Take it Easy - Chapter Four: Waking Up is Hard to Do - Sex Stories

Take it Easy - Chapter Four: Waking Up is Hard to Do

... already on lunch. I saw Ashton walking the same way as me a few feet ahead. After taking a moment to study at her yoga pants-covered posterior, I called out to her above the heads of the people in between us. "Yo, Ash!" She turned and looked around for a moment before seeing me. She smiled and stepped to the side, out of the endless flow of students, to wait for me. "Hey, Aaron. What class are you going to?" "English. Mr. Harrison." I replied as we started walking. "Me too!" She replied. "I guess that means you can cheat off of me this year." I grinned. "I think that would lower my grade." She retorted. I stuck my tongue out at her and smacked her butt. She hit me with her purse and blushed as she looked around to make sure that no one had seen. We walked in to English and sat down. It went pretty much exactly the same as homeroom, so we were very thankful when the bell rang for lunch. I met my friends outside and we began the usual argument over where to eat. Eventually, I got bored and decided for everyone. "Mexican." I declared. "We're getting Mexican food, so everyone shut the hell up. Ok?" Everyone begrudgingly agreed, so we drove to my friend Jorge's family's Mexican restaurant. We sat down, ordered, and got our food. A few minutes later, I finished my burrito, but everyone else was either still eating or full. "You gonna eat that?" I asked Dre. "Mm-- Yeff." He said through a mouthful of his own burrito. "You gonna eat that?" I turned to Ashton. "Ugh. No, I'm soo ...

... full..." She groaned. "Thanks." I switched plates with her and started on her remaining tacos. After I finished, we threw some money on the table for a tip and got up to pay. Mrs. Delgado, Jorge's mom, was at the cash register. "Hola, señorita." I gave her my trademark half-smile. "You're looking as beautiful as ever." I always call her "señorita", which basically means "young woman", because Jorge's mom was a total MILF. I'm about 90% sure she was Miss Mexico. I used to always tell Jorge that I had such impure thoughts about his mom, solely for the purpose of irritating him. (If you haven't figured this out by now, I like pushing people.) "Such flattery, mijo." She responded in her soft, lilting accent, waving a hand as if to dismiss the praise. She teasingly calls me "mijo", which means "my son", because I used to hang out with Jorge so much that I was like another son to them. Jorge is in college at Oxford now, though, so I don't see him too often. "How's Jorge?" I asked as I dug out my wallet. "He's good. He is still planning to be a doctor. He just started his second year." "That's great! Please tell him and Mr. Delgado that I said hi." We exchanged kisses on the cheeks, as always. "I will, mijo. Good to see you again." "Good to see you too, señora Delgado." I followed my friends out the door. "Dude, why do you have to flirt with every woman or girl that you meet?" Adam asked me, only half-joking. "I like to grant their wishes of being hit on by an incredibly charming and ...