Hey every one! This is one of the first stories I put up on here. I added four at the same time and there are alot more in the works. The four I added were this one, Doughboy, Stand In, and Turning Sixteen. I would really appreciate your feedback just email me at iwnt2burb@yahoo.com. This, just so you know isn't my main email so I may not reply immediately. I hope you like my story.
This installation contains no sex because I needed to set up the story. You may want to check one of the other stories if that's all you want. Later installments most likely will contain some sort of sex. I'm not sure where I want to go and I need your feedback to decide.
I shot the ball, and Jay smiled at the miss.
"Shut up, I don't play basketball," he played for the JV team, and was a point guard or something of the like. "I could still probably beat you though," the smile faltered,
"You're joking right?" Retrieving the ball I dribbled it a couple of steps,
"Nope," I shot it, for a nice swish.
"Oh, Oreo's got game," he grabbed the ball,
"Then let's go, the first to twenty," he passed me the ball,
"Rules?" I passed the ball back,
"None, except for no traveling or double dribbling," I shrugged,
"Not that I know what any of that is," he frowned,
"You're not serious," snatching the ball,
"Why don't we find out," I went up for a lay-up and scored. He laughed as I `checked' the ball. I think that's what it's called. Five minutes into the game, I was tired. Jay had me running all around the court, just because he could basically. The game was tied though, 16 to 16. I checked him the ball and started dribbling the ball moving backwards. I got a great idea, stopped, held the ball in my right hand, pivoted on my toe, pushed him away, and shot the ball for two.
"You said no rules," I smiled. Slowly, he nodded,
"Ok, 18 to 16," he threw the ball at me, and I checked it to him. He passed it back and I began backing up again, I'd only been going for about three steps when I felt his arm under mine. He pinched my nip, and I let out a small yelp, dropping the ball. He grabbed the ball and went up for the lay up. Recovering quickly, I ran up, and swiped at the ball, barely hitting it, but making it not go in. Grabbing the ball, I paused and rubbed my chest,
"That hurt," I told him, his bottom lip poked out mockingly,
"Aww, Oreo got a boo-boo," I pushed him,
"It's still 18 to 16," I dribbled the ball a little, and he came back up to me. Stepping back, I stopped dribbling and was about to shoot. He pinched me again, on the same nipple right before the ball left my hands. He snatched the ball from the air, and shot for two, and made it.
"18 up," he said, meaning the score was tied. He checked me the ball and I passed it back. Slowly, he made his way forward, his arm out to prevent me from getting any closer. Stopping, he dropped his arm, and then brought it up to the ball, I knew he'd shoot and his arms were in the way of his chest. I thought quickly, and lunged, grabbing and yanking down his pants before he jumped up for the shot. The ball didn't go far so I snatched it up, ran behind the three-point line, and shot for two, with him fumbling with his shorts. Making it, I smiled,
"Who can't play now, loser?" His face screwed up,
"You still can't play," his face smoothed, "Luck, and illegal moves,"
"Wha-" my jaw dropped, "You're the one who suggested this `no rules' thing," he'd been moving towards me the entire time
"But that was only cause," he looked down,
"Cause what?"
"Cause I wanted to do this," he leaned in and his lips met mine. Snatching the ball, he went up for a lay-up, and made it. My fingers came up, and brushed my lips, I couldn't believe Jay had kissed me.
"Dude, what the-" I started,
"Don't even try it," Jay turned around looking at me. "I know you liked it, don't tell me you didn't," he walked to where I was standing, "I've seen you throwing glances at me in the hall," he grabbed my waist and pulled me into him, my slowly hardening crotch ground into his leg.
"That's what I thought," he let my waist go and started towards the showers,
"Come on," he shot a glance over his shoulder. "I won't take you home all sweaty, got to get you showered," I stood there, not moving. He turned around, "Do I have to carry you into the locker room,"
"You couldn't carry me anywhere," I shook off the immobility; he crossed the space between us in a few steps, crouched down, and threw me onto his shoulder.
"Say that again," he said, I could hear the smile in his voice as he carried me towards the locker room,
"Jay! If you don't put me down, I swear I will-" I complained, moving my feet,
"You will what," he hopped a little making me bounce on his shoulder, it was uncomfortable,
"Oww, let me down" I hit him on his back,
"Doesn't hurt, and we're here," he pushed open the door, walked across the floor, and set me on one of the long wooden benches.
"I'll wash at home," I said standing.
"You will not! You always wash at home, what have you never been in the showers," I shook my head. Instead of taking a PE class, I'd taken JROTC so I never had to use the locker rooms.
"Well, you're washing here today, even if I have to take your clothes off and drag you in there,"
"I don't have shower shoes," I whispered. I was looking for a way out, "So I can't shower because I don't want to get some kind of disease," I stood, and slowly made my way to the door, Jay grabbed my hand, and pulled me into him. He kissed me again, his soft lips barely brushing mine. His arms felt great around me, his hard, smooth muscles. I pushed him away gently,
"Stop it," I wiped my lips, "I'm not going to do it," Turning around, I opened the door,
"You're not serious are you," he asked, he looked sad,
"I'll be out here when you get done," I let the door close behind me.
I couldn't believe I'd actually done it. I'd sat out on the bleachers, the entire time Jay was in the locker room. Of course I was tempted to go back in but I didn't. He came out looking all dejected, and led me to the car.
I jumped in the car, and he spun the tires, backing out of the parking lot. He was shifting the gears of the Mustang, and I looked over at him. His jaw was set, in what seemed like frustration. A feeling of guilt mixed with something else I couldn't quite place gnawed at my belly. Slowly, I slid my hand over to his arm; it was still resting in the middle of the car. My fingertips brushed his arm. He looked over at me, his jaw slowly relaxing.
"What happened back there, it wasn't you," I explained, I ran my fingers up and down his arm. "I just-" I sighed, "I dunno," my hand dipped down to his leg, and traveled up and down,
"I mean because, I would have loved to-" I stopped my hand, as it rubbed his inner thigh, letting my sentence trail off.
"You would have loved to what?" He didn't even look at me,
"Are you mad at me?" I pulled my hand away, "Are you mad at me for not staying in there with you?"
"Mad no, confused, yes, frustrated maybe,"
"Am I supposed to apologize for not wanting to do you in the locker room?" I turned in my seat, now facing him "Because I'm sorry if I'm not like the tricks from after the game" the car swung up and into the driveway.
"Tell me something," he turned to face me, and pulled up the thing separating the two seats, "Did you like what was happening?"
"Yeah,"
"Did you want to do more?" He moved an inch closer,
"Yeah,"
"Well why did you stop it?" His voice dropped to a whisper,
"Because of who you are, and I figure you're one of those one time, `I need to get off now' type of guys, and I don't want to be an easy out" his lips met mine as soon as I finished, he pulled away,
"Well you won't,"
My eyes popped open and I sat there for a minute. Turning my head, I glanced at the digital clock. It was 5:47; I usually wake up at 5:45. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and ran a hand over my head. My mind went directly to Jay and what happened last night. I shook my head, attempting to shake him out.
I made my way into the bathroom and showered. Coming out, I crossed the room and went through my small closet, and into the room sized closet,
"Jason," my mom called, she was out in the hall.
"I'm in my closet," I was wearing a robe, so I didn't care if she came in.
"Well I was just coming in here to tell you that your dad and I are leaving for a conference," Mom was a Mary Kay consultant. She was big time, an executive of some sort, so they went on a lot of trips of conferences for her. Either ones she was having, or the ones other people were having. Sometimes she traveled just to recruit, and sometimes they went on vacations, and thought I was just oblivious. Dad owned his own real estate company so he basically did whatever he wanted to, and only sold the most exclusive properties, and when he did, that meant he usually had to travel. I didn't really care because I was always left at home, by myself for weeks on end.
"We'll be back next Saturday," I nodded, it was Tuesday,
"So there's $400 downstairs on the table," she wasn't looking at me but was scrolling through her BlackBerry. "Don't take it all in your wallet in one day, you know the drill," Absentmindedly, she pulled me into her as some type of hug, before turning, and disappearing into the smaller closet. Not to long afterwards, I heard the door downstairs close. They'd already packed, and Dad was probably already in the car, they just decided to tell me this time. I shook my head as I dressed.
"I'm the only one in this freaking house that stays here for any period of time!" I said out loud, "And I'm the only person who keeps up this house, and makes sure we adhere to the freaking standards!" I was referring to the neighborhood's standards. "I'M THE FREAKING ADULT!" I was getting madder as I was talking. I stormed out the room, and down the stairs.
"If I freaking killed myself no one would even know!" I jumped the bottom three, and started towards the kitchen,
"I would," I stopped cold, at the soft voice. It wasn't mom, and dad's voice had a sort of rumbling quality to it, he couldn't make his voice sound that affectionate. Well not towards me at least. I spun around slowly. It was Jay.
"How did you-"
"Caught your mom before she closed the door all the way, and told her I was going to drive you today," Yesterday was the first time I'd ever been in his car, I was passing English with a 99, and he was failing with a 57. He'd asked me to tutor him, and then I had to go help with the Style club. He'd decided to go and shoot some hoops, and I'd come in after the meeting and `played' with him.
"And she went for that?" I regained my thought process. Turning, I led him into the kitchen,
"Well basically, she didn't look up at me, and left the door open," I nodded, and gestured toward the stool, so he'd sit down,
"You want some cereal?" He nodded. Standing on my tiptoes, I reached up to the top of the shelf, and grabbed the sugar canister. He mumbled something,
"What was that?" I pulled down the frosted flakes, and two bowls,
"Oh nothing," I looked at him," Just talking abut the view," his finger pointed towards the window, I nodded,
"Riiiigggghhhttt," I made him a bowl of cereal, adding the milk, and put some water on the stove for me. I made me a bowl of cereal, and sat across from him at the kitchen island, so I was close to the kettle.
"So, are you going to need a ride home from school?" I shrugged.
"I don't need a ride home, unless I have to tutor,"
"Well about that," he was talking around a mouth full of cereal, "I can't really study at school, it's that vibe," he smiled, "and I'm not comfortable," I nodded and swallowed my mouthful,
"Umm, well where would you be comfortable," I was looking at the bowl,
"I'm pretty comfortable here," the kettle began whistling loudly, shattering the tense atmosphere. I picked it off the stove, and poured the water into a mug after setting a tea bag inside.
"We'll see," I smiled "We'll see," He smiled back at me, through the steam from the mug, he had a little milk dribbling from the corner of his mouth, I wiped the side of my mouth hoping he'd get the hint. He didn't of course, I did it again. He still didn't get it. I started to laugh.