Chapter 3
I awake in the morning my ass burning. I turn around to see an empty spot in the bed. I sigh and sit up in the bed by myself. I hear the shower water running and look at the calendar on the wall.
/> I throw the comfort off of me, stand up, and start stretching. I see my pants and boxers on the floor. I blush and pick them up quickly before Richard comes back out and put them on. I sit on the bed and give a sleepy yawn. I shake my head not believing I let him do that last night to me. I sigh and wait for Rich to get out. The water turns off a couple of minutes later and out walks a white muscular boy towel wrapped around his waist. He sees me sitting there and says, “Morning baby.”
I roll my eyes and ask, “Why does my ass burn?”
He just smiles and says, “I might tell you after /> Since I already know I won’t win the argument I grab some clothes out of the closet and go into the bathroom. I check the hot water with the sink and find there is still some left. I set up my shower and take off my pants and boxers. I see Richard’s phone on the bathroom stand above the toilet in between the shower and sink. I grab it and yell out, “Rich! Your phone is in here!”
I leave it on the counter by the sink and get into the shower. I grab my wash white rag, the dawn soap, and begin bathing. I hear the door open and I say, “Your phone by the sink.”
The shower curtains open up and I cover up my junk and ask, “What do you want!?”
Rich stands there smiling and asks, “When you coming to fix /> I push him to the best of my abilities with my left arm and say, so lazy.”
be helped but yea its six thirty.”
I look at him like he’s crazy. It’s been a long while since I woke up later than I usually do. Today was going to be something other than ordinary.
“Alright alright hurry up and get out so I can bathe.” I say closing the curtains.
“Why can’t I stay and help.” He says in a suggestive tone.
“Yea right.” I say waiting for him to leave.
I hear him go humph than the door opens and closes letting me know he has left the bathroom. I sigh and say, “I wonder about that boy I truly do.”
I resume the cleaning of myself in a hurried pace now. I turn off the water after washing off the last bit of sods and quickly dry off. I put on my stripped white and blue boxers, a black t-shirt with a monkey licking an electric outlet with words under it saying stupid monkey, and loosing fitting blue jeans. I run out of the bathroom, turning out the light in both the bathroom and bed room, and head down stairs to quick something real quick. I run into the kitchen to see Rich watching T.V. in the living room. I sigh and look at the microwave clock that reads… five fifty. I’m a kill his ass but for now I grab some toast and put it in the toaster as I get a pan and some butter. I check also for eggs and fine that I have enough but need to go grocery shopping later today. I turn on the stove and start burning down the butter moving it around me with a flipper, as I like to call it, and check our spices. We have enough for the type of eggs everyone in this house like to eat. The toast pops out and I get a paper plate to put it on before putting in two more pieces. I grab the eggs and a pink bowl from the cabinet above the stove and begin cracking the eggs into the bowl. I grab some salt and pepper and sprinkle that in there.
I hear Richard yell out.
“What is it?” I ask hoping he didn’t yell that for no reason.
a major storm heading our way!”
“Where from?” I ask now interested.
“The coast below us.”
I sigh as I pour the well-seasoned eggs into the pan, after whisking them of course, and wonder how school will go. I think about Eric and smile to myself. I hope to one day be just like him just less emo. The toast pop out knocking me out of my day dreaming. I sigh and do the toast again before turning my attention to the jelly. We have strawberry jelly, grape jelly, and blackberry jelly. I nod my head at the fridge satisfied with what is in it. I yawn as I close the fresh making a cool breeze roll over me. I finish up cooking at six twenty as his parents come down. There’s enough for everybody so we sit down and eat real quick.
“Great eggs as always dear.” His mom says.
I smile at her complement and say, “Thank you.”
We finish up eating and Rich’s parents leave for work. Well I guess home early to work early than.
“Okay well you tell me why now?” I ask the burning already gone.
“I don’t know if I should really.” He says walking into the living room where he grabs his backpack.
“What!? You better!” I say jumping on his back.
He puts me on his right shoulder easily and says, “Getting a little rascally there.”
“Oh whatever now put me down!” I say pounding on his chest.
“Hmmm. I don’t know I kind of like ya on my /> “Come on and tell me why my ass was burning this /> He snickers to himself and says, “What will you do for me?”
I say matter of factly.
He swats me on my ass and says, “Well that not good.”
It stings a little bit but I take it and say, “Come on don’t be like this. I call this sexual /> He swats me again and says, “If you call this sexual harassment than I should show you what it really it.”
“No! Please /> He swats me again and says, “But if I don’t show you you’ll never be able to learn.”
I roll my eyes and say, “You know what forget I ever asked just put me down.”
He swats me again and I start to feel that burning sensation from before. Oh…. My…. God…
“Did you!”
He laughs a little bit and says, /> He swats me again a bit harder and it makes me jump. If I ever get bigger than him I will pay him back for this. He carries me into the kitchen and set me down on the kitchen table.
“There you go my lady.”
“One of these days karma going to beat the shit out of you.” I say glaring at him as best as I can.
“Heh even when you’re trying to glare and scold you still look a beautiful as ever.” He says swatting my right leg playfully.
I sigh and hop down off the table and head grab my backpack from the corner of the kitchen. I look at the microwave which reads six fifty five.
“Alright let’s head out.”
Rich is the first out the door as always and I’m close behind afterward. I made sure to lock the door behind us. I feel the keys jingling in my pocket so I know we’re good. I sit in the front of the bus as always and go into the homeroom as always the only thing is I’m not by myself anymore. Eric sits by me in homeroom.
“Thanks again for yesterday.” I say pulling out a pencil and my sketchbook.
“It nothing but you should learn how to defend yourself a little. I always won’t be there for ya.”
“Yea I know.”
The teacher walks in with a tight shirt on showing off a lot of cleavage and a tight skirt that stops above her knees. Most of the guy’s jaws drop at the sight of this and I notice how Eric seemed to react bewildered when she walked in too. I feel a tingling in my chest and wonder what it is.
“Okay class role call!” She says in her lovely voice.
We all say here and I and Eric start a conversation about the school and life outside of school before the first bell rings. I sigh realizing I and he don’t have the first period together but we do 2nd and 3rd. I sit down in the in my language class in the middle part of class since it my assigned seat. We learn about poem and stuff like that but I barely pay attention and just start drawing. The class ends without a hitch and I head to P.E. I see Eric where I usually dress up and I feel my heart skip a beat. I probably looked puzzled as I walked over there because he asks me, “What is it?”
I shake my head and start to get undressed and redressed in P.E clothes.
“So I’m guessing you like the school?” I ask walking out into the gym.
He shrugs his shoulder and says, “A little.”
“What do you like about it?” I ask standing first in the five lines to run.
He smiles and says pushing me a little, “You of course.”
I feel my heart skip a beat when he says this but I don’t know why it did. The coach blows his whistle and I bolt off towards the other end of the huge gym. I’m the third one there behind Jason Longwick and Eric. Eric came in first because he’s as fast as lightning. I stand in the back next to him huffing and puffing while he stands there not even breaking a sweat. I notice he has that same look he had yesterday.
“What is it?” I ask him bent over butt pressed against the wall and hands on my knees.
He looks at me confused and I say, “You look sad like /> He does a Sasuke smile and says, “I’ve always looked like this. It’s the face of someone who’s gone through hell.”
I shiver when he says that. Something about his words just put a certain pressure on me that I just can’t explain. I stare at his face for a while as he watches the other guys and girls run. I stand up straight up against the wall to notice that a couple of the guys were snickering. I look around and realize what their snickering about. The class most matured woman what doing a jog and her, probably, f cup tits are bouncing all over the place and her shirt that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. I notice the coach staring also.
“Humph, pervs.” I say looking at the floor.
Though I wouldn’t mind staring at tits as much as the next person but gigantic tits like those are just in human in nature. I lean back down like I was just a moment ago and glance at Eric to notice he isn’t looking either but instead he seemed to be looking at… the wall behind us? I pay no attention to it as the coach tells us to run backward this time. I just pray I don’t trip over myself like last time. We start moving down the line and chatting too. Sometimes I would pretend to be looking away somewhere else and notice him glancing somewhere towards the side I’m on. It comes up to us to run backward so I turn around and get ready. The whistles blows and we take off. I make it the other side but as I get there some jerk thought it would be funny to trip me up. I move my right foot back and fall backward slamming the back of my head into the floor. Everything just goes black than.

A/N Well the third part took me a good well but he it is.

story by: Shadowmeld

Tags: fiction school young bi-sexual boy / boy transgendered sex story

Author: Shadowmeld

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