She’s everything.
She studies me for a few quiet seconds. “Um, you should maybe rethink not eating at lunch since you’re the backup QB this year. I’m sure you need to eat to keep up your strength.”
She hauls herself to her feet, wobbling a little and smoothing her skirt down. I pick her tray up and try to think of something, anything, to say. She’s going to bolt, and God knows when I’ll have another chance to talk to her. Opportunities like this have been few and far between since we met on the first day of school last year.
“Damn wedges,” she mutters. “Who invented these stupid things anyway?”
“What are wedges?”
Her cheeks turn a furious shade of red as she peeks at me.
“Um, the shoes,” she says. “They’re called wedges. I don’t wear them very often, so I’m not really good at walking in them.” She gestures to her food-covered shirt. “Obviously.”
Don’t look at her tits. Don’t look at her tits.
“Oh, uh. I don’t know much about shoes. I usually just wear sneakers or cleats, so…”
My mouth waters from the idea of helping her clean up by licking the food off her tits. The feel of her tugging the tray out of my hand snaps my gaze back up to hers.
Shit, I was staring at her tits again. The red splatter all over her chest is like a homing beacon for my depraved eyeballs. Did she say something? Where’s she going?
She pivots and walks away without another word or glance in my direction. I must’ve missed the part where she told me that she was done with me.
In my peripheral vision, I see everyone watching her quick exit. Shit. If I’m imagining licking the sauce off her, these other assholes might be too. Fuck no. They couldn’t be bothered to help her, so they don’t get to think about licking her tits. That’s my job. I earned it.
If grades were issued for fantasizing about this girl, I’d be on the honor roll.
“Hey! Uh, wait up!” I jog to catch up to her, which isn’t hard. She really can’t walk well in those shoes. “Do you have something to change into? You can’t… Um, I mean, you probably don’t want to walk around the rest of the day wearing spaghetti.”
She casts her glance my way, but keeps her chin raised and her forward momentum. “Yeah. I have a change of clothes in my locker for band practice after school.”
“Well, uh…” Shit. Think, Falls. Think. “Our lockers are on the other side of the building, and lunch block is almost over. You won’t make it to our next class in time. Aren’t you scheduled to give your lab findings today in Chem?”
“Yeah…” She stops abruptly and gives me the once-over. Not in a good way. Like she’s suspicious.
Maybe she doesn’t like having a secret stalker. Dammit, of course she doesn’t. I’m a loser. She’s obviously got a crush on someone and that’s why her appearance is so different today. She must be trying to get his attention. Why would she want me to be aware of every move she makes all day long?
She drops her tray onto the belt by the door and abandons waiting for a response from me. Dammit, I’m losing her. I gotta think faster on my feet.
“Um, because, you know…I noticed that you and your lab partner didn’t go yesterday, but we did. My lab partner and I, I mean. We presented our findings yesterday, but you didn’t. So, uh…you can’t really be late today because of that.”
She pushes through the double doors of the cafeteria and makes a beeline for the restrooms across the hall. “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t have time to change. I’ll just have to wet a paper towel and wipe it off the best I can.”
“No!” I yelp.
She startles and takes a step away from me, her eyes wide.
“Uh, I just mean…” If you make your shirt any wetter, I won’t be able to walk for the rest of the day and all the other guys will drool over your perfect tits. Oh God, please don’t do that to me. I won’t survive.
“I’ll, um, see you in chemistry,” she squeaks out. Right before she backs into the girls’ room and slams the door behind her.
Wow, did I epically fuck that up. Why didn’t I just tell her that my football locker’s right around the corner and I could give her a shirt to change into? It’s really too far for her to make it to her locker in the sophomore wing and then to chemistry on time. My feet take me in the direction of her salvation. I can still come back from this if I hurry. I’ll just grab my practice jersey and my extra shorts. They might be a little big on her, but there’s a drawstring and at least no one can sneak a peek at her tight ass if my shorts go down to her knees.
Holy shit, she’s gonna be wearing my jersey the rest of the day. My name’s gonna be on her back for everyone else to see.
My eyes widen with the realization as I jog into the locker room with more speed. I mean, I’ve wanted to give her my jersey since the first day I met her, but I never thought it could actually happen. Yeah, this isn’t my ideal scenario, but I’ll take what I can get. I’m desperate. And maybe, if I play her knight in shining armor, she’ll give me a chance.
I’d kill for a chance with this girl.
After grabbing my clothes, I slam my locker door closed and another thought enters my mind. She’ll have to change. She won’t be able to slip my clothes overtop of her dirty ones. Oh my God, she’s about to be naked, with only a wooden door separating us.
The images race through my mind as fast as I run towards her. She’ll peel her soaked shirt up and over her head. Shimmy out of her little skirt and let it fall around her ankles. Fuck, maybe her bra’s all wet too and she’ll have to take it off. Her naked tits will be touching my jersey. My jersey will be in direct contact with her nipples. I have never wanted to be an inanimate object so badly in my entire life.
Holy shit. I’m jealous of my jersey.
I skid to a stop outside the restroom. I can’t exactly go in there, so I’ll just have to wait until she appears. Then I can come to her rescue and give her my clothes, and she’ll be so grateful that she’ll invite me inside with her to help her change. She’ll be all coy and turn her back to me, but I’ll be able to see her in the mirrors over the sinks. And I won’t be able to just watch. Hell, no. As soon as she’s down to nothing but lacy little panties, I’ll need to touch. And she won’t stop me because, if it weren’t for me and my quick thinking, she’d have to do a chem presentation in a spaghetti-soaked shirt. She’ll be so thankful for my help that she’ll let me prop her hands on either side of the sink. She’ll watch me with her fucking gorgeous, blue eyes and a smirk on those kissable lips as I run my hands down her naked body. And I’ll watch too. I’ll watch myself touching her in the mirror as she watches me. I’ll watch as I cup those still-damp tits in my hands. They’ll be the perfect handful. Not too small, not too big. Just right. For me.
She’ll be so turned on that she’ll press that sweet ass into my dick and show me she wants me. And hey, because I’m a generous guy, I’ll have to give it to her, right? She won’t need to say a word because I’ll always know exactly what she means without her having to tell me anything. Her eyes will do all the talking. We won’t have time for anything more than a quickie before the bell rings. No problem. I’ll undo my jeans, pull her hot little panties down, and fuck her from behind. That way, we can both watch in the mirror. It’ll be the hottest porn ever. Her pussy will be so hot and tight wrapped around my dick. God, I can feel it now. She’ll be a perfect fit. Every time I bury myself in her, that tight ass will slap against me. Her sweet tits will bounce in time as I pound into her fast and hard. I’m gonna come all over her back and mark her neck with my teeth. Fuck yes. Because she’ll be wearing my cum, a hickey, and my jersey for the rest of the day, every dude in this building will know she’s off-limits. They’ll smell and see me on her skin and read my name on her body.
She’s mine. All mine. And that dude she was trying to impress in the cafeteria can just go fuck himself.
The first bell rips me out of my daydream. Though my dick’s drooling for what my brain j
ust cooked up, there’s no way it’ll ever go down like that. My sweet Evie deserves way more than a quick bathroom fuck for her first time.
I’ve heard some pretty weird stories about first times in the locker room, but whatever bizarre hookup places the guys talk about, they all seem to have one thing in common: It’s never as good for the girl as it is for the guy. It seems kind of unfair, if you ask me. It’s like we guys are programmed to pump our dicks in wherever and whatever until we get off. Simple equation. Girls get the short end of the stick with losing their virginity. I’ve heard everything from a bloody mess, to the girl actually crying from the pain, to her just begging the guy to come so it can be over.
I don’t want it to be like that with me and Evie. I don’t want to hurt her, scare her off from sex forever, or, even worse, drive her to look for a better time with someone else. It’s probably unnatural, the amount of time and Internet research I’ve done into being sure I can make it good for her. The trick is to take it slow. But I think it’s gotta be more than that. I don’t just want Evie to walk away from our first time satisfied. I want her to keep coming back for more. I know that, after I have her once, it’ll never be enough. I’ll want that girl forever.
My daydream of hardcore porn fades away to be replaced with what I really want for her. Soft touches, slow, deep kisses, taking my time until she begs me for it. Fuck, I’m so hard that it hurts. I swear I can never get jeans that fit right, and when I get a boner, it’s almost painful. I guess it’s just one of those guy things we all suffer through in silence. It’s weird that whoever makes men’s pants wouldn’t think to give us some breathing room. I’m pretty sure I spend half of my life with a raging hard-on.
A couple of students trickle out of the cafeteria as I turn towards the wall to hide my throbbing dick. I’m gonna need to jerk off before practice or I won’t be able to concentrate on anything. Hell, knowing I’m about to be feet away from the naked woman of my dreams means I’ll need to jerk off again when I get home.
My best record for twenty-four hours is five times. I bet I can beat that tonight. I’ve never had this much real-life motivation before.
I’ve heard of people dying from heart attacks while having sex. I wonder if it’s possible to kill yourself from coming too much. My poor dick was pretty raw after that last record-setting night. Maybe I should invest in some lube or at least use some lotion or something. Yeah. That seems like a good idea. Or maybe I just shouldn’t whack off so much? Nah. My dick and I are competitive that way. That’s just how I’ve been trained to be. Gotta push through to the next level. At least until I start getting some for real. Which should be in the works any minute now…
My train of thought pulls into the disappointment station when a girl steps out of the restroom and gives me a flirty smile. It’s not my girl.
“Hey, is there anyone in there?”
“Well, I was. But, now, I’m not. Were you waiting for me?”
“Uh, no.”
The blond girl gives me the pouty face. I hate it when chicks do that. They can’t possibly think it’s attractive.
“You sure no one else was in there?” I know that Evie went in here. I watched her with my own eyes. It took me less than two minutes to grab my clothes and get back to this spot.
“No,” she huffs. “But I wasn’t really paying attention.”
I’m saved from angry Barbie by my friend, Kerri.
“Hey, Rob. What’s up?” She gestures to the clothes still clutched in my hand.
“Evie went in there a minute ago after her lunch episode. Can you go in and give her these for me?”
Kerri gives me a weird look. “Evie who?”
“Evie Papageorgiou. You know, the one whose locker is right by yours?”
There’s no other Evie in this school that I know of.
“Um, sure,” Kerri says, dragging the words out. She grabs the clothes from my hand. “You’d better get to class. Don’t want to be late. I’ll just pop in and give these to her.”
“That’s all right. I’ll wait for her. We’re going to the same class anyway.”
Oh, shit. My books are still in the cafeteria, and I’ll bet hers are too.
“Okay. I’ll let her know you’re waiting for her.” Kerri disappears into the restroom.
“Here are your books.” Mike comes up beside me and thrusts them into my arm. “She okay?”
“Thanks. I don’t know. She hasn’t come out yet. Hey, uh, she probably left her books behind too. I’m just gonna run back and get them. Will you wait here for her and make sure she’s all right? I gave her some of my extra practice clothes, but they might be too big.”
Besides, I gotta get away from the naked girl on the other side of that door. Too many witnesses for me to get as horny as that thought makes me. There’s nothing more embarrassing than knowing you have a raging boner everyone can see even through your pants.
Alex laughs as he approaches. “You’re such a chickenshit. If you wanna give a girl your jersey, you just give it to her. Did you trip her so you could do this?”
I roll my eyes. “No. I wouldn’t do anything that might hurt her. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I push off the wall to go in search of Evie’s books to earn myself some more brownie points, but Mike stops me.
“Alyssa already grabbed her books and headed to class.”
Damn, I wasn’t quick enough on the snap for that one. Jeremy probably put his girlfriend up to it. It makes me nervous that one of my best friends is dating one of Evie’s best friends. I keep waiting for someone to spill my little secret. My money’s on Jeremy to screw this up for me. He already almost did.
Kerri steps out of the restroom, still…holding my clothes?
“Sorry, Rob.” She shrugs. “She wasn’t in there. I can give these to her the next time we’re at our lockers if you want though.”
Aww, dammit. I run a hand through my hair and sigh. She probably thinks I’m some sort of crazy person after the way I reacted to her wet shirt idea. She must’ve bolted to get away from me as soon as the coast was clear.
“No sweat, bro.” Mike claps a rough hand on my shoulder. “Knowing her, she was embarrassed and probably just bailed to go home for the day.”
“You want me to keep these just in case?” Kerri asks.
Alex grabs them from her before I can even answer. “Nah, he’s good.”
Kerri stalks away, probably pissed at Alex’s dismissal.
“Fuck. This sucks.” I head towards class, not really caring if my friends follow. Misery has a chokehold on my throat, and they don’t really need to see me wallowing. I’m a total loser.
“Don’t be such a drama queen,” Alex laughs from beside me. “You did good today. Just do it again tomorrow.”
“And maybe the next day,” Mike chimes in. “And the next. It’s just like football. You only get out of it what you put into it. You wanna reach the goal? Work harder.”
If it only were that easy. Football, I get. Girls? No fucking clue. Evie Papageorgiou? Might as well be talking rocket science in Mandarin. I got nothin’.
“You guys don’t get it. I sound like a fucking idiot whenever I open my mouth. She probably never wants to talk to me again after today.”
“Hey, speaking of girlfriends, I gotta bail. Bekah is waiting.” Alex shoots us a slimy wink and turns down the next hallway. He’s so freaking whipped.
I’m so freaking jealous.
“If you don’t know what to say, then just keep your mouth shut,” Mike coaches. “Actions speak louder than words anyway.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“This is on you, buddy. I’m not gonna help you. If you want her, then you gotta earn her. Today was a good start.” Mike bumps into me with his shoulder, knocking me off-balance.
I throw him a dirty look as another unwelcome thought forms in my brain that honestly makes me angrier than thinking about Evie trying to impress another guy. “Was that…was that a fucking test back there? Is that
why you didn’t help her?”
He shrugs like it’s no big deal that he left her to fend for herself. “Just wanted to make sure your rep won’t ever be more important to you than she is.”
“That was a real dickhead thing to do, Mike.”
“Maybe,” he admits. “You might be my friend, but she’s like my sister. She’ll always come first. It’s my job to make sure you’ll treat her the same way.” He stops abruptly and turns me towards him until we’re face-to-face. “Think of me and Alex as the angel and devil on your shoulders. He’ll be your wingman, show you the ropes, teach you what to do, how to act, what to say to win her over. But me? I’ll be the guy always checking in with her to make sure you’re treating her right. I’ll be the one watching you like a hawk for one wrong move. And, if you ever hurt her, I’ll be your worst nightmare.”
The hard expression on his face and the tone of his voice leave no room for argument. He means every word. I both respect and fear him, and my averted gaze and hunched shoulders show it.
His smile proves that’s exactly the reaction he was hoping for.
“Try again tomorrow. Or don’t. It’s up to you. I’d rather her be with you because I trust you a hell of a lot more than any of the other assholes in this school. If someone else gets to her first, that’s only gonna make my job of watching out for her that much harder.”
“Is this another test? You want to see if I’ll react to the idea of someone getting to her before me? You want me to up my game so that doesn’t happen?”
“Maybe.” With that, he turns on the ball of his foot to head into his next class.
“Your reverse psychology bullshit won’t work on me, Mitchell!” I call after him. “I’m too smart for that shit!”
“You keep telling yourself that, Falls!” he throws back over his shoulder.
It’s not until he disappears into the classroom that I realize everyone in the hallway heard that exchange. My cheeks heat up, and I duck my head to avoid meeting their stares.
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