"Bell rang!" came the voice of Mr. Salvador through the open school doors. "I hope you two got up to more than just chatting out here."
Despite his powerful persona, May didn't ever seem fazed by him. "We did, as a matter of fact. A lot more." She flashed me a quick smile and headed inside.
I followed, while Mr. Salvador was still holding open the door. By this time, she was already out of sight. "Are you two together?" Mr. Salvador asked me.
Oh, the irony. "Nope." I simply answered as we started walking.
"Oh, good." Mr. Salvador replied.
"Good?" I asked him.
"In drama, two types of groups don't work well together. People who hate each other, and people who love each other. Both types let personal feelings guide their choices instead of what should come normally in a drama piece."
"Hmm." Was all I could think to say. "Does that affect normal lives too?"
He flashed me a quick smile. "Drama is just an extension of normal life."
"Fair enough!" I replied.
"Good work earlier, by the way. You had true emotion behind your words." he told me as we neared the classroom.
"I guess." I simply responded. "People here inspired me. Although a lot of people thought my crying was fake."
"It wasn't." was all he said, like it was an order. Of course, he was a drama teacher. He would be able to tell.
By the time I got to the classroom, May was gone. She must have left in a hurry. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and noted Mr. Salvador on the stage, inspecting the lighting. "Take care!" I called him.
He didn't say goodbye. I don't think he ever did.
***
Thank goodness for the talk he and I had about the student council, otherwise knowing me I would have forgotten about the meeting. Luckily, in the hallways after leaving the aud, I met up with Phil who was more than happy to show me to where the meetings were held.
"You were a bit… uneasy there." He said as we were walking. "You okay now?"
"Yeah." I said. "I just get nervous in front of crowds. But now I'm ready to work."
"Great!" he responded as he opened the door. Room 203. The room was filled with students of every kind. Hipsters, jocks, I think there was even a geek. Mostly from grade 11 up though. I guess that's when all of the good positions opened up. I took a seat near the back and Phil walked to the center of the room.
"Alright everybody, listen up! I'd like to welcome you all to the introductory council of this year!" There was mild cheering. "First, I'd like to welcome back Matt Schneider, he knows how much we've missed him."
"We didn't miss you at all, he's just being kind." Chirped the geek from behind Phil. Everyone snickered.
"And now to welcome our grade nines to the party, we have our own lovely Ms. Baker!"
Baker! That was…
On cue, Nicole burst through the doors, wearing the same button-up vest from this morning, but visibly nothing else from the waist up. "Today we have the rare treat of welcoming two new grade nines to the Student Council." she started.
Well, of course she wouldn't tell me she was on the student council… Though a lot more made sense now. How she knew so much, why she was texting Phil, why she got really excited when she saw me the first time, the thing she had to do this morning…
"First off, we have the handsome and charming Adam Watson." she said. Before I knew how to react to that, she took my face and her hands and planted a kiss on my lips. Time stopped, and I stayed as still as possible. My first kiss… I certainly didn't know it was going to happen like this. As she broke away, I felt almost disappointed. I didn't know she wanted to reveal what she was doing with me so publicly, but it definitely aroused me. I guess it was out in the open now, Nicole and I have been fooling around. Hell, it's kind of funny that I've sucked on her nipples before and only now I just had my first kiss.
"Secondly," she said, moving away from me. Oh well. I guess the council would discuss the new developments later, though to my shock they didn't seem shocked at all, except for Megan. And speaking of… "We have the beautiful, gorgeous Megan Schneider." Then, to my complete and utter shock, she took Megan's face in her hands and gave her a full kiss on the lips. Because this was girl-on-girl, the guys cheered for this one, but I was still left in shock.
I guess I wasn't the only one… I guess she kissed every newcomer or something. It never really crossed my mind before, but yeah… I must have been the hundredth guy to kiss her. Was that also true for the sex? Was I just another number in her book of reference? The next sucker, standing in line? I would have given her my virginity if I asked. And she would have taken it so carelessly. What an idiot I've been…
Megan didn't look too happy with her kiss either, actually. From when Nicole's lips departed hers, she just sat there, an uneasy expression on her lips.
As Phil went on, she looked in my eyes and smiled, but I let my gaze wander. Phil droned on. "This meeting, for the newly elected, will just be so you can see how things are run here. You won't get any jobs today. The rest of us can-" blah blah blah. I'd heard enough. As long as I didn't need to do anything, I saw no further need to focus. Besides, I couldn't focus on anything.
***
After the meeting ended, everybody started to clear out. Nicole hopped out of her seat and walked up to Phil. "Great council today, Mr. President, as usual." She flashed him a flirty smile.
"Where's my kiss, huh?" Phil asked boldly. I think I was going to be sick.
Nicole smirked. "Maybe when you're older." she told him. She turned her back on him and walked over to me. "Let me guess – you need a ride, right, squirt?"
"Sure, I guess." I replied disinterestedly as I walked out of the room. I could see she gave me a confused glance.
"How much older?" I could hear Phil call as Nicole herself walked out of the hallway to join me.
"Oh, five… six years." She called back to the room. I just started walking. I didn't care. Today was a mix of emotions for me – it was probably inevitable that I was going to get angry at someone. Truth be told, I was probably more angry at myself for falling for her words so quickly.
"Hey." She called after me. I didn't respond, so she ran up next to me, started walking alongside me towards the exit and repeated herself. "Hey!"
"What?" I asked her.
"What's wrong, hotshot?" She asked me. She had genuine concern in her voice.
"How many guys have you kissed? And girls. How many people have you kissed?" I asked her.
"Ah." she said, figuring me out. Amazingly, she cracked a grin. "Well, this is gonna come up sooner or later. Is someone jealous?" She asked in a baby voice. I turned away from her and kept walking.
"Aw, c'mon, don't be like that." she pouted. "You didn't really think that you were the first, did you?"
"No, but you sure as hell could have told me, or something before just flashing me your tits. What if my first kiss meant something big to me? Now it just means another brick in the wall for you. I'm just the next of many."
"It doesn't work like that." She told me sternly. "Look, that's just what happens in high school. I'm sorry, but it is. It's not like you were telling me to stop." By now, we were in her car. She unlocked it and got in. I followed suit.
"Well, it's just made things clear. I thought I was a friend to you. I thought I finally meant something to someone. But nope, I'm just another booty call for Nicole Baker." My tone was ice-cold by now.
Amazingly, while she was stern, she still held her jockey tone with me. "Right, and you're telling me the guy who only needed a green flag to suck on my tits within, hmm, half an hour of knowing me isn't guilty of being shallow?"
Damn. She had a good point. I didn't say anything, and turned my head away.
"Look, for the record, I'm sorry." she continued. "If you had told me how much that meant to you, I wouldn't have done it. And for the record, I do consider you a friend. Hell, you're actually a lot sweeter than… like, 9 out of 10 guys I've been with, if we're talking statistics. But if we're talking numbers…" She started counting on her fingers. I don't know if it was for comedic effect, but the number surpassed 30.
"How many guys have you had?!" I asked with shock. Although, as she could tell, I was no longer upset.
She laughed. "You'd be surprised. And hey, you didn't think this was the first year that we stopped checking the speeches by coincidence, did you?" she winked. "I pulled a few strings during my morning meeting with Phil. You're welcome." She started the car and stretched. Then, as if I should have expected anything else, she started undoing the buttons on her vest top, revealing, surprise, nothing underneath.
"Is this a requirement for you to drive or something?" I asked her, a smile returning to my face.
"I don't see you complaining." She winked, tweaking a nipple.
"You do that any more, and I may just be tempted to do that myself." I told her. I felt my lust coming back to me, and suddenly I had a craving for the taste of her tits once again in my mouth.
"Promises promises." she said slyly, letting go of her boobs and backing out of the school parking lot. Once again, I could tell she was aroused herself, just by looking at how far her nipples were sticking out. God, her boobs looked amazing. The way her large, pink areola crowned each boob, it just made me want to take one and start sucking. The way her breasts rose and fell with her breathing… It was almost serene, actually. The way they jutted out, and stuck out a little to the side, almost squishing together, they were perfect in every way.
She caught me looking. "Well well." She said, "Looks like we won't even need the promises." She arched her back, pushing her boobs out further.
"Look who's talking." I said, taking my finger and flicking her obviously hard nipple. She shivered at my touch.
"What can I say?" She said sheepishly. "It would be a shame if I took you home and left it at that."