2 Pointe Convert

I dropped Ariel, I was laughing so hard.

I was supposed to catch her on my shoulders, but she tipped back, and fell off. “OMG, are you okay?” I turned around, to help her up, but she slapped my hands away.

“You’re supposed to catch me!” The rest of the squad came to help her up, but it was too late.

We had to “Break it up,” and the Squad Captain pointed in 2 different directions, but by then the Offensive Line was walking back, and Carter had his helmet off.

“Ha ha! That’s gotta be the whitest thing I ever seen!” They patted him on the back, but not the butt. Butt pats are just regular football stuff, but Powers didn’t even say anything about it being gay, or girly.

“Haha, yeah.” Eamon just sat down on the end of the bench, and held his helmet in his lap.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” I ran right up.

“Huh?” He shook his head away from the Defense lining up to stop the Away team from pushing past, and running another touchdown. “Ballet class.” He blushed! Looking down, still a little embarrassed, he leaned over. “Uh, my sisters.” He even put a hand up so I could lean over, and he could lower his voice. He shrugged, “They used to take dance, and I thought it looked like fun.” He grinned, “It was a lot of fun, but then I got into peewee.”

“Jesse?”

“Coming!” I had to go back, and join the squad, but not for long. It was the last play of the quarter, then we got a break for half-time to stand around, and talk.

“What did he say?”

“Oh, he used to take Ballet with his sisters when he was younger.” Okay, let me go back to the game real quick. Even though it’s not real important, it’s still really early in the season, the Upton Rhinos aren’t really the toughest team, and it’s not like the stands were packed.

Honestly, more boys hung out for Cheerleading Practice. Because cheerleaders, but I guess they had better stuff to do on a Friday night than watch a football game. Irregardless, the Rhinos scored a touchdown, and extra point early on, and their coach played it smart. Switched to Defense, to stay 7 points ahead most of the first half, but because it wasn’t so crucial.

Our coach really pushed at the end of the 2nd quarter for a touchdown, then risked running it in again for 2 points. So, we went into the 2nd half a point ahead, but when Eamon ran it in. Instead of a normal touchdown dance, like a moonwalk, or some other hip-hop moves. He threw his hands up on his helmet, jumped and spun with a knee sticking out in a perfect pirouette.

Not exactly En Pointe, his cleats didn’t touch the ground, but for a moment there, he just hung in the air as if he was weightless. All 200+ pounds of him, in full football pads, and cheetah print sleeves on his Jersey. Oh yeah, and we’re the Cheetahs, but it’s not like we plan our entire strategy around our mascots. The Rhinos didn’t push through, and roll over our team with shear weight, any more than the Cheetahs just outran them, and avoided getting tackled by the larger, heavier Rhinos.

They’re actually pretty evenly matched, so it came down to the coaches. The Rhinos’ getting ahead early, then playing conservatively to save their strength for the end, while the Cheetahs had to wear themselves out to catch up, and pull a risky 2 point conversion to get ahead at halftime.

“Oh yeah,” Ariel forgave me right away, after she cooled off from me dropping her. “You remember Roisin doing her ballet solo for the talent show last year?”

“I think she says it Roisheen.”

“Yeah, and that was 2 years ago.”

“No, it was too years in a row. Last year, and the year before that when she was a Junior?” Of course, she graduated last year, when I was still a sophomore, so I never really got to talk to her.

“Oh yeah,” but then they lined up again for the 2nd half, and we had to go back to our formations. Honestly, it was just like another Practice, only with fewer boys watching. Later, so they had to have the lights on, and mostly parents yelling at the field.

“Try not to drop me this time.” The other 2 base girls grabbed her elbows, and picked her up. So she could get on my shoulders, but I braced myself, and unlocked my knees to catch her. This time, I caught her legs, and straightened up, so I didn’t take all 87#s on my back.

Lift with your legs, right? But she clapped, and waved, so I could set her down, and she jumped out to do her kicks. That gives me time to back up before she flips, and I don’t catch her feet right in my face, but it’s not as close as it looks from the stands.

If anyone was watching us from the stands. We spelled out “C. H. E. E. T. A. H. Cheetahs! Yeah!” Clapping, and then grabbed some water bottles to watch the next play.

It’s fun, yeah there’s a little popularity points to be earned, and “School Spirit” is this nebulous thing like Morale on the field, but we do our part. I guess, but mostly it’s just for fun. That just reminded me of Eamon, and the way he blushed. Under his freckles, and said something about getting into Ballet, because it looked fun.

“It was a lot of fun,” and I can certainly understand that. It’s just the kind of thing that the boys make fun of. Especially on the football team, where they pat each other’s butts, then call each other “Fags” on the way back to the locker room. “Huh!” Then, he ran out, tugging the back of his tights from sitting on the bench, to line up with the rest of the team.

“WOOH!” Oh yeah, that’s the Quarterback, calling a huddle, which means we have to do another formation, and routine.

I realized that’s one thing they have in common. Football, and Ballet, you get to wear tights. Of course I watched Ballet, especially around Christmas. Mom took me out to watch The Nutcracker every year, but I never just sat there, and thought, you know? That looks like fun!

It looked like a lot of work, but kneeling down on the boy’s shoulders, while the lighter girls climbed up to make a pyramid. I felt a little silly, thinking that. Honestly, it’s the exact same thing, a lot of fun, and a lot of work. I just never really thought about the two together. It’s not really Dance, and it’s not really a Sport, but it’s also got stuff like gymnastics, acrobatics, and chants.

We just don’t leave it all up to chants. Sorry, yeah. I know, that’s literally a dad joke, and I even think it’s cheesy when my dad says it, but I couldn’t resist.

Then again, there’s also the attention you get from boys. A big part of it was seeing the Juniors, and Seniors in the halls. With their cheetah print uniforms, and the attention they got from boys. Football players, like Eamon, and the attention his sister got when she was a senior.

“Raisin Carter,” the girls called her. Jealously, of course. You think cheerleaders are popular with the boys, try getting up onstage in a wispy little dress. Not a tutu, it looked more like a nightgown, but it sure didn’t leave much to the imagination. Swishing over her long legs, and flying up when she turned to jump, did a forward split mid-air with her arms up like wings, then landed a surprising way away.

But she’s a Ballerina, with a body like a Ballerina, and if she had a bra on under it, you couldn’t see any straps or nothing. Just nipples, and the girls made fun of that, because her name was Roisin. They said she’s got “Nothing but raisins,” and the name kind of stuck, but really, they were just jealous.

Hell, so was I, but I didn’t try to cover it up with Sour Grapes. She worked hard, to look that good, and graceful. She appeared to float over the stage, but a ballerina. You expect her to float en pointe, because she probably weighed as much as Ariel.

Oh yeah, and she’s a redhead. Like Ariel, the little mermaid? Apparently, her mom loved that movie, but she was a gymnast, and she barely went through puberty at all. So, she was light enough to pick up, and throw around. She could turn flips, and twists in the air before we caught her, and she was the star of the show.

Again, like Roisin, I’m not even jealous. She worked hard, for years, and practically starved herself through middle school to stay so light, and tiny. Conservation of Angular momentum, which just made Eamon’s Pirouette even more impressive. Not just that he somehow got twice as much mass to hang in the air that long, but also that he got a full rotation.

With just 1 knee, and both elbows sticking out, but with the shoulder pads, and the helmet. You know how a figure skater has to tuck in so she can spin around so fast it looks like a blur until she throws a foot out? Her arms down to balance, and skates away in a spiral to do the next jump in the routine. That’s angular momentum, but it was just so funny at the time that I didn’t really think about the Physics of what he’d done until much later.

Then, we went home, and I mostly forgot about it. All weekend, I went out with my friends, did a little late Xmas shopping, and stuff. Went to church, and then crammed in studying for Mid-terms, until we went back to school on Monday.

Oh yeah, and there was this big “Blizzard,” they called it. In November, when nobody was expecting it, so they didn’t even have the snow plows ready for the season, and they ran out of salt for the roads the first night. We missed a week of school, so we had to make it up for Winter break, which is how we’re still going to school, the week of Christmas.

For mid-terms, which was hard enough to focus on, but I was a solid C. So, I didn’t have to worry about getting kicked off the squad unless my grades slipped, but it still seemed important to me.

Then, I saw Eamon in the halls, and I remembered all the questions I didn’t get to ask. Okay, I wasn’t just curious about him doing ballet before he got into football, but also interested in him. It’s funny how I worked so hard to get attention from boys, and I did, but then Eamon went and got the attention of the whole entire cheer squad with that stunt. Showing off his Ballet moves, and our captain even joked that we could use a boy like him on the squad.

“Hey, uh. Eamon right?” I didn’t know how to bring that up, but hopefully nobody thought to offer before me.

“Uh huh? Jenny, I saw you at the game.”

I blushed, “Well, it’s Jesse, but we didn’t get a chance to talk more. You’re really impressive. Form, I mean you must have really practiced that victory dance a lot.”

He laughed, “Not really, I was surprised that I didn’t fall down. It seemed a lot easier when I was a kid.” He shut his locker. “Well, I don’t have practice.”

“Me neither.”

“Yeah, you’re not wearing your uniform.” Of course, it was Monday. We didn’t have practice until Wednesday, and they practiced on Thursdays to get ready for the Friday night game, if they had one. This week, we weren’t even supposed to have school, let alone a game scheduled. “How bout this weather?” He chuckled, and headed for the doors, “Hard to believe it after that snowstorm last month.”

I just hugged my books, and followed him down the halls. The stairs to the door at the bottom, and outside. “Huh, it’s nice!” He got his phone out, as soon as we cleared the Dead Zone. I don’t actually know if they’ve got some sort of electronics jammer, or what, but it’s really hard to get even 1 bar inside the building. “Who you texting?”

“Oh, my mom.”

“She coming to pick you up?”

“No,” his phone buzzed so he showed me.

[Hey mom.] He sent.

[How was school?]

[Okay, but can you send me some of the pictures from dance class, with Laoise?]

“Who’s Laoise?”

“Leesha, that’s my little sister.” He looked back, or held his phone up. Too high to really see it, but. Okay, I’m not the littlest girl, and he’s not the biggest boy. So, it’s not like Ariel talking to a Linebacker, but still. I barely come up to his armpit, so if he doesn’t want me to see, he just has to hold it up, and not tilt it down too much. Even in these 2″1/4 heels.

“Here,” he turned it, so I could see him holding her up. Her little ballet sandals? I know, they’re slippers, but they looked more like sandals, the way the ribbons were wrapped around her tiny ankles. Crossed behind her, with her arms spread out like an airplane, and his hands holding her by the hips.

“Wow,” I took it, “How old were you?”

“I don’t know, maybe about 10, or 11.”

“So she must be about 5, or 6?”

“In that picture? No, she must have been 7, or 8.”

“She looks so tiny,” but not baby-fat, at all. Then I remembered how their big sister looked. In the halls, I completely spaced on the Talent Shows, because I didn’t care about that.

“Well,” he laughed, “I guess she was, but you’d be surprised how easy it is. I didn’t actually have to pick her up, well. She couldn’t jump that high, but even my big sister Roisheen.”

“What kinds of names are those, like Roisheen, Leesha, and Eamon?”

“Oh, Irish. Most of my mom’s family is Irish, so we got our names passed down for generations, but my dad’s family is mostly Dutch, and Swiss. Except my grandpa William Carter’s. They’re English.” He nodded.

“Well,” wouldn’t that make his dad half Engils? “My mom usually takes me to see the Nutcracker, you ever go to see that? At the Opera House.”

“Honestly, I haven’t been in years. Why, you think you can get tickets?”

“Oh yeah, they’re probably sold out by now.” Seeing as it is this Thursday, Christmas Eve, because of course. That’s what it’s all about, it all happens on Christmas Eve, so that’s when they play it. “Let me ask my mom?” they’ve got a kind of double feature with A Christmas carol in the theater. I mean the Drama theater on the other side of the Opera House. They’ve got 2 theaters there, but the one without the orchestra pit.

I don’t know how she’d feel about that. Going with a boy, instead of her this year, but maybe I can get her to give up her ticket?

“Well, let me know, and I’d love to go with you.”

“Oh, uh” He leaned down, and I shook my head, mostly to myself. I missed the signal, then gave him the wrong one back.

So, he backed up, and said “Sorry, I thought.”

“Oh no. It’s okay, if you want to kiss me?” I nodded, and waited, but it wasn’t like. My first kiss from a boy, I’m not a virgin, and I haven’t been for. Over a year, but this time it was awkward. I blamed myself, for getting it wrong, then ruining the moment, but it was a kiss.

He laughed, nervously. “You know, I’ve never had a girl ask me out before.” He put his arm around me, and hugged my shoulder, so I turned to put my head down. Against his bicep, which was huge, and hard. Flexed holding me like that, but it felt like such a perfect fit.

I know this might surprise you, but I never went out with a football player before. There’s this cliche’, and honestly, it’s not untrue, our Captain is going out with their Quarterback, but it’s not like. Every cheerleader gets a football player, or vice versa. I guess it’s more likely for the whole squad to go out with a football player each, because their team is much larger, with offense, and defense, backup players in case somebody gets injured, but also we’ve got boys on the squad too.

All of them go out with a cheerleader, so if you’re wondering why a boy would want to be on the squad, there’s your obvious answer. None of them are gay, or even bisexual as far as I know, but they keep their hands to themselves, or they’d get kicked out pretty quickly. But still, it’s a great way to meet the other cheerleaders, if you’re interested.

“Oh yeah, and I know what you mean about holding up the ballerina. I mean, it’s not the exact same thing, but.”

“Yeah, you usually hold up that redhead.”

“Ariel?”

He laughed, “Her name’s Arial, really?”

“Yeah, like the Little Mermaid?”

“Oh, I thought you ment Arial.” He waved up at the sky, “As in Arial.”

“Well, I guess it means that too, but it’s not intentional. She had red hair even as a baby. Her mom says when she was born, you could see little wisps of it, when they got her cleaned off. So, she liked the Little Mermaid, and she called her Ariel, with an E.” I shrugged, under his arm, and reached up to hold his hand on my shoulder.

Just getting comfortable, starting to get past my nervousness, and used to him being there. His size, and how small I am. I’m not that little, but still, standing next to him, I feel almost as petite as Ariel, for instance.

“Well, I was just, like you said. I noticed how you don’t have to pick her up, and it’s pretty much exactly the same for a ballerina. They can jump at least halfway, or at least they could before I got too tall.”

“How tall?”

“Oh, 6 foot 3?” I nodded, and hugged his waist tighter.

“It’s hard to believe how you can get all the way around. In a pirouette, I mean. At the game, it looked impossible.”

“Yeah, I’m a little surprised I landed it myself. I haven’t even tried one in. I don’t know, at least 5 years.”

“Well, you pulled it off.”

He pulled out his phone. “Oh, hang on.” He texted back.

“Who’s that?”

“My mom,” he chuckled. Shaking his head, “It’s funny, usually she embarrasses the hell out of me, but now. I have to tell her to stop before she tries to send my whole childhood.”

“Haha, yeah. She must be proud of you.”

“Yeah, but she’ll burn up the whole month’s data if she doesn’t stop.”

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Eamon (mf Date)

I rang the doorbell, and pushed the wreath aside, to check my tie in the window. “Oh,” her mom opened the door, and looked up. “Eemon?”

“It’s Amon, like Aaron with an M.” I’m used to people getting that wrong the first time. “What?” I looked down to see if I had some ketchup on my suit, or something.

“Nothing, I just. Wasn’t expecting, huh. You looked smaller in the photos she showed me. And blonder.”

“Yeah, well I was about 12, when I quit.” Also, my hair keeps getting darker brown, ever since I started puberty. “In middle school, the boys started teasing me when they found out.”

I closed the door, and she patted her chest. Cleared her throat, and turned around. “So, you started playing football?”

“No, I mean I started that in 5th grade, but then I stopped trying to split my afterschool time. I was getting a little too heavy to stay en pointe.”

“She mentioned that. Honestly, she can’t stop talking about how it’s like her, and Ariel.”

I nodded, “Yeah,” Those 2 are like best friends, since they’re paired up for most of their routines. It’s a trust thing, you don’t want someone you can’t trust to hold your weight. Even when you’re under 90 lbs. “She went on, and on about Angular Momentum on our first date.” I shrugged, “Hidden depths. She still getting ready?” Honestly, they just happened to be taking that in Physical Science, so it was one of the things on her Exam.

“Yeah, let me go check on her.” She left me in the living room, to look around, and I checked for trophies. Force of habit, I guess. I’d been on lots of dates, but this one was different. I heard squeals, and laughter down the hall, but if she had any trophies.

It’s not like we have competitive cheer squad. Honestly, the only girl I’d dated with trophies was on the Volleyball, and Basketball teams. Girl’s volleyball, and basketball, of course, but she was 5’11” and. I probably shouldn’t talk about her weight, but my age too.

“Well,” she came out, “There’s something to be said for going out with a boy you don’t have to drag off to the Ballet.”

“How do I look?” She wore a dress, it looked like a prom dress, and I almost fiddled with an imaginary corsage.

“You look lovely.” I glanced over at her mom, who looked satisfied with that answer. “You hungry? I stopped for a burger on the way, but.” I checked the time.

“Oh, no. We already ate, but it won’t hurt if we show up a little early.”

“You better grab a coat, it’s starting to feel like December again out there.” Not that I minded, her bare arms, and shoulders. She’s not exactly busty, so there wasn’t even showing any cleavage, but she had enough to hold up the strapless dress.

Without a bra on? I wasn’t sure that I was going to find out, to second base, or whatever, but she did look pretty damned sexy in that dress. I know guys, that like big breasted women, hell most of the guys on my team preferred big booties, too. (They’re black, and I’m not going to say too much about them being black, but a lot of them like big booties, and make fun of skinny little white girls, “Got no booty.” The black girls on the cheer squad too, from what I heard.)

She’s athletic, and strong. I can even say for her size, but she likes to talk about Hidden Depths. You know, there’s the stereotypes, and then there’s all the stuff you can’t discover on a first impression. Like the fact that she’s fascinated by Chemistry, especially Organic Chemistry, and she’s actually looking forward to taking that next year, when most of the Nursing Students, or at least the girls that want to get into Nursing School dread it.

Or, the fact that I went through a Ballet stage when I was a kid, and I wanted to be like Michael Baryshnikov. I can actually spell Baryshnikov, for one thing. Talk about Grande Jeté, and Tour en l’air, even though I can’t really do them any more, since I’m too heavy. She brushed up on those, and it’s not like she talked about stuff like Angular Momentum, just to show off.

Her hidden depths, she’s nerdy, and a cheerleader. So, the cheerleader thing kinda overshadows the science nerd thing, you don’t expect her to get all excited about torque vectors, any more than you’d expect me to pull off a full Pirouette, when I hadn’t even practiced in years.

It took me back, and it was kinda not unlike talking to either one of my sisters. Only she wasn’t my older sister, nor my little sister. She’s 17 like me, and we never really got to know each other on the field. The sidelines, she had her routine, and I had to watch the game, even on the bench. I knew the Defensive Line better than the cheer squad, because we practiced together, when we only saw each other on game nights, when we had our own things to worry about.

She’s strong, though. Whatever she says about Ariel, or any of the other girls jumping, so it looks effortless. She can still catch her on her shoulders, and hide the strain on her knees. Her back, mostly because you’re paying attention to Ariel.

Jesse doesn’t have to worry, or be jealous at all. Honestly, she’s cute, and pretty enough, but also kind of annoying? Not to be too unkind, but I’d hear more than enough of her voice, and she’s got a short temper. I guess the stereotype about Firey redheads comes from somewhere, but I can’t help think that whoever she dates, they end up fighting each other more than anything.

Yeah, she’s a fighter, if you like that sort of thing. “Huh!” Jesse patted my leg, “You mind stopping here?”

“What for?” I took my foot off the gas, and hit the brakes, but she didn’t move her hand off my lap. Away from my knee, but as soon as we stopped, she unbuckled her seat belt, and put her leg up on the seat between us.

“Huh!” She just smiled, and bit her lip. So, I put it in Park by feel, and turned off the keys. “Well, I’m horny, and I don’t want to sit through the show all horny, so.”

I kissed her, and she felt up my arm. Took my hand, and guided it down to her bare leg. Up on the seat like that, the ruffles even slipped up, so it was pretty easy to find the warm crotch of her underpants. “Huh, it zips down the side.” She took my other hand, and put it under her arm. She turned her head to the other side, and opened her mouth to lick my lips. My teeth, and then my tongue when I let her’s in.

So, I found the zipper pull, and ran it down. Felt back up her side, and pushed it back from her ribs. Pulled the front out to feel inside once I found the complete lack of a bra strap over her ribs.

“Huh?” Something fell down, so I let go, and turned my hand around to pull it out. A rubber, still warm from being tucked in the side of her dress.

“You better put it on,” she got up on one knee, and pushed the dress down her hips. Shimmied out of it, and kicked it down to the foot well.

“Uh, okay.” I had to look down to watch what I was doing, but. The Cheetah uniform didn’t have one of those open panels between the hips, so you could see their midriffs, like a lot of pro teams” cheerleaders do. The Dallas Cowgirls, I think, they used to, back in the day, but it doesn’t matter.

“Snh!” I could smell her, and she sat down with her foot up, on the dashboard. Kicking her panties off her toes on top of the dress stuffed down in front of the seat.

“Huh!” She reached out, and I hunched when she touched it. “Don;t forget the tip,’ she pinched it out, so the rubber squeaked on the sensitive head, and then she went right down to pop it in her mouth.

“Oh, god. Huh, slow down.” I tried not to mess up her hair. Instead of the double braids, she had it twisted up the back, with little wisps of bangs around her face to frame her eyes, but I stopped when I felt a hair pin. “Uh, I don’t want to blow it.”

“Swop!” She giggled, and put her hand up to her nose, with a snort. “No pun intended.”

“Hah, yeah. Come here.” I picked her up with one arm, and pulled the release with the other, to lean back.

“Huh, cum on?” I rolled my eyes.

“Can you stop with the puns already?”

“Sorry, huh!” She stopped. Sitting down, but not inside her. “Hhuh!” She scooched with it pinned on my pubes, and then she shut her eyes tight. “HhuhHhuh! Uh!” Humping, and grunting, breathing ragged, and rubbing me wet like an up-side down hotdog bun. “Uh uh ahn Ngh!” Her deep grunts getting shorter, and higher pitched. “Ah god, you’re so big, and hard, and.” She got her fingers under it, and her thumb slipped.

“Uhn!” Making me hunch, but she wouldn’t “Stop, slow, dhn!” To late. “NRH! IHNHuhah! Ah fuck, huh. I’m sorry. Fuck, huh!”

“Huh!” She just lay down on top of me, and her soft tits slipped out of my hands, so I felt up under her arms, and held her. Felt her breathing, hot, and loud in my ear. “Huh, ngh.” she gulped. “It was close, but, that’s okay.” She kissed my cheek. “Huh, it’s okay.” She pushed up, rubbing my chest. “Whew!” She shook her head, sweaty, and there was a little fog running down the windshield behind her.

“Come on,” I pulled her hips, and got my fingers under her muscular butt. “Up hear, snh!” I took a deep breath of her unsatisfied sex, before she even got a leg up on the back seat. Then the other one beside the headrest, she felt her crotch, and rubbed it wetly, before i moved her fingers out of the way, and pulled her down to sit on my face.

Dug my tongue down, and wiggled it in, to taste it right from the source, and then worked my way up to flatten out her folds, and feel around for the tiny nugget inside the hood where they meet. “Oh, huh!” She grabbed my head, “There yeah. Right there, oh! Yeah, huh!” She humped my face, in time with my tongue, but once I got it on her clit, I had to hold it exposed so it didn’t slip back in for me to find again.

Not that I’d mind, going back in to dig it back out, but she was so close before I blew it. She was getting closer, and I can tell that it won’t take much longer, but I didn’t want to tease her. leave her unsatisfied to sit through the ballet, and squirm with her panties soaked from horniness.

“Oooh god, snerk!” She snorted, and her abs. “Ngerk!” Her foot slipped off the seat, I think, but I just caught her thigh, and held her up. Even in that awkward position, she’s not that light, and I could get a broken nose to explain once we got to the opera house, but i guess I’d probably have to grin, and explain how I got that injury.

“Huh, fuck, let go, just uh!” Her abs got even tighter, and she doubled over to twist around, and curl up on the back seat. “Uhuhuhuhuh!” Shaking the whole car, and hugging her knees. “Uh, fuck, you suck so good!”

“Huh, thanks!” I pulled the release to sit up, so she’d have room for her legs when she could straighten them out. “Huh, you got any cigarettes?”

“I don’t smoke, and neither should you.”

“I know, I quit. Never really got started, but sometimes.”

“Huh, yeah. You better get out and see if you can bum one to share?”

“Out here?” I finished getting my pants zipped up, but I had to get out to tuck my shirt back in. “Huh!” I unbuttoned my coat, and flapped it to force some cool night air under it. Work the hot air out from. Well, probably the best sex of my life. I don’t know, it’s hard to tell right after, when they always look like the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. Right after you have sex with them, especially the first time, and even though she didn’t take it in.

“Hey, lady uh. Can I buy a cigarette off of you?” I patted my pockets, releived to feel the tickets still inside my jacket.

“No, but.” She tapped one out of her pack. “Thanks for offering. What are you all dressed up for tonight?”

“Oh, I’m taking my girlfriend to the ballet.”

“Huh!” She rolled her eyes, “Too bad.” Looked me up, and down before she started to turn away.

“Uh, you got a light?”

“Uh!” She just held out her slim, for me to take it, and monkeyfuck the lit end. “You want me to smoke it for you too?”

“No, that’s all right.” I ran back to the car, to see she was back up in the front seat, zipping up the side. I knocked, and opened the door. “You can’t smoke in there.” I took my jacket off, and threw it over her shoulders, when she stood up. “Your hair’s wrecked.”

“Huh, yeah.” She held it up, and grinned. So I took it, and had a puff. “But it was totally worth it! We’re already late.”

“Yeah, we better get going.” I ran around to the other side, to get in, and drive off. before somebody called the cops, on the 2 teenagers, boffing right on the side of the road, but at least it wasn’t too busy.

For a Thursday night, Christmas eve. “Huh, it’s already the best night of my life!” She took my hand, and held it in her lap.

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