“Hurry up and sit in that booth over there before those people take it. I'll get us something to drink.”
Travis almost ran when she pointed and Rachel couldn't hold back a giggle when she saw him race-walking to the seats. He was visibly hard and he had remained that way almost from the moment he had left the house. Miss Rachel's hadn't hurt the process. She had fondled and squeezed him almost continually during the ten minute drive.
From his seat Travis watched the elegant girl step up and explain what she wanted. She waited without ever looking his way while another girl of about her age got her order ready. Three minutes later she crossed the restaurant with two paper cups in hand.
“Here's a coffee. There's stuff up at the counter if you want to add cream or sugar.”
“What did you get?”
He looked at her cup. It was topped with some kind of whipping cream that was about ready to foam over.
“It's a Latte Macchiato. It's new. I haven't tried this one yet.”
“Just get what you want for your coffee!” She said with irritation.
Travis remained oblivious to her remark. He had so much dopamine pumping through his brain he hadn't a clue she was being overly short with him. He left, fixed his coffee to his liking and returned a minute later. He could see Rachel texting. “Gosh she was pretty,” he thought as he stared at her looking intently at her phone. The more time he took to really take in her appearance, the prettier she seemed. Of course seeing her half naked didn't do anything to hurt his growing admiration. He smiled while walking back to the booth thinking she hadn't a single hair growing on the lower half of her body. Instead she was all creamy-soft skin, tan lines and just the right amount of muscle and body fat gracing her legs and ass. And her ass; god was it beautiful. He wished she had given him more time to enjoy it. Maybe more accurately he wished he could hear Miss Rachel sigh and moan again knowing she was enjoying his anal attention.
He thought how erotic and loving it felt for him to hear those moans and coos. That alone was almost as satisfying as being able to kiss and lick wherever she told him. That's when he thought about her pucker. Rachel had a distinct scent and it wasn't a gross scent at all. Words like pungent or musky were more accurate descriptors although the scent he inhaled was too difficult to accurately pinpoint. Being with her really was an emotionally charged encounter and he hoped she liked it just as much.
While sliding back into the booth he noticed she had pulled her hair back, and had wrapped some kind of green scrunchy around it to keep it in place. The color of the scrunchy matched her top. Rachel always matched. Unlike his attire, hers was always coordinated. Even the smaller things like scrunchies, and the color of stones in whatever necklace or rings she wore complimented her outfit, hair and eye color. Travis didn't have a clue as to style. Wearing something that still fit, didn't have holes and was clean were his only concerns. How much more different could he be from this girl?
“This is bitter!” he said making a face after sipping his drink.
“All Starbucks coffee is bitter. It's what they are known for.”
“Oh, I didn't know that. I've never been to one before.”
“Oh god Travis. You really need to get out more.”
“I know. How's yours?”
“Not bad. It's not my favorite but I'll order this again.”
He sat not knowing what to say to fill the silence. It was as if their relationship, if he could call it a relationship, had changed in some dramatic way. Staring at his coffee and swirling it around without it blurping out of the sip-hole occupied his attention.
“So, let's talk,” she said quietly.
“Travis. Are you really that clueless? About today. About me. About you.”
“OK. What about?”
“Did you like doing what you did?”
Rachel grinned. “I could tell.”
She paused and looked at him. He felt so uncomfortable and she appeared quite the opposite.”
“Would you do that again if I let you?” She waived a hand at someone who must have come in behind him. He didn't want to turn around. Their topic of discussion suddenly made his gut knot up. She actually wanted to talk about what they did – what she made him do – and she wanted him to verbalize thoughts.
“Just get me out of here,” were the only words he wanted to say, but he knew he couldn't. She wouldn't allow it and he knew his best approach was compliance.
“Yes Miss Rachel I would.”
“Because I was with you.”
“What about being with me did you like?” She smiled.
He knew where she was going with this. He wasn't dumb and he knew she wasn't either. There was no way out. He had to talk. And so he did. “I liked everything. You are so pretty Miss Rachel.”
She huffed. “That word again. But thank you for the compliment.”
Just then a girl with obvious Asian ancestry appeared at their table. She was shorter than Rachel, maybe 5'6 and quite thin but strikingly beautiful.
“Hi Rachel,” she said cheerfully
“Hi Nikki. Glad you were free.”
Rachel gave Travis the look. “Slide over so she can sit next to you Travis.”
“Come join us.”
Travis moved as far in as he could in the hope of giving this girl all the room she wanted. To his surprise Nikki slid more than halfway across and closed all of the distance between them. That's when she looked at him and grinned.
“Travis this is Nikki Lee. Nikki, this is Travis.”
Nikki nodded just as Travis said hello.
“Do you two know one another?” Rachel inquired.
“No, should we?”
“Travis is a senior too.”
Nikki looked at him more intently. “I'm sorry but I can't say I've seen you around. Sorry.”
“That's OK. It's not a big deal,” he muttered.
“Did you just move here?” Nikki asked. She had one of those upbeat, cheerful, almost eager ways about her.
“No, he's lived in town all his life,” Rachel said. “But he lives on the other side of the tracks, if you know what I mean.”
Nikki smiled and shrugged her shoulders as if to say “oh well.”
“We were just talking about our afternoon,” Rachel said flatly. She watched Travis' face instantly redden.
“Are you two dating?”
Rachel abruptly laughed. “Not at all. Travis is one of those boys who carries my books around between some of my classes and helps me after school.
“Ooohh,” Nikki said seeming to have suddenly put some of the scrambled puzzle pieces together in her mind. “One of those.”
Rachel nodded. “Exactly. One of those.”
“I like those kinds of boys too,” Nikki added. “A girl can never have enough of 'those' kinds to use – I mean enjoy.” She giggled. “So what did you guys do today?”
“Do you want to tell her Travis?”
Travis looked at Rachel with widened and shocked eyes. “You can.” He said hurriedly.
Rachel smiled. “I had some fun with Travis in my car and then we went to his house and had some more fun.”
“Really? What kind of fun?”
“Travis, do you want to tell her or should I?”
“Miss Rachel?” he whined.
She replied by giving him a stern look. “You or me?”
“You can,” he mumbled.
“OK,” she shrugged her shoulders nonchalant. “Nikki, grab a hold of his cock. He's got a nice one.”
Travis stiffened but when he caught Rachel's penetrating gaze he refrained from putting his hands over his crotch.
Nikki reached over and fondled him. Her delicate fingers gently slid up the near leg and then across to the far one. Eventually she found what she was looking for and gave it several good squeezes. Although it had relaxed to only half-enlarged, it quickly expanded.
“Ewwww, this is a nice one.” She looked at Travis whose expression made it quite obvious he just wanted to die from embarrassment. “Travis. I sure hope you let Rachel have her fun. Did you?”
He looked at the oriental girl with perfectly straight black hair. “Yes ma'am, I did.”
She slapped his cheek playfully with her other hand. “Well then, you were being a good boy.” She giggled.
Her hand didn't leave and he could tell she was feeling him as if to evaluate just how yummy this organ of his was. Her small fingers fondled his coronal ridge and then probed and gently pinched the soft head.
“He really is big! Too big for me!”
Rachel giggled. “Who said I plan on giving him to you? But, you should see him when he cums.”
“Nikki grinned. “Probably a lot.”
Rachel only grinned but her eyes and expression told the other girl all she needed to know.
“Travis,” Nikki asked. “What did you do at your house?”
“Not much.” Just then he felt a sharp pain in his shin. It was a blow from the toe of Rachel's boot.
“What's that mean?” Nikki probed. She saw him wince and heard the thud. Things didn't get much better than making a boy like this one confess everything he wanted to keep private. Knowing Rachel and she were on the same page she waited patiently for the confession to begin.
Travis looked first at Nikki and then to Rachel. Neither spoke. He felt Rachel's foot nudging his shin again. “Um, Rachel let me kiss her bottom.”
“You mean my ass,” Rachel corrected.
Before Travis could apologize Nikki broke in. “Ewww, nice. I bet that was fun.”
“Was that the first time?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“Travis, why don't you address my friend the same way you do me from now on.”
It wasn't a question and Travis nodded resignedly, indicating his compliance to do so.
“It was his first time with any girl,” Rachel added.
“No! Travis! That can't be. Really?” Nikki chided.
“Yes Miss Nikki, it was my first.”
Nikki beamed and gave his cock an approving stroke. “I like the Miss Nikki thing,” she said turning momentarily to Rachel.
“I thought you would.” The two girls grinned.
“Travis, I can't believe that was your first time. I mean, you have this monster to help you? What a waste!” She shook her head in disbelief. “Maybe it's because you are such a little guy. You don't look much taller than me?”
“I don't know why.” He shrugged.
“So how was it? Did you like kissing her?”
“Yes, Miss Nikki.”
“He was just telling me about how he felt when you showed up. He licked my ass too and that felt even better.”
“I bet it did.”
“Did you like licking her there? I mean getting deep inside and sliding your tongue up and down her yucky crack?”
Travis nodded. He couldn't believe how seamlessly Miss Nikki and Miss Rachel conversed. It wasn't like one needed to clue the other in on what had happened. Miss Nikki appeared just as comfortable questioning him as did Miss Rachel. She also had zero reservations when it came to touching his body. Her one hand still rubbed him casually as if his penis was no different than her own leg. Maybe the whole world did sexual things all the time and he was just now getting clued in. He didn't think so. He would have known but he was sure questioning himself right now. There was something different going on and he hoped he'd soon learn what that mystery was.
“God Rachel. Isn't that the best feeling? I mean,” she said excitedly, “to feel a warm tongue running from bottom to top is the best.”
“God, you're getting me horny Nikki!” Rachel said too loudly. “The best part was when he went inside.”
“Mmmm, Really?” Nikki cooed.
“Did you get all the way in?” she asked Travis squeezing his shaft. “Did you?” she asked again when he didn't immediately respond.
“I, I don't know. I don't know what all the way in feels like.”
“Oh Travis. You've got to make sure you're all the way in. You'll know because if you pull your tongue out you'll see her tunnel.”
His forehead crinkled in confusion.
“Her asshole will stay open,” she clarified. “Her muscles will stay relaxed because your tongue forced them to stay stretched out. That's the feeling I love most. God Travis; let me tell you 'that' feeling is the best thing a girl can feel back there.”
“Really?” He said expressing undeniable interest.
She stroked his long pole again. “He is really thick!” Nikki said absently. “Really Travis. It feels better than good. I could lie that way for an hour and let a boy rim his tongue all around my stretched out hole. It's just that good.”
She patted his penis. “I can tell you like thinking about that. At least that's what your little penis is telling me,” she said giggling. “He's hard as a rock, Rach.”
Rachel covered her mouth trying to suppress an uncontrollable laugh. “You're too funny.”
“So, did you get all the way in?”
“I didn't look so I'm not sure.”
“He got pretty far,” Rachel interjected. “He was almost there.”
“Oh Travis, if you get a chance to do that again, don't stop until you can push your tongue up and down and to the left and right and feel some wiggle room.” Nikki kissed his cheek exuberantly. “God boy, just thinking about you doing that to me is getting me all wet!” She checked her phone. “Oh, I got to go. My mom and I are meeting at 5 and I'm going to be late if I don't leave now. I really wish I could stay. This was fun,” she said chatting nonstop. “Nice meeting you Travis. Remember what I told you – wiggle room. That's the goal. Lots of wiggle room. Bye!”
“Bye Miss Nikki.”
Nikki stood and gave Rachel a quick hug. “Bye Rach. Sorry I had to leave. That really was fun,” she whispered.
Travis sighed when she finally disappeared.
“Well that was worth it! Isn't she the best?” Rachel asked while watching Travis cup his head in his hands.
“I don't know. I feel so stressed.”
“Stressed? Didn't you like her? She's really nice.”
“No, it's not that. She does seem really nice. I liked her a lot, in fact.”
“I'm just not use to people like you girls talking to me like this and touching me the way you do.”
“What's that mean?”
“What do I mean?” He answered in frustration. Miss Rachel, I never even met Nikki before just now and here she comes and scoots really close and then grabs me as if I'm a no body. And you did the same thing at your locker and then did it again in your car. You guys just grab my penis like it is the most normal think in the world. I mean, you two didn't even give a second thought to how I'd feel.”
“Well, to be perfectly honest with you, I don't think for a second Nikki feels you are a somebody. I mean isn't that obvious? If she did, she'd never have done that to a guy. But yes, you are right. It is normal for us to do that to boys like you!” Why wouldn't it be normal? And no, I wasn't thinking about you. I wanted to grab you and so I did. I'm sure Nikki felt the same way.”
He hadn't considered that question ever. But it wasn't normal. People didn't do that. So why did she say it was? And what did she mean I'm not a somebody? Feeling frazzled he blurted, “But it's not normal!”
“Ahh, so here we are again. We're back to the same old why question I know you keep wrestling with.” She took another sip of her drink.
“And where is that?”
Rachel purposely redirected their conversation. “Why do I tell you to carry my books Travis?”
“I don't know. I've been wondering why you do for a couple of weeks now. Why do you?”
“For a few reasons. First because I can. Second because I know you love it. Admit it Travis, I don't even have to ask you anymore. Your body language screams to me you do.”
He nodded. He had to agree; indeed he did. He liked everything about spending time with her.
She went on, “but mostly I have you do what I want because I deserve it and you need it.”
She saw confusion in his eyes and smiled.
“Think about it. I'm sure the first thing you think about when you get to school each day are thoughts about me. I know you don't talk to anyone after your classes because I know you don't want to lose time you could be spending with me. I've watched you flying down the halls. You walk like those nerds in school who walk super-fast just so they can get to their next class early.” She smiled. “You know you do.”
He did. She was right. Yet he didn't care what people thought. School wasn't at all about learning something new anymore. It had become all about pleasing Miss Rachel and spending time with her. And then it dawned on him. None of this was about carrying her books. It was about her. He wanted to be with her. He suddenly wondered if it was more than a want. “Could it be a need?”
“But mostly,” she continued after seeing him nod in agreement, “I tell you to do things because I like having you wait on me. Why would I want to carry my books when I can have you do it?”
She paused. Suddenly Travis realized she wanted a response. After thinking about it he responded. “I guess that makes sense.”
“Travis, it makes perfect sense. Well at least it makes perfect sense for you anyway.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“You're different. Haven't you noticed that about yourself?”
“Meaning you like fetching. You like pleasing. You like making me smile. You like following orders. You like following my orders.”
“So, what's so different about that? I bet there are a lot of guys that would love to carry your books and spend time with you.”
“True and there are. But they don't obsess in class about how fast they can get to me just so they can be with me. They don't make the choices you've made. They don't give up spending time with friends just to carry my books. They won't speed-walk down the hall just to find me and endure the jeers of people. They wouldn't put up with the remarks other kids make. You just ignore them. Most guys wouldn't. And other guys wouldn't put up with that crap. They won't jerk off at night either and fantasize about me just because I talked to them for four minutes between a class and they surely won't bury their head between my ass-cheeks and stick their tongue in the same hole I use to take a shit.”
Travis blushed at the final jab. “So what are you trying to say?” He asked in a futile attempt to remain composed.
“Is everything I said true Travis? Everything?”
“Was that a yes?”
“Yes Miss Rachel, everything you said is true.”
She prospered a smile and then reached across and patted his forearm. “Drink your coffee. It's going to get cold.”
“I think it already is. I haven't even touched it.”
“That's understandable. You've had a lot to think about this afternoon.”
“That's an understatement,” He grinned, that handsome grin of his that far too few ever saw.
“Look. I played with your penis because I wanted to and because you have a nice one. I took you to your house though for a different reason. I needed to see if you would lick my ass even though I let you see my pussy. And do you know what? You didn't even ask to lick that. You didn't complain when I turned away and told you to kiss and lick back there instead of begging to eat what most guys want. My cunt,” she said softly after leaning forward toward him. “And I could tell you loved touching and kissing and licking me back there. Why was that?”
He thought for a long moment before answering. “I'm still trying to figure that out,” he said honestly. “But I think I liked it because I felt things. Good things.”
“I think I felt accepted. I think I felt that you cared about me when you took your panties off and let me do that.”
“And I was honestly excited. I hadn't ever done anything even close to that before.”
“I know, but how did you feel after you got use to kissing and licking me?”
He smiled. “I liked making you moan Miss Rachel. I think I liked that most.” He watched her smile. “That and having you tell me how nice I was making you feel.”
“See Travis, that's what makes you different. Now I'm not saying you're the only one like that in school because you aren't. There are a lot of boys who are like you.”
“Yea, like more than you might think. But most don't even know they are. Kind of like you didn't know you were. It takes running into the right girl to find out sometimes.” She smiled thinking back on their first encounter.