Chapter 6: What’s Love Got To Do With It?

Weeks after the sexual exploits between Jasmine and Stacy, I could still get hard in seconds if I pictured the two teenage goddesses in Jasmine’s backyard. I had watched while Jasmine turned the prudish, do-gooder into a smoldering ball of carnal fire. Stacy, who had probably never made it past second base with a boy, got clobbered out of the ballpark on the tongue of her girlfriend. She went from prude, to spread eagle on a lawn chair, forcing her snatch into Jasmine’s face. I masturbated regularly playing the images over in my mind. Occasionally, I would switch up and think on the mother of the sexual corrupter. Jasmine’s mother must have cloned her rather than given birth to her. The thirty-something sex machine turned my normal teenager’s life into a mental and emotional catastrophe. Not to mention a sexual free-for-all.

One morning not long after Jasmine and Stacy consummated their girl-on-girl relationship, Jasmine saw me at my locker. I was already late for English because I forgot my book and had to go get it. Jasmine trapped me between her and my locker. It quickly became clear that Susan had told her about my spy center in the attic. After her teeth released my ear, in her way too sexy voice, Jasmine said, “So, did you enjoy the show? Did you get off watching Stacy get naked? You little pervert. If you play your cards right, maybe I can set it up so you can join us next time.” With that, she shoved her hand down the front of my pants, grabbed my cock, and whispered in my ear, “You bad boy, no underwear. I should yank this fat pole out right here and suck you off.”

I like to think I would have had enough sense to stop Jasmine, but it didn’t come to that. Instead, she said, “Remember, this is our little secret. Nobody can know.”

My sexy neighbor smirked and took off. I went to English class with a hardon, which always sucks. Twenty minutes into class, I was still dreaming of Jasmine and trying to find a way to unload my balls without making a scene.

Two months later, there hadn’t been a threesome with Jasmine and Stacy. I hadn’t been with Mrs. Davis again, and worst of all, I had hardly seen Susan since school started. Granted, we were all busy with school and sports, but I suspected something else was going on. I suspected Susan’s mother was trying to keep her daughter a virgin. I had seen Jasmine plenty of times at school. She had taken me under her wing. I was sort of her little freshman boy toy project. It was making me more popular but wasn’t doing anything to satisfy my needs.

The dry spell not only allowed my hand and cock to return to their best friend status, but it had also opened my eyes to a few things. The swell of emotions and confusion that had mounted after the day with Mrs. Davis had subsided. I was better able to analyze my feelings without my little brain clouding the view. With the new perspective, I could see my true feelings for Susan. I missed her company. Each day that passed it had become obvious that I wanted her to be my girlfriend. I still didn’t know how that could be, but I wanted to figure it out. I wanted to sit and listen to her rambling excited talks. I wanted to see her for more than five minutes in the driveway or out the window as she walked from the mailbox to the house.

Two months earlier, I had fulfilled my wild sexual fantasies. Now, I needed a reality check, and it came in the form of a few troubling things. I didn’t know if it was jealousy or what, but the thought of Mr. Davis doing anything to Susan made me furious. I started having dreams about that day I saw him feeding his cum to his wife and daughter. In my dreams, I would jump over or run through the fence and start beating on him. Then, I’d wake up in a sweat never knowing what happened. It was like those running dreams, no matter how hard you try, you never actually get anywhere. I thought about it all the time, wondering what happened on their trip and what is going on over at their house. I felt bad for Jasmine, wondering if she really enjoyed it. At first in the frenzy of lust, it was exciting, but now it didn’t seem okay.

Maybe it was from being separated from Susan or maybe I was in love with her? How could I tell?

Thursday afternoon, one more day of school before the weekend, but right now, I was off to the most likely school event for me to miss, volleyball.

Holy mackerel, look at those shorts. If I knew that’s what the girls’ volleyball team wore, I would have been here sooner. Wow.

I asked Susan, “When did your sister start playing sports?” She told me ever since Jasmine started hanging out with Stacy, she had turned into a jock. um, they both seem to be affecting each other. Or, should that be infecting?

My school was playing against Royal Academy and Susan asked me to meet her at the game. Her mother agreed it would be okay for her to walk to the high school from the middle school. That is, as long as she rode home with Stacy and Jasmine. I didn’t want to have anything to do with a girls’ volleyball game, except I’d see Susan. Although, once I saw the uniforms, I was very happy. The shorts were nothing short of erotic. Hooters girls, lookout.

Both teams had black skin-tight shorts that seemed to be spandex. The shorts hardly covered their cheeks and in some cases didn’t. That was evident by many girls having to extract material from their cracks after every play. Our team had their yellow and black shirts tied at the bottom around their waist. The other team wore red and green shirts tucked in. Either way, tits protruding and asses shaking on every play. I thought I had gone to high school heaven.

Jasmine’s butt took center stage for my school. Her round cheeks and extremely deep ass groove swallowed up her shorts. The sexy underside of her bubble-butt kept peeking out from the leg holes. On the serves, the front row crouched down, hands on their knees, asses shoved back. Before one serve, Stacy was in the second row, and Jasmine was in the front. Stacy slapped Jasmine’s ass as they got ready for the play. That seemed to be a common practice among the girls, but Stacy’s slap wasn’t an encouraging gesture. Her hand made contact, and I heard it over all the other noise. Jasmine popped up with her nipples standing at attention and gave Stacy one of her sinister smiles. My balls smiled as well.

The serve resulted in a return that Stacy set up Jasmine on. She leaped and spiked the ball in the face of the blond on the other side. The sheer fact that my gorgeous neighbor jumped and killed the ball like that was hot enough, but when Stacy and Jasmine celebrated with a chest-to-chest jump-bump, my mind exploded with images. Like a porn movie, the two girls started doing each other right in front of their teammates. Then the whole team joins in an all-girl orgy. That is until I join in.

My erotic fantasy was interrupted by Susan’s voice, “Come with me.” As much as I didn’t want to miss one second of the action, I didn’t even know who was winning. I followed my young friend, who after all was the reason I came.

“Where can we go?” Susan’s question surprised me because she was leading the way. I wondered what she had in mind. I didn’t want to make a huge assumption, so I turned down the empty hallway and stopped in front of a classroom doorway. There is a deep alcove in front of each classroom door. This allowed us to not be seen unless someone walked right past.

“This is my math class. I have math third period.” I felt proud in a way. Being a big freshman was nothing, except if you are talking to a middle school student.

“Joe, I think I’m going to fail math, but maybe you can tutor me? Maybe, then my mother will let me see more of you.” When Susan spoke those words, it confirmed what I had suspected.

“So, your mother is trying to keep you away from me?” Susan’s expression changed to that of someone caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Joe, I didn’t mean to say that, and I don’t know. Well, it seems like she is, but I don’t know. She hasn’t said anything to me. But, if you help me pass math, then maybe she’ll give me more freedom with you.” Susan’s voice trailed off like she had already said too much.

I looked Susan over carefully and was reminded of everything beautiful I liked about her. Then we locked eyes, and I remembered what I loved about her most. Her eyes penetrated my heart and swallowed me whole. While deep in a Susan trance, I suddenly felt self-conscious. What if one of my friends saw me? What if anyone saw us?

I changed the subject by asking Susan a stupid question, “So, you suck at math? Do you know the square root of 69?” She gave me her best, I’m a blond look, and punched me.

“I don’t suck at math. I’m just having some trouble, and I have no idea what the square root is.”

I grinned. “It’s ate something.” It made me feel happy to be standing that close to Susan, and I abandoned all concerns. Who cares what someone thinks? Without giving any warning, I kissed her. Then it hit me, Susan might have a boyfriend by now, or not be interested in me anymore? It had been over two months.

Her mouth opened to my tongue without any hesitation and her arms latched around my neck. She pulled herself up closer and kissed me deeper. It was clear we both had been experiencing the same void. I grasped her with both hands on her butt and lifted her off the floor.

We spontaneously blurted out, “I love you.”

I smiled until my face hurt and kissed her again. I was pretty sure my confusion had been lifted, and my true feelings surfaced. Even though I never expected to say it, I was glad I had, and I was relieved she had, or I would have been left feeling very stupid.

Things were heated between us when I thought, we’re standing in the hallway at school. My hand was under Susan’s shirt, playing with her tiny breast mound and fascinating nipple. It fit perfectly between my fingers and rose as I fondled it. I wanted to suck it, but we heard someone walking toward us. We stepped back two feet and tried to act normal. Shit, it was a teacher.

“You can’t be down here. Either in the gym or outside.” Mrs. Beck sounded firm, but not mean.

As much as I had been interested in the erotic game, I didn’t hesitate as I went past the gym and out the front door. We sat next to each other on the short wall that ran the length of the front of the school. Neither of us spoke. I knew I was considering my feelings and the declaration of my love. I suspected Susan was also contemplating the same. What did this mean for us now? I was sure I had some ideas about what it should mean, but I didn’t know if I should assume anything. How do I tell her I don’t want her to be with her father?

We started speaking at the same time. I waited a second. “Joe, I don’t know how to say this, but let me try. I, well, okay, here it is. I don’t want you and Jasmine to, well, you know what I mean? Don’t you?”

“Susan, are you saying you want to be together? You know, me and you? Boyfriend and girlfriend?” I felt like a complete jackass as I tried to express myself. Probably, exactly the way a teenage boy should feel the first time he tries to establish a relationship with a girl. I guess because we had already done so much together, I expected to be exempt from this awkward moment. Now, I sat in a deafening silence waiting for her response.

“Well, yes that’s what I mean. We are going to have to start over, you know? I have changed a lot since the trip to my aunt’s house. I know we never got to talk about that, but we will. For now, all I’m saying is, please try and forget everything you know. And, Jasmine. Well, we’ll have to talk more about that.”

“Okay, so when do you want to start learning the square root of sixty-nine?” It helped me to lighten the mood with a joke that was only a joke for me.

The one corner of Susan’s mouth curled up and one eye squinted. Then, suddenly her mouth fell wide open and her eyes popped out. “Oh, you,” was followed by several smacks on my shoulder. “Is that all you think about?” Susan asked with a look of concern that quickly faded to playful joy. She wasn’t waiting for an answer, she already knew.

We agreed that next Monday and Wednesday, I would help her at my house after school. “As long as your mother is home, I don’t think my mother will have an issue with me coming over.” Susan’s words held a hint of uncertainty. I guess I understood Mrs. Davis’s concerns, especially after our last conversation. Not that a woman’s panting voice during sex can be called a conversation, but I got the message anyway. She got knocked up young, and she didn’t want her daughter following in her footsteps.

People started coming out of the school, which was a good indication the games were over. I had such a sense of joy in my heart that even knowing our time was quickly coming to an end couldn’t quench it. I couldn’t wait for Susan’s first math lesson next Monday.

Susan kissed me unexpectedly and said, “I have to go find my sister.” She seemed to have the same stupid smile on her face that I had on mine, and a spring in her step as she started toward the school.

“Oh, tomorrow night, I’m sleeping over at Mary’s house. Maybe you can walk me?” Susan asked, knowing what I’d say, but not knowing I was thinking, I can’t promise you’ll get there on time.

“Okay, that sounds good. What time do you wanna go?” I was already thinking of a place we could detour on the way.

“I want to be there about seven, so maybe six?” Susan smiled with the same knowing look I had on my face. It couldn’t be more than fifteen minutes to Mary’s house, walking slow. Even less if we cut through the woods and didn’t get lost.

The next day was filled with smiles, thinking about the previous day’s wonderful time with Susan at school. Knowing she shared my feelings gave me a sense of peace, even though there was still the problem that would come up when someone found out Susan was my girlfriend. Also, her mother had an issue with it, and so would my parents. I guess we’d have to do our best to act like good friends.

At six, when I met Susan in front of my house, I said, “Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your pussy flow?”

The rhyme earned me yet another slap from my giddy girlfriend. Susan pushed in the direction we needed to go. At that point, I realized I was acting like a goofy kid with a crush. How appropriate for a change. “Come on slowpoke.” I pulled her by the arm, wanting to get away from our houses, so I could kiss her.

Once we were well out of view, I took Susan’s hand and held it. I couldn’t think of anything except how much I wanted to pull her close and kiss her face. “Let’s stop over there and talk for a while?” My statement was more of a question because I wasn’t sure Susan wanted to go in the woods and have me mess her clothes up before she got to her friend’s house.

“No, we can’t do that you pervert. We’re going to Mary’s house.” Susan’s words made one thing clear, she knew what I had on my mind.

“We have an hour to kill, don’t we?” My question was filled with disappointment.

“Well, actually, there has been a small change of plans. I need you to come to Mary’s house with me. Not all night, just for a while. I’ll explain it later.” Susan seemed to be intentionally leaving out details.

“I don’t—”

“I promise,” Susan cut me off before I could express my concern about hanging out with her girlfriends, “it’s not going to be bad. As a matter of fact, you’re going to have a good time.” Her tone said, don’t argue, so I imagined what a horrible time at show and tell I was in for. Susan wanted her friends to see the high school boy she had landed. If I had landed Jasmine, wouldn’t I do the same thing?

I knew Mary from when I was in middle school, but not well. She moved here from New York City about five years ago. Kids would joke with her and say she must have really moved here from Italy. Mary is, let’s say, very Italian. Her parents don’t even speak English, or at least that’s what kids say. I didn’t know that, but she has a strong accent. Then again, there are very few Italian people around here, so what do I know?

I know this, her jet black hair makes her stand out. Not to mention her gland problem. Well, that’s what me and my friends call it when a girl has bigger tits than she should.

I had planned on using the hour before dropping Susan at Mary’s to get a feel for the girlfriend, boyfriend thing. I guess I would have time for that, except without all the kissing and fondling.

When the door opened, I wanted to run. Two girls stood in the foyer, giggling like preschoolers on energy drinks. “Come in, quick. I don’t want my neighbors to see I am having friends in the house when my parents are gone.” Mary said, before closing the door.

I looked at Susan like, what did you get me into? Susan’s face seemed to say, if you love me, you’ll do anything for me. I was so unsure about how to proceed with this dating situation. It would be challenging enough to have my first girlfriend, but I had my first girlfriend, and she was too young, not to mention I had a threesome with Susan and her sister. Oh, and I fucked her mother, twice. Now, I am being lured into the home of a girl I don’t know, while her parents aren’t home. What if her dad comes home shouting in Italian and kills me? Then, buries me in the backyard and nobody ever sees me again. Okay, so that’s over the top, but still, this is not what I signed up for when I agreed to walk Susan here.

Mary and Sandra led the way to the family room, where I saw yet another girl. “This is Jane.” Mary blurted out pointing to her friend before plopping down on the couch next to her. Jane forced a fake smile and then looked back down at her lap. Shy probably isn’t a strong enough word to describe Jane, but I don’t know any better word. Sandra sat in the lounge chair across the room, while I stood there surveying the situation. What is this about? What do girls do at a get together? What should I do? I looked at Susan for help, but she flopped next to Mary and started talking.

When I looked at Sandra again, she was staring right at me. Realizing she had been caught, she turned away. Sandra’s face was very sweet looking. Her chubby cheeks and large dimples when she smiled made her stand out. Unfortunately, her extra hundred pounds made it hard to notice her natural beauty. I wondered if she had one of those gland problems, or if she ate too much?

I felt like a naked boy at a nun convention. Susan had started whispering in Mary’s ear, Jane was still looking down, while I stood in front of the chubby girl who seemed to be undressing me with her eyes.

Mary lept from the couch. “Let’s play a game.” She bounded across the room to the closet.

Susan got up and stood next to me. “I’ll explain all this later, but for now, just play the game, please.” Susan’s breath in my ear made my heart race. The kiss that followed made my cock swell. I agreed to whatever.

Mary returned from the closet with a multicolored cardboard game spinner. It looked to me to be from Chutes and Ladders or Candy Land. I was glad she didn’t have the whole game with her as she instructed all of us to sit on the floor around the low glass table. Mary cleared all the magazines and books, then placed the square spinner in the center of the table. “I don’t have a bottle, so we’ll have to use this.” Mary’s words flashed repeatedly in my mind.

Spin the bottle. I never played the game, but from what I had heard, it usually involved kissing the person the bottle pointed to. I kept myself from yelling jackpot, but that’s what I wanted to do. I’m going to watch girls kiss each other.

Mary explained, “You spin this arrow, then whoever it points to, you have to kiss.”

Jane looked like the pig before a luau as she crossed her legs on the floor. She still hadn’t spoken one word, and I was sure she wasn’t going to be kissing anyone. Jane was Susan’s age, but she looked younger. Her skinny frame lacked any curves and her short brown hair, with bangs straight across the front, gave her a tomboy look. She looked terrified and I was sure she was going to run from the room before one kiss was had.

Susan said, “Okay, I go first.” Her spin was no spin at all. She turned the arrow toward me, turned her head, and locked lips with me while the other girls protested. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth and put my hand behind her head. It only lasted a second, as the shouting from the other two girls made it clear they wanted to play too. Jane, of course, had no comment.

Mary spun next and after several rotations, the arrow pointed at Jane. Mary was sitting right next to Jane, so before she knew what happened, Mary leaned in and planted one on her cheek. The extremely vocal lip smack, caused Jane to wipe her face and glare at her overly excited Italian friend.

Hefty Sandra gave it a spin. Her eyes looked at the arrow then at me. She seemed to be using her eyes to guide the arrow to my position. A look of disappointment grabbed her face as the arrow found rest between Jane and Mary. “You’re closer,” Sandra said as she assaulted the other side of Jane’s unsuspecting face.

What should I do if I get someone other than Susan? I had started out this game imagining Jasmine and Stacy passionately making out. Now, I realized it was a game of pecks on the cheek, followed by me having to figure out how to kiss a girl, in front of my girlfriend. Why would Susan put me in this predicament? Is it a test, or does she really want me to kiss her friends?

The arrow pointed straight at Sandra. I stood because she was all the way across the table. She stood and we leaned toward each other. My lips were going straight at hers, but our noses hit together first. The kiss had to be the most awkward unsatisfying kiss the girl had ever had. That is if she had ever kissed a boy.

Susan spun and stopped it at me again, but before we could kiss, Mary grabbed her. “No you don’t. You have got to play fair. Let me help you.” Mary flicked the spinner.

After fifty whirls, it stopped on Mary. They had a closed-mouth kiss for sure, but it was still on the lips. Images of two girls making out floated through my mind. It excited me. Should I be thinking things like that about my girlfriend?

Jane and Sandra both seemed to notice the length and nature of the kiss. Jane’s mouth hung open. “What are you staring for? That’s how the game is played,” Mary said and clicked the arrow again for herself. It stopped on me.

Mary looked a little too excited as she hopped up and leaned over Susan toward me. I glanced down at Susan. Her expression was nothing short of joy. I moved toward the stunning, dark-skinned girl. Susan obviously enjoyed seeing me squirm. This time, I tilted my head to avoid a nose disaster. With her eyes wide open, staring straight into mine, Mary’s oversized lips met mine. Before I could pull back, she had her hand behind my head and her tongue exploring my mouth. I sort of resisted, but the girl’s ability to make my mouth rejoice was too much.