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She is the One (Part 17)

Date: 1/19/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Romance, School, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: jashley13, Rating: 91.2, Source: sexstories.com

I thought about it as much as any guy. Problem is, you don’t really have anything to compare it to so it’s all mystery and stuff.” “What about a Kleenex and lotion?” I grimaced. “Yeah, I never did that.” “Never?” She seemed genuinely surprised at that. I held up a hand. “If I need to consult Professor Hanz Jerkov, I’m going with Hanz himself. He doesn’t need any help.” “God, we’re weird,” Kayla laughed, sitting up. “Yes we are.” She stood up, a hand on her belly. “You know, I think I really will need to go and wreck your toilet.” I laughed and was about to say something witty (read: smartassy) in response, when I noticed that the door was open a crack. There was no one on the other side, but… “Kayla, did you close the door when you came in?” She noticed the crack as well. “I thought I did,” she said, nervousness creeping into her voice. “Hey,” I said, lifting her chin, “It probably just bounced back open. I’ve had trouble with that latch.” She looked skeptical. “Really?” “Yeah, really. And besides, if it was our parents, I think they’d make themselves known pretty quick.” That seemed to soothe her. “True,” she said, then groaned, “Okay, I need to get to the bathroom. Like right now.” I walked with her to the bathroom and leaned against the wall as I waited for her. There was nothing wrong with the latch on my door; we had just forgotten to lock. Someone had seen us, maybe even watched us for a bit. And I had a pretty good idea who it was. Their name rhymed with Amanda. ... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “…and have a safe and happy holiday.” The bell tolled but everyone was already whooping and leaping for the exit, Kayla and I among them. I stopped just long enough to say, “Happy holidays, Ms. Locke!” and receive a non-committal grunt from her. She’d been very cool with me in the three last weeks before Christmas holidays and I didn’t really expect anything else from her, but it was a courtesy all the same. And it wasn’t just the fact that we were being let out for two weeks of school-free jollity. Dad was taking the day off from work to go pick up Tara at the airport. Her school had let out the Friday earlier (lucky her, living in a state that didn’t hate its students) and she had spent the entire time since she had left her last class blowing up Kayla’s and my phone with texts of excitement. She had been surprised we weren’t let out the previous Friday, having to wait until the next Wednesday (why? Who the hell knows?), but now that extra bit of waiting was about to pay off. Kayla was as hopping with excitement as I was. “When does her flight get in?” she asked for what must have been the tenth time that day. “I’m not saying,” I replied, “You’ll just have to remember what I told you fifteen minutes ago.” She pouted and jabbed me in the side. “It gets in at five.” “Then why did you ask me?” “Because I’m so excited !” she squealed. It would have been ...