Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 1

... ~~~ I remember every minute of that day in exquisite detail, but for the life of me I have no recollection of what we learned in that hour before lunch. I don’t even know what subject it was. I do remember watching Rick for a while (a fairly long while) sitting two rows in front and one to the left. I could see his ear, the side of his neck and the corner of his lips. I wondered what those lips might be like to kiss. I watched the second-hand make its final, tortuous circuit of the clock face before the twelve o’clock bell and felt my heart-rate steadily lift as adrenalin surged through my system. I thought my life as someone who had never had a boyfriend might be in its final moments. I was wrong, sadly; but at the time it was a sweet feeling that I will never forget. I fetched my sandwiches from my locker and stepped out into the sunshine in front of the school oval. Rick was standing by the football goals watching for me, and for one breathless, terrifying moment I thought he was going to wave and yell ‘Hey Jean, over here.’ But he didn’t, of course. He just stood there, smiling; and I walked towards him, smiling; maybe blushing too. “Where do you want to sit?” he asked simply. “How about in the shade?” I nodded at a row of elms that lined one side of the oval near the long-jump pit. The contrast between the shade and Sydney’s bright November sunshine lent that row of trees what was probably a false sense of privacy. Neither of us was ready to sneak off behind the ...

... shelter sheds just yet, but nor were we quite ready to share our fledgling romance with the rest of the student body. We sat. We ate. We talked about the sort of stuff we always talked about in our thrice-daily five minute rendezvous, and as usual it lasted about five minutes. I know what I was thinking, and I’m certain he was thinking the same thing. I longed for the courage to tell him that I liked him; that I wanted to sit closer to him; and that if only he would ask me to be his girlfriend then I would say yes. Oh God, yes. We sat looking at each other in awkward silence for a minute and then Harry Potter came to our rescue. I had brought an old Chamber of Secrets paperback with me out of habit more than any intention to actually read; but in desperation Rick gestured to it, “Do you want to read?” he asked. “Um,” I didn’t want to read, but I didn’t want this ‘date’ to turn into a train-wreck either. “But you don’t have a book.” “We can read together,” he smiled at me. “If you don’t mind.” Oh. You. Genius! He would have to sit right up close to read with me. A big sunbeam smile lit up my face. “Okay,” I grinned. “Do you want to go back to the start?” “Nah,” he waved away the suggestion. “I’ve read it before. A few times.” Join the club, buster. I could almost recite it. I was leaning on one arm and sitting with my legs folded to the side; Rick moved beside me and mirrored my pose so that our arms crossed over behind us and brushed whenever one of us moved, which we both did. A ...