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Monday Afternoon. Again, I'd appreciate any constructive criticism/advice.
D'inspiration (or d_insipiration_pseudonym) <technite86@yahoo.com>
Allison/Emanuel Naked in School (
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Monday Afternoon
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Allison
Allison had somehow made it through AP History without falling asleep. Was it because she was feeling really horny but had no way of getting relief? Her thoughts had gone to Emanuel part way through class – thoughts of his perfect body, his smile, his caring touch. A small voice in the back of head told her, You’re falling for him. She blushed just even remembering this.
As she made her way towards the cafeteria, she saw three boys waiting near some lockers. One of them looked at her and smiled – and she instantly knew what was going to happen next. “We three gentle folk would like to touch your bosoms. Would the fair lady allow us this pleasure?” one of them asked. She nodded her head yes, and slipped into her safe place. She watched cautiously as one of them gently massaged her left breast, while another did the same to her right. The third boy asked, “Would the lady allow me to taste and suckle on one of her nipples?” She nodded her head in agreement, almost absentmindedly. She could feel the excitement that was being held back. Five or six minutes later, the first boy whispered something in his companion’s ears. They stopped their touches, and thanked her for the chance to, “sample nature’s gift to her.” As they went away she stepped back out of her safe place, and continued on her way.
Just as Allison was about to make it into the cafeteria doors, another boy stopped her. “Hey, I wanna see you spread eagle”. Allison did the pose, fearing what he might say if she said no, but slipped into her safe place again. “Can I touch your pussy?” asked the boy.
Allison nodded her head no thinking, I don’t want anyone touching that area. Why would I allow you? “Then can I touch your tits?” he asked hopefully. She nodded her head yes, thinking, the last boys weren’t so bad, maybe he’ll be okay too. He groped roughly for a few minutes. As he did, she kept thinking over and over again, this isn’t happening. I’m not being touched.
He stopped, asking, “What are you, some kind of freak?” as he walked away. She watched as he stormed away, breathing for a few seconds, then stepping out of her safe place for a moment.
As she walked through the doors, she felt a hand come to rest on her shoulder. The touch felt familiar and relaxing – and just as she thought this she felt heat start to emanate from her vagina. She turned to the body attached to the hand, and smiled as she saw Emanuel standing there.
“Did you miss me?” he asked sweetly. She smiled even brighter, and watched with amusement as he blushed deep red. She took his hand off her shoulder and placed it in her hand. He blushed even deeper, and she could make out a small smile breaking through. Are you sure you should be doing this? she wondered for a moment. She quickly silenced this thought and walked with him towards the growing lunch line.
As they stood there in line, she noticed the rest of the world appeared slightly hazy. I must really be falling for this man she realized, blushing. In response, his face grew red. She wondered how she could tell him what she had realized, and nearly had it when a thought popped up – what would mom and dad say about this? They’d call me a whore and kick me out of the house. She banished this thought as well. What if he thinks I’m a slut for this? she wondered next. She tried to banish this thought, but failed and felt herself slip into her safe place. Peeking out a moment later, she noticed the smile had faded from Emanuel’s lips, and had been replaced with a look of concern.
Emanuel
Emanuel realized in a moment what had just happened – Allison had felt uncomfortable with him, and slipped away. She calls it her ‘safe place’, he thought, but it seems like she’s using it to avoid discomfort all together. He tried to remember how to pull her out of the state, the answer clicking just as they got their food. I’ll have to wait until we sit down though he realized. He finally managed to guide her to an empty table, also somehow managing to keep any reasonable requests away from either of them.
Upon sitting down, he asked her gently, “Is there anything I can do to help you?” She answered by pulling him into a tight hug. He looked up after what seemed like an hour as Allison started to stir. He realized only ten minutes had passed, and something inside of him told him it was time to ask another question. “Is there anything else you need?” he asked gently. She looked up into his eyes and nodded yes, drawing his face closer to hers. “Can you tell me what you need?” he asked.
She signed, “kiss me,” then looked deeper into his eyes. He was ready to ask ‘are you sure’ but something told him not to. He leaned in and gently kissed her.
He immediately sensed a change in her – he could feel her moving out of her place. As she did, the kiss became more passionate, until both of their tongues were involved in it. After making out for a few minutes, ‘cause this certainly isn’t a quickie kiss his thoughts added, Allison stopped the kiss. She looked at him, staring him straight in the eyes, as a huge smile crossed her face. Emanuel glanced around and briefly noticed the crowd watching them, but they seemed meaningless in the moment. He started to open his mouth, but a quick look from Allison told him everything he needed to know.
They ate in silence for a few minutes, shoulder to shoulder, seemingly inseparable. Emanuel looked up for a moment to see Amanda walking over towards them along with Barbara and Lucas. “So, I see you’re getting along with your new partner quite well” she remarked.
Emanuel smiled at Allison and replied back, “Of course Amanda. Why wouldn’t I?” Amanda sat down at the table and motioned for Barbara and Lucas to do the same.
“Since the five of us were chosen to be singled out, we might as well eat lunch together. Allison and Emanuel, this is Barbara and Lucas. Lucas is the captain of the football team in case you didn’t know.” Emanuel watched as Allison rolled her eyes and started to slip into her place again. He looked at her for a moment, and she quickly gained control again. “And Barbara is a cheerleader,” Amanda finished, putting a slight sneer on the last word.
Emanuel chuckled a moment as Barbara didn’t seem to pick up on it, although Lucas did, and he didn’t seem too happy about it. Suddenly a student came up to Emanuel and whispered something in his ear. He nodded and said, “I’ll bring her.”
Allison
Allison looked at Emanuel. “You’ll bring me where?” she asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
Before Emanuel was able to speak, Amanda said “To Mr. Litski’s office I imagine. Word around school is that you haven’t responded to any of the people who've touched you.” Allison opened up her mouth to object, but Amanda cut her off, “Not that kind of response you prude. Rumor has it you haven’t responded sexually to any of the touchings you’ve received – no excitement, no orgasm.” She watched as Amanda sniffed the air. “Correction. Emanuel’s touch seems to do the trick for you,” she added.
Allison blushed a deep red as Emanuel gathered their things, saying as he did, “I think we should probably be on our way then. Best not to keep VP Litski waiting.”
As they left the cafeteria, she knew what Emanuel was going to say next. She cut him off, saying, “Let me guess, you’re getting scared of how often I slip into my safe place.” He nodded his head in agreement. “I have needed it more today than I have in a long time,” she noted. “It’s starting to scare me a little too.” As she said this, she felt the urge to slip into it again. She quickly grabbed his hand, and the feeling faded. So, this is how I can beat it – I need Emanuel’s touch and presence, she realized.
They reached Mr. Litski’s office quickly. Allison looked at Emanuel, her face pleading that he come in with her. She smiled as he nodded his head in agreement. They walked in slowly, Allison having an idea of what Mr. Litski wanted to talk to her about. She watched as Mr. Litski turned towards them. “Ms. Kirse. I’ve heard some very disturbing things lately. A few people have reported to me that you seem almost coma like when they’re touching you. I have good reason to believe them – I haven’t known the Shakespeare boys to lie or be anything but gentlemen,” he said. Allison felt herself start to slip again, and before she could grab Emanuel’s hand she entered her place.
Emanuel
Emanuel watched as Allison slipped into her place again. Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask what he could do, Mr. Litski quieted him with a look. “Allison, I need to see if this is true. May I touch your breasts?” he asked. Allison nodded her head yes. Emanuel watched as Allison failed to react even as Mr. Litski went on for ten minutes, using techniques he had never seen. “I see you’re paying attention to what I’m doing Mr. Lopez. I’m curious to see if Allison reacts differently if you try them. Would you permit that Allison?” Emanuel watched as Allison nodded her head yes.
Emanuel stepped forward and slowly started to massage her breasts in a gentle fashion, thinking, I hope I’m doing this right. “You can massage her harder than that Mr. Lopez – as long as you don’t grab at her roughly she should be fine.”
Emanuel nodded his head in acknowledgment, asking “Could you please go back to calling me Emanuel sir? I get nervous when people call me by my last name.” Emanuel turned his attention back to Allison as Mr. Litski nodded his head yes. Emanuel could see Allison was starting to get turned on.
“You may stop now Emanuel, and snap her out of this state.”
Emanuel stopped for a moment, than asked, “What can I do to help you Allison?” Allison answered by moving his hand back onto her left breast, placing it right on her nipple. She squeezed it between two of his fingers and started to move them. Emanuel took over this action, asking “Where would you like my other hand?” She placed it in her hand. He continued to do this until she cried out, an orgasm rocking her body. As she did, Emanuel watched as she left her place. She looked up at him and smiled, instantly reassuring him what he had just done was right.
“Well, now that I have both of your attention again, we can discuss how to deal with this problem. Allison, every time someone other than Emanuel touches you, you panic and go into a weird state”.
Allison interjected “My safe place.”
“Your safe place, yes. When in said place, you don’t feel anything but Emanuel’s touch. This is a problem – the point of the program is to get you comfortable with your own sexuality, and clearly you’re so uncomfortable with it that you hate almost all sexual touch.” Mr. Litski responded. “I can think of only one way to solve this – starting tomorrow, your schedules will be changed so that you two will share all your classes. As for the rest of today, you will both go to art, and after that Allison will speak with the school counselor. Emmanuel will go on with his classes as they are now. Understood?”
Emanuel and Allison said in unison, “yes sir”.
As they got up to leave, Emanuel quickly asked “Since Allison seems to be comfortable with me, might it be wiser if I go with her to the counselor during my history class, and I’ll leave in time for Home Ec?”
Mr. Litski seemed to think about this for a moment, and responded “Very well, that will work. Here are passes that will allow both of you to miss your seventh period classes without any penalty. Allison, I will inform your math teacher about this myself.”
As they left the office, the bell for the end of fifth period rang. “Time for art then precious,” Emanuel said. He watched a large smile cross her face as he said this. It’s obviously because you called her precious he realized. She took his hand, blushing as she did. He could also see she was starting to get turned on again.
As they neared the art room, a girl stopped Emanuel. “Could I touch your thingy please?” she asked. He looked at her, a cute blonde, clearly a freshman by the size of her book bag.
“You’ll have to be more specific – I have lots of thingies,” he replied, smiling to show that he wasn't angry at her request.
“The thingy hanging between your legs,” she responded.
Emanuel nodded his consent, and watched for a moment as the girl started to tug at his penis. 'She clearly hasn’t done this before,' he realized as she tugged roughly. He looked at Allison, and could make out the jealousy in her eyes. “You can stop now,” he told the girl. As she left, a pout on her face, he continued towards art, hand in hand with Allison.
As they entered the room, Emanuel immediately saw the large couch and sketch pads, and realized, we’re most likely going to be roped into being ‘nude models’ for this. He looked over at Allison, and realized she had figured out the same thing. He noticed none of the other students had gotten there yet. Just as he was about to leave, the art teacher peeked out from behind a curtain in the room.
“Program participants,” she said gleefully. “I expect you’ve come to realize you will be modeling for the week. Sit down on the couch until the others get here.”
A few minutes later, the rest of the class had arrived. Emanuel could make out about ten girls and two guys. Just then the bell rang for the start of the period. “Before we start class, do either of you need relief?” the teacher asked.
Allison shook her head no, but Emanuel said, “Yes, I’d like some,” as he looked at Allison, silently asking a question.
“Would you like to do it yourself, or would you like help?” the teacher asked.
“I’d like help” he said, again looking at Allison. He could see her think for a moment, then smile.
“Who would like to help Mr. Lopez?” the teacher asked.
Emanuel saw four hands shoot up, including Allison’s. He mouthed – are you sure? and relaxed when she mouthed back yes. He pointed at Allison, who knelt in front of him as he did. He looked straight into her eyes as she grabbed his penis in her hand, and smiled as she started to pump her hand up and down. His thoughts reflected back to earlier in the day, and he concluded his imagination was weak compared to this. Four minutes of paradise later, he felt himself about to cum. “I’m almost there,” he told her quietly, smiling as she pointed his penis at her breasts. A minute later he grunted as he came, his cum covering her nipples and much of her breasts. He looked down at her and smiled as she smiled back. He handed her a tissue to clean up with, but smiled as she nodded her head. “Are you sure you don’t want to clean up?” he asked.
She smiled, answering “I want them to draw me like this. I want to get over my shyness, and if I can get through art class with cum all over my breasts, I can do most anything.” She quietly picked some of his cum up on her finger and tasted it, while Emanuel was looking nervously around.
“Well, let’s start then class. Emanuel, I’d like you to stand up and pick up Allison, holding her waist near your stomach, facing you. Allison, you’ll then wrap your legs around Emanuel, and gaze into his eyes. Emanuel, you’ll then gaze back. Do you think you can hold that pose for ten minutes?”
Emanuel thought about it for a moment, than picked Allison up. “Yes, I can hold her ten minutes,” he answered.
“Okay, then go into the pose. Class, as soon as they get in the pose, your ten minutes start,” the teacher quickly said.
Emanuel smiled as Allison wrapped her legs around him, and looked up into his eyes. He looked back, and noticed the world around him go all hazy. He somehow could only make out Allison clearly. And she’s all that’s important he thought. He realized he could spend all day with Allison like this, and the thought didn’t scare him. He could see she was clearly happy as well – the great grin on her face told him everything he needed to know. I’m so glad I met you Allison he thought.
A few moments later, I’m glad too Emanuel popped into his head. He almost lost his balance as he wondered what had caused the thought. He temporarily shut the concern up and focused again on holding Allison.
A few minutes later, his focus was interrupted again, but this time by the teacher saying, “Okay, that’s enough time for that pose. Pencil’s down.”
“Allison and Emanuel, if you’d like to take a break for a few minutes feel free. You can step behind that curtain if you need some privacy.”
Emanuel led Allison by the hand behind the curtain. “Uhmmm… just out of curiosity, did you think, ‘I’m glad too, Emanuel” a few minutes ago?” he asked her nervously.
She looked around to make sure nobody was around and answered, “Yes, but only after you thought the same first.”
“Did we somehow hear each other’s thoughts?” he asked.
“I think we maybe did. Is there a way to make sure?” He thought for a moment then added, “Well, you could think of something and I’ll see if I hear it,” he suggested.
He could see her thinking hard, and suddenly, Your cum tasted good popped into his mind.
“It did? That’s not what most girls say,” he responded. He smiled and shivered simultaneously when he realized what this meant. She smiled.
“We seem to have found a new way of communicating. Do you know how many people would die for this sort of gift?” she asked him. He nodded his head yes and hugged her.
Allison
Allison shut off all her other senses and focused on enjoying Emanuel’s warm hug. A few moments later she thought, his lips look real tasty. It would sure be fun to kiss them again. She smiled and leaned in for a kiss, inwardly smiling as he seemed to accept it.
Their aloneness was interrupted a moment later as their teacher’s voice broke into their happiness. “That’s enough for now you two. It’s time for your final pose.”
The teacher spoke again as soon as they made it by the couch; “Your final pose of the day will be much simpler to hold – but you’ll need to hold it until the bell rings. Emanuel, sit down on the backless couch, sitting up as straight as you can. Use the side for support if you need to. Allison, you will then sit on his lap as if you were going to straddle him – but sit a few inches forward so that you don’t. This pose, class, as well as the last one, is a position you can use for sex. Again, you’ll start as soon as Allison and Emanuel are in position.”
Allison watched as Emanuel sat down, his erect penis standing up like a soldier at attention. She sat down carefully on top of him, making sure to brush the head of his penis with her clit. She shuddered with pleasure as she did this. I’m not ready for sex yet Emanuel, but I think I’ll enjoy it when I am she sent him. His smile told her he understood, and would wait as long as she needed. She smiled back, amused at the fact that she could feel his penis touching her butt.
I didn’t know you’re such a tease he
sent her, smiling as he added. And I will
find a way to get you back for it.
She thought back, No way – this is my pay back for that little
walk you gave me in English.
She could see him sigh for a
moment, then think, You’re one hell of a girl. Why do you hide this side of you?
Because,
she replied, I don’t want to stand
out – those who stand out usually get picked on or worse.
He looked at her, replying, I promise that as long as I am able to, I’ll
protect you from those monsters. You’re my girl after all – I always protect my
girl.
Thank you, she replied with her smile.
What seemed like hours later,
Emanuel thought,
The
half hour is almost up.
Allison groaned audibly – she was
enjoying just sitting here with Emanuel, their bodies touching. Too bad we can’t stay like this for ever,
he thought.
I second that, she replied.
Their happiness was broken as the teacher said, “Pencils down,” as the bell rang. They looked at each other and smiled.
“Are you ready for your talk with the counselor?” she heard Emanuel ask. She nodded her head, standing up to get her bag. As she did, she made sure to let her clit brush against his penis one more time, shuddering as she did.
Tease he thought to her. She smiled as he stood up. “Lets go then precious,” he said.
They made it to the counselor’s office somehow without being stopped for any reasonable requests. She was sure it was Emanuel’s hand in hers that was the cause for this. “Ms. Kirse, Mr. Lopez – please come in,” they heard a woman's voice from within the office. Entering, Allison saw an attractive woman sitting behind a desk, with two comfortable looking chairs and a roomy sofa at the other end of the room. “Ms. Kirse, if you would lay down on the couch please, and Mr. Lopez you can sit on one of the chairs.”
Allison shook her head. “I want him on the couch with me. If he can’t do that, I don’t talk” she said affirmatively. The counselor sighed and agreed.
Allison sat down, resting her head on Emanuel’s shoulder. “Now then, I understand you have a ‘safe place’ you retreat to when anyone but Mr. Lopez touches you. Do you go there any other time?”
“Yes I do actually. Whenever I feel nervous, angry, sad, whenever my mother talks to me” Allison answered. She noticed how the counselor’s eyes stayed calm the entire time. She didn’t even shudder. What type of woman is she? Allison wondered.
A bitch, pure and simple Emanuel answered.
Allison glared at him for a moment. Can this really be the case? she wondered back to him.
“Any other times, Ms. Kirse?” the woman asked again.
“Not that I can remember,” Allison responded.
“Now, have you ever, as far as you can remember, been touched anywhere inappropriate by your father?”
Allison’s eyes opened wide as she heard this. “No, he hasn’t. If he had tried anything my mother would have killed him for it.” She could see the counselor think for a moment.
“Any other sort of abuse from him? Physical or emotional?” she asked.
Allison responded “If anything, he’s been pretty good to me. Always there, plenty of love. Sometimes he gets a little busy because of work, but nobody’s perfect.”
“Are you sure of that Ms. Kirse?” she asked one more time.
“Yes, I’m sure about this. If there is anyone I don’t get along with well it’s my mother.” Allison watched as the woman was about to open her mouth and quickly added “No, she hasn’t abused me either. She tends to lecture a lot, and worry about me too much, but that is the extent of it.”
Allison smiled as the smile on the woman’s face deflated. “Very well then Ms. Kirse. I have no more questions. If you’d like to say anything, you may do so at any time within the next hour and a half.”
Allison nodded her head in agreement, afterwards putting her head back on Emanuel’s shoulder. She smiled at him, thinking, You’re right sweetie… she’s convinced parental abuse is the reason. Stupid woman won’t consider anything else. He smiled as she thought this. She snuggled into him closer, her head resting on his chest. What seemed like hours later, the bell rang. Allison sighed as Emanuel got up.
She stared up at him, a sad look on her face, only smiling as he thought, I’ll only be gone one period. And I’ll be thinking about you the entire time. She watched him leave, preparing for another forty-five minutes of silence.
Emanuel
Emanuel walked into the Home Ec room, looking nervously around the room. He tried to remember how he had let his mother talk him into this class, somehow failing. The teacher looked up from the desk she was sitting at. “You must be Mr. Lopez. Good to finally meet the first male to ever take this class here.”
Emanuel looked at her, puzzled. Surely I can’t be the only one to sign on for a class like this he thought.
“I see that you’ve been well teased,” she added. He quietly sat down at a workstation in the back. “Could you please move up to the front Mr. Lopez? I wouldn’t want to deny my girls some Grade A eye candy” the teacher asked. He sighed and moved up to the front as the girls started to enter the class room.
“Welcome class, I am Mrs. Lesummer. As you can clearly see, we have a boy in the class this year, a first for me, and in addition to that, he is a program participant. Emanuel, would you like some relief?” He nodded his head yes. “Would you like help? Who would like to help Emanuel here?” she asked. Emanuel watched as every hand shot up. He pointed at a cute girl with raven hair in the back row.
She smiled and came up to the front, where he had temporarily moved to. “This is my first time… let me know if I’m any good” as she began to pump her hand up and down, his penis firmly in it. He closed his eyes, letting his thoughts drift back to the hand job Allison had given him earlier. He realized that the raven hair girl wasn’t as bad as she thought. He smiled at her, and felt good inside himself as the smile broke out on her face. She quietly asked “Are you seeing anyone?”
He quietly answered “Yes, I am actually”. The smile disappeared a little. A few minutes later he felt the longing in his balls. “I’m going to cum soon” he warned her. She kept pumping as she had been, and a few moments later he did, cumming all over her hand. He gave her a tissue from nearby to clean up with.
Mrs. Lesummer gave them both a look to return to their work stations. “Now, put on your aprons and let’s get started. For the first month of the semester, we will be focusing on baking. Today’s recipe is a chocolate cake – each of you have a copy of the recipe on your counter space, and all the ingredients and tools you need are in the cabinet underneath the counter. Remember, you will be graded today on how well you can follow the simple directions.” Emanuel turned to the directions and started to work.
The next thing Emanuel realized, his cake was in the oven, and there was a large group of jealous girls staring at him. He looked up at the clock, and realized he had finished everything in less time than most of them had. He never had realized he had any sort of talent for cooking.
Following a recipe is the easy part you know, sweet heart he heard suddenly.
So what’s the hard part then? he asked Allison back.
Taking the cake out in time and not burning it. Would you believe this stupid woman thought you are my enabler? she responded.
A look of shock crossed Emanuel’s face, and he heard some girls snickering in the corner. They were probably convinced he had forgotten some important ingredient. He’d prove them wrong. How can she even think that? Didn’t Mr. Litski tell her about earlier? he asked back.
She responded, Apparently he told her as little as possible. Something vague like ‘stressful first day, has safe place, concerned about dependence on it.’ Although she did say one thing that sounded like it could be true – she called what I do Dissociation or something like that.
Emanuel’s mind went blank for a moment. Really? I’d be a little worried about tomorrow though he replied.
And why is that? she asked.
Because tomorrow morning we have AP Psych. I’ve heard the teacher likes to use students for examples and experiments, and I’m sure she’ll happily use us he replied back. He could feel her start to pull away a little.
Allison precious, it’ll be okay. I’ll be there besides you, remember?
He felt her pull away even further, but heard her reply, It wasn’t what you said that triggered it. The woman is trying to touch me.
He sighed and replied, It’s okay… try to fight it. Prove to her you can resist the urge. He felt Allison fully again. Are you willing to try something precious? he asked.
Sure. What did you have in mind? she replied back.
Try to focus on what your body’s feeling right now, and tell me what it is.
A few moments later she replied,
Her
hands are cold, and she’s touching my
nipples. She’s not being rough or anything, but it feels really weird.
He replied, Any weirder than when I do it? While he waited for her answer, he peeked at his cake, smiling as it was baking up very nicely.
Well,
not really. She uses a lighter touch then you do – it’s really not doing
anything for me though.
He smiled, realizing he had possibly stumbled upon a way to help Allison get through the week.
Allison quickly added, Oh sweet heart, I think you should check
your cake – it’s probably finished by now.
He sniffed the air for a moment, then smiled, turning off the heat as he did. How did you know? he asked.
Well,
most simple cakes, like Lesummer’s famous Double Chocolate cake, take maybe thirty
minutes to bake in the school ovens. I assume that’s what cake you just made.
He looked at the recipe and reread
the top, finally noticing the title.
Jenny Lesummer’s
Allison responded,
Check
the list again. Is there a mystery
ingredient, labeled something like ‘jar a’?
He checked and responded, Yes there is. I probably shouldn’t have expected her to give away all of her prize winning recipe.
He during this time had been quickly frosting the cake with a thing of homemade frosting, presumably another piece of the mystery behind the recipe. Just as he finished, a small bell rang.
“Okay students. Anyone who’s cake is still in the oven can take it out now – baking time is up.” She glanced around. “I can see only four of you completed it fully in time – most of you either over cooked it or took a little more time than I expected to mix the ingredients. Emanuel, Jamie, Kayla and Patty have finished theirs though.” Mrs. Lesummer got up as she said this and started to come around, tasting the finished cakes one by one. “And Emanuel has done the best job today with the assignment. That means an A for you for today. Everyone can take home their cake if they want to.” As she said this the bell rang.
Emanuel packed up the cake carefully, making sure to leave a piece on a nearby plate. “Is that for me Mr. Lopez?” Mrs. Lesummer asked sweetly.
“Yes it is” he replied as he handed it to her.
“Thank you Mr. Lopez. I will see you and your girlfriend tomorrow.”
He blushed as he grabbed his things and made his way to Mr. Litski’s office. Allison caught him as he neared the door. “That looks really good” she said as she grabbed his free hand. He gave her a wrapped up piece.
“For you my precious. I figured you could use the chocolate after talking with ‘her’ so long.” She nodded her head in agreement, smiling brightly.
After claiming and changing into their clothes, they started to head outside. “It feels a little weird to be wearing these again” Allison mentioned.
He looked at her again, a little disappointed. “You’d look really good in some better fitting clothes. Those don’t flatter you at all precious.”
She looked at him. “Well, I can see if I can borrow anything from one of my friends… I don’t have anything smaller than this in all of my wardrobe. I’m a little afraid about tomorrow though – I caught Amanda briefly who told me how in other schools participants were required to put on a strip show in the morning.”
He could see her shudder. A bus horn blasted nearby, and Emanuel watched as Allison quickly walked towards it.
“I’ll call you tonight when I get an answer from my mom.”
He quickly handed her his phone
number on a small piece of paper. “Then you’ll need this. Try to call before
seven if you can though.” He could guess the question she was about to ask, and
quickly said to her “My dad gets back from work around seven, and I’ll catch
hell if he thinks I’m tying up the phone”.
She responded back “Okay, I suppose after seven we’ll just have to use our gift”. He nodded his head in agreement and watched as she got on the bus. As it drove away, he got on his bike and started home.
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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this written work is copyrighted with all rights reserved by the author unless explicitly indicated. For questions or concerns, email technite86@yahoo.com. Copyright 2007