Street Lights - 3 - Sex Stories

Street Lights - 3

The rest of the weekend went by with me making passes at Brad at every given chance I had. Either he just wasn't feeling it or he didn't know I was trying to get in his pants. Yeah, that's bad considering the fact that we are best friends, but after what he said Friday night I don't know how I exactly feel about just being friends. It's one thing to fall for your best friend, but it's a completely different thing to fall for your straight friend that has no idea what the hell he wants. Oh well. There will be more chances. Monday morning we're both out of the door and well on our way to school via my mom. She looks into the rear view mirror at Brad and poses a question.. one that caught not only me and Brad off guard, but Jesus and Mary too. "Have you two been using protection?" she asks Brad in a serious tone. He blushes a hot shade of pink and looks at me. "Uhm, mom.. he's not gay," I nonchalantly say, "but if he was, trust and believe we would." They both give me a weird look while I look out of the window. What! It's the truth! I think. Doesn't matter, someone had to put it out there. After what seems like an eternity of listening to the annoying banter of the people on The Breakfast Club in silence she gets us to the school and drops us off. Brad is the first to get out and rushes off without saying a word. Wonder what his issue is. I wave at my mom and start walking towards the school. I'm not going to chase his ass down. It's too damn early for that. I'm an office ...

... aide for 1st period so I guess that gives the both of us the chance to chill out before we see each other in Chemistry. I hear the bell ring and head to the office. I put my badge on and take a seat at the front desk, getting ready for the crowd of kids that never make it to school on time. One by one they filter in just a minute or two apart. I hand them the sign-in sheet, they fill it out, I verify their information on the system, call their parents who always give me some bunk excuse and then I write a pass allowing them to enter their 1st class of the day. Without that pass, students who are late for 1st period go to "lock out", which is when they get sent to the lunch room and have to stand in a line silently for the duration of the period. No phone, no talking. Just stand there and shut up. Not too bad if you ask me. While I'm setting up the next sign in sheet, Carter comes in. I fucking hate Carter. He's a junior and the captain or whatever the hell you call it of the baseball team. He's also in my PE class. He's your typical jock. He stands at 6'2", overly muscular, blond hair like mine but in a faux mohawk, piercing blue eyes and a killer smile. He likes to showcase his meat in the showers and make fun of anyone he can. He has his own clique of dickheads who swear he shits gold nuggets. Man I don't feel like dealing with him. "Hey cocksucker," he says as he approaches the counter. I ignore him and act like I'm doing something on the computer. He leans over the counter. ...