Chapter Five
Over the next week, Skyler meandered her way through her classes almost on auto-pilot, giving little more attention to the daily social dramas surrounding her high school classmates. None of it remotely held any interest for the auburn-haired beauty anymore, not really.
The one exception was the care she took in noticing the girls around her. Though she'd come to realize that she'd been doing it all along, almost subconsciously, Skyler felt just a touch of guilt in secretively ogling her classmates, that naughtiness of the act making the thought of doing it all that much more erotic and arousing.
And the sights she saw in the school halls and classrooms were nothing compared to the ones she saw after school at cheerleading practice. As one of the upcoming seniors on the squad, Skyler had run for cheer captain and handily won over her competition. That meant she was in charge of the team's remains and ran the auditions for newcomers and incoming freshmen that would take place later in the summer.
The past week's revelations regarding her sexuality had left Skyler with an entirely new appreciation for the lifts she had to perform with smaller teammates. She didn't think that she'd ever been as conscious of her hand placement before, but now she noticed it in intimate detail. Little shocks ran down her arm as she palmed the ass cheek of fellow senior-to-be Amberlyn Hall, lifted high over her head. Amberlyn might have been a tad under five-feet in height, and that was with her shoes on. At her heaviest, the tiny teen might have pushed ninety pounds.
Standing there holding Amberlyn above her head, Skyler suddenly became knowledgeable of the fact that she would simply need to slide her thumb forward to rub against her fellow cheerleader's panty covered pussy. But as delicious as the idea sounded, and as much as the thought of it made Skyler's clit throb, she resisted the urge.
And if that wasn't torturous enough, the time in the locker room and showers afterward were delectably agonizing. All of those variations of tits and different colored nipples and areolas suddenly dominated Skyler's mind. It was everything she could do not to be evident in where her eyes were landing, and by weeks end, she'd actually become quite adept at stealing furtive glances of the tempting treats around her.
But all of the delightedly beautiful sights at school still weren't much of a distraction from what had really occupied Skyler's mind for the past seven days. That honor had gone to the beautiful, mysterious, and eclectic Kaia. Skyler always struggled to keep her mind from drifting to naughty thoughts of the lean black beauty and what it would be like to be held by her. The graphic images that flooded her mind left Skyler's panties feeling perpetually wet.
She walked past Kaia's new home, both on her way to school, and afterward on her way home. But although she could hear noises coming from the house, what sounded like an electric saw and the occasional hammering noise, she never saw Kaia. It had been maddeningly frustrating to Skyler, who felt an empty ache inside her core, an extreme hunger to once again be in the muscular tattooed beauty's presence.
She'd even found herself rooted in place on the sidewalk in front of Kaia's home, staring up at the house's front door. The urge to saunter up those steps and knock was so strong that Skyler could hardly restrain the need.
Though, what held her back was the thought she would have no idea of what to say once Kaia opened her door. Skyler was almost positive that what had passed between them was felt by both parties. But that didn't mean that a woman of Kaia's caliber and worldly experience would be receptive to a relationship with someone as young as her. The thought that Kaia likely saw her as a simple, inexperienced little girl was like a bucket of cold water on Skyler's arousal.
Things had changed with Jacob as well. Skyler had deftly managed to avoid much of the time the two frequently spent together after school by using a variety of excuses. Unfortunately, it was a Friday night, so she could hardly blow him off again and maintain the illusion that they were together. Skyler's mother had already asked a question or two when she didn't see Jacob around much during the week.
The two were supposed to be meeting up with two other couples to watch some new superhero movie the boys were gungho to see, followed by them all sharing some pizza. The typical teen Friday night date that every girl dreams about when she's twelve or thirteen but finds boring and pedantic by the time she's a senior.
Skyler went minimalistic with her makeup, curling her long eyelashes, a little eyeliner to accentuate her green eyes, and the faintest hint of green eye shadow with a yellow accent. To that, she added an almost clear gloss to her naturally pink lips, making them shine.
She made her way downstairs in a pair of black jeans and a rather demure looking white sleeveless top that barely covered her midriff. The jeans hugged her curvy frame perfectly as far as Skyler was concerned, but she knew that her father would likely see them as obscene. As much as he might object, though, he usually reserved his condemnation for more significant matters, even if he had to bite his tongue at times.
Jacob was already in the front room with her parents, the trio chatting away like old friends. He stood when Skyler entered the room, and she greeted him with a chaste kiss on the cheek. The teen could feel her father's eyes on her but was relieved when he said nothing as they left, her mother seeing them out.
The couple piled into Jacob's car, a late model BMW two-door coupe his parents had spoiled him with when he turned eighteen. It was definitely ostentatious, particularly for someone so young, but Skyler could think of worst ways to get around.
The auburn-haired beauty nonchalantly looked at Kaia's house as they passed, no sign of the beautiful creature that had stoked the sapphic fires inside her. Skyler knew that pining away for the beautiful dark lesbian did her no good, but it was an involuntary compulsion, like taking her next breath.
They arrived at the theater to discover the movie they'd come to see wouldn't start again for another hour and a half, so the six teens made their way across the street to their favorite pizza parlor. Skyler struggled to play the part of a doting girlfriend throughout their meal, not that it seemed to make all that much difference to Jacob. He was too caught up engaging with his friends, leaving Skyler no other choice but to take part in the mindless blather and chitchat between the other two girls, Kara and Joleen. Kara would be a junior next year, while Joleen would only be a sophomore. Skyler barely knew either, and after just a few minutes of conversation was reasonably sure she had nothing in common with them.
As uncomfortable as the meal was, the movie itself was even worse. It wasn't the film, which Skyler could hardly recall because she was busy for the first hour fending off Jacob's numerous attempts to fondle and grope her. And his kisses were even worse. It was like he was continually trying to massage her uvula with his long tongue, nearly gagging Skyler at times.
It wasn't until after his fifth attempt to unbutton her tight jeans that Skyler decided that she'd had enough.
"Can you please stop!" Skyler said in a loud and demanding whisper, faint enough not to carry but loud enough to be heard by those around them.
Jacob flinched, looking around at his friends who were staring their way suddenly.
"What is your problem tonight?" Jacob replied, not even trying to disguise the contempt he felt at Skyler's rejection. His voice carried just loud enough to draw an admonishment from others in the theater.
Embarrassed and thankful for the darkness, Skyler grasped Jacob's offending hand and stood, pulling him up and slowly easing out of the aisle and through the theater entrance doors.
"What the fuck, Sky?" Jacob growled as he followed along behind her.
She spun on him when the theater doors had closed behind them, leaving the pair in an empty hallway.
"For one, I've asked you a million times not to call me that," Skyler said, her index finger poking her boyfriend in the chest. "And secondly, apparently your thermostat is broken because you can't seem to read the temperature in the room."
