Everyone is 18+ in this story of young high school love.
Hazel and Dan in the Hazy days of Fall. Book 05
I went with Jean the next day to the bank, opening a checking and a savings account that rolled over to a later-to-be-named 401k. Next, Jean took me to the Pontiac Car dealer for a used 1971 Pontiac GTO. 455/425 HP, Baby Blue. Cragar mags is a Hurst shiftier package with heavy shocks, a Judge package, new paint, and new custom seats.
Jean says. "It's even in her color."
I say. "I know it's my wedding gift to her. I paid a friend to add 'Hazel's Ride' to the trunk with pin strips, I wanted it to be her nickname, but my friend said it was not a good idea, but I knew you guys would get a kick out of it."
We rode home. I stopped for gas; it was not noon, but I called John. He has the tutors lined up but still talks with the school board. Hazel was also being suspended from school and thrown off the cheer squad, but it was unclear if this would hold up or how it would affect her chances at law school.
He would let us know about tutors who were on board. We will start in a few days. Well, the phone rang as I hung up. It was back in the olden days before call waiting. "I need a ride, Mom," Hazel asked.
I say. "I got you back, babe; on my way, I will drive your wedding present, Hazel."
Hazel says. "I love you seems like the more life and assholes want to make life hard, the more I feel your love. Thank you, Baby; let me talk to Mom as you come to get me."
I handed the phone off. I was out the door, only stopping long enough to keep the screen door from slamming. I pull up there is a crowd around something. It's Mae and Scott. Mae is fighting Scott, but Hazel is down on the ground. I see Hazel shout. "No!" As I run over, planning on payback, the hell with the consequences.
I pull Scott off Mae. I have him by the neck, pulling him away from Mae. She's bleeding from a cut lip, and Vice Dick comes out and says something.
Hazel Shouts! "Dan, Please See me please, baby; cool it!"
Mae says. "Asshole, Dan, just this second got here, Scott hit Hazel. I jumped him. I am filing assault charges on him now."
Hearing and looking at you, I dropped Scott going to check on you; turning your back on a rabid badger was not a good idea, but his wrong move was thinking his hand hitting my hard head would help his cause in any way. So instead, I turned to defend myself, thinking of putting myself between Hazel.
I pulled back to strike him for hitting Hazel and Mae. I turned just in time to see Mae kicked him in the nuts so hard that two other guys yelled in pain as he went down. Well, it ended with the Police taking Scott away. Vice Dick tried to get them to take me, but twenty kids telling the officers what happened meant I was good.
I drove us to Simpson's Dinner to give them their photos. I dropped them off at a new place that opened up at the Mall or instead in the parking lot what a strange place for a store. It was called Photohut, one hour film progressing in a tiny stand-alone hut-like building almost the size of a fair size tool shed. We told them we gave the couple theirs, and they put their photo on the mantel of their fireplace. We ate burgers for lunch and had those Cherry Phosphates again. We both preferred shakes over egg creams. Finally, we went home to Jean on the phone with John; the school board ruled suspension rather than expulsion like my case.
Jean says. "If your Scholastic Aptitude Test scores are high enough and you did a General education degree you don't have to return to school."
I told John to call and let us know it's two days a week for classes here and three days at Jeans.
John says. "Ellen wants you two to know. We got your back, Son. That's from both of us. They finished the kitchen; the counters are done in a day to dry, or we are going to Simpsons for burgers tonight."
Both Jean and Hazel jumped, saying Lobster!
We got to the Dinner; they had one table; it would sit six, I asked. "John, If I could have the honor of carrying Ellen, in no way would her chair fit."
John says. "He had hit boys for much less, but you were no longer a boy. So please and Thank you, Dan."
We sat at the bar as we drank our cherry drinks till the table opened, but the owner had an issue. "The chief's wife had a baby. So it was only him in the kitchen, and getting Dinner out would take a long time."
Jean says. "Dan, would you mind giving him a hand? We hungry Sir he yours and he knows his way around the kitchen His cooking is better than mine."
Ellen says. "Mine too!"
Knocking out the orders, I asked questions: " You got five burgers. I started them; how long on the fries, " he told me. I start the burgers; what kind of peppers are listed there? Hot peppers I slide two aside and sprinkle a touch of spices, black peppers, and salt. For the four, I add salt and only light black pepper. Fries were done within twenty minutes the orders went out. Our food was almost ready, but I knocked out six more burgers for the following orders, so they were prepared as I cooked the Lobster.
I spiced the mayo on the poorboy, made two with an extra zing of hot peppers, stuck toothpicks in ours, and started more fries and a few orders of hot onion rings with my choice of spices added the batter, hot but not on fire. It was a big hit. Someone placed an order for three more burgers. The Owner, Mr. Simpson, asked me to help take the food out and thanked me. We ate as a family.
I started to tear up, Hazel says. "Unless this is about last nights sex, were all family here, baby; why are you crying?"
I answered you. "I've never sat with my family to eat at home in over ten years, and at a restaurant not once."
Have you ever felt such love that it makes you squirm in your seat? I did as we walked out that night into our two cars. Everyone there kissed and hugged me on the way out to the car.
Not getting up for school was excellent; we started a morning with a bang or slurp noise, but you get no complaints for me. I swear, waking up dreaming that your dreaming you're getting a blow job from your partner, nope dreams to this date in my life were weak this is ripping my toenails lose from the inside, loss oh, theirs that BANG well two can play that game but turnabout is fair play right?
To call what I did to your perky breast was closer to a hover action till you arched your back and screamed your come from my fingers. So I moved south, plating along the way kisses and bites, tiny nips, and a tongue in your navel that's new for both of us but your blond curls prove your hair color, but your smell hits me as I suck your lower lips like they were candies. I find your clit going three rounds like fighting the boxer Cassius Clay with the tip of my tongue. I lick your juices up. I'm getting hard; you think I had not blown my load like a crazy man minutes ago, but our dance is turning into a song and dance till you grab my head, trying to drown me.
I broke free and yelled. "Call a lifeguard, my god girl, your something else."
We breathed like marathon runners; as the sweat was cooling us, we got up to clean up. I held you up, cleaning and oiling the skin under your brace. Then, we got dressed we went to the main house for coffee and breakfast; it was such a lovely day out.
I asked. "If we could get some sun taking our classes outside."