This is a true story between my ex and I. Just thought I'd put it up you. Don't forget to check out Part2. I might write a Part3, which will be fictional because our story ended where Part2 ended. Have fun.
It was a Saturday morning and the only reason I was at school was because the teachers had practically dragged me out to help them with the upcoming school anniversary’s preparations. My friends were there, of course, and we were just getting started on sticking some photographs onto Styrofoam frames when he first gave me a sign. John looked up from the computer he was using to design a poster for the anniversary and grinned. I smiled back. Alright, nothing unusual. I went about my work, unaware that he was still looking at me. When I finally turned around after a few minutes, I saw his eyes on the lower half of my body. It was a hot day and I was dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a plain white cotton tee. “You alright?” I asked, walking towards him and leaning against the computer desk. “Yeah!” he replied, a little too quickly, turning his gaze back to the screen. Something was definitely going on in here.
About two hours later, when all the work we had been assigned was completed, John plopped down beside me on the carpeted floor. Sweat was trickling off his forehead and his hair and clothes were soaking. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sight – John was the school’s star athlete. “You know when you asked me if I was okay back there?” he said, bringing it up. I nodded. “I broke up with Bella.” Oh God. I didn’t know that. Bella, John’s girlfriend, or ex girlfriend, now, was one of my closest friends. I was speechless. I placed my hand on his and squeezed it lightly, offering a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry. What happened?” I asked, not meaning to pry, but curious to know what had broken them up. They seemed like such a happy couple.
“It’s been almost a year, Rachel,” he stated, letting go of my hand. “She won’t .. you know. I mean, you know I love her. If sex is all I wanted in the first place, I wouldn’t have waited a year.” I was surprised at his frankness. John and I had been friends since we were in the fifth grade, and he was an open guy. Sex was part of our daily conversation but we had never discussed sex with Bella involved. I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out. “Well, she’s only fifteen. Maybe she’s not ready,” I said. Bella was a year younger than us. John nodded, then got to his feet and walked away.
I tried to push our conversation to the back of my head for the rest of the morning but I just couldn’t. John was almost six feet tall. He was lean, with nicely toned arms and a flat stomach that showed signs of developing abs. He was on the school’s basketball team, a national runner and top in the school’s long jump, javelin and shot-put categories. He was a great athlete, and all that exercise had definitely payed off. There wasn’t a girl in our school that hadn’t thought of him naked, I could swear my whole collection of Nicholas Sparks books on that.
For the rest of the morning, I lazed around with my friends. When I decided that I was tired and wanted to leave, I gathered my stuff, car keys in my right hand and headed for the back gates of the school, where I had parked my car. As I was humming a song and jingling my keys, I suddenly felt a strong arm hook itself around my waist and pull me back into a corner. I dropped the keys, feeling teeth grazing against my lower lip. I didn’t need to open my eyes to find out who it was. His scent, the way those arms were wrapped around my waist, the way the person had to tilt his head down to reach my lips – it could only be John. I returned the kiss hungrily. God knows for how long I had wanted this – the only reason I had held back was because of Bella. But now that she was out of the picture, there was no reason not to enjoy it. “Tell me you want me,” he whispered into my ear, his teeth grazing my earlobe now, his lips placing soft kisses all the way from behind my ears down to my collar bone. I was helpless, he had his arms around me so tightly, I couldn’t pull back even an inch. “I want you,” I whispered, my fingers buried in his soft brown hair, pulling him closer to me. I felt him push his hips towards me in anticipation and I moaned into his mouth. “John..” I said, feeling him lift me off the ground as his hands moved down to cup my ass.
My hands ran down his back and then came to the front, resting on his stomach. I slipped one hand under the grey t-shirt he had on, running it upwards towards his chest and then down again, stopping right above his crotch. A bulge was forming in his pants and while he squeezed and slapped my ass cheeks through my shorts, I slipped one hand through his jeans and boxers and suddenly felt a rod like thing in my palm. John looked at me, taken by surprise. I rubbed my thumb gently over where I thought the head of his cock would be and knew that I had gotten the right spot when he moaned softly into my ear. “I love that you’re not afraid to moan,” I said, laughing softly, my hand starting to pump his shaft now.
All of a sudden, we heard a sound of shuffling feet a short distance away and I pulled my hand out of his pants immediately. John turned his head around, hiding me with his body. “Fuck,” he swore, zipping up his pants. “That was Lauren.” Great. It was none other than Bella’s best friend. Now what?