Disclaimer: This was the first co-writer story I have ever done. It is also the first LGBT story I have ever done.
By pars001 and Fantasysflirt
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As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out into the hall. I had to get out of that room! As always, Debate class had pissed me off. Great, just finished third period and I am already feeling the effects of a bad day. Then some wackjob smacked my arm; turning around I nearly clogged my bestie! Susie had been telling me about some little hottie. As if I cared about some new boy she had the hots for! Susie just shook her head and said, "just wait 'till sixth period, Bex. You'll see!"
The next few periods blended together; English – another boring lesson about some dumb dead elite Literature author, Math – ahhh Pre – Cal! (what, I love numbers! And there's always an answer with math!)
Finally, the best part of the day. Lunch. Stopping at the vending machine, I grab a sub and an OJ jug. Vitamins, minerals, and a few calories mean everything to girl that doesn't eat much food.
I find our table with a few of my closest friends, Susie, Justine and Justin (the twins), Sammie, and Nickie. Justin only sits with us because Nickie and him are going together, she's in love and he's in lust. I hate teenagers, they are so dumb at times. Yeah, I know, I should talk I am barely eighteen as it is. But I had to grow up fast as the oldest sibling with just Mama to raise us and support three kids. Pops ran off when I was six, and he sends a check every three to four months.
Susie smacks me again, I've been daydreaming a lot lately and meaningless chatter annoys me when Debate class was horrible. She's still going on and on about this hot boy she's in lust with. From the look on Sammie's face, I guess this is the hottest new topic and new crush in town.
Nickie chimes in something about going out back before the bell rings. Nickie and the twins like to split a Newport or two before sixth period. Downing the rest of my OJ, I stand up with the gang. I skip out of the hot boy chatter and second-hand smoke by way of the little girl's room. I have to check my eyes and lip liner after lunch. A little touch up on liners and I am ready for the rest of this hellish day.
Just as the warning bell rings, I walk into my only joy of the day. Music class, well band class. I play the bass drum. Percussion has always been in my blood, so when I heard the band needed a bass drummer, I signed up for my final elective – Band class. Plus, it gives me my final credit for music and arts. It's a win-win for the school and myself.
Well it was almost a win-win. I had to put up with more lusting boys that made up part of the class. Then again, since I had no real interest in them they were more of an annoyance than anything else. I had found at an early age to put up with them but no further.
Walking in, I could feel my excitement start to climb as I took my place with the others. True the rest of the other drummers were male thankfully, and they were as focused as I was on the music.
I turned toward the front of the class as she walked in. I felt myself almost melt as my eyes followed her across the room. She had a grace that put all others to shame as she strode to the podium. I quickly snapped my mouth shut as I realized I had been staring intensely. Damn it! I had to get a hold on this or I was going to have a serious accident.
Shaking my head I felt my memories drift back to the day pops left. I had loved my Mother and Father perhaps more than normal. Then came the day that pops just up and left all of us to fend for ourselves. My mother, me, my sister and the youngest, our brother. Sighing, I didn't see how Mother put up with him there especially after the hell pops left us with.
Ben was a child, so I really couldn't hold all that much against him. Then again, he was a male and there really was no love there for him. Well not at first. Mother had explained that even though he was a male he wasn't father. Also, that all us females could teach him how to be a proper male. This made things far easier though there was no love 'till later.
Ben was amazing. He was loving me no matter how rotten I was to him. I realized that I was judging all males because of pops. Thanks to Ben I no longer hated all males, then again, I didn't love any either except for Ben.
I hadn't even realized that I adored females 'til last summer when I visited pops. I might not like him, but he was still my father. He gave me a place to stay and you might say my first taste of romance when I met his new girlfriend. Came to find out she wasn't straight rather bi-sexual, taking an instant liking to me and my developing body.
I remember catching her coming out of the shower naked one night. I could only stare at her delicious body. My god she was a goddess! The gentle curve of her hips. The generous swell of her breasts topped with huge, hard nipples in the air. I felt my mouth water as I did my vagina all down my leg! I stood there frozen as she looked straight at me slowly, torturously drying her body. My eyes following her hands as she dried each part of herself with long slow swipes.
Father it seemed was gone most of the day, so she came to me, gently kissing me. I felt a passion well up in me as I grabbed her head and pulled her to me, deepening the kiss. We spent the rest of the day exploring each other as she explained and showed everything to me. I had never felt as loved as I did that day.
Sadly, I had to leave a few days later with only a few brief encounters between us. I promised to write her as she did me, but I knew that it was over, though, as I also knew she had a bigger thing for pops than she did for me. It was a hard lesson that I learned well, hardening my heart for a few days. Then I was home with my bestie coming over not even an hour after I was there.
Susie knocked at the door, startling me, as I walked to it and let her in. Then I looked at her, REALLY looked at her. The soft swell of her young breasts, the way her hips had started to flare, and the long red hair down her back. Despite my best intentions I felt my heart melt as I stared at her, feeling myself grow wet as I watched her walk in. Damn, when had she gotten this sexy?
My mind drifted back to class as the symbols crashed below us. Susie was in her French horn section looking my way with great envy in her green eyes. Her red hair making her stand out from the rest of us. Then I followed her eyes as she seemed to be staring a male. Looking, I saw that she was staring at the new student that was standing next to me.
Huh, I thought, so this was what she was all up in arms about. Not really all that much to look at. Not like the eye candy of Ms. Sanderson, the new Music/Band teacher. Damn it, one look at her and I was melting again. Her slender thighs, 32C breasts, her luscious, ruby red lips totally kissable as far as I was concerned.
It was rumored that she wasn't fond of males in any way, shape, or form. Something about her being assaulted when she was younger I wasn't sure. The only thing I knew was that when I looked at her I became immediately wet, a hell of a lot more than I ever had before. I so desperately wanted to wrap my hands around her blonde tresses, kissing my way so slowly down her naked body. I wanted to praise each and every inch of her naked flesh as I made all of her body mine.
It was also rumored that she had no one in her life at the moment. Did I dare go for her? I was almost desperate to touch and hold her, a feeling that was growing stronger each day. Shaking my head, I decided I had to have her or die trying in the process. I knew that if she rejected me I would die. I had never felt what I was feeling for her nor did I know if I ever would again.
Yes, I thought, I'd start after class, I wasn't expected to be home all that early. If things did work out it would be time more than well spent. Nodding my head, I thought time VERY well spent.
Lethargically, I went through the rest of the class thinking the whole time how I could get something to happen. Thankfully, fate stepped in as I missed the tempo several times while we were playing. The rap of Ms. Sanderson's wooden baton quickly drew my attention.
"Rebecca Blake!" I heard her shout. "Are you with us or is your mind somewhere else? Perhaps with someone else? You've missed the tempo three times in the last stanza. You are our best percussionist, if you can't get it right what hope is there for the rest of the band? Please stay after class, so we can discuss this and make efforts to make sure it doesn't happen again."
I heard a few oh's and ah's from several in various sections. I did my best to hide the wide smile that was threatening to cover my face. "Yes Ms. Sanderson," I responded a moment later. Damn sometimes life just throws everything your way doesn't it? "I will do my best to keep up Ma'am."
I also saw her head whip around to stare at me with narrowed eyes. I guess she was studying me to see if I was telling the truth. Then I saw what appeared to be a look of recognition flash in her eyes and then it was gone. I also thought I saw a small, thin smile cross her lips that was gone in an instant.
Damn I thought, had she seen through my ruse? I guess I'd find out later after class. It took all I had to make it through the rest of the class.
Finally, mercifully the class and the day ended. Susie walked up to me before she left wishing me luck then quickly escaped the room afraid she would be kept after also. Swallowing hard I stayed in my section watching the rest of the class as they made their way through the door. Every now and then I'd see one or two mouthing sorry as they left. I smiled inside it was great that they were worried about me. Then again how shocked would they be if they knew that I wanted this?
Again swallowing hard I made my way down toward the front of the room. Stopping in the front of Ms. Sanderson's desk I awaited the tirade that I thought was about to start.
Finished erasing the board, she turned seeing me standing there, nervously dancing from foot to foot. Sitting down, she indicated the seat beside the desk for me to sit in. "Ms. Rebecca," she started then stopped when she saw me wrinkle my nose at my actual first name. "Hmmm I see is there something else you prefer to be called?"
A wide though nervous smile lit up my face almost seeming to cause her to relax as I stated, "Yes Ma'am, Ms. Sanderson, I much prefer Bex to anything else." With that I saw that she really relaxed as she uncrossed her legs. This gave me a brief glimpse of her purple panties which seemed to be stretched tight across her sex. Then I sighed disappointedly, almost audibly, as she re-crossed them.
