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Is it time to get up already? Why did they make us go back to school right after the trip? What exactly are we going to learn if most everyone is exhausted? Even I am still really tired...
My body was full of energy, but my head was still groggy as I got some breakfast and then headed to the bus stop.
Chrissy was there, all excited to hear about our trip. As much as I wanted to really talk to her about it, I was too sleepy to really give her the answers she wanted. Yes, no, and maybe really can’t begin to describe the craziness of the trip. At least she seemed to understand I was tired because of how late we got back and didn’t look mad like she thought I was ignoring her.
Well the quick hug, kiss on the forehead and promise to tell her when I finally got caught up on my sleep probably didn’t hurt.
I was right about everyone else in the freshman class today. We all looked like a bunch of zombie slobs shuffling around school. In Gym class, all of the coaches were pissed with how little effort we were making in playing volleyball. I doubt anyone really worked up enough of a sweat to need a shower, I know that I didn’t. After changing out of my gym clothes I went to the main building to find a place to take a quick power nap before the bell rang.
The only high point of the whole day was lunch. I was so starved that I went through the line three times and was still hungry when the bell rang. The rest of the day was back to being a snooze fest. I know I had homework of some sort and had gotten the books I needed for it even if I don’t remember the classes.
As I was heading out to wait for the bus, Trudy came up.
“David,” she said just loud enough for me to hear. “Can I come over today? My mom hasn’t been home since before we left on the trip. We talk every day, but the house sort of stinks and has this really cold, empty feeling to it. I am sort of scared to be there alone right now after what happened at the mall. I don’t know any of the neighbors and there are two houses near the bus stop where someone is always watching out from behind the curtains. My snuggle buddy from last night said the house felt haunted to her, so she wasn’t going to come back over until my mom came home.” I shrugged as I asked, “You want to wait till the busses leave and walk it, or are you going to ride the bus today? We can also go to your house to get anything you need if you don’t want to take pot luck with the clothes closet in my bedroom.”
We decided that we would go to her house first and then walk to mine. It was not as far as I had thought. Turns out part of her wanted to be sure all was ok in her house. When we got there I could feel what she meant about it being creepy inside. Even with the heat on, it was sort of cool and musty smelling. I made the place in my head work with my goggles, even if I still didn’t have a phone for it to use with Bluetooth.
The video would download when I got home, so that was something. Still that didn’t seem to stop my man in the machine from getting the video and sending me messages that showed on the goggles.
“Find the furnace and look through window to see any codes or flashing error lights.”
I did and there was some sort of series of blinking lights. I had no idea what they meant, but I got told to not see any of the furnace, just look inside all the places where it heated the air. I didn’t see anything that looked odd to me. “He” told me to look at other things too. Finally I checked the breaker box. Turns out their heat pump had blown the breaker. There was another breaker flipped to. When I reset them, I could hear the heat pump come on outside. After the heat ran enough to turn off, I heard another odd sound. I made myself not see walls or the furnace as we tried to find it. Way at the back of the pantry I could see what was making the noise, just not how to get to it. We looked all over until Trudy found a trap door in the corner of the laundry room. All the noise was from a sump pump down in the crawl space that was trying hard to pump out a lot of water.
Bet that was the other breaker that blew. Hose blew off the pipe and is just getting dumped right back out into pit where it goes to get pumped out.
“That hose from the pump is off the waste pipe where it sends the water. Can you flip the breaker that was off before so we can see which one goes to the pump,” I told her.
She didn’t get far before the pump stopped on its own. The breaker blew again.
Luckily not only did she have some tools and hose clamps, she had a pair of fishing waders I could have on to go into the crawlspace to fix the hose. She was really scared of anything creepy-crawly, her words, and wouldn’t go down there.
My shield will keep me protected.
I had no real idea how to do any of the repair and my goggles went silent. Trudy seemed to have a clue though. She walked me through taking off the old host clamp, cutting away the old piece of hose and peeling it off the drain pipe. When that was done I was told to cut the end of the hose coming from the pump so it was nice and straight. She had me put on a new host clamp and slip the hose onto the drain pipe. Then I put a hose clamp on the drain pipe and pushed the hose on. Trudy said if we hadn’t put the hose clamp on before putting the hose on the pipe I would have had to start over. Something about the ridges on the drain pipe and what it did inside the hose. Once it was connected again, Trudy turned the breaker back on. The pump whirred to life and the water went down pretty quickly. I could feel the heat from the pump just before it killed the breaker again.
“We need to let it cool down for a while before turning the breaker on again. Mom will have to add getting a new pump to the list of things to replace,” Trudy told me. “The breakers being off does at least explain a lot. The heater was just using the emergency electric backup heat. It is enough to keep the house from getting freezing cold, but the air is just sort of lukewarm. All that water in the crawlspace has to have been causing the wet feeling in the house. At least I hope that is what is wrong.”
We started on our homework, we really did. Sleep was just much more interesting to us.
Trudy has a queen bed in her room and she pulled me along with her. I was just going to sleep in my clothes, but she insisted we get naked. Share body heat and all until the house warmed up.
I used her phone to call my house and leave a message for my parents telling them where I was and that we had to wait for the sump pump to cool off enough to get more water out of the crawlspace.
I don’t know what fabric softener they used, but if it was what made her sheets feel super soft and smell great. I had to find out what it was to tell my mom. The thousand thread count sheets that were now on my bed were nowhere near this soft and smelled like some sort of dead exotic flower from a rainforest in the Amazon. Until my parents got their new jobs, mom always used whatever name brand scent she found at one of those places where everything was a dollar. In her bed was exactly where her mother found us.
“Come on girls, get up. I brought supper,” her mom said as she pulled the covers completely off us.
She mustn’t have been looking when she asked, “What is that smell? Why are my tools all over the place? I almost tripped over the toolbox.”
“Mom! Your home,” Trudy said bounding out of her bed to give her mom a big hug even though Trudy was completely naked. “Sorry. I planned to clean them up when we were done, but we had to wait on the pump in the crawl space to cool down. Did you know we even had a sump pump? The hose broke and we had to fix it.”
“We who? A moth fluttering about in the dark scares the piss out of you Trudy. No way did you go down there to fix it,” her mom said. “I know you have some new girlfriends, but none of them are anywhere near butch enough to go in the crawlspace.”
Trudy pointed at me as she said, “He did.”
Her mom turned to look at me right as I stood up, my tiny little piss boner pointing toward the ceiling.
That got a reaction. Trudy was pulled out of her room and off to another one where the door was slammed closed. I got dressed as quickly as I could and then went to flip the sump pump breaker back on so I could be as far away from the yelling as I could. This house had thin walls.
“I know all about you being into girls Trudy. You are hardly quiet or even very discrete. Now I find you sleeping naked in bed again with a boy! Is he even in high school? He doesn’t even look like he is in middle school yet,” her mom yelled at her. “Getting off with girls doesn’t get you pregnant. You want to end up like me? Knocked at up fourteen? I thought you learned your lesson from your playing with boys at our old house. You were lucky then because your periods were so irregular. You are like clockwork now.”
That was all I heard before I made it to the hatch for the crawlspace. I opened it up and turned on the light switch for the two bulbs over near the pump. It was really working hard to get the water out. I started to hear a gurgling sound before it shut off. I went to see if the breaker was tripped, but it was still set.
I had my backpack almost packed up when I heard, “Mom, this is David. David this is my mom.”
“Hello Trudy’s mom,” I said shaking her offered hand.
I didn’t expect to be pulled into a hug and then kissed on the forehead.
“David I am so sorry for my reaction to finding Trudy in bed naked with yet another boy,” her mom said like it happened all of the time. “You shouldn’t have had to listen to any of that. I was completely out of line.”
Trying my best to look puzzled, I asked, “Listen to what? I got dressed and then wanted to make sure the sump pump was working right without blowing the hose off again. I was just about to head home. I know when someone gets in a lot of trouble and is going to have a talk with their parents. I didn’t want either you to have to go down into the crawlspace if the pump broke just because I left before I knew it was working. My mom would march me right back over here if I did that. I am sure that Trudy already told you, but we were doing our homework, but got tired so we took a nap. She has told me very specifically that she didn’t like boys that way. The day we first met on the bus she made sure I knew that and was only into girls. I know a lot of girls that just like girls. Two of my best friends are girls that are a couple. Have been since Kindergarten. I introduced her to some of them so she would have some friends that wouldn’t get all weird if she really wasn’t into girls like she said or was sort of curious. We got naked to share body heat like they say to do when someone gets really cold.”
Oh great! Another hug! Now what did I do to get this? Women are so confusing.
When her mom finally let me out of the hug she said, “Trudy will have to tell you what she wants about her from before we moved here and why I couldn’t allow myself to believe a word she said about you David. I was wrong. I can tell you are every bit as discrete and trustworthy as she said. No high school or middle school boy that got caught by a girl’s parents would have stuck around to make sure our sump pump was working before running off. The least I can do is feed you. Come on and join us for dinner.”
There weren’t any leftovers.
“So are you still coming to my house to sleep over tonight now that your mom is home,” I asked.
Uh oh, there is that look on her mom’s face again.
She looked at her mom to quickly fess up to how she had stayed with me at my house right after they moved in and then came over sometimes when her mom was out of town because she was lonely or scared to sleep here by herself. We both took turns explaining that my parents were cool with it and it was made clear anytime Trudy didn’t want to have me snuggle her in my roomthere was always the guestroom across the hall.
They gave me a ride home. The adults sat down to talk while Trudy came up to my room so we could finish our homework together. We were glad to have taken a nap today, otherwise I wouldn’t have gotten my homework done at all.
Trudy did demand that I let her give me a blowjob. For a girl that said she hated all boys, she really seemed to need to suck my dick for some reason. Not that I minded one bit. I was going to return the favor, but she wouldn’t let me.
From there, the rest of the week and the two after it were regular old boring school. Unfortunately, other than Trudy, no girls even came over to study or play around. I was actually getting way past horny with no idea what was going on. At school everything seemed fine. Girls talked to me about everything, a few hugged me, while others would grab my hand to get me to feel them up. It was kind of a game to see if anyone noticed.
Saturday night Trudy had come over to hang out since her mom was out of town and all her sleep over friends were busy. I asked her about what the heck was going on with the other girls.
I am so getting into this girls that are only into other girls’ thing going on here. Trudy doesn’t play any of the boy and girl games with me. Plus she trusts me enough to tell me things she wouldn’t tell anyone else, ever.
“Everyone is still really freaked out about the people shooting at you David while you were trying to stop that girl from running out into traffic. All of the parents got letters about there being a shooting at the mall involving some dignitary’s daughter and some unidentified boy saving her. It didn’t take much for them to identify the boy as you. None of them want their daughters to get shot up if these people come gunning for you in revenge.” she told me. “It has really screwed up the deflowering a number of girls had planned to have you take care of after we got back from the trip.”
Well that does make a lot of sense. It sucks too. All these girls who want me to pop their cherries and yet I can’t even get with them.
I was still in a funk when we climbed naked into my bed. Trudy even offered to let me fuck her, as a friend helping cheer up another friend and nothing more, so that I wouldn’t forget how. After we stopped laughing about it, I ate her as she sucked me off. I woke up with my dick buried in her ass. When I tried to pull it out she told me to just leave it there and go back to sleep. Seems she sort of liked it there. I was still tired and didn’t have to pee, so it sounded like a good idea to me.
My only reprieve from my protective banishment from the girls at school was on Valentine’s Day. My parents knew what was going on now, with everyone worried about having their kids over at our house, even Crystal and Annie’s parents. On Saturday I was invited over to a girl’s house for a Valentine’s party. I got to do a lot of kissing and touching, but that was all we could get away with at the party. I still ended up going home horny.
At least you got to hang out with girls outside of school.
It was the end of February when a number of things happened all at once.
First was that my gym coach was in a foul mood and obviously having a bad day. I seemed to make a good target to take it out on that morning. He started having a really bad day after he pulled my goggles off angrily as he passed by me.
I had worn a pair that looked more like sunglasses and were from the ones Steve’s company had made me. The day before we had a test in history that was complete bullshit. It was over a chapter on World War I. Questions on the test had absolutely nothing to do the materials in the book. Who was the U.S. Ambassador to Paraguay currently? How many explorers had made it to the North Pole by the time the war broke out? What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?
It was enough to make me almost turn on my goggles to cheat. The temptation was too high, so I wore the older sunglasses.
We were all waiting outside in the hall for him to call roll before telling us where to go today. As he came out, he saw my sunglasses, yelled something at me, jerked them off and threw them down the hall, or so I was told. When he kept yelling at me I forced the place in my head to green so my shield would not protect my eyes, at least for a little while.
Might as well make sure everyone gets reminded why I have to wear the goggles.
The instant the light from the Mercury Vapor lights hit my eyes, I screamed and passed out. Many of my classmates told me later that day that the coach was not the only one who crapped in his pants fromwhat they described as a primal scream of something in excruciating pain. I, of course, passed out and woke in the nurse’s office. My goggles were back on by then. Once they confirmed I had no pain in my eyes anymore, I had to read the eye chart.
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