Fuck, every time Mandy hugged me with that tight pelvic hug of her’s my cock was instantly rock hard and ready to coat my zipper with my load.
The first time I saw Mandy was in the middle of tenth grade. I had just transferred here from a school across the country because my dad had gotten the offer of a lifetime that required him to relocate. My dad tried to get me to look at moving out here as if it was some kind of grand adventure.
Grand adventure, my ass.
Adventure was having the time of your life. Adventure was not being alone all the time because I didn’t grow up with all the kids going to school here.
I was a guy. I wasn’t a hot little piece of tail, so I didn’t have tits to win over friends with. I had a big brain, and yeah, that wasn’t all too sexy to high school girls back then. Fuck, it probably still isn’t now. It didn’t help that at the time I was also an awkward loner. It pains me to admit this but I wasn’t always the fucking sexy beast I am today.
The fact that I had to tutor a girl I had been silently panging after for two long years was just a fucking punishment.
Ever since tenth grade I had been trying to get Mandy’s attention, but I guess she didn’t notice my attempt at being the strong, silent type.
Sometime during the summer after tenth grade, I got the idea in my head that I needed to get into shape to get her to notice me. I wasn’t satisfied with the tall, scrawny kid I saw every time I looked in the mirror. Hell, I was pretty sure all the women in my life who had ever bothered to look at me weren’t too impressed either.
I tried wearing those tight fitting shirts all the jocks around school were wearing… And let’s just say I wasn’t showing off much except for a good case of chicken arms. Sadly, my arms were all boney with what were at the time sad excuses for muscles. When I flexed in the mirror I was surprised my arm didn’t just droop down like they do in cartoons.
By the time I was asked to tutor my dream girl, Mandy, I actually could have filled one of those tight shirts quite well. But by then I was so used to dressing in loose, baggy clothing I couldn’t be bothered changing my wardrobe. And it probably didn’t help that also by then I had given up hope.
It was weird to be tutoring her though. Not only was it out of the fucking blue, but I mean I had dated a couple of girls and I didn’t feel the gut tingling spark that I felt just by looking at her. Sitting there, trying to focus on anything besides those beautiful lips of hers– barely parted and exhaling as she stared at the book– was an effort of pure will.
I wanted to kiss her more than I wanted to continue breathing. Each time she brushed up against me my entire being would get startled. I figured she did it the first time to get me to stop staring at how beautiful her ice chip blue eyes were. The second time I don’t know why she did it, I was too busy trying to will my throbbing erection into submission. Unfortunately, my cock was being a stubborn bastard and refusing to tap out.
Even the thought of my grandma playing strip poker with bulldogs didn’t work.
Because, fuck, she smelled like lilacs and honey, and it was completely overwhelming. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t function. All I could do was read.
The tutoring session was a complete fucking disaster. All I could do was read the fucking book and try my damnedest not to creep on her.
I felt like I wasn’t doing my best as her tutor when I told her about the pop quiz answers in the back of the book, but I didn’t want Mandy to fail because I failed to teach her jack shit. And honestly, if she started passing, then I could keep tutoring her. And if I could keep tutoring her, maybe, just maybe, she would notice me.
And if Mandy noticed me, maybe being stuck in Trenton wouldn’t fucking suck.
During our class on Thursday, I was the first one done with the exam so I got to watch her as she bent over her desk, taking her test. She looked as if she was carefully reading each question before answering. I felt pretty lucky that I was seated diagonally from her because it allowed me to stare at her without getting caught. I especially liked how she kept pushing her hair behind her cute little ears as she worked.
She was so happy when she looked at me after passing her test and gave me that pelvic hug. She did something I had never had done before, something I had only seen. She hugged me with her entire body, pushing that little pussy mound hard against me before she pulled away to place a kiss on my cheek.
Thanks to that fucking hug of her’s, I had to do the hide-a-boner shuffle to my next class.
Chapter Four
Mandy
To say I was shocked as shit when Brett showed up for the next tutoring session would have been a gross understatement. The guy must have been a sucker for punishment or something.
I was sitting at the dining room table with my chair tipped back and my legs propped up on my book because I seriously didn’t expect him to show. I was also deeply absorbed in my phone. My best friend, Grace, was begging me to attend a party with her that night. She wanted to pull the old I’ll tell my parents I’m staying with you and you’ll cover for me so I can spend the night with my guy trick.
The only problem was I didn’t really want to attend the party. Crazy? I know. But the party was at Eric’s house, and Eric was coming on way too strong for me. I knew the only reason he wanted me was because he thought I was playing hard to get, but I seriously wasn’t playing, which only left me trapped. I had to keep resisting him because I was so not interested, but it only made him want me more. I couldn’t win.
When Brett walked into the dining room, I was so shocked, so surprised, I squealed and my chair fell back, taking me with it.
“Holy shit! Are you okay?” Brett exclaimed, immediately bending down to help me up.
“Yeah,” I assured him, letting him help me to my feet.
I wasn’t hurt, physically, I was just painfully embarrassed. Yet again I had made an ass of myself in front of the guy. What was wrong with me? Why, whenever he came around, did I transform into a dumb blonde?
Probably because all the blood was rushing out of my head to somewhere else.
“Are you sure?” he asked, as if he didn’t believe me. “You didn’t bruise or break anything?” Then he started checking me with his hands, patting them all over my body. I could have died right then and there.
“I’m fine!” I yelped, jumping away from him.
I was mortified, freakin’ mortified that I fell on my ass. The last thing I needed was his hands roaming all over me and turning me on. Horny and embarrassed, a sucky combination if there ever was one.
His brows pulled together and he scowled.
I immediately felt the need to apologize. “I’m sorry, I was just surprised. I didn’t think you would show. Thank you for helping me up.”
My phone buzzed and dinged so I bent down to pick it up. My screen was flooded with lots of please in caps with hearts followed by a gazillion exclamation points.
I groaned and dropped down to my chair, forgetting for a moment that Brett was still standing there. It was so hard to say no to Grace. She always covered my ass and it was the first time she asked me to return the favor. I knew she was really into this hot guy from another school… but Eric, yuck. I huffed and my curls flew up. I didn’t know what to tell the girl.
“Do you want to cancel?” Brett asked, pulling my attention back to him.
“Cancel?” I blinked. Did he know about the party?
“Yeah, you weren’t expecting me?” He shifted his weight and grabbed the strap of his messenger bag that was slung over his shoulder with both hands. “And you look pretty busy…”
“Oh, no!” I shook my head at him and then waved my phone in the air. “This, this isn’t busy. It’s just Grace asking me to go to a party with her and I’m trying to figure out a way to let her down, but she’s making it seriously hard. She’s totally claiming she’ll never forgive me, but it’s Eric’s party and Eric is just…”
And now I was babbling. Good going, Amanda. Keep it up.
Both of Brett’s eyebrow
s lifted high and his lips were curling with amusement. “Eric is just?”
I looked back down at my phone and tried not to laugh when I finished, “A douchebag.”
“A douchebag, eh?” Brett said with amusement and I lifted my eyes to see his eyes glittering back at me.
“Yeah, a total douchebag. And if I go to the party with Grace…” My phone buzzed and dinged again, cutting me off. Another gazillion pleases popped up, and I huffed. Damnit, she was not going to give it a rest. “Which is looking more and more likely, I’ll spend the entire night slipping him.”
“Why would you have to slip him?” Brett asked.
I sighed and seriously hoped Brett wasn’t friends with Eric and was going to blab this back to him. “Because he likes me? And I don’t like him. He just doesn’t seem to get it…”
Before I could even finish, Brett popped out, “I’ll go with you.”
“Wha?” I couldn’t even finish the word I was so flabbergasted.
Brett looked away and frowned. “I’ll go with you. It will keep Eric off your back.”
Woah. My voice squeaked as I asked, “You would do that for me?”
Brett shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Sure? Why not?”
But it totally was. It was a huge deal, and I could so see it working. But… “I can’t take advantage of you like that. I mean, my parents are paying you to tutor me, not to babysit me at a party. But thank you for offering.”
“I don’t mind, Mandy,” Brett said, looking back at me, and I felt ensnared by his gaze. I couldn’t move, my heart was pitter-pattering, and it was hard to breathe.
“You don’t mind acting like you’re with me?”
He shook his head and my heart swelled with so much anticipation that I had to swallow it back down.
He didn’t mind. He totally did not mind acting as if he was with me. Did he like me? Had I been misreading him the entire time? Suddenly, I felt overwhelming excited to attend the party, as if just a moment ago I hadn’t been dreading it.
“Oh my god!” I gasped and tore my eyes away from him before I made an even bigger fool of myself. I attempted to mask my own excitement as excitement for telling Grace. “Grace is going to be over the moon! Thank you!”
My fingers flew across my phone as I told her yes, yes I’ll go. Her reaction was swift and full of pulsing hearts. I had to wait for two full minutes for my screen to settle down before I added. And I’m bringing someone.
Of course she immediately asked: Who?
Brett
I was shocked that Mandy wouldn’t want to go to a party, but then again as soon as she mentioned how much of a douche Eric was I could understand her hesitation. I wanted to make her smile though, and it just came out of my mouth without my brain really thinking about it.
“I’ll go with you.”
I still couldn’t figure out though why she thought I would just be acting like I was with her.
Fuck, I wanted to be with her and this looked like it would be a good way to get that to happen. Did she really think that I wouldn’t want to be with her? She was crazy. Half the guys in the school would give their left nut to be with the ice queen.
That was her nickname: The Ice Queen. And yep, each word was capitalized when we spoke about her. She wasn’t mean or a bitch to anyone at all, but she wouldn’t even give a guy goodnight kiss, let alone let them try to reach first base when they did manage to score a date with her. Every guy who went on a date with her came back with the same report. They tried to kiss her or even tried to just hold her hand but she wasn’t having any of it.
Shit, she was starting to get the rep that she might be a lost cause for guys because she might be batting for the same team.
Fuck me though, I had gotten further than any other guy in the school. She kissed me. Well, she kissed my cheek, but I wasn’t going to let semantics get in the way of the bragging I did with myself. That was where most of the guys in school went wrong with dating, they bragged about what they had done with whichever girl they went out with, and it was just embarrassing to the girls. It was a one-way ticket to not getting another date from her.
Me, though, I practiced being as silent as a tree when it came to talking about what I had or had not done with my dates.
So tonight, we were going to go to a party, and I was going to have to get her to understand before we ever left her parents’ house that I wanted it as a date. Not me just pretending to be her date so she could avoid Eric. If I was going to go with her, I wanted it on better terms than me just pretending.
I waited until she took a break from texting to try and get her attention. Her fingers were flying across her phone, and the sending and returning sounds were flying fast. After what felt like an eternity she finally looked to be waiting on a reply. It was my chance.
“Mandy?”
“Hmm?” she was still staring at the screen of her phone. I think she just might have forgotten I was even there.
“Mandy, you know this is a date right?” I asked her.
Still looking down at her phone. “Hmm?”
“Mandy, please look away from the phone for a moment.” I asked quietly.
Her head snapped up, and she looked at me with surprise. Surely she didn’t forget I was still standing there? But she might have the way her cheeks were blushing.
She apologized. “I’m so sorry. Grace was texting me and I kind of got wrapped up in talking to her.”
“It’s okay, I understand. But you haven’t answered me.”
She blinked for a moment in clear confusion. “Oh my god, I really wasn’t paying attention. What did you ask? I am so sorry.”
“I asked if you understood that this would be a date. I am not just pretending to be with you tonight.” Those beautiful blue eyes blinked at me before she blushed even brighter. Well fuck, maybe I misread this whole thing.
“A date?” she asked me tentatively.
I had already gone this far, so I nodded. “I will even be giving you a kiss good night when I drop you off.”
She just stared at me, and I could clearly see the thoughts racing across her mind through her expressive eyes. I swore though if she looked down to the fucking phone I would walk.
She nodded her head finally and smiled. “Okay.”
“What time is the party at?”
“Everyone should be getting there at nine.”
I looked down to the watch on my right wrist, it was six. I needed to go home and get ready, and she probably wanted to change too.
If anything, she was just as fucking hot to me in what she was wearing than if she was really dressed up. She was wearing a pair of black yoga pants and a thin, oversized sweater. All I could do was look at those legs kicked up in the air when she was lying on the floor. And right then I was dying to see her from behind in those tight pants. In school, I’d seen that ass many times as I walked behind her and each time I felt all the blood rush from my head straight down to my dick. It wanted to be nestled in between her thighs, buried deep inside her and thrusting hard.
Fuck, I needed to get a grip or I’d be walking past her dad with a thick fucking boner tenting in my pants. I was quite sure that wouldn’t leave the best of impressions.
“Okay, I need to go home and get showered and cleaned up for the party. I will pick you back up at eight forty-five?”
She nodded her head and jumped up from her chair. Rushing up to me, she wrapped her arms tightly around me. “Thank you for taking me tonight.”
It was that same fucking hug. God dammit, it was like she was trying to mold her body around mine. It was really not fair, nor was it easy to endure. Right then, if we had even the smallest amount of real privacy, I would have bent her over her family’s dining room table and buried my face in her little pussy.
I gently detangled us and smiled down at her. “I’ll be back soon.”
Nodding her head, she turned around and rushed out of the kitchen. I followed her part of the way befor
e I reached the front door and she headed up the stairs. I waved to her parents and headed out the door. I left it to her to explain what we were planning.
* * *
I raced home and ran into the kitchen with a huge smile and wrapped my mom up in a big bearhug. “Hey Mom, I got a date!”
She laughed as I sat her back down and started doing my happy dance around the kitchen island, my feet sliding and my hips wiggling.
“Calm down, son,” my dad said with laughter as he walked into the kitchen.
“No way, it’s a date with Mandy!” I shouted as I dashed out of the kitchen and towards my room. I quickly shut my door and locked it as I heard them down the hall, laughing about something.
“Dinner in forty-five minutes, Brett!” Mom yelled.
“Okay!”
I removed my clothing, dropped it all to the floor and stood before my mirror. I didn’t look like the sixteen-year-old kid anymore. I had gotten a bit taller and my body was finally showing the results I have been pushing it for. I didn’t have the body of a Greek god yet, but I was not the same pip-squeak as I was before.
I flexed for a moment before looking down towards my cock. Yep, it was still halfway hard and begging for Mandy. Damn.
Jumping into the shower, I had to do something about the monster or he would never allow me to concentrate. I wrapped my fingers around the throbbing think shaft. I couldn’t remember the last time I was that damn rock hard and that was saying something for my eighteen-year-old self back then. I could get a boner from just the way my underwear brushed up against me. Fuck, I could get an erection walking into the grocery store.
It’s just the way we guys are built, horny at the drop of a hat.
Closing my eyes, I leaned my head against the arm I had up against the cool tile. I remembered the brief flash of what looked like an outline of a thong under those yoga pants. I thought of sliding up behind her, my arms wrapping around her as my hands slowly slid up from her tight little tanned stomach. Slowly, they’d travel up, under her shirt and cup those full breasts. My lips would brush up against her neck and nuzzle her. She would moan while pushing her bubble butt back against my aching cock. Pinching her nipple with my left hand, I would slide my hand down to her waistband and push those yoga pants down, below her delicious ass.
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