockey pitch from the JV football practice field.
When we reached the end of trees, Lynette softly said, “Sit, please,” as she sank down on her tail, sitting Indian-style.
“Okay,” I simply said as I sat down beside her and put my left hand on the back of her neck to gently massage her traps and deltoids.
“There’s no easy way to say this, so, uh ... Sammy was kinda pissed at Paul after their Sunday afternoon scenery session. Not breaking up with him, pissed. Just, well ... she was sexually frustrated with him, kinda pissed.”
“What? Get out of town?” I replied with a confused look on my face.
“Yesterday, after choir practice, Sammy cornered me and vented about Paul’s screw up; and refusal to, um, to try something new, which Sammy wanted to do. See, Paul forgot to bring the condoms when they went dirt biking. So after doing a little oral fun, Sammy ... well, she asked Paul to take her ass-cherry, and he downright refused because it just seemed like a, pardon the pun, a shitty thing to do.”
“No way, he wouldn’t have turned that down, would he?” I said with a look of amazement on my face at the conclusion of that story.
“He did and that, that pissed Sammy off, as well as, it just really embarrassed her, you know. That, that was a difficult thing for Sammy to request, and Paul immediately shot her down.”
“Dang,” I softly said as I moved my hand from Lynette’s shoulder area and started to gently scratch her back through her soft, fleece top. “So, is there anything you want me to say to Paul about this?”
“Well, actually, there is,” Lynette said as a sly grin spread across her face.
“Oh, Lord!” I exclaimed as I immediately recognized that a ‘simple talking to‘ wasn’t what Lynette and, as I was soon to find out, Sammy had in mind as far as me talking to Paul entailed.
“Cuda, I need to relate the back story to my, to Sammy’s and my request, first. So, please let me get this out and then we, Sammy and I, we both agreed to let you decide if you are good with our request, and about talking to Paul about it. Okay?”
“The grass is all yours,” I replied as I swept my right hand out in front of us.
As I continued to scratch over Lynette’s back with my left fingers while waiting for Lynette to organize her thoughts, I soon discovered that the navy bra she wore earlier in the day under her sky blue blouse wasn’t there under her white sweatshirt. This was the second time that Lynette went braless, while wearing a thick, fleece sweatshirt. ‘Who was I to complain about it, though,’ I rhetorically asked myself?
“As you know, I’ve sorta told my girls about some of the things we’ve done, and um, I hope you’re not upset with me for that,” Lynette stated, then paused to gauge my feelings on that well known revelation. When she saw me smile down at her, she sighed deeply and then decided to lie back on the grassy hillside. She used her hands as a cradle for her head and peered up at me from her stretched out position, before struggling to look around for anyone nearby.
I took a quick look around, back through and down along the cedar trees, and said, “No one is around, Lava-Lips, you can tell me whatever you need to say.”
“Well, uh, because Sammy has heard from me and Cathy how good having your ass fucked feels, she’s, um, she’s been wanting to try it, too. And when Paul refused to do that with her, she ... Sammy kinda asked me if, um, if I’d ask you about possibly, may be having something like a foursome party with you taking her ass cherry, while I, you know, kinda keep Paul occupied with my own lava-lips.” Lynette gulped in a huge amount of air at the conclusion of that rambling request for a Sammy and Paul foursome with us.
“Let me see if I heard you correctly,” I replied in a surprisingly calm voice. “Sammy asked you, yesterday about seeing if I’d like to have a foursome with her and Paul. And during this wild play date, Sammy wants me to do her in her butt, while you and Paul are ... taking care of your own business. Do I have it straight?”
With her face suddenly turning beet red as I plainly repeated her request, Lynette softly stammered, “Ba, basically, yes.”
“And the two of you think this, this sharing of your bodies with us is a good idea ... with Paul and me being best friends and all.”
“If, if you’re able to talk to him and let him know that this will be nothing more than a fun experience, I, uh, Sammy and I, we believe it won’t cause any troubles within our friendship. I know this has kinda came at you out of left field, but, um, I’d really like to do this for Sammy...” and then a huge grin spread across her face before she added, “and, because Sammy told me that Paul has a beautiful uncut cock, which she said is a lot of fun to play with.”
I moved my left hand over Lynette’s fleece sweatshirt from her right shoulder, along the outside of her torso to the side of her now slightly heaving right breast. With my sitting body blocking my left hand’s movements, I lightly ran my fingers over her fleece shirt to where her braless, puffy right nipple was beginning to make its presence known to my view. Lynette closed her eyes and breathed deeply as the light touch of my fingers and soft fleece feeling on her sensitive nipple started to fire up her sexual engine.
After she licked her lips and swallowed hard, I calmly stated, “So, Lava-Lips, after this weekend’s fun my unusual shaped cock isn’t enough for you. So, now you want to feel my best friend’s beautiful, uncircumcised cock between your hot, lava lips, huh?” As I posed that question to Lynette, I captured her large puffy nipple between my thumb and index finger and gave it a gentle, fleece-lined twist.
“Oh! God! Cuda! Please! You, uh, you know that ain’t truuue. I just ... Sammy wants to do this soooo bad, and the four of us getting together like that is ... is the best way to do this without going behind Paul’s back. I, uh, can’t help it if there are some fun benefits for meee-ahhh, too.” Lynette’s head turned from side to side and her legs flopped up and down as she struggled to speak while I was playfully tormenting her right nipple through her fleece sweatshirt.
“Do I stop now, or finish this for you?” I softly asked Lynette as her nostrils flared and her neck area started to flush red.
“Please, Cuda, Please!”
“Please, what, Lava-Lips,” I restated for her to decide on the next course of action.
“Stop! Dang it! I can’t take any more of this without flooding my britches, and THAT wouldn’t be good.” Lynette quickly slapped my left hand from her breast and bolted upright into a sitting position. After taking a few seconds to collect her wits, she then added, “So, Sammy and I agreed that we’d leave this decision up to you. Then, if you thought it would be okay, we’d like for you to come up with a way to convince Paul that this foursome would be a lot of fun for each of us.”
“Can I think about it a little bit, and get back with you, say at our band practice, tonight?”
“Most definitely, Cuda. Take as much time as you need to decide and figure out how you’re going to work on Paul. We ... we probably couldn’t do this ‘til sometime during our spring break week, anyway.”
Lynette pushed herself up to her feet, and reached down to help me up as she mentioned the possible time frame for this little get-together. As we started to walk back to the cafeteria, she squeezed my hand and added, “It can’t happen this weekend. Don’t you have a date lined up with Jennifer and her gymnast friend, Colleen, on Saturday after the gymnastics championships?”
“Ah, as far as I know, yes,” I replied as I felt Lynette swing our joined hands behind my back, followed by a soft swat to my blue jean covered butt.
“What type of answer is, ‘As far as I know’?” Lynette quizzically asked as we neared the smoking area.
“Jennifer is supposed to give me some more information on it, tonight. She’s been in touch with Colleen on things, but I only know that they’ll be staying at the Armories Hotel on Friday and Saturday night.”
“Must be nice to be in such high demand for ‘Cherry-Taking-Services‘. You’ve taken mine, Cathy’s, you’re soon to have Jennifer’s and Colleen’s. And now, you’ve got Sammy’s backdoor cherry available for the taking ... if you really want it.”
“That isn’t something that I’ve set out to accomplish, and you know that,” I countered with a touch of annoyance in my voice.
“Wow, stop, stop, stop, Cuda,” Lynette softly replied as she used her strength to halt my walking and used her right arm to spin me towards her. “I’m not upset with you or accusing you of being a horn-dog, here, Mike. You’ve been nothing be a sweet gentleman, and I’ve loved every minute of my time with you, and I’ve been and will be one-hundred percent behind all of these activities. I KNOW you’ll give Jennifer, Colleen and Sammy a wonderful time, and that is a major thing for a girl during her first time with a man.”
“Sorry, then, Lynette,” I offered as I pulled her in for a hug. I then whispered in her ear, “I was almost twenty-years-old when I lost my virginity the first time through this life, so I’m still a little unnerved by having this much lovin’, with so many amazingly beautiful and sweet girls.”
“Twenty, really?” Lynette whispered back as she pushed away from my shoulder to look in my eyes.
“Yes, twenty, and it wasn’t all that great, either.”
“No way!” she shouted which got the attention of the dozen or so smokers and Mrs. Moscovich, who was the teacher on patrol during this lunch period.
I simply nodded at my girlfriend’s loud declaration and took her hand to lead her back towards the cafeteria. As I opened the door for her, I simply stated, “In the famous words of Joe Walsh, Life’s Been Good to me so far ... during my second trip through high school.”
“Touche, Dr. Mike, er, Cuda,” Lynette chuckled as I stepped back beside her.
“Here come the two love birds!” Paul shouted as he saw Lynette and me walking back to our merry group of lunch people.
“I’m guessing my fries were good, Sammy?” I said with a grin at the pretty little redhead, who was at the center of Lynette’s and my outdoor conversation.
“They were great, thank you. Hopefully just as good as the great outdoors,” Sammy replied to my fries’ inquiry and then added her own cryptic question.
“It was nice outside, just not as good as it could get come spring break,” Lynette replied with an equally shrouded statement which caused a small sigh of relief from Sammy.
“Now, the key question at this moment is; who, cough, cough, Brad, chowed down on my second P-B and J sandwich? Elizabeth, I’m sure you’ll want to clean your beau’s left hand before holding it on the way to English.” I said after I noticed a small dollop of grape jelly on the back of Brad’s left ring finger.
“I may be able to dress him up at times,” Elizabeth replied with a smile as she and everyone at the table glanced at the evidence on Brad’s finger. “But once a sandwich thief...”
“Always a sandwich thief!” Cathy added as most of us there knew that Brad was someone to never let any unattended morsel of good food get wasted.
“Hey, time was winding down on your return, Cuda; and that sure looked like a lonely, yet tasty PB and J,” Brad stated as he licked that bit of grape jelly from his finger.
“I’m just messing with you, Dude,” I said as I picked up my garbage crammed cafeteria tray from the table.
“Hold on their, Cuda,” Brad said as he quickly pushed away from the lunch table. “I got that ... it’s the least I can do for pilfering your sandwich.”
“Thanks, my man.”
“We’ll see most of you guys and gals at or after choir practice,” Cathy said as she lead the other side of the table’s students towards the cafeteria exit.
“Later, Stud-muffin,” Sammy said after she received a kiss on the cheek from Paul.
“See you, Flames,” Paul replied as he headed out towards the smoking area to get a quick drag on a cigarette before heading to his seventh period music class.
“Who do you think will draw the short straw in English, and be forced to read one of Sir William’s wonderful sonnets?” Elizabeth asked as Brad, Lynette, Sammy and I made our way up the back stairs and headed for our lockers to snag our Anthology texts and English notebooks.
“Cuda told me on the way back to the café that his life’s been good so far, so, um, I’m guessing he’ll be spared Mrs. Pierce’s selection, today,” Lynette chuckled as we sauntered down the long second floor main hallway.
“Way to jinx me, Lava-Lips,” I replied with a modicum of venom dripped over my words.
“I’ve been meaning to ask, so ... how did Cano’s name suddenly become Lava-Lips, Cuda?” Brad asked we reached our bank of lockers.
“Well, if you’re ever lucky enough to have her press those plump, pink and scorchin’ hot lips on yours, my friend, you’ll understand why she’s now known as.”
“Lava-Lips, sweet!” Brad said as he gave the back of my left shoulder a gentle punch, while he simultaneously gave Lynette’s right shoulder a gentle pat.
Lynette gave me a barely noticeable negative head shake, combined with a sly wink at my ‘family-approved’ version of her new pet name. Knowing our group of friends, that ‘G-rated’ explanation would spread like wild fire and that would probably be the last public explanation required for Lynette’s recent name change.
Our small group chatted about nothing as we walked the short distance to Mrs. Pierce’s classroom along the front of the school when we heard her distinctive voice call, “Welcome, welcome my tenth grade lovelies. Today is a great day to experience the most beautiful verses ever written in the Kings’ English language. Who is going to be the lucky one to provide their youthful voice to The Valentine’s Day sonnet?”
“Don’t make eye contact with her,” Brad softly said as he and Elizabeth walked hand-in-hand towards our smiling, and pleasantly plump English teacher.
“That never works, Brad,” Elizabeth said as she put more effort into their arm swing. She then took the initiative by calling out, “Good afternoon, Mrs. Pierce. It is a great day for us to recite a few of Shakespeare’s greatest works.”
“That’s the spirit, Ms. Elizabeth. Maybe you and your good man, Mr. MacGee, would like to volunteer to read The Valentine’s Day sonnet.”
Bradley visibly tightened up upon hearing those words and struggled to regain control over his wildly swinging arm, which Elizabeth had in her charge. A few of us tried our darnedest not to snicker or give Mrs. Pierce any reason to alter her selection. Unfortunately for Jason Duffy, he made the humongous mistake of chuckling out loud at Brad’s sudden discomfort, which Mrs. Pierce easily detected.
“Mr. Duffy, Mr. Duffy, Mr. Duffy,” Mrs. Pierce cackled, which stopped every tenth grade student in their tracks. “When we’re about to discuss the greatest verses in English literature, especially when they are dealing with loooovvvee, I believe we should be treating our fellow classmates with a little more respect and, dare I say, agápē love?”
“Yes, Mrs. Pierce,” Jason mumbled softly with his fatty chin tucked towards his large chest. “Sorry, Brad and Liz.”
“I’m sure Jason wouldn’t mind reciting The Valentine’s Day sonnet to me, Mrs. Pierce,” Kalena Kharlamov softly said as she quickly moved up beside the suddenly flummoxed and now blushing Jason Duffy.
“Wonderful! Angelika, er, sorry, Kalena,” Mrs. Pierce replied, “it’s just wonderful that two beautiful young ladies have come to assist two horror-stricken gentlemen. Alrighty, everyone come in and take your seats, please and thank-you.”
“Waa, waa, why did you, uh, do that, Toxic?” Jason quietly asked as they walked down neighboring aisles to their seats at the mid-point of the English classroom.
I gave Jason a slight punch on the back of his right shoulder upon hearing that inquiry and then whispered in his ear, “Dude, can’t you see the sparkle in her baby blues? Me thinks Ms. Kalena has the hots for you.”
Jason quickly turned to face me, and wisely kept his mouth shut as he peered over towards the petite blonde Ukrainian beauty.
Lynette, who was right behind me then softly added, “Be sure to put a little umph in that sonnet, when you’re reciting it to Toxic, Jason.”
Jason just about fell down into his desk as he felt Kalena’s right hand lightly pat his right hand after she slid gracefully into her desk seat.
“Easy, there, Big Man,” Kalena calmly said as we watched Jason maneuver his two-hundred and forty-five pound body into his seat. “Just try to remain calm and, uh, if you just focus on reciting that sonnet to me, you’ll do a super job, I’m sure.”
“Yeah, riii, right,” Jason stuttered as he flipped through his Anthology book for that dreaded Shakespearian sonnet, which Mrs. Pierce told him he had to recite in class.
“Really, Jason. Like I do during my gymnastics’ routines, I focus on one thing, one spot and that really helps eliminate all the junk that can cause a screw-up,” Kalena softly said as she reached over and rubbed Jason’s left forearm. “As far as you’re concerned, I should be the only one in this room when you recite it, okay?”
“I’ll, uh, I’ll try, and huh, thanks, Tox,” Jason said in a slightly fearful tone.
“Happy Hump-day!” Mrs. Pierce humorously said as a slightly sarcastic signal for all of us to get serious about today’s topic, Shakespearian sonnets and romantic writings. “So, do I have any male volunteers, uh, Bradley or Jason, who would like to take a crack at wooing the ladies in the room with the loveliest verses ever written in the King’s English?”
“I beg to differ that they are the loveliest verses written, Mrs. Pierce,” I called out before Jason was volunteered into reciting this sonnet.
“Oh! Do! Tell! Mike!” Mrs. Pierce excitedly exclaimed at my unexpected, even to me, pronouncement.
I felt twenty-four sets of eyes, led by Mrs. P’s hazel orbs, staring daggers into my body. When Lynette strummed her fingers on my desk and gave me a subtle smile, I took a deep breath and said, “I went back through my notebook from the fall ... when we were going over Twelfth Night. I recalled a certain English teacher, the one and only, Mrs. P, saying that...”
“Stop, stop, stop!” Mrs. Pierce fired off with a huge smile on her pudgy face. “I know where you’re going with this, Mike; and if you’ll humor me with today’s lesson for a few more minutes, I’ll gladly open the floor up to your interesting proposition.”
I simply nodded an affirmative to my English teacher and then slowly turned to Jason and whispered, “Focus on Toxic, now; and have fun with this, Jason.”
Not waiting for Mrs. Pierce to call upon him, again, Jason Duffy wormed his large body out from his desk, and stood up with the English Anthology text in his massive hands. The big lad cleared his throat, took a large lungful of air and then appeared to freeze after he looked around the room. Jason realized that all eyes were now upon him and it unnerved him.
“Me, Jason. Focus only on me,” Kalena whispered to the temporarily paralyzed giant standing beside her. When her right hand rubbed over his left knee-cap, Jason suddenly smiled and zeroed on the beautiful blonde lightly caressing his leg.
Once more, Jason took a deep breath and then boldly proclaimed:
“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”
You could have heard a pin drop in our classroom after Jason’s wonderful recital of The Valentine’s Day sonnet. I could see that Jason’s vocalization had sapped a good bit of his energy and lightly tapped his desk to get his attention, and have him take his seat.
“You can read to me anytime you’d like, Jason,” Kalena softly said to Jason as he easily positioned his rotund body back into his desk’s seat.
“That was simply wonderful, Jason,” Mrs. Pierce finally said after the big kid had returned to his sitting position. “So, does anyone have anything to say about those incredible fourteen lines of prose?”
“Well, I can easily see how the beauty of youth is expressed in the first few verses,” Elizabeth replied as she ran her finger over the thin page of her Anthology text.
“But?” Mrs. Pierce skillfully interjected during a lull in Elizabeth’s initial statement.
“This isn’t a but, Mrs. Pierce,” Elizabeth confidently stated, “Just that everything about young love is beautiful like the ‘darling buds of May.’ Everyone here is beautiful and handsome to someone; and the initial emotions of love can be overpowering. It’s just that the final six lines of that sonnet reflect how true love goes beyond the overwhelming feelings of a young love relation.”
“What about those final six lines show you the real nature of love?” Mrs. Pierce queried the class.
“‘But thy eternal summer shall not fade,’ tells me that even when our life’s peak season, when we’re in our twenties and maybe thirties, the ‘summer’, is coming to an end and we move into our parents’ age range,” Heidi Amstrong responded to our teacher’s question, “that is when true love shines brightest. It’s an internal love instead of a young love’s external oriented focus.”
“Nicely put, Heidi,” Mrs. Pierce responded.
“But we aren’t to brush off the young lover’s initial external focus,” Jon Lunby interjected.
“Why does there need to be that initial external, or simple physical beauty to get to true love?” Kalena asked after Jon’s statement.
“As Elizabeth said, everyone possesses some type of beauty which attracts us to a person. Not everyone may see what that person sees, but really, who gives a rat’s behind about what someone else thinks about a person you truly care for,” Lynette chimed in. “Who knows what the initial spark may be, but that person won’t ‘lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,’ if their relationship is solid.
As Lynette was speaking from her seat in front of me, I heard Jason whisper to Kalena from right behind me, “I know what I see in you, Kalena, but just what do I have that sparked you?”
“Not now, Jason. I’ll talk with you after band practice, okay,” Kalena replied in a soft soothing voice.
“Promise?”
“I promise,” she said as she reached once more and lightly patted her hand on Jason’s left thigh.
Our discussion of Shakespeare’s sonnet continued for the remainder of our seventh period English class. Just prior to our packing up our things, Mrs. Pierce said, “Mr. Nevins, would you like to inform the class or possibly read the verses to which you were referencing earlier in the class?”
“Sure, Mrs. Pierce,” I replied and quickly found the folded page to Shakespeare’s play. “I thought this passage from Twelfth Night, Act 2, Scene 3, could rival the verses from The Valentine’s Day sonnet.” Without getting out of my desk, I placed my finger on the verses and stylistically read:
“O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear, your true love’s coming,
That can sing both high and low.
Trip no further pretty sweeting,
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man’s son doth know.
What is love? ‘Tis not hereafter,
Present mirth hath present laughter,
What’s to come is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty,
So come kiss me sweet and twenty,
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.“
“A fine choice of verses, Mike, and we’ll pick up on them, tomorrow. Just be prepared, though; as there is a clear distinction in those verses and in what Mr. Duffy read today as it pertains to true love. Have fun figuring it out,” Mrs. Pierce chuckled as we all hurried out the door to our eighth period classes.
On our way to Mr. Ballows’ music class, Lynette gave me a gentle hip bump and used our joined hands to point out that Kalena was walking right next to, and at times, up against Jason. “Who saw that coming?” she whispered to me as we slowed our pace to create a little distance between them and us.
“Well ... honestly, I kinda had a feeling that Jason appeared on Kalena’s radar the day we played Uptown Girl in music. Remember, Kalena and Jason were the only ones to pick up on the ‘Do-Wop’ style I wanted in your song. I was watching Kalena’s reaction to Jason’s explanation of how he picked on it.”
“Still,” Lynette uttered in disbelief, “how did that clue you in?”
“Just, ah, it seemed to me that Kalena stared back at Jason a little longer than needed and if I remember right, I think she may have barely run her tongue over her lips before she spun around in her seat.”
“Well, look at you ... Mr. Perceptive,” my girlfriend chuckled as she gave me another wicked hip check as we neared the back hallway on the second floor of our high school.
Medway High Student Parking
4:58pm, Wednesday, March 14
“You don’t mind if I ride with Jennifer, do you?” I asked my girlfriend as our Time Bandits’ members made our way to Jennifer’s and Sammy’s trucks, and Lynette’s car.
“What, can’t wait for the weekend, can you, Cuda?” Paul chuckled which drew a few guffaws from his girlfriend and his twin sister.
“Could you wait for this?” Jennifer smartly fired back at Paul as she waved her right hand across the front of her firm bosom and past her now shimmying hips.
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