High School Nerd - Tuesday - Sex Stories

High School Nerd - Tuesday

... to him, he asks, "Is everything OK with you?"

Without meeting his gaze, I say, "Yeah. I'm good."

"You seem to be dodging me. I just wanted to make sure I didn't do something to upset you," he says.

"No, really, I'm good. You're cool, I just don't think we have a future together." Honesty is the best policy. Walking away, I left a very sad and puzzled Henry, standing by the doorway. Hopefully I have laid this matter to rest.

After school, I am surprised to find that Sandra did not show up for cheer practice. That's not like her to skip practice. She does not respond when Linda text her to see where she is.

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Sandra:

The more I think about Henry and study him, the more that I realize that Jasmine is right. He's not bad looking, he's very smart and he is a caring person. He's just not interested in the stupid things that many of the guys are interested in. Jazz won't admit it, but I suspect that she made out with him, yesterday. I don't think they went all the way, but I'll bet they came close. I'm more than a little jealous.

I changed into my cheer uniform at the end of school in preparation for practice. I always feel sexy, walking down the halls in my cheer outfit. I put a little extra sway in my hips as I walk. Ahead, I see Henry, heading down the hall in my direction and an idea strikes me. Reaching him, I pause, touch his arm and with my best smile say, "You're Henry, aren't you?"

He turns, surprised, and smiles in return, "Sure am. And I ...

... believe you are Sandra? Aren't you Jasmine's friend?"

"Yeah. We are on the cheer team together." His eyes are light blue and striking, up close. He doesn't put off that tough guy vibe like most of the jocks that are popular. His smile is genuine and warm. He has a reputation for being brilliant.

"Look, can we talk?" I asked.

"Sure. How can I help you?" he asks, waiting for my request.

Looking around I ask, "Can we go somewhere private? I want to ask you some questions."

Henry hesitates for an awkward moment, his eyebrows raised. "I might know a place. You mean right now?"

"Well, yeah. Now would be good. Do you know a private place around here?"

"Come with me." Taking me by the hand, he leads me into the back of the auditorium, and up a long flight of steep, narrow stairs. At the top of the stairs, he fishes a key from his pocket, inserts it into the lock and the door squeaks on its hinges as it swings into a dark space.

The first thing to hit me is the smell that brings to mind an old attic, full of forgotten treasures. There is a loud click, as the light is switched on. The darkness flees reluctantly thanks to a single lightbulb high up on the ceiling. The yellowish light makes everything seem even older. There are boxes full of stuff stored from who knows how long ago, old desks, chairs and miscellaneous supplies. Henry takes me by the hand and leads me to a worn, leather sofa, near the far wall. "I come up here to run the lights and the curtains when we ...