harden. Is it wrong to ask Rebecca to come back over? Maybe I should test out Mrs Price? Well, that is if she doesn’t have a cock. Don’t think I fancy a blow job from a woman with a prick.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked; a wry smile on my face. Her face reddens as she drops her skirt. I can’t help but feel a little disappointed to note she isn’t wearing stockings but rather tights instead. On the plus side, they’re over the top of a white cotton thong. Not quite the PVC or latex we were expecting to see. Perhaps she saves that for the weekends and days where she works the detention hall? A further plus to the situation reveals no penis. Just a nice mound where her pubic bone is. I’d love to fuck her. I bet she fucks like a good ‘un.
“Happy?” she asked, fighting back her tears.
“What do you think class?” a quick scan of my fellow classmates, of which I thought the lads would be grateful for this, revealed no one was looking at Mrs Price. They were all looking directly at me. “Look at her!” I ordered and they did. I looked back at Mrs Price, “Turn around…Let them see you…” Following instructions like a good little student, she turned on the spot. She looked at them…A look in her eyes suggesting she was hoping one of them would come and help her, perhaps give her a jacket or something to wrap herself in. “Bend over I ordered.”
“Surely this is enough,” she said.
I shook my head. “Not yet. Bend over.” She wept as she bent over, facing me. “Now turn around,” I said. She did as she was told until her sweet arse was facing me directly. I can see the outline of her pussy lips through the material of both the tights and the thong. It makes me wonder what it would taste like. Perhaps a step too far? I’ll have a bet I’m not the only one thinking along those lines, though. Even Piers, through his bloodied face, must be fancying a taste too. I should have made him turn around. I didn’t mean to give him such a delightful treat. I licked my lips at the thought of what her juices would taste like and shifted in my chair. I’ve heard people say it tastes of fish but I don’t believe it. I hope it doesn’t. I’m not a fan of fish. I’m hoping it tastes like chicken like one of my other friends described. Maybe I’ll be in this school long enough to make a relationship with a girl. That’d be nice. But then…Maybe I could just pull Mrs Price towards me now…Pull her towards me, rip her tights…Pull her knickers to one side and give her a lick. My mouth is watering. I’m tempted but I won’t. Not because I don’t really want to and not because she isn’t attractive. It’s just…She is older than me. Maybe too old? Maybe she is past her sell by date and her creamy juices are off? Perhaps that is when they taste of fish. All this picturing what it tastes like… Rebecca…I’m ready for round two…
5
“She is fit, though,” I said to David. He didn’t answer. He just smiled as he tucked into his lunchtime sandwich. “I mean, how are we supposed to concentrate when faced with that every day? I definitely would…”
“I wouldn’t,” said David. He swallowed his mouthful and took a sip of his carton of orange.
“What?”
“I said I wouldn’t.”
“You wouldn’t want to sleep with Mrs Price?” I asked with a surprised tone of voice. David shook his head. “You’re kidding me, right? I think you’re the only person who doesn’t want to sleep with her…I mean, as long as the rumours aren’t true and she doesn’t have a manhood growing down there.”
“Not my cup of tea,” said David. I looked at him again. It was hard to tell whether he was having a laugh or not.
“Not your cup of tea?”
“No…Well…Not unless the rumours are true…” he continued.
“Wait…What? You want to sleep with her if she does have a cock?”
He smiled.
“What? Are you gay?”
David looked me straight in the eye as he swallowed his next mouthful of cucumber sandwich, “Yes…”
“Oh…”
“Is that a problem?”
I shook my head, “No, not at all…Just…You know…When Piers and his friends were calling you gay…I just thought…Well, you know…I thought they were name calling. I didn’t realise they were stating actual fact. Not really any of my business…” There was an awkward pause, “I’m not, by the way…”
David laughed, “It’s okay, I’m not about to pounce on you. I kind of guessed you weren’t going by conversations we’ve been having! But…I mean…How do you know if you’ve never tried it?” I looked at him with a worried look on my face. He gave me a wink and suddenly responded by bursting out with laughter, “I’m messing… Jesus, should have seen your face.”
“Yeah, good one…Okay…You got me…” I started to laugh; a delayed reaction.
I didn’t care whether David was straight or gay. His sexual preferences were of no concern to me. Just because he was homosexual, it didn’t mean I couldn’t have him as a good friend and, sitting here with him in my first week, I felt lucky to consider him a buddy.
“The story about you and Mr Fitzpatrick?” I asked when he had stopped laughing long enough for me to get a word in edgeways.
“That is a lie,” he said.
“Fair enough…”
“I just wish I had!” he started to laugh again. His infectious laughter set me off too. “I mean, his arse…To die for…Seriously…”
“Dude, please stop…” I said, still laughing.
“Oh, I see, it’s okay for you to discuss Mrs Price’s arse but not okay for me to discuss his tight, round butt… Imagine those muscles squeezing around your cock as you try not to squirt deep inside him…”
“Dude! I’m not listening anymore…”
“And he’d be groaning, and moaning…Begging even, to have it deeper in him…Deeper and harder…”
I put my fingers in my ears, “I’m not listening…I can’t hear your disgusting thoughts…La La Laaaaaaaa…..”
David cracked up and, as a result, thankfully stopped.
“You’re sick,” I told him.
“What are you two laughing about?” asked a pretty girl from my class. I think her name was Rebecca; the girl who sat in front of David. As soon as she got our attention by speaking, David stopped laughing and fell silent.
“You don’t want to know,” I said. I didn’t know her well enough to be sure she’d appreciate the comments between David and I. I had seen her hanging around with Piers, and his narrow-minded friends so…
“Listen, I just wanted to say I think you two were really cool…” she went on.
“How so?” I asked.
“I’m not stupid. None of us are. We know who caused those bruises…You not grassing them up to the Head…That was cool…” She smiled at me, a flash in her beautiful eyes.
“Well…Thanks…” I said. I felt myself blush; an annoying habit whenever a pretty girl spoke to me. I wonder whether, in years to come, I’ll be able to control that…Better yet, I wonder whether it will stop completely. That’d be nice.
“Some of us are having a party this Saturday…Be nice if you could both come. Show there are no hard feelings between anyone. You know, a fresh start…” she continued.
I looked at David, “Sounds good, would do you think?” He didn’t answer, he just stared at Rebecca as though he were expecting a punchline to some amazing joke she was telling. “David?”
“I can’t,” he said. “Busy. Some gay thing.”
“That’s too bad,” said Rebecca, “it would have been nice…And…I could have got to know you a little better too.” Her eyes were fixed on me. It was everything I could do to keep focused on her and not her cleavage. “Look, if you change your mind…” she fished in her pocket and pulled out a small card with a phone number on it…”Just give me a call and I’ll pass on my address…Be nice if one of you could make it at least.”
I took the card off her and, just as suddenly as she had appeared, she vanished back into the crowds of pupils all milling about with their lunches.
