by Dina Rae
“Why can’t that girl be you?” he asked as he almost reversed the car into a ditch. “Oops!” They both chuckled at his driving.
The familiar urges she had earlier returned. “Turn off the car.” He obeyed. Leah unzipped his pants and slurped on his inflating penis. Her jeggings were peeled off once more. She straddled him while he sat in the driver’s seat; her pelvis grinded in every direction. As she rode him, all of her inhibitions disappeared. She gushed and gushed before he finished. It was a chilly spring day, but both of them were slick with sweat. Half an hour later, they both squealed like hyenas as Jake exploded. Pausing for a few seconds, Leah caught her breath and rolled off of him. She had no idea sex could so amazing.
“Smoke?” He shook his head. “For a virgin…that was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had. You’ve got a magic wand, Jake.” She smiled like a contented baby after drinking a bottle.
“If you like what I’ve got, then maybe I could be your secret boyfriend. Or friend with benefits. I won’t tell anyone,” he suggested.
Leah grabbed his penis before she got dressed. “How can I say no to this.”
They drove around Hayward for another hour, talking and laughing like two people in love. It was time to go home. She had Jake pull into McDonald’s and order dinner for the family. Before he drove out of the parking lot, she looked at him with desire. “Can you go a third time? Before we go home?”
Jake screeched onto a side street and parked. They both stuttered with ecstasy as the bags of burgers turned cold.
Chapter 22
Candy Fontana was both pleased and astounded to see Henry Novak and Rio Garcia tolerating each other in geometry class. She attributed the peace to her proactive attitude and ingenious seating chart. Slowly, she shifted into her coasting mode before summer vacation began.
Candy couldn’t help but notice the whirlwind affair Brittany and Rio had been advertising. The lovebirds’ public display of affection grated on her very last nerve. When Brittany passed back papers, she found a way to walk past Rio’s desk and run her fingers through his hair. If Rio went to the dry-erase board to solve a problem, he brushed up against her arm on the brief walk to the front of the room. These subtle gestures twisted like a knife inside of Henry’s back. He still was infatuated with Brittany, making him jealous of Rio. Candy didn’t like any covert fondling going on within her class, but let it go, knowing when to pick her battles.
In the copy room, Candy stood in line for the copy machine and chatted with her colleagues.
“So how is the love triangle holding up?” smirked Helen Laughlin who taught U.S. history down the hallway of Candy’s classroom.
“Triangle…geometry class. Nice pun. So far, so good. No blood or broken bones. It must be their love of math that’s keeping them in line. Seriously, Rio and Brittany are very sneaky. They look for excuses to touch each other. It bothers Henry. The poor boy hasn’t learned how to mask his feelings yet. But what can I do? If I make a big deal about them, it could instigate another fight.”
“I hear you. Be happy that they are just touching each other. The kids are talking ‘bout how they screw each other all over the school. I guess there are several special places they’ve found where they can be alone without having to worry about staff. Wish we could catch ‘um in the act. That’d be quite the phone call home to their parents,” Helen said.
“They’ll eventually get busted. The more brazen, the more stupid,” added Mr. Hines.
“Rumor has it the doctor squelched Rio playing baseball. You know he’ll blame Henry,” interjected Helen.
By mid-April Candy smelled trouble, but not the kind she had originally anticipated. Against all odds, at least the odds made in the teachers’ lounge, Brittany ended the fairy tale romance with Rio. Her body language showed repulsion toward his very presence. Reports of their break-up circulated through every hallway. But something broke Candy away from her short-lived complacency. Brittany became nice toward Henry, and at times, even flirtatious. Was this meant to hurt Rio? What other reason could she have for her sudden interest? A shitstorm was about hit.
Candy pegged Rio as a boy who was not easily blown off. Relationships seemed to work the other way around for him. His far-ranging emotions were evident to all. Candy heard bits and pieces of the infamous breakup in the hallway. He would forlornly approach and Brittany would pretend he didn’t exist. This treatment only added to his aggression. Things came to head after school when he sat on the floor in front of her locker and waited. Again, she ignored him. Candy stopped what she was doing and watched them through her doorway.
“Brittany, I love you. What did I do? Why won’t you talk to me?” he cried.
She packed up her bag and slammed her locker shut. Rio snapped. “You owe me an explanation! I’m not leaving until I get it!” He slammed her against the row of green lockers so hard that she dropped her book bag.
Rushing into the hallway, Candy wedged herself in between them. “What’s the matter with you? You’re going to hurt her! Brittany, go home.”
And there it was, the first smattering of the shit from the storm she had predicted.
Rio collapsed on the floor in a fetal position and cried. “I’m so sorry. I would never hurt her. I didn’t mean to…”
“Get up, now! We’re going to tell Principal Schaefer about this!”
Chapter 23
“So what the hell happened yesterday?” Bart asked.
“You’re here with my homework. I’m suspended again,” Rio curtly answered as he lit up a joint on the deck of his parent-free house.
“I know. You asked me to bring your homework last night. But what were you suspended for? How long? When did this happen? Details, my brother. Talk.”
“Listen Bart, I’d appreciate if you didn’t broadcast this all over school. I got two weeks out of school and two weeks in school for pushing Brittany against the lockers. I barely touched her. That bitch won’t even look at me, and I have no idea why,” Rio explained.
“You could have gotten kicked off the baseball team for that. Get a hold of yourself, man. Yeah, she was one sweet piece of ass, but don’t let her break you down,” Bart muttered while chewing on a mouthful of potato chips.
“When the doctor took off my cast, he said I couldn’t be on the team anyway. No thanks to Henry. My arm and shoulder still have to heal. He thought I’d be ready to play football next year,” Rio sadly uttered.
“If you’re gonna keep getting suspended, you can forget about football, too. Is Brittany seeing someone else? Is that why you lost it?” Bart pried.
“First off, I didn’t lose it. Ms. Fontana exaggerated the whole thing. And as far as Brittany having another boyfriend, I have no clue. You’re the gossip girl of Freemont. Do some investigating. I now know it’s over. Just curious who’s dick she’s sucking,” Rio said after inhaling the rest of the joint.
“Oh, I’ll find out. I’ve got my spies all over the place. And fuck that bitch. You’re Rio Garcia. You eat pussy for breakfast. You can have any bitch in the whole damn school. If your folks aren’t too pissed off, can you go out later? I believe a rebound fuck is in order, and I know just the girl,” Bart offered. His pep talk elevated Rio’s spirits.
“Dude, you’re the best friend a guy could ask for,” Rio said.
***
Brittany Bonaducci considered herself to be the luckiest girl at Fremont High. Having sex with Rio Garcia was quite the social opportunity, but being his girlfriend was the ultimate honor. He was sexy, rich, talented, and the most popular boy in her class, and maybe even the school.
They consummated their love in every private nook and cranny the high school had to offer at least once a day. Rio was insatiable. Even her period would not turn him away.
A month into their relationship, she was on all fours while he slipped her his manhood in a doggie style fashion. She screamed out ‘I love you’. After he spurt, he screamed the same three words right back. She had never been so happy, often fantasizi
ng of becoming next year’s junior prom queen with him at her side as her king. She could see a future with Rio, possibly even marriage. But these euphoric feelings did not last that long. As her love waned, other boys began to catch her eye. Sex and Henry Novak were the only two things she could think about.
Not quite ready to end their relationship, Brittany strung Rio along while pleasuring her libido with other boys from different social circles. She had just turned sixteen, too young for a relationship. And before Rio, she had only been with four other guys, practically making her a virgin.
Brittany met John Jabowski at the public library. She had never seen him at school before. He was a senior and likely candidate for this year’s valedictorian. She struck up a conversation and asked him for a ride home. He almost pulled off before she could invite him inside. She knew her mother would be at work. Wasting no time, she led him into her bedroom and undressed. She felt an exhilarating sense of satisfaction as he stared in shock at her nakedness. Their sex was quick and boring. Filled with regret, she demanded he leave.
Days later, Brittany set her sights on her next conquest, Dominick D., the name that appeared on his 7-11 name tag. He claimed to be a student at junior college. After a great deal of flirting, she convinced his co-worker to watch the register while the two of them could go back into the cooler and get to know each other better. She guzzled a six-pack of beer without him making a move. Finally, she unzipped his pants and let him take her while she balanced herself against the wall of the storage closet. He was much more fun than John, but not worth getting to know better.
Two strangers later with Rio still thinking they were an item, she still couldn’t shake Henry Novak off of her mind. He had changed from an annoying little freak to a ruggedly handsome young man. His disability had become part of his charisma. And the way he looked at her made her loins moisten. She knew he was jealous of Rio, and this excited her. She began to imagine what Henry would be like in an intimate setting.
By mid-April, Rio became too repulsive to be with. She severed all ties by telling him it was over. But the more she pulled away, the more desperate he became. His suspension was a godsend. She profusely thanked Ms. Fontana for rescuing her, explaining that Rio had grown unstable and she just wanted him to leave her alone.
A Friday in April, the day after Rio’s suspension, it was uncomfortably hot. Brittany used the high temperature as an excuse to wear revealing clothing. Looking almost hooker-like, she wore her tightest jean shorts with a satin G-string hiked above the waistband, high platform heels, and a flimsy cotton camisole without a bra. She wore an oversized jean shirt that she planned on taking off during math, the period that she shared with Henry. She wanted him to notice her, and if that outfit didn’t do it, nothing would. Knowing he ate with Ms. Fontana every day before math, she entered the room with her lunch and math book, feigning ignorance of the recent homework.
“What problems did you struggle with?” asked Ms. Fontana.
“All of page 302. Ms. Fontana, would you mind if Henry helped me. I was so lost after your lesson. Maybe it’s because Rio and I broke up, but Henry probably has a better way of explaining how to work the problems,” Brittany proposed in her sexiest voice.
“I’ll be happy to help you. The homework was easy,” Henry boasted.
“Be my guest. If there’s any questions, that’s what I’m here for.” Ms. Fontana went back to grading quizzes.
“Okay, if you take the radius and multiply it by…” Henry explained.
Brittany found the sound of his voice arousing. Why did it take her so long to spot his piercing blue eyes? She yearned for him to touch her. She slowly took off her jean shirt, exposing her voluptuous breasts covered by a thin cami. Rivulets of sweat clung to her skin, making the shirt transparent. She intentionally dropped her pencil by Henry’s feet. As she kneeled under his desk to retrieve it, he continued explaining formulas and circumferences. She leaned at an angle that would ensure him a clear view of her mountainous cleavage. He looked at her, and she returned his gaze with her most sultry expression. He then continued talking about page 302. What’s wrong with him? I’ve done everything short of sitting on his face and he’s still rambling on…Frustrated, she grabbed his upper thigh and brushed his genitals as she balanced herself up off of the floor.
“Sorry, it’s hard to stand in these shoes. They are so high. Do you like them?” she demurely asked.
“Yes. They make you look tall,” he answered.
“But not as tall as you are,” she coyly answered back.
Henry moved on to problem number thirty-three.
Brittany was determined to get to know him better. She whispered in his ear. “Henry, Rio and I are finished. And I get the math. I just wanted to see you. I know where you live. Can I come over tomorrow night, say eight o’clock?”
“That’d be great. We can watch movies and eat pizza,” Henry said.
“Brittany, put your shirt back on. I know it’s hot, but your clothes are not aligned with school rules,” Ms. Fontana ordered as she looked up from her stack of papers.
Brittany obeyed, and then whispered to Henry, “I’ll be there, but forget about the pizzas. I got my own kind of snack that I’ll be using. You like whipped cream?”
Henry shook his head. She could see in his eyes that he had no idea what she was talking about, making him all the more attractive.
***
Friday’s late thunderstorms bled into all of Saturday, leaving the sky as the same inky canopy it had been for both day and night. The humidity made Tom uncomfortable. He went into the dining room where the AC register was located.
“Tom, it’s only seventy degrees outside. Let’s not waste the money. Can you believe all of this rain? Hope our basement won’t leak,” Jessica said.
She was right about the air. Her comment prompted Tom to go downstairs and double check the sump pump. The rec room was immaculate. Henry must have cleaned it for his female friend he had coming over. Once he was done checking all of the utilities, Tom observed some new candles that were set on the end tables. A little romance! That’s my boy!
“This girl must be pretty special. Henry cleaned up downstairs,” Tom commented to Jess as he came back up the stairs. “I’ve got to take him to the grocery store. He wants to rent some movies from the RedBox and get some snacks. He wants cake or pie, something that goes with whipped cream. You need anything?” She shook her head.
“Is this a date? He didn’t mention anything to me,” Jess said.
“Yeah, right. In order for Henry to have a date, he’d have to hire a pro,” Natalie quipped as she helped Jess with the dishes.
“Watch your mouth. And no teasing him. This girl is a friend. You better leave them alone. The basement is off limits,” Tom warned.
“Is she like him? Autistic? Learning disability?” Jess inquired.
“No. She is in his math class,” Tom answered.
“Not the same one who caused that fight back in January,” Jess said.
“Could be. Don’t know, but he’s really excited.”
“There must be something wrong with her if she likes Henry,” Natalie sneered.
“You and your mother think because he has Asperger’s that girls won’t like him. He’s really not much different than I was back in the day. Give him some credit. He’s a good looking kid, and he’s mysterious. You never really know what he’s thinking,” Tom defended.
The closer the time got to eight o’clock, the more nervous Henry became. He asked Tom’s opinion on everything from what to wear to what time he should serve his pie. It felt good to take his son under his wing and give him man-to-man advice.
“Henry, before I met your mother, I was considered rather studly by the ladies. The girls used to hang on my every word. Those were the days. You want this girl to like you, then look at her face when she talks, ask her questions about herself, tell her how pretty she is, and mention her cute shoes. It’s that easy. Believe it or not, that stuff still wo
rks on your mother.” Tom winked. By the look on Henry’s face, he wanted to know more. “Oh, and let me show you some moves.” Tom exhibited a montage of positions that would make it easier for Henry to kiss her. The doorbell rang just as Tom finished showing him all of his material.
“Hello. I’m Tom. You must be Brittany. Come in from the rain.”
“Hi Mr. Novak or Tom,” Brittany replied.
Tom jeered at Natalie as she rudely moved into the foyer to get an eyeful of Henry’s friend. The shocked look on her face said it all. Tom was also taken aback. The girl was incredibly stunning.
Brittany looked down at her feet, undecided on whether to take off her shoes or leave them on.
“Don’t worry about it. We aren’t neat freaks. And besides, they go with your outfit.” Tom gave Henry that knowing look, prompting him to apply some of the father-son information he just learned.
“Brittany, those are really nice shoes. Didn’t you wear them the other day?” Henry asked. Tom gave him a pat on the back as she smiled.
“Okay, you two. Henry rented some movies, and there are snacks down in the basement. Make yourself at home. And that’s Jess, Henry’s mom in the kitchen.” Tom saw Jess glaring in disapproval at the young lady. She waved, not bothering to introduce herself. Henry and his friend raced into the basement.
“Did you see what she was wearing? No bra, pierced belly-button, and daisy dukes! Maybe she really is a pro,” Natalie chided.
“Enough. Although Natalie does have a point. That girl is way out of Henry’s league. Aren’t you worried he’s gonna get used?” Jess questioned.
“You’re so protective. Let him live a little, make some friends.” Tom wouldn’t admit it, but Brittany was a far cry from what he expected. She was too sexy for most grown men let alone Henry.
An hour went by. Tom was curious to know how Henry was doing. He walked past the basement door and closely listened. He could hear the movie blaring and the faint sound of moaning. A possible make-out session? Some French kissing? He must have used my moves. Tom beamed with pride. This was a cherished moment that he would have to keep to himself.
