**All participants of any sexual activity are 18 years or age or older.**
When I got to school on Monday the rumor mill was running about Felicia braking up with Mitchell. They were viewed as some kind of power couple since Felicia was getting scholarship offers for a full ride to play volleyball and softball. Mitchell was getting scouted by a couple universities but they weren't big named colleges but all the same the hype was real. It was surprising but I didn't let it stop me from my plans.
Mrs. Stevenson was surprised I was dropping Felicia since I didn't give a reason outside of difference of opinion. She didn't fight me but smiled as she said she would take care of it but I could see a saddened look cross her face. Mrs. Stevenson wasn't a teacher but the program coordinator for the tutoring program as well as managing a few of the academic teams the school had. She is a beautiful dirty blonde. Her hair is straight and fine which she always had pulled into a ponytail high on the back of her head. She always wore business suits in Earth tones with either slacks or long business dresses that hugged her beautiful round ass. Her jackets usually held her midsection tightly which highlighted her narrowed hips and held her, what looked like C-cups, tits respectfully without looking like she was going to pop a button.
After leaving Mrs. Stevenson's office I didn't see Felicia that day, I avoided areas where I usually, if at all, would run into her like the cafeteria during lunch. If we were in eye sight of each other I didn't see her but all I heard that day was about her breaking up with Mitchell. I did see Mitchell a couple times and even though he didn't look like his normal confident high school stud self he was still surrounded by his buddies and other girls willing to fill the empty spot on his side. I wasn't worried about his condition more so than if he knew why and if I needed to be alert.
I was with Melissa Tate in the school library after school, she was definitely in the top five for hottest girls in school. She was the captain of the cheer team and competed in gymnastics with an organization outside of school. She was being recruited for her gymnastics but her grades needed to be a little better in math and she wanted to have a better grasp of things overall before college. She was a petite but curvaceous young woman. She may have been smaller but there was no doubt she was a stunning, fit young woman. She kept her red hair shoulder length but it was always pulled up into a tight little knot on the top of the back of her head. Her green eyes were focused but captivating. Her beautiful rounded face and button nose completed her beauty. She was shorter than average but very fit from cheer and gymnastics training. Her tits were not huge, a large A or mall B-cup, but looked magnificent on her body. Her waist narrowed slightly enough to keep her from having that straight bodied look. Her hips flared slightly but her ass was a piece of art in all it's form and was ultimately complimented by her muscular legs. She was wearing a tight fit v-neck t-shirt that clung to her body and a pair of jeans that looked spray painted on her body.
We were seated at the counter along the back wall. The library wasn't busy but she didn't like to be seen being tutored. She admitted she didn't have a problem being seen with me but she felt embarrassed by the fact she needed help with her studies.
"You tutor Felicia Harris, right?" Melissa asked out of nowhere.
"I used to," I answered as if I had no interest.
"I was just curious, she broke up with Mitchell Kline," Melissa stated as she must have rethought asking whatever was on her mind.
"I've heard," it was kind of hard not to know that as it was all over the school.
"You don't seem to care too much about anything," Melissa stated with a curious look.
"I care about a lot but I don't see how my lack of interest in some random couple breaking up means I don't care about anything." I countered as I looked into her eyes.
"Random?" Felicia's voice came from behind Melissa and I. She was not happy looking, her amber eyes were on fire, her long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing her cobalt and gold volleyball team shirt that clung to her body and black leggings that was nothing more than a second skin. She looked irritated standing there with her arms crossed over her chest, her hips cocked to one side and looking at me like I forgot something important and she busted me.
"Felicia!" Melissa was surprised with a wide eyed look. "How long have you been there?"
"You dropped me?" Felicia didn't acknowledge Melissa as her fierce eyes were glued to mine, her tone meant business.
"Uh..." Melissa was looking back and forth between Felicia and I.
"I thought we took care of everything?" I answered her, not wanting to give away our secret.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Felicia wasn't shouting but her voice was loud and clear. She stalks the rest of the way to me and shoves me with her hands to my chest, almost knocking me off my stool. "We haven't even talked since..." Felicia finally looked around, taking note of all the eyes on us including Melissa who was frozen in her seat before returning her gaze to mine, "Friday!"
"You said you couldn't do this," I returned with my confidence after my initial surprise.
"When?" She looked unsure of what I was talking about.
"When you were getting out of my car," I informed her.
"I wasn't talking to you," Felicia took a step back and her face softened as if she realized why I did what I did. "I was thinking to myself, guess I spoke my mind, but I meant if I wanted you I had to break it off with Mitchell first. I was tired of him as it was...he just wasn't what I thought he was, even before Friday happened."
"What happened Friday?" Melissa interjected but looked like she quickly regretted saying anything as Felicia and I both looked at her.
It wasn't until then that I realized we were in the school library with students scattered across the facility. Even the librarian was just standing at the counter, frozen, watching the drama unfolding with the team captain of the volleyball team and most popular girl in school and some random nobody.
"Nothing," I said instinctively.
"Nothing?" Felicia said defensively.
"What?" I didn't know what she wanted me to say and I think she could tell by my confused expression.
"You're not dropping me!" Felicia stated with a matter of fact attitude.
"Great," I retorted, just wishing I knew what she wanted. "you can talk with Mrs. Stevenson, she might still be in her office."
"Thanks," Felicia said, and then shocked even me, stepped in, pulling me with both of her arms around my neck and kissing me passionately. My hands moved on their own and reach for her firm, round bottom. When my hands grasp her ass Felicia lifts her legs, I gripped her to my body to support her, she wrapped me entirely in her embrace. Our lips explored each other's mouths with a carnal lust as she ground her womanhood into the hardened bulge at the front of my pants while my hands gripped into her fleshy bottom.
"I'm not done with you yet!" Felicia breathlessly spoke before releasing my body from hers and happily strolled out of the library, waving as if all was right in the world to the speechless librarian.
When I sat down I noticed everyone looking at me now that Felicia was gone. I'm sure everyone was watching her before she practically skipped out of here like a happy little schoolgirl. Melissa had a look on her face that was equal shock and curiosity. My attention went back to my textbook that was still opened on the table.
"You two fucked!" Melissa's voice was a little to loud but again I think anyone looking at me right now had the same exact thought.
"We're not here to talk about rumors," I said matter of fact but really didn't want to have this conversation.
"We've always known Felicia wasn't going to fuck Mitchell," Melissa let out as if it were a known fact.
"So we left off on..." I wasn't able to finish or redirect Melissa from the topic she wanted to talk about.
"So it's official?" Melissa asked with an obvious more important question on her mind.
"page 42," I said, finishing what I was previously trying to say.
"Come on Toby!" Melissa was all over me about Felicia. "You can't not tell me something, I know we're not friends and all but come on she just came in here, obviously hot for you, and now you're going to just act as if nothing happened?"
"Because I was assigned to tutor you and not discuss my personal affairs." I looked at her and saw a woman hungry with curiosity.
"Just like you were tutoring Felicia?" Melissa leaned over and put her hand on my thigh. "Did you give Felicia...extra credit?"
"Jeezus," I laughed. "I thought you and Felicia were friends, why don't you just ask her?"
"Because she's been acting weird all weekend and now she's all over you like...like you're a fucking sex god!" Melissa's voice got louder in her excited state, she leans over with her hand finding real estate on my thigh, getting really quiet and provocative. "Maybe I could get a little...extra credit?"
"What?" I was taken back by Melissa's forwardness as her hand caressed my leg but stopped when she felt my semi hard dick against her fingertips.
"Holy shit!" Melissa's eyes widened and her hand moved to take hold of the shaft of my growing cock. "You're..."
"What are you doing?" I questioned, pushing her hand away from my dick and looking around to see if anyone was looking at us.
"You're a shy one," Melissa remarked as her eyes examined me.
"I'm not shy but I don't think this is the place to be doing that," I explained while looking around to make sure nobody was looking.
