Street Lights - 8 - Sex Stories

Street Lights - 8

... takes my hand, rubbing the back of it with her thumb. She skin was so wrinkled yet so soft. Warm and inviting as well. “Yo se como se siente [I know how you feel]. I remember when I was una chica joven [a young girl]. All I can say, chico, is to trust him. I didn't trust mi primer amor [my first love] when it happened to me and I lost him forever,” She says in her infinite wisdom. It makes me feel better that she can relate. I smile weakly at her and thank her. She nods and answers the next call. I'm sitting here watching Brad and Carter. Damn I wish I could read lips. Brad looks so damn good today in his cargos and Diamond Supply tank top. Hair spiked up as usual, and low-cut chucks with black tube socks with white stripes at the top. I tell myself I'm lucky. Carter is rubbing his arms and shoulders now, giggling and talking. Looking him in his eyes. Brad is just sitting there soaking it all up like a fucking sponge. My chest is starting to burn even more. Carter takes his phone out and I see Brad saying something while Carter types. Then I see Brad take his phone out and hit something. They're both smiling. It looks like They take a picture of each other and they start talking again. My phone begins ringing. I pick it up, still keeping my eyes on them. “Hey. Century High Attendance. How can I help you?” I regurgitate into the phone. “Hi! What time does school start today,” the parent asks over the phone. Are you fucking serious lady? It's almost March, where the hell have ...

... you been? “First period begins at 8:30. For future reference, check out our website or your child's handbook. Also, if you press 2 when the automated system comes on, it'll tell you the schedule in full detail,” I politely remind her. “Thank you,” the parent says and hangs up. Dumb broad. Ms Joan looks at me like she just heard what I just said in my head. She begins laughing and pats my arm. “Oh chico,” she says in a sweet tone. This gets me to smile. She begins typing on her computer. I look outside again and they're gone. This throws me for a loop. The bell rings, signaling the beginning of the week. I pull out a red ink pen and the sign-in sheet and put it on the desk. Let's get this shit over with already. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I walk into the science class and take my seat. I pull my hair into a pony tail and begin to braid it. I needed to keep my hands busy if I was going to not knock Brad through his desk. “Hey Link, what's up,” Brad says to me as he comes in and sits down. God he smells so good. You can never go wrong with Irish Spring. “You tell me,” I say, looking straight forward. By now the class was starting to fill up. “Well.. Other than fucking you all weekend, nothing much,” he says just loud enough for me to hear. I feel slightly disgusted. “Can I see your phone,” I ask Brad, finishing up my braid. “Uhm yeah,” He says, unsure of what I was about to do. He slides me his BlackBerry and I open up his contacts. I type in a “C”. Carter is the first to show ...