Author's Note: I apologize for the long delay. I'd like to thank the readers who urged the story to continue. A special thanks goes out to Pokey for helping me complete it.
This story has a slow build up over many chapters. Please read previous chapters in order to follow the plot.
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Jason's dad talked to his mom about the arguments they have been having. He suggested a compromise. His mom would accept the friends he had now if Jason promised to try to meet other people as well. They were hopeful that he would start hanging out with "the right crowd". Jason told them he hit it off with the florist's daughter and he was going to see her after school again. Not entirely a lie, but more of a half truth.
He did indeed visit Kelly after school. Kylie had given him another ride on her motorcycle. Turned out, she worked at an auto body shop downtown after school four days a week. She said her coworkers were great and she was able to keep her Ducati in pristine condition. The ride to the florist was no less bumpy as the day before and Jason was already forming a fantasy in his mind for masturbating to later that evening.
Kelly wore the same green apron over a yellow sun dress. The material of the dress was thin and sheer. Although she wore a white t-shirt under the dress to cover her breasts, Jason was trying to figure out if he could actually see a pair of pink panties through the material around her curvaceous ass. Her curly red hair was in a loose ponytail and her two different colored eyes sparkled in the soft light.
"Afternoon, stud," she said, looking up from her magazine.
"Uh...hey. I got the rest of the money today." He handed her a twenty.
"You only owe me $17," she pointed out.
"I don't have any change."
"Well go pick out a flower."
Jason wandered around the quaint store for several minutes. Eventually he picked out a white carnation and handed Kelly the bill. In a bold move, he leaned forward and placed the flower behind her ear. He barely even knew why he had done it. Almost immediately he pulled his hand back, blushing slightly. Kelly stood smiling at him with sparkling pink lips.
"That's sweet, but I think I'm too old for you."
"Really?"
"Twenty-one."
"Oh." Kelly made a move to remove the flower, but Jason just gestured for her to keep it. She smiled again. He walked slowly for the exit. Turning, he called, "See you around."
"See you later, stud," she replied.
The bell from the door tinkled behind him as it swung shut.
What the hell was that?
he thought. Kelly was an attractive girl. When Jason's thoughts weren't of Kylie's taut form they were filled with images of Kelly's heart-shaped ass. He glanced back to look at her through the window of the door. She was busying herself with a bouquet of some sort of bright orange flower. Looking closely Jason confirmed that he could indeed see the pinkness of her panties through the dress. Without warning Kelly had knocked the spool gold ribbon she was using for the bouquet and several flowers on the floor. As she bent over to gather the items, the hem of her sun dress rode up her thighs and gave Jason a now unobstructed view of the panties he had been admiring.
Jason's mouth hung open as his breath shallowed. From the way Kelly stood he could make out the puffy outer lips of her pussy encased in pink cotton. He could feel the blood from his head rush to fill his cock as it swelled in his pants. His heart was beating in his temples. He knew he was a pervert for watching but he could not look away from the sight before him. Kelly was shifting her weight around in order to reach everything that had fallen on the floor inadvertently making her ass sway back and forth for the testosterone filled teen.
The spool of ribbon had rolled under the counter so she had to get down on her hands and knees to retrieve it. Jason watched the yellow hemline rise even higher. He let out a quiet moan and tried readjusting his pants to ease the discomfort his hardened cock was causing him. He thought about what it would be like to be kneeling behind her and thrusting into her sopping pussy. He wanted to caress her luscious ass with his hands and then cup both her breasts as he fucked her from behind. His cock twitched at the thought of juices running down her legs when she came, her pussy squeezing and pulsing around his cock. "Fuuuck," he groaned.
Kelly stood up with her arms full of ribbon and flowers. She looked at Jason curiously, wondering what he was still doing standing outside of the shop. Glancing down she saw the impressive bulge in the crotch of his pants. She smiled and winked at him. Jason's face turned crimson and he hurried away embarrassed.
The next couple weeks after seemed to all meld together for Jason. The group had fallen into a certain rhythm. Bryan, now Jason's best friend, and Kristi continued to flirted with each other. Kristi's twin, Andre, didn't appear to warm up any more than he had the first day he and Jason met. Bianca's tops seemed to be getting lower cut every day while her skirts seemed to be getting shorter. Her insistence of sitting next to Jason every day with either one of her large breasts or firm thighs pressed up against him made him squirm. Chris was still as eager as ever. Danny and Rob, although friendly, still saw Jason as a threat in their competition for Kylie's affection.
Ah Kylie... Jason was infatuated and he knew it. Never in his life had he met a girl so cool. There was no other way to describe her. Jason lived for the way her hips swayed as she walked. He breathed for the fullness of her lips. And there was something mysterious about her. Some aloofness that made him want more. She had begun to help Jason in 3D Art. Often he'd use a pottery wheel near her workbench. As Jason tried to shape his blob-like lump of clay into a masterpiece, Kylie's skillful fingers worked effortlessly at her piece. From what he could see, the figure appeared to be a man sitting on a high stool bending over an acoustic guitar. He remained faceless so far, but Jason felt like hear the music coming from the piece.
"You're doing that wrong."
Jason snapped out of his reverie. "Huh?"
"If you're trying to center the clay, you need to be firmer. Right now you're only really making it worse." Jason poked at his amorphous blob gingerly with his finger. "Here let me show you."
Kylie placed her delicate hands on his clay and slowly began to shape his clay. She smoothed and pushed it until it had formed a small dome-like shape. "Now if you want to sink the well for a pot, you should do it with very gentle movements. Every imperfection will show. Your turn." Jason tried to mimic the movements Kylie had performed on his piece but the sullen piece of clay began to spin erratically. Kylie stepped behind him while he sat and placed her hands over his. With her hands guiding, the clay seemed to flow effortlessly. Their combined effort managed to form the clay into a crude bowl shape.
It was at this moment that Jason realized that Kylie's breasts were pressed up against his back. Her chest rose and fell with every breath. He could feel heat creep across his face as he flushed with embarrassment. His cock swelled, making his jeans uncomfortably tight.
"You think you're okay now?" Kylie asked.
"Uh...yeah. Thanks a lot." After she left, Jason rose from his stool to go wash his hands. The class was far from over but Jason hoped the cold water from the sink would transfer to the rest of his body. He wiped his hands dry and then settled back at his wheel facing away from Kylie. Need to concentrate. The last minutes of class ticked by dully. At the end of the day, the bell rang and Jason threw his lumpy pot back into the clay supply bin. It was then that he realized he had left his much needed bus money at home. He wondered if he could convince Kylie to give him another ride. Looking around the workroom, he saw dark hair with red streaks disappear out the door. He jumped nimbly over the wheels and ran out the door.
Jason managed to catch up with her just as she was putting on her helmet.
