In the Last Chapter…
The Quiz Bowl team experiences a lot of highs and lows. They finally have enough members to qualify to go to competitions now, but Jason and Rose keep fighting, seemingly unable to find common ground. Jason’s also not having a great time at home, with his mother demanding to see the permission form she doesn’t remember signing to allow Jason to join the team, and being rather physically demanding with him in the process. The team picks up that this is happening in Jason’s home life. Jack seems particularly sympathetic, and Sarah seems to forgive him with the two of them fooling around in the library after school one day…
Not even my fucking parents could take me out of the good mood I was in when I got home from the library. I wasn’t the type to dance, like, ever, but I practically danced into the house, with all of the memories of being with Sarah in that library still fresh in my mind.
Hailey found me before my parents did. “You’re gonna want to prepare yourself,” she warned me in an even tone. “Mom and dad are so angry at you.”
“What’s new?” I sarcastically countered, kicking off my shoes and walking into the living room. It was true, I was kind of dreading their response, but also… they didn’t run my life. And now, no thanks to them, I had a reason to look forward to tomorrow. Not just see the bright side, but actually look forward to it. It was the first time I felt that way since they took away my computer. Hell, if anything, it just felt stronger.
And when you feel really happy, you do dumb shit. Like how I was the one to say something first instead of not giving a shit and letting my mom and dad say whatever they wanted, when they wanted.
“I am having a really good day,” I announced.
They were both in their own worlds. Their own grumpy-ass worlds. My dad gave me a side-eye. “You’re late home,” he told me.
“Oh, did you give me a time to be home by?” I asked, deciding to let my tone be neutral.
“Jason, you will not talk back to your father,” my mom warned me in an ominously calm voice.
“No, like, I’m actually asking, because if I knew, I would have,” I said. It was probably a lie. “If you want to give me a time to be home by for tomorrow, I’ll do that. Y’know, so it won’t be a problem.”
There was a beat of silence, punctuated by Hailey laughing out loud in the other room. “What the hell, Jason? Did you bomb the school today or something?” she laughed, clearly highlighting how out-of-the-ordinary my response was.
“Hailey, language,” my mom cut in.
My dad was unmoved. “You should know when ‘too late’ is, Jason.”
I shrugged. “I honestly don’t, so I guess I’m just stupid or something,” I said, again in a flat tone. “Can I have, like, a ballpark guess?” I checked the clock on the wall. “Like… what, be home by five? I guess six is too much, right?”
My mom turned to my dad. “Do you think he’s making fun of us?” she asked him. “He’s never acted like this before.”
Hailey walked by, a basket of laundry in her arms. She gave me a ‘what are you doing’ smile as she walked behind my parents. I made eye contact with her, but didn’t react beyond that. “I’m just asking,” I told them. “I’m happy not to do it again, but I need, y’know, an idea here. When’s too late?”
My dad frowned, then turned back to the TV. Fox News was starting up again. “Before six,” he grumbled. “And don’t do it again.”
“I won’t!” I told him, probably shocking them both again with my lack of arguing. I barreled up the stairs and threw my bag into my room a whole second before I walked in, landing on my bed and reaching into my bag to pull out the game book, flipping through it.
It didn’t take long to see Hailey at my doorway. I looked up but didn’t say anything.
“Seriously, what the hell?” she asked, a little quieter. “Did you get laid today or something?”
“Jeez,” I laughed. “Since when have you been so nosy?”
“Well it’s either that or you got replaced by an alien,” she joked with a serious expression.
I chuckled. “Then I guess you can figure out which of the two happened, can’t ya?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Gross!”
“You’re literally the one who brought it up,” I told her, then paused, putting down my book. “I got to second base with a cutie at the library today. There. Happy?”
She rolled her eyes. “No one meets cute girls at a library, you liar,” she accused. “Especially not someone like you.”
“I didn’t meet her at the library. I met her at a school club.” I picked up the book, reopened it, then paused to smile poignantly at her. “Thanks, by the way.”
“Trivia club?” she asked, putting the pieces together.
“Mhm!”
“That’s even less likely, you dork.”
“Then I guess I’m pretty fuckin’ lucky, huh?” I closed my eyes immediately, realizing I just swore in the house. “Hey, uh, please… please don’t tell them… I think I’m finally off the hook for my earlier thing…”
Hailey stared at me for a bit, then rolled her eyes. “Whatever,” she told me disinterestedly, walking away. “By the way, your friends on Discord won’t shut up about when you’re coming back.”
“What did you tell them?” I called out after her.
“I logged out,” was her reply. I shrugged. That sounded about right for her. I missed my online friends, but I had to admit, it was cool to have a real-life friend too. Even when I got my computer back, maybe… maybe I’d have to tell them, “Sorry guys, not tonight. I have plans with my girlfriend.”
My back stiffened. I had to cut that out. She said she was off the market. No feelings, Jason. No feelings.
***
“What is the largest country entirely in the southern hemisphere?” Chadwick asked.
Rose buzzed in. “Australia.”
“Correct. Otitis media is an inflammatory disease affecting which part of the human body?”
Rose buzzed in again. “The ear.”
“Correct. Which jazz trumpet player was best recognized by his nickname ‘Satchmo’?”
Guess Who buzzed in. “Louis Armstrong.”
“Correct. Who composed the march Pomp and Circumstance?”
Yet again, Rose buzzed in. “John Philip Sousa.”
“I’m sorry, that’s not correct. Anyo-”
Rose banged her fist on the table angrily, causing Sarah to yelp. Chadwick gave Rose a side-eye, then continued. “Anyone else?” She waited. “Three, two, one. The correct answer was Edward Elgar. That concludes the round. Rose, you shouldn-”
“I know, I get it,” Rose admitted, breathing a little heavily.
No one said anything for a bit. “Is only game,” Jack quipped, imitating some high Russian voice. “Why you heff to be mad?”
Rose, of course, didn’t respond in kind, or respond at all. She rolled her eyes at Jack and just elected to look out the window. Chadwick continued regardless. “Total points for the game?”
Ryan, sitting at the alternates table, looked at his notepad. “540,” he diligently replied.
“We’re at least consistently above 500,” Jack commented. “Probably Districts material.”
“That’s in two weeks, right?” Sarah chimed in. “I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be,” Chadwick reassured her. “Number one, Districts is pretty low-stakes, and number two, it’s just supposed to be fun.”
I looked around, shrugging. “I mean, it’s fun to compete and, like, you play to win the game, right? I’m kinda… I get where Rose is coming from.” People just looked at me, so I shrugged. “What? She’s just getting all physical and stuff because she’s into the game. That’s not a bad thing.”
Rose looked away from the window to give me a weirded-out look. “We were done talking about me,” she pointed out, her voice as bitchy as ever.
“I was taking your side here,” I argued back.
“I don’t nee-” Rose began, then saw the hand Chadwick raised. She shook her head, dismissing the rest of the sentence away, and continued to look out the window.
Jeez. The word ‘bitch’ was invented for girls like her. Even when I was trying to be kind to her, she still had to pull this kind of shit. What was she doing, trying to be the most unlikable person in the school? If so, it was freakin’ working.
After another round, Chadwick glanced at the clock. “That’s time,” she announced. “We’ll see each other next week, and the week after that… Districts!”
“Thank God we’re not in a rich neighborhood,” Jack noted. “What’s the toughest school in our district, Arlo Guthrie or something?”
“Guthrie is a bunch of lame ducks this year, I already checked,” Ryan retorted. “Districts will be easy. But Regionals is where things will get tricky. Clover Hill is the odds-on favorite for like the third year in a row. And then we get to Counties.”
Jack nodded along. “Well, thank God we’re not playing on Hard Mode there either,” he replied, gathering his stuff. “Can you imagine if we were in Suffolk? I would Suffolk-ate!” He grinned, pretending to choke himself to punctuate his point.
Rose groaned, Sarah giggled politely and Candy openly laughed. Ryan only nodded sagely. “No matter how far we get, we’re never going to States, and thank God.” He finished packing up his things. “I don’t wanna go against BLS. Ever.”
“You guys are just saying random words and letters,” I accused lightheartedly.
Ryan looked at me like I was stupid. “BLS. Boston Latin School. Consistently among the top 30 in the country, never not the top high school in the state. And their Quiz Bowl team? It’s the stuff of nightmares.”
“Yeah, I’m shaking in my seat,” I replied sarcastically. “What’s gonna happen, we’re gonna go against them in Act Three or something?”
“Hey, if this team makes it to States, we could!” Chadwick replied supportively.
“Hazelwood has made it to Regionals twice, ever,” Rose pointed out, choosing now to get out of her seat. “Jason, I want to talk to you in private.”
I looked around the room. “Uh, why?”
She looked at me like I was an idiot. “If I wanted to tell you why, I’d just tell you here. Can you just do something when you’re asked to do it?”
Oh my God. I shot a look at Chadwick as if to tell her, ‘so I’m the bad guy, huh?’ before following her out the door. We went past the physics classroom into some kind of hallway with a staircase, near the back of the school.
Rose surveyed the area, deeming it worthy of our little chat, and turned around, folding her arms. “I’m gonna come right out and say it,” she began. “I get what you’re doing. I don’t like you, so there’s no need to give me that kind of attention.”
My eyebrows lowered in confusion, and I blinked and shook my head. This didn’t even compute. “Huh?”
“Huh?” she imitated me, then rolled her eyes. “Yeah, okay. Look, you’re not the first, so I just wanted to make this easier for both of us. I’m not interested in you, so let’s just move on.”
“Wait, hold on,” I frantically sputtered, holding my hands out in front of me. “You think that because I took your side on anything ever, I must have a crush on you? That’s sad, Rose. That’s fucking sad.”
She huffed annoyedly. “No, I think that based on your behavior towards me since the beginning. You’re always looking at me, you keep trying to get my approval, you bounce back and forth between getting weirdly angry at me and being weirdly nice towards me… it’s obvious.”
“If it’s so obvious, how come I haven’t noticed this oh-so-obvious crush? ‘Cause as far as I can tell, I kinda hate your fuckin’ guts, especially right now,” I countered with poison in my tone.
“Yeah, and next meeting you’re going to forget all about that and be really nice to me in this one weird specific way,” she explained calmly like I was some dumb NPC in a game and she was the all-knowing protagonist. “If you’re lying to yourself, then whatever, but it’s plainly obvious.”
“For a trivia whiz, you’re really fucking stupid,” I replied, the words flying out of my mouth before I had a chance to think about them. “For one, I have a crush on Sarah, not you.”
I paused, realizing I just said that out loud. I said the word “crush” too. I definitely didn’t mean that. An interest. A passing interest. I was physically attracted to Sarah. That was it.
She paused too. “Sarah, huh?” she asked evenly. She rolled her shoulders. “I could believe that, but just because you want Sarah doesn’t mean this isn’t a thing too.” She gestured between us with her finger. “And I want it to stop.”
“It never started!” I fumed.
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” she scoffed.
“I- God fucking damn!” I roared, punching the wall. Rose’s resolve broke for just a second. “Can you try not being so obsessed with yourself for once?!” I started pacing angrily. “The fuck. I get too angry for you, I apologize and move on, and now that I’m trying to be nice to you, and that’s it, now I get in shit for that too? Like, what if, what fuckin’ if,” I punctuated, getting closer to Rose and shoving my finger against her collarbone, “I was just trying to turn the new leaf or whatever and be kind to you, just because? What if I was just trying to be a nice fuckin’ person? Wouldn’t this reaction look fucking dumb?”
Rose regained her resolve and grabbed my finger, throwing it away. “What if the world was made of pudding?” she asked dismissively. “Even if I’m wrong, then you’ll avoid me anyway. Win-win.” She saw me seethe and refolded her arms. “What are you gonna do, hit me? Makes sense if your parents hit you.”
I didn’t get angrier, I just froze. My jaw opened by itself. Wow. I couldn’t remember the last time someone went there. I wasn’t sure, but I think the anger melted off of my face, replaced with, if I had to guess, shock.
Rose started to blush, shifting uncomfortably in place. “Yeah, okay, that was maybe a bit too far. I just wanted to say whatever just to get you to go away, okay? I mean, it’s not my fault if you kept arguing with me.” She wasn’t met with a response, her expression just darkening. “…What??” she demanded.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had no words for someone. She kept up her look at me, and coughed. “Say something.”
For the second time since joining the trivia team, I did what anyone in my shoes would have done, even though it was for a totally different reason this time. I turned and walked away.
***
I hated how easily Rose could get under my skin. I threw my bag down on the floor and kicked off my shoes, heading to the kitchen for a snack of some kind. I wanted to just forget she said anything, but that last thing really stung. Not so much that she’d bring it up, but that she’d… use it against me? It was weird.
My mom was in the kitchen, on her phone. She looked at me in acknowledgement as I grabbed a granola bar. “Don’t eat more than one, your father is thinking of doing a sit-down supper tonight,” she informed me.
“What’s the occasion?” I asked.
“I don’t know, I think he just wants to do it more often,” she replied with a shrug. She gave me a half-smile. “Honestly, I think he just saw it on TV.” The two of us shared a small chuckle.
“Oh, by the way, I, uh, couldn’t get the form for the trivia team,” I told her, bracing for a small bout of anger. She seemed in a better mood today, so that was nice. “I tried asking Mrs. Chadwick – she runs it – and she said she couldn’t. You could probably call the school if you wanted or something.”
“Mmm,” my mom replied lazily, still on her phone. Some mobile game. “Oh, who cares? You’d be a psycho to lie for this long about it. I don’t need to see a form.”
“Oh,” I awkwardly replied, then took another bite of the bar. “Uh, cool.” My mom didn’t reply after that, so I just went up to my room.
No computer, active curfew. It was nice that my mom was feeling nicer today, but this was still jail. If I had a better phone than the piece of shit I had, I could have at least texted Sarah or something.
Jeez. Sarah, Sarah, Sarah. What was wrong with me? I needed to reign it in. No feelings. She was off the market. No feelings.
***
“Hey, did you want to go to the library after school today?” Sarah asked me, walking up to my locker.
“Yes,” I immediately replied before I even consciously registered what she asked. “Uh, yeah, yes. Sounds like a plan.”
She gave me a weirded-out smile. “Okay,” she said hesitantly.
I shrugged. “What?”
“Oh, nothing. It’s just, like, how many different ways to say yes were you going to give me?” she laughed. “It’s nothing. See you then!” Without another word, she turned around and began to walk away.
Jeez, she was blunt when she wanted to. I couldn’t figure out if she was shy or bold. My eyes slipped down to her butt as she walked away, and I practically had to force my eyes shut. God damn, was her ass amazing. And only her ass. I only liked her for her ass. Duh.
***
“What do you think, maybe here?” I asked her, putting my bag on the library table.
Sarah chuckled in confusion, almost derision, looking around at all the people around us. “Um, wouldn’t you prefer if we went to the second floor?”
I wasn’t dense. I looked at her for a few seconds and realized this was the signal. I needed to play it cool. “Uh, yeah,” I mumbled, then cleared my throat. I picked up my backpack, not realizing the zipper was open. As I slung the strap on my shoulder, something went flying out, and I quickly bent down to pick it up.
Sarah giggled as she saw me. “Smooth,” she laughed.
“Hey,” I replied. “At- at least that’s the zipper that was open.”
I stood back up to see her looking at me with a crooked eyebrow. “Yeah, good one,” she countered. She laughed again, making her way to the staircase with me in tow. She was definitely getting more confident around me but it seemed like she also got this sense she could boss me around. And heck, she was only three months older than me – she couldn’t just take control of me like that.
To show her that, when we got to the top of the stairs, I playfully smacked her ass. She responded by whirling around, a look of pure shock on her face. She looked around us, and her shock relaxed into a more amused flavor of shock.
“You are so lucky there’s no one else around,” she murmured, a blush growing on her face.
“You wanted me to b-be more confident,” I teased.
“Yeah, but I didn’t want to do anything that could get us on a ‘don’t let them into the library’ list, you pervert,” she chided me, then bit her lip. “At least wait until we’re more hidden. C’mon!”
I was cracking the code. “So… you asked me to come to the library with you… so we could…”
She was shaking her head, smiling. “Yeah. Well done, Sherlock,” she laughed, walking to the bookshelves in the reference section. I couldn’t believe my luck. Here she was, the hottest girl in the trivia team (even though her competition was just two other girls) and she’s actually impatiently telling me to go to the stealthiest part of the library so we can kiss!
Well, boys: this was now a stealth op. I followed her, chuckling along, until the two of us were sliding in between the bookshelves. I was largely just following Sarah, until she came to a stop, giving me a sly little smile.
Well, my time to take control wasn’t ending. Hell, it was just getting started. Having already decided in my head that I was going to take charge, I moved quickly, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close. “So, can I… is this more hidden?” I asked, hoping my voice wasn’t shaking that much. Wow, being bold around another human being was tough.
This time, Sarah seemed equally awkward, so that was at least nice. “Well… yeah, I guess so,” she admitted, and the two of us moved forward, our lips meeting in a kiss. God damn, kissing Sarah was awesome. And knowing she liked it too, urging me to go to the second floor and wrapping her arms around me once I started to kiss her… I guess that was why sex ed classes had those dumb posters saying ‘consent is sexy.’
Naturally, my hands slipped lower and lower as soon as they could, happily gripping Sarah’s amazing thick ass. Feeling bolder, my tongue began probing, then slipping inside Sarah’s mouth while my hands slipped above her jeans, then inside them. I could hear a slight whimper of surprise as my hands gripped Sarah’s cheeks directly, giving them a little squeeze. Sarah didn’t pull away, nor did she stop. If anything, she pulled me closer.
Following suit, I pushed my body up against hers, feeling her body right next to mine. I could practically feel her heartbeat through her shirt. It was so clear she was excited for this, that she wanted to kiss me. As if that wasn’t confirmation enough, what she said when she broke the kiss helped to seal the deal.
“Holy shit,” she breathed. “You’re a fast learner.” She breathed a few times, eyeing me in a new way. Her face was flushed, her eyes were nearly glassy, and she was biting her lip. She looked like she was completely falling for me. How silly, the girl going “I’m off the market” looking at me like no girls at Hazelwood ever looked at their boyfriends. “Did… did you want to try going to Level Two?”
I couldn’t help but give her a puzzled smile. “What’s Level Two?” I asked, hopefully suavely.
“So, uh… f-feel free to say no, but since we’re already doing something we know we sh-shouldn’t and all…” she stumbled, looking around, even with my hands still on her butt. “I, uh, really like it when…” She closed her eyes, tightly. “When a guy sucks on my nipples. It feels really good, okay?”
I was never going to admit it to her, but I really wasn’t that much of a boobs guy. I kind of preferred… okay, she already knew I preferred her butt. Even so, the idea that of me doing something that intimate with her made my heart start to race. “You… w-want that?” I asked.
“If… I mean, if you want that,” she replied.
Both of us were pink. It was at least nice to know she wasn’t the smooth confident older girl and I was some jackass fidgeting with his hands or whatever. We were on equal ground. Plus, who cares if boobs weren’t my favorite thing? The idea of pleasing her was hot. I wanted to make her moan, and like, yeah, we weren’t going to be full-on fucking in the library. This was going to be the next best thing. And if I did a good enough job, maybe, just maybe, she’d want to return the favor.
I looked around us, noting where we were. Only one side of the shelves were facing the library hallways, with the other side facing the wall. Traffic could only come in from one side. That made this easier. Nearby I saw one of those library carts, and I started thinking about how we could actually do this. I took a few books off the shelves nearby and started stacking them on the cart.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I gestured to the hallway. “If we stack enough books on this, people can’t see us even if they look down this hallway. If we’re quiet enough, we’d be able to hear someone coming. You can lower your shirt in time, and w-”
Her hands flew to her face. “Jason!” she hissed, growing pinker. “Here??”
I chuckled in confusion. “Um, yeah, you literally just said ‘since we’re doing something we know we shouldn’t,’ it sure sounded like you wanted to do it in the library.”
“I mean – I meant -” She looked around frantically. “I meant the bathroom or something, we can’t do that kind of thing out here!”
Part of me accepted that. It wasn’t the part of me that spoke. “So you don’t want to try it?”
She stared at me for a bit, then eventually started shaking her head in disbelief. “Stack the books,” she eventually mumbled quietly.
“What was that?” I asked her with a smile.
“Stack the fucking books before I change my mind, pervert,” she replied with a sharp tone and a smile that screamed ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this.’ She and I stacked enough books on the cart and angled it so that not just one, but two people could hide behind it and not be seen by anyone looking down the aisle, even a tall girl like her. Wordlessly, we agreed that the stacking was done and our little corner was sufficiently hidden. Even then, we just stared at each other.
Sarah giggled nervously, blushing. “Oh, right,” she mumbled. “I guess the next step is, uh… t-taking my shirt off, huh?” She shuffled uncomfortably in place.
Something inside me decided to speak up. “I mean, I talked a big game, but, uh… if it would make you uncomfortable, that’s like… y’know, that’s not fun, and I, uh, want you to have fun, so…”
She smiled. “I really appreciate that,” she told me softly. “Let’s… try it. I’m just…” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “I can’t believe I’m about to get naked in the library, that’s all.” She looked away from me, blushing. “Keep watch, I need to move my arms a lot to do this,” she instructed.
I laughed and looked out at the hallway, seeing exactly no one walking by. We were in the most hidden-away aisle of the least popular section of the least popular floor of the library. We were fine. Hell, the only other people who would even think to come here were probably other horny students like us, and if that happened, they’d probably nod knowingly and turn away or something. Some stupid porn story plot. Did… did porn even come in stories, like, written ones? Or was it just all videos…?
“Hey,” Sarah’s soft voice took me away from my train of thought. I turned to see her, shirtless, wearing a beige bra. “I, uh… don’t you want to be looking at me when this happens?” she asked, smiling sheepishly.
I only realized then how fast my heart was beating. Wow. The cutest girl in the Quiz Bowl team, taking off her top for me. I was so fucking lucky. “Yeah, of course,” I practically murmured, watching her reach behind her back. She undid the mechanism, then reached to her shoulders, removing one strap, and then slowly, the other.
I may not have been a boobs guy, but the moment was still clearly special. As soon as her nipples came into view, I had to chuckle in anticipation. They were so incredibly hard, no doubt both because of the nervewracking situation and for me. Sarah’s nipples were hard for me. “Wow,” I breathed. “Nice.”
“Nice,” she repeated with an airy giggle. “You’re s-such a wordsmith.”
“I don’t talk a lot,” I admitted, not taking my eyes away from her pinkish, erect nipples. I took a step forward.
“Well, for someone who doesn’t talk a lot, you sure are yammering when you c-could be sucking,” she countered, even though her face betrayed her words. She was nervous as fuck, blushing profusely and not moving at all. Fuck, I had to be the forward and alpha one. She’d never hear me admit it, but I was bad at it.
But who cares? I had to do it anyway, and she clearly knew I cared about if she didn’t want it or whatever. I looked her in the eyes as I took another step forward, reaching forward and slowly putting my hands on them.
Her breasts felt firm yet soft. The feeling had nothing on her ass, but it still felt good, and more importantly, as soon as I touched them, I heard an audible “Oh~” and saw Sarah close her eyes, her mouth slightly open. Wow. She was really sensitive, wasn’t she? I began to feel my way around, moving my hands across them and squeezing.
She winced, and her eyes fluttered open. “Not so hard,” she told me. “Please.” I looked at her eyes again, then back to her chest, squeezing a little more softly. I squeezed a few more times before she added, “Feel free to feel them between squeezes. If you want, you can play with my nipples too, but be gentle.”
“Damn,” I scoffed. “This is like fucking school. Will this be on the test?”
It was a joke, but I saw and felt her shoulders hunch in. “Sorry. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want,” she replied, with a firmer yet more insecure voice.
“No, it’s okay, it’s okay. I was just joking around,” I told her. Her shoulders didn’t move back. Jeez, I guess humor was out of the question then. Experimentally, instead of using my full hand to play with her nipples, I just used a fingertip, letting it glide along her skin like I was trying to always just barely be touching it.
Her shoulders moved back again and relaxed, with a light moan escaping her lips. “Okay, that was nice,” she breathily admitted. “Keep d- if you wanted to keep doing that, that would be… would be… oh wow…”
She was so sensitive. It was really hot. Even I knew I was barely doing anything, and she was getting super into it. She bit her lip, pushing her chest forward so that I could have better access to her breasts. I began to understand what she meant by “feeling between the squeezes,” and used my thumbs to play with her nipples like they were little joysticks while my hands cupped her boobs.
She laughed even as she sighed with pleasure. “Having fun?”
“Not nearly as much fun as you’re having,” I observed.
“Pervert,” she sighed happily, leaning back against the bookshelf. I took advantage and took another step in, deciding that being bold could pay off. Stealing one last look into her closed eyes, I leaned forward, replacing my hand on one of her breasts with my mouth.
“Wh- oh, fuck yes,” Sarah moaned, putting both hands on the back of my head immediately, each forcefully grabbing handfuls of hair. Making a mental note that too much squeezing hurt, I elected not to use my teeth as I originally thought, and instead used my tongue. I almost felt goofy moving my tongue around like a little snake on her nipple, but her sighs and near-moans confirmed that even if I had some refining to do, it was still really enjoyable to her.
My cock throbbed in my pants. This was really riling her up. It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to stay upright, and she was heavily leaning against the bookshelf. Thank fuck, none of the books on the other side fell out of anything, but at this point she was throwing all ideas of subtlety out the window, panting and lightly moaning, the sounds clearly becoming auditory. I would tell her to ‘shh,’ but my mouth was otherwise busy.
My tongue caught on way quicker than my hands did. With one hand playing with her free breasts and the other on the shelf stabilizing me (and probably her), my mouth was latched onto her other breast, my tongue making her needier and needier. I couldn’t help but feel proud when I saw her free hand sneak inside her jeans – holy fuck. She may have been shy at first, but she was going to openly masturbate in the library while I sucked on her boobs.
I was tempted to match her and pull out my cock, but even with all of the sexual energy in the air, whipping it out just felt… creepy. Maybe later. She definitely didn’t mind being sexually open. She didn’t seem to consider she was crossing another line with me, her hand went right to work. She was so wet that I could hear her playing with herself, and could see her face – eyes closed, mouth open – her face was the absolute picture of pleasure.
“Holy fuuuuck,” she moaned in this highish, ditzy voice. I had to admit, hearing her like that was a huge turn-on. She sounded like a porn star when she was into it. “Fuck, Jason, you’re so good at this… you’re so good… Oh my God…”
She was so far gone. Time to be bold again. I took my mouth off of her breast and moved back up, diving my head in towards my next target – her neck. As I suspected, her neck was just as sensitive as her breasts, and in the heat of the moment, she eagerly accepted my mouth on her neck, especially alongside my hands on her breasts, tweaking with her nipples gently. Her hand kept up its efforts inside her pants and she moaned, feeling me kissing and licking her neck, and eventually, biting and sucking.
Holy fuck, kissing necks was awesome. I felt lightheaded from the pleasure of knowing I could go wild, and knowing that I – Jason fuckin’ Answerson – was going to leave marks on her neck. Instinctually, I thrust my hips forward, grinding against the back of her hand. Sarah’s mind went on autopilot and her hand rapidly launched out of her pants just to grab my hips. She desperately ground her hips against mine and I matched her energy. She kept moaning, pushing my mouth down onto her neck, feeling my throbbing hard cock grind against her pussy, our pesky clothes preventing us from doing what we both clearly wanted.
I pulled my mouth up from her neck and saw her, blushing furiously, panting like she just ran a marathon. She looked at me with pure lustful determination on her face. “I really want to suck your cock,” she breathed.
“Fuck yes,” I replied eagerly. I needed release, badly. I needed her mouth on me. No time to think about it. We switched positions and without even bothering to look down the aisle, I took off my pants, letting my pants and underwear down to my ankles in one fell swoop. As soon as my steel-hard cock came into view, Sarah grasped it, jerking me back and forth as she squatted down.
“Fuck,” she moaned, looking it over while still jacking it off. “You’re so fucking hard for me, Jason.” She bit her lip, holding it up, then down. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she added, before her needs won her over and she began kissing the head of my cock. Sensations flooded up to my brain, and much like her, I couldn’t help but emit an audible groan. I could hear a self-satisfied giggle before she kissed again, and again. I even saw her lick a bead of precum off the tip of my cick, before I let my head fall back against the shelf and my eyes roll back.
The kisses became more and more plentiful, and right when I thought I couldn’t take any more of the same repeated action on my sensitive cock, she added tongue. Fuck, I could see why guys had this thing about not lasting long. I was going to shoot my load quickly if I wasn’t careful. “Easy,” I warned. “You’re gonna… gonna m-make me-”
She took her mouth off of me. “That easily, huh?” she teased, smiling.
I blushed. “No, I p-promise I-”
She giggled, jacking me off. “I don’t mind. I’m, uh… your first, aren’t I?” I nodded, blushing, and she blushed back. “Fuck, that’s hot. Well then… maybe let’s make your first time special…” She went back to kissing it, using tongue immediately, practically making out with the head of my cock. Pretty soon, her head was bobbing up and down on my cock, with the sounds of her sucking and slurping becoming way louder, at least in the moment, than any hushed-up moan either of us made up to that point.
I didn’t bother whispering from that point on either. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “You’re the fucking b-blowjob queen.” My hands found the back of her head, addicted instantly to the feeling and sounds of Sarah’s mouth worshiping and manipulating my cock. There was no way I was going to last even a minute with her expert mouth on me, and sure enough, seemingly before I was even aware of it, I felt my balls churn and my cock throbbed, shooting out spurt after spurt of my thick load into Sarah’s mouth.
She definitely had ample experience with blowing guys. Even though the load came as a shock, surprisingly little of it leaked out of her mouth and she remained in her position, using her throat muscles to gulp down my load even while her mouth was still on me. Even with my vision practically blurring, I looked down at her and caught a glimpse of her hand down her jeans – even like this, she never stopped jilling off. Fuck, that’s hot.
Slowly, she took her mouth off of me, with a trail of spit still connecting her lips to the head of my cock. “You good?” she asked, almost timidly.
“Holy shit, yes,” I breathed. “Are – are you good? I mean, do you need… I’m…”
“Yeah,” she chuckled. “I think I feel the same way.” She wiped off her mouth, then my dick. “Wow…”
“Careful!” I urged. “It’s, uh, really sensitive right now.”
She nodded, taking her hand off of it. She found her bra on the ground and, stupidly, looked out beyond the cart before putting it on. Thankfully, it seemed nobody was around. “So, that was your first, huh?”
“Yeah, why?” I asked.
She chuckled. “Just making conversation,” she replied, slipping the bra on. She reached for her shirt. “I hope that’s okay that this was your first… y’know…”
I laughed. “You sound like me,” I pointed out. “Yeah, totally. This was, uh… fun.” I had a crush on her. “It was really good.” Maybe I fuckin’ loved her. “You know what you’re doing. Do you do this often?”
“Um,” she stammered, eyes going everywhere, even as she put her shirt on. “…Not really. You should put your pants on, probably.”
“What happened to going slow?” I added smugly, reaching down.
Her blush deepened. “I dunno. I just… wanted to.” She shifted and regained some confidence. “And I don’t hear you complaining, bucko.”
I laughed, buttoning my pants. “Definitely not.”
“Well then, sounds like this was a good thing!” she retorted. “So, uh, what do you want to do now? Do you need to go home, or…”
I shrugged. “Did you want to just… read together?” I offered. “I dunno, I’m not a girl or whatever, but wouldn’t it be weird to just blow me and then I ask to leave…?”
She smiled with reassurance. “Yeah, kinda,” she agreed warmly. “Okay, I have an assignment to do anyways. We can just find a table or something.”
Her smile nearly made me look away. “Cool,” I agreed, feeling my voice crack. Jeez. This was getting ridiculous.
***
Jack was playing drums on his desk, Chadwick was setting up the buzzers, And Candy and Ryan were talking about some class assignment. Rose wasn’t there yet. It just left Sarah and me.
Sarah smelled heavily like makeup today. Like, near “old lady” levels. It was kinda weird, given there wasn’t much of a difference on her face at all. What’s more, every time I looked at her and gave her a smile, she gave a polite smile and looked away. I guess she was still a little awkward about the library blowjob thing. I didn’t wanna let it get to me though – she’d get over it.
Chadwick tested the buzzers and nodded, then looked at her watch. “Hmm,” she hummed out loud, then scanned the room. “Jason,” she concluded, looking at me. “Could you do me a favor?”
I looked around. Sarah was rummaging around her bag. I guess I was the only one that looked available. “What?”
Chadwick paused. “Normally, it’s not a big deal if someone is late to practice and we start without them, but with Districts happening next week…” she trailed off. “Well, we should start with everyone here. Do you know where the Art Room is?”
I nodded. It was nearby, if I recalled correctly. The physics lab was the only non-arts room in the basement. The Art Room, the one for drawing and painting and stuff, was at the other end of the basement hall. “Yeah, why?”
“I think that’s Rose’s final classroom. Do you mind just looking around and seeing if she’s on her way please?”
Great, talking one-on-one with Rose. My fuckin’ favorite. “Me? Get Rose?” I replied emphatically.
She gave me a look. “You said you were trying, Jason,” she told me with a pre-disappointed tone. Jeez. It was always my responsibility, wasn’t it?
I sighed. “Okay, fine, whatever,” I admitted, not wanting to start shit. I got up and walked over to the door.
“If she’s not there, her homeroom is 311, I think, her locker would be around there,” Jack called out after me. I gazed back at him to see him giving me one of those stupid helpful smiles. If he knew this shit, why was I being asked and not him? Stupid.
I broke into a light jog, diligently walking over to the Art Room. I mean, whatever – it was nice to be part of the group, I guess. I just knew that if I even found Rose, she was just going to chew me out for trying to talk to her privately or whatever. After all, I had this huge crush on her, and that was why I was walking over to get her. Not because she was being a lazy bitch or anything.
The Art Room door was open, and I peered inside. Not only was Rose there, but she was the only one there. The Art Room, for whatever reason, had a little booth-like office in the room (because god knows the arts teacher needs their own booth office, I guess) and the teacher was in the office, unaware of my or likely even Rose’s presence.
Her back was to me, so I walked up to Rose before bothering to say anything. From behind her shoulder, I could see the stupid doodles on her – woah.
Those couldn’t have been her doodles. Those must have been references she printed out. They looked too impressive to be something she did. Across the page was doodle after doodle of these cool-looking dudes in armor, looking straight out of Dark Souls or something. The level of detail and shading and shit were… they were just immaculate.
“Did you draw these yourself?” I demanded.
“Jesus Christ,” she blurted out, startled, as she whipped around. “What the fuck? How long have you been there?”
I ignored her. “Did you draw those yourself?” I asked, gesturing towards her sketchbook.
“Are you stalking me now?” she asked sourly, packing up her book.
“Chadwick asked me to get you. I even tried to tell her no, for your sake. Don’t be weird about it,” I told her.
She stopped packing her book away and stared at me for a bit. “…Okay,” she eventually conceded, then looked at the clock in the room. “Okay, yeah, I’m late. I’m, uh, sorry.”
“You’re what?” I asked her. The word was nearly alien coming from her.
“For being late. Hey, follow your own advice. Don’t be weird about it,” she instructed me, slipping her book into her bag. She began to walk out of the room. “I’ll see you there.”
“Can you show me your drawings sometime?” I called after her, making her pause in place. “They look really cool. I love that kind of art style. I’m not trying to be weird or trick you or something, I just really liked what I saw.”
She remained in place for a bit, but didn’t answer and ran off towards the physics lab. Yeah, I guess that was the best answer I could have expected from her for that. I sighed, going back to a jog and walking back towards the lab. We ended up coming back together.
“Ah, Rose,” Chadwick greeted her. “We’re all set up.”
“Yeah, I lost track of time,” Rose mumbled, slipping her bag onto one of the chairs and taking her seat. “I’ll try to be here on time. I’m sure, uh, Jason has better things to do than run to the Art Room.”
I looked at her peculiarly, and she just shrugged. I sat down at the alternates table, watching the game begin. I looked to my left and saw candy sitting there, her legs moving back and forth innocently.
“You excited for Districts?” I asked her in a whisper.
She nodded. “I hope we do really well. It would be so cool if we were the third Hazelwood team to go to Regionals.”
“Maybe even the first one to go to Counties, huh?” I asked with a chuckle.
“Oh my God, I wish,” she giggled back. “We’d be Hazelwood history.”
Yeah, oh boy. A spot in the school paper. Maybe even the local paper, sharing the spotlight with that one whiz kid from auto class that assembled a car on the roof of Hazelwood for his senior prank that year. Or the one crazy girl that nearly solved the Riemann hypothesis before offing herself. Or that one graduate that ended up playing for the Red Sox. What amazing company we’d keep.
The game began, and sure enough, the four of them began answering questions. I wanted to be on Sarah’s side, but if we were talking numbers, it was so clear she and Candy were the weakest links. Rose was clearly the best one there, Ryan knew sports and military stuff to a scary extent, Jack was hit-or-miss but had some crazy obscure knowledge tucked away, and I was unequivocally the fastest on the buzzer. At Districts, if we wanted to win, they’d need to be the alternates the most often.
After a round, I was swapped in. It was supposed to be Candy’s turn, but she smiled and waved it off, going, “Jason should go first.” Did she even want to compete? Why was she here? Jack decided to be the first to take a break.
“Give ‘em hell, Fast Hands,” he remarked dryly, taking his seat.
“Can you talk normally?” I chirped in response.
“‘Can,’ sure,” he rebutted with a smile. There really was a fine line between “charmer” and “douche,” and he was a master at blurring it even further.
I sat down at the table, looking around at the others. It was kind of exciting how the games had gone from “buzz in if you know the answer” to “we’re practicing to see if this team has what it takes to go further.” There were… what was the word? ‘Stakes?’ It basically felt like a high-octane game, and I was gunning to win it.
“Alright, is everyone ready?” Chadwick asked. No one objected. “Okay, here we go. Forty point snapstart to round one. Aganippe and Parnassus were springs or fountains associated with what group in Greek mythology?”
I needed to get in first. I buzzed. “The Gods of Olympus.”
“That is incorrect,” Chadwick replied.
Rose buzzed in. “The Muses.”
“Correct,” Chadwick replied. “In astronomy, what is the name of the brightest star in the constellation Lyra?”
I buzzed in. I needed to redeem myself. “Sirius.”
“Incorrect,” Chadwick replied. I sat back, baffled. What star was brighter than that?
Rose buzzed in again. “Vega,” she answered.
“Correct!” Chadwick affirmed.
Rose caught my expression. “Sirius is brighter, just not in that constellation.”
I bet I had an annoyed look on my face. I wanted to lash out, but… I had to admit, her tone had changed. It was gentler, like she felt completely neutral with me. No clue why. “Ah,” I murmured with very little energy.
“What pop singer had a big hit with 2000’s Oops!… I Did It Again?” Chadwick asked.
Okay, Britney Spears. I knew this one for sure. I hit the buzzer, but… something weird happened. My light didn’t light up. Sarah’s did. “Britney Spears,” she answered.
I stared in shock. What was wrong with me today? I couldn’t even buzz in properly. Jeez, if that was bad luck, it least it got out of my system now instead of at Districts.
***
“Habeas corpus,” Ryan answered.
“Correct,” Chadwick replied. “That’s the game. What’s the total score?”
A pause wafted in from the back. “Oh, were we supposed to keep score?” Jack asked.
“Well, I guess w-”
“Nah, I’m kidding,” he added. “Uh, 390 points.”
“Woof,” Sarah said, wincing. “Not our best work ever.”
Ryan looked right at me. “You have to be more careful about buzzing in when you don’t know the correct answer,” he accused. “Being fast doesn’t mean anything if you don’t know what you’re doing. You cost us more points this round than you got us. Either get better, or stop buzzing in for fun, dude. You’re sinking the ship.”
Jeez! That was out of nowhere. I knew I took Quiz Bowl seriously, but Ryan clearly invented taking this shit seriously. “Uh, yeah, I’ll work on it…” I trailed off.
“Go easy on him, everyone’s allowed to have bad games,” someone told him. I couldn’t have heard it right. It was Rose. Hilariously, when she said it, everyone looked at her, just like that time we were forced to apologize.
Ryan chuckled in disbelief. “You? Defending him?” he asked.
“That’s one way to look at it,” she swiftly retorted. “But like, that just proves my point. If I’m the one telling you to go easy on him, then clearly you’re going a bit too far.”
“I’m just being real,” Ryan replied. “I want our team to do well. Don’t we want to go to Regionals? It’ll mean telling each other what doesn’t work.”
“I’ll be real with you, I’m here to have fun. Regionals is a bonus for me,” Jack chimed in.
“Yeah, fun is the main thing I’m here for too,” Candy quickly agreed. “No need to get too serious.”
“I don’t even disagree with your criticism, you just worded it like you’re trying to piss the guy off,” Rose continued.
“You’d know,” Ryan tried to rebut.
She gave him a look. “That’s just you admitting to it. What are you doing?”
“Okay, come on,” Chadwick intervened. “I don’t know why we’re fighting so much lately, but you all need to seriously get a grip.”
“Especially you, Candy,” Jack joked.
“Wuh?? What did I do?” Candy asked, horrified.
Jack gave a sad laugh and reached out, supportively touching her shoulders. “No, Candy, I’m joking, oh my God, I’m sorry,” he babbled, his voice a mix of humor and regret. To her credit, she recovered quickly and laughed along with him.
There wasn’t much laughing going on at the players’ table. I looked at Rose, then at Ryan. “Okay, whatever. Sorry, dude. I’ll, uh, I’ll try harder to be smart, I guess.”
I was weirdly bitter that Sarah didn’t do anything. She witnessed this shit, and she knew Ryan better than me. She couldn’t come to my defense? No pressure, Sarah. It’s not like your mouth was on my cock less than a week ago, moaning and playing with yourself and shit.
Sarah left for the alternates table, and I looked around, sighing. “I’m swapping out too,” I cut in.
“At Districts, only one person swaps out at a time,” Ryan pointed out. “That way, across a whole game, in a six-person team everyone plays the same amou-”
“Yeah, go figure, I’m not feeling too confident right now,” I argued back. “If you’re so opposed, get Sarah to go back in.” I walked over to the alternates table. Jack shrugged and got up, then leaned in close to my ear.
“In through the nose, out through the mouth,” he whispered to me. “You’re doing great, Ryan just gets obsessed with numbers and winning. Don’t let it get to ya, alright?” He leaned back, clapping a hand on my shoulder supportively and smiling. I shrugged and gave one of those smile-not-smiles in response, and Jack walked over. Chadwick said nothing, consenting to my resignation from the game wordlessly.
Soon enough, the round began, and I took the opportunity I had. “Are you pissed at me or something?” I whispered to Sarah. She either didn’t hear me or ignored me, so I followed up with, “Did you hear me?”
“I heard you, I just don’t know how to answer,” she admitted.
“What?”
She rolled her eyes and pulled up something on her smartphone’s screen. The notes app. She quickly typed out something then held her phone towards me.
Ryan saw my hickies. He’s upset.
I looked at the screen, then at her in bewilderment. Then her neck. Ah, the smell of makeup. That made sense.
I leaned into her ear nonetheless. “Why? You said he wasn’t your boyfriend and you could do what you wanted.”
Sarah looked with urgency at the others as if they’d heard our conversation. Satisfied with their lack of focus on us, she began to type again.
It’s still weird. How would u feel if u saw hickies from Ryan when we meet up?
I… guess I’d feel weird about it? I wouldn’t be upset at Ryan though. Like, Sarah explained pretty clearly that the two of them fool around. Sure, it would be this in-my-face reminder that I’m not the only guy to her, and that fact did… sting a little. But I promised her I wouldn’t make that weird.
I leaned in. “I’d be fine with it,” I told her, only kind of lying. “I don’t own you. We’re not even dating. Just sounds like Ryan’s being psycho and possessive.”
As I pulled away I could see Sarah roll her eyes. She typed on her smartphone again.
Whatever. I kind of agree with him. No more hickies.
All I could do after reading that and looking at her again was shrugging. Jeez, I wasn’t expecting a side order of drama with my dish. Best thing I could do was not make a song and dance out of it. Okay, so hickies make lil’ baby man Ryan feel weird about his not-girlfriend doing shit on the side, and he takes it out on me during Quiz Bowl. Awesome. Whatever. If no hickies made all that go away, no more hickies.
***
I wasn’t even going to bother asking Sarah when to meet up at the library again after that. She probably needed her space, and being honest, I was perfectly happy not hanging out with her for a day or two too. She was the one that moved fast with me, and now she’s punishing me for it? Stupid.
Even so, it seemed like totally-secure Ryan wanted to send a message. After Quiz Bowl ended, as she was putting away her stuff, he seemed extra loud when he opened the door and called out, “Sarah! Don’t you want a ride today? We should get going.”
I nearly laughed. What was this, community theater? How pathetic. This was just what the team needed before going to Districts; a schism. Great work, dude.
Sarah didn’t seem to mind or even notice, diligently following after him like a lost puppy. That left the rest of us in the room. Sadly, it seemed like any goodwill Rose had for me was used up when she defended me, because when we locked eyes, she scoffed at me. “Stop looking at me,” she commanded. “It’s weird.”
I wanted to fire back with “You wish” or something, but honestly, there was enough shit started for one day. I may have been a hothead, but I was also anti-drama. “Oh, sorry,” I lamely replied, turning away to zip up my bag.
I heard her angrily sigh behind me and couldn’t help smirking to myself. Some sounds just feel so natural, so right. Grass grows, birds fly, sun shines, and brother? Rose gets pissed about stupid shit. It was almost endearing. I saw her walk by and expected her to leave the classroom, but unexpectedly, she stopped across the desk from me.
She spoke in a quieter voice, just quiet enough that the others couldn’t hear. “If you meant that about my drawings… maybe someday I’ll show you, okay? Not today, though.”
“I wasn’t even thinking about that,” I told her out of instinct. “That’s just been living in your head rent-free, huh?”
Rose looked at me and rolled her eyes. “The one time I try,” she grumbled to herself, turning around to leave.
“Nah, but for real, I’d l-”
“Too late,” she threw out behind her, exiting the room. Not furiously, just assuredly. I turned around to see Jack looking at me, clearly having caught the end of that exchange.
He shook his head pityingly at me. “You can’t seem to catch a break,” he noted.
“Is Rose angry with you again?” Candy asked, now in this too.
I looked back from the door and smirked. I couldn’t help it. She may have been a bitch, but she wasn’t an enigma. Spend enough time with anybody and you can start to pick up on shit. And I think I was finally starting to speak her language.
“I don’t think she is,” I predicted. “In fact, I think we’re getting along better than ever.”
Jack chuckled. “Wow, that’s optimistic. No offense,” he laughed. “But hey, happy for ya. See you Wednesday?”
I looked back from the door. Hey, if nothing else, Jack seemed to be nice to people. Had to give him credit for that in a club like this. “See you Wednesday,” I replied. “You’re a good guy.”
He gave me a look. “Where’d that come from?”
I shrugged. “Observing you?” I turned towards Candy. “You’re nice too.”
Candy smiled. “Thanks, Jason. You’re pretty cool!”
I chuckled. ‘Cool.’ I was cool. I’d take that. Sure, Ryan might be weird about thinking I’m horning in on his girl, but now I got to join this little family and be the cool uncle or whatever. Here’s hoping the cool uncle could pull some serious magic at Districts. Plus, I needed the boost to my reputation. The last thing I needed was Ryan getting confirmation that I was useless.
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