"I hope there's a fireman around because you're smokin' hot," Teresa told the junior boy that sits diagonally in front of her. He smiled and blushed, a mixture of laughing at the line and blushing at the senior girl hitting on him.
She wasn't the prettiest girl, but she was pretty, and she was a bit of an outcast. She stood at 5'9" tall and weighed roughly 200 pounds. She was chunky but you couldn't tell from just her face. Her jawline was impeccable and her cheekbones carved by angels. Her aquamarine blue eyes changed from blue to gray to green-mostly staying at blue. Her neck was sexy and slender, her shoulders were boney. Her breasts were unusually small for a chunky girl, size 36B. Her breasts protruded out farther than her stomach, making her appear slimmer but all the weight was in her butt and thighs. Her butt was a good 44 inches around and her thighs supported it. Her calve muscles were extraordinarily strong and her ankles slim. Her feet were ugly from the many golf injuries she had taken over the course of four years- small shoes, getting run over by carts, runaway bags of other teammate's pushing carts.
Teresa was always hitting on someone, she had many pick up lines. She hit on anyone and anything with a pulse. People would laugh and joke along with it and it made her feel wanted. Growing up in the same community for all her life brought her in, and kicked her out, of different groups. Hitting on people was her escape.
The junior boy that was her victim of the moment was on of the popular boys. He was a player on the varsity soccer and golf team. Not only was he athletic, he was smart. He was valedictorian of his grade and worked hard to keep it that way. He had sandy blonde hair that was kind of shaggy, dark brown eyes, and a strong jaw. He stood a good 5'10" and weighed about 190 pounds- a little chunky, but not enough to really notice. His name was Patrick but everyone called him Pat or Patty.
Once Pat stopped blushing, Teresa winked at him to give the line the full effect. He laughed and shook his head. What was he supposed to do?
Teresa stopped when the bell rang and class had begun. The class they were taiking was an advanced course in chemistry that they could get college credit for. This wasn't the only class they shared. They also shared advanced life sciences, another class taken through a college.
They hadn't talked before this year but within the first four weeks of school, they were actually posing questions and answering eachother. He found out the outcasts aren't so bad; she found out not all popular people are total pricks.
They talked mostly about golf. It was the girl's season and he asked her what she had shot the previous night. She answered, always a little embarrassed because she knew he could beat her by ten or more strokes. He told her that her scores weren't too bad but they could stand improvement. She always smiled at how nice he was about it. He could tell her that she looked like crap but he'd still be nice enough about it to where it would seem like a compliment.
Once the bell rang, it was back to school life, where she wouldn't have any friends in her classes and would be travelling in opposite directions as her friends were. But she didn't want to think about that. She wanted to stay in class and hit on Pat and make him blush. She didn't really like him, she just thought it was cute when he blushed.
"Are those space jeans?" She asked him.
"Oh, because your ass is out of this world." He gave a small giggle and his cheeks turned pink.
Just as Teresa was having fun, the bell rang. The end of the day came and she went to golf practice.
That night, she played one of the hardest teams in the area and got a 52. Her team beat the other team 207 to 209. Teresa was excited to tell Pat the next day. She went home, did her homework, ate, and then went to bed.
The school day was going along pretty quickly and before she knew it, she was in Chemistry, by Pat. He didn't talk to her right away, he was looking over his homework but that didn't stop Teresa. She put her hand over his hand and when he looked up, she winked at him. He blushed. Normally, he would move his hand away, but this time was different. He flipped her hand over and traced the bottom before locking his fingers with hers.
'Is he trying to get me back?' She thought. She didn't know what this meant. Maybe he was trying to make her blush. Maybe he wanted to hold her hand.
"I'm going to have to write about this in my diary tonight. 'September 9th, held hand with cute boy.'" She told him. He laughed, same with the rest of the group.
Needing to correct something on his paper, Pat let go of Teresa's hand to write. She acted like nothing happened. Something did happen though. She developed a crush.
Normally, the guys Teresa went for were in their twenties and were bad boys, but someone younger than her? The thought used to make her sick.
Class was coming to and end but she couldn't help but make small looks at him. He was cute but she still couldn't believe she was "crushing."
The bell rang and everyone gathered their stuff and proceeded to leave. As she was walking out of the classroom, a hand laid upon her shoulder, it was Pat.
"Hey, Teresa. So there's this party Friday night after the football game, it'd be great if you could go...with me," he told her.
"That sounds great, I'll definitely go," she assured him. The two walked off and the whole time all she could think about was that this boy asked her out, kind of.
School came to an end and she went to golf practice. She practiced her pitching and chipping, her weaknesses where she racked up all the strokes, and went home.
When she got home she told her mom about her day and how Pat asked her out. She told Teresa to be careful but have fun and gave her permission to go.
Thursday came and it was a slow day. She waited for Friday. She wanted to know what kind of party it was going to be. She sat through all of her classes and weirdly enough, Pat wasn't in them. It was fine with her, she didn't have to see him but she forgot to talk about how she did the other night in golf and she knew she'd forget again.
Class ended and she gathered her stuff and left. She walked beside Amber and talked to her about where Pat could be. Amber told her that he was in In-school suspension for the day because of some bullshit reason. Teresa's eyebrow went up and a smirk wiped across her face. Maybe Pat was a bad boy afterall.
The match that night wasn't too hard. She shot a 47 and the team beat the other team 199 to 236. She went home happy with her score and called it a night.
The next morning, she woke up to birds chirping and the sun coming in through her window. She got ready for school and left a little bit late. She was thankful that there weren't really any cops that patrolled the area because she sped all the way to school.
She went through her normal routine of her classes and whatnot until Chemistry approached. She sat at her desk and tried to act as she always did. Pat came in the room and sat at his desk.
"Hey, do you have a map?" She asked.
"Uh, of the school?"
"Yeah, because I keep getting lost in your eyes." He laughed at the line.
"Teresa, you excited about the party tonight?" He asked her.
"Yeah, where is it going to be?"
"My house, I can drive you there from the game if you'd like," he told her.
"That sounds great." Class began and their conversation was cut short.
Throughout class , he kept glancing at Teresa. They made eye contact once and he asked her how the game went last night. She told him they smashed the other team and he seemed happy for her.
The day ended ant the game approached. As she found herself a seat, she saw Pat and he called her over. She sat with him for the whole game. After their team won, 17 to 0, it was time for Pat's party. They left the school and arrived at his house within ten minutes.
His house was huge. It was a two story brick house with a long driveway leading to it. They exited the car and headed in the house. It was just as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside. The house was spotless and it seemed to sparkle throughout.
Pat asked her if she just wanted to hang out until the other people arrived. She said yes and he led her to the livingroom. She sat on a leather sofa and he sat down next to her. They talked for quite some time before he got a serious look on his face.
"Teresa, was your dad an astronaut?...because somebody had to put those stars in your eyes." She laughed and he took the opportunity to scoot closer to her. He rested his hand on her leg and they talked about normal school things.
As she talked, he rubbed his thumb on her leg, making her become more aware of it than the conversation.
"I have to tell you something," Pat said in a serious tone, "there is no party." She was shocked. He didn't have anyone else coming over? It was supposed to be just the two of them?
"It's okay," she stated.
"I kind of like you, Teresa."
"I think I like you too." Pat leaned in and kissed her. Sparks flew as their lips touched. There was fire and passion in the way they kissed. Teresa slid her hand down Pat's stomach as he reached behind her to grab her ass.
The two made out on the couch for quite some time until Pat pulled off her shirt.
"Beautiful," he mumbled as their lips met again. Teresa found Pat's belt and undid it with what seemed like one motion. He pulled off his shirt and she was in heaven.
In the same moments, they both felt for eachother's pants. They stood up and took the other's off, sliding them carefree down their legs. Pat ran his hands up and down Teresa's back and found the clasp to her bra. He undid the clasp and she let the straps fall down her arms. He let out a sigh as he stared at her breasts. She told him he didn't just have to stare at them, and then he was on them like white on rice.
He felt them, lifted them, squeezed them, and played with them for quite some time before his face made its way to them. He kissed the right one and licked the erected nipple, making Teresa squeel in delight. He put his lips around the little nub and sucked, sending Teresa off edge.
She could feel her excitement in her panties and reached down to see how he felt. It didn't take her long to find his erected member sitting in his lap. She took ahold of it and squeezed the tip lightly, it jumped at first touch but then got used to her being there.
He sucked her tit as he ran his hand down her stomach and to the front of her panties. He cupped her mound and could feel some moisture seeping through her panties. He stuck his hand inside of them to see if it was just as wet on the inside but it wasn't, it was wetter.
She moaned as he felt her clit and then slid two fingers inside of her. He dribbled precum as she moaned and played with his cock.
It was completely ecstasy as they sped up their paces on the other person and moaned in eachother's ears. They were both reaching their orgasm. They climbed higher and higher until they hit the peak.
He orgasmed first, spurting cum on Teresa and part of the couch. She thought i t was the sexiest thing she had ever felt which added on to the pleasure she was receiving and she let out a loud moan and convulsed uncontrollably.
After they started coming out of their highs, she noticed the time. It was already one in the morning. She was supposed to be home at one. She frantically rushed around and told him what was going on. They gathered her things and took off in his car.
"I'll just say you were having car problems so I took you home," he told Teresa, hoping that is sounded plausible enough to fool her mother.
"That sounds great to me."
He walked her up to the doorstep and explained to Teresa's mom the made up story of how Teresa's car wouldn't start.
Teresa's mom went into the house and left the two alone.
"I really had a great night, Teresa," he said bashfully.
"Me too, maybe we could do it again," she insisted.
"Oh definitely." He kissed her and started to walk back to his car.
"What?" He turned around.
"Was your dad a baker?...because you have some nice buns!" He laughed and got into his car. What a great way to start senior year.