Copyright © 2024 Literary Ranger
I'm there for you, man
What is the obligation of a drunken promise?
Brian, Teri, Helen, and I have known each other since high school. I started hanging out with Brian during my freshman year in high school when I found out we were both new to the area and both studied martial arts. Brian hadn't found a dojo in town yet, and my dad planned on taking me to a Wing Chun Dojo after I got settled in school. I invited Brian along, and after checking with his parents, arrangements were made. Brian studied Takuwan Do previously, and I had taken two years of Karate Do before we moved, so when we started at the Wing Chun Dojo it was like we were starting all over again. I know this frustrated both of us at first, but I know for me it made the challenge all that much greater. Somehow, we became the school's martial arts nerds, if there can be such a thing. I think jocks made fun of us because they knew it was a sport they could not compete in, and they definitely couldn't beat us up. Some of the teasing did stop one day when Brian asked the Senior Quarterback. Keep in mind we're freshman.
"Hey, Alan, why don't you drop by the dojo someday? Unless you're afraid," were Brian's words. He was in an open stance, ready for a wicked round kick I have seen him win more than one match with. The smile on Alan's face disappeared, he just turns and walks away.
Teri and Helen are popular young women in high school. They are cheerleaders and gymnasts all four years. Brian starts dating Teri during our Senior year of high school after we had all turned 18. They are taking chemistry classes together and just seem to connect.
Teri and Helen are popular young women in high school. They are cheerleaders and gymnasts all four years. They are taking chemistry classes together and just seem to connect. This brings both of us into conflict with a lot of people because of the unwritten rule that cheerleaders date jocks and no one else. Jocks harass us, coaches harass us, and a few teachers spoke with us about dating cheerleaders and the effect it may have on our grades. Why was I drawn into this? I'm better with my words than Brian, and he is my best friend. Soon, we are standing in front of the principal, the vice principal, the head coach of the football team, two teachers who have been harassing us, Teri, Helen, and all our parents. I get tired of the adults talking in circles, jump to my feet, and speak.
"She can date anyone she wants unless you're running a whore house here," I point an accusing hand at the Principal. He looks shocked for a second, but then he gives me a smirk and a nod.
"And you have some nerve thinking that your stupid team is so special that they be allowed breeding privileges with whomever they want because that is what this argument is actually about." I direct at the head coach.
"Samuel!" My mother exclaims. I ignore her.
"What makes you think your players are superior genetic stock anyway? These two teachers have to hand-feed most of them the answers on the tests, and you wouldn't believe how they have to dumb down the lessons so some of them can understand what is being said. Brian, on the other hand, is a highly-ranked martial artist, almost all his classes are AP, and I believe he was in the top ten of the class before certain teachers started fucking with his grades. I'm personally tired of the shit we have gone through in the name of the school's sacred football team." I say sarcastically. "They aren't even that good this year. What are they, 4 and 4 so far?" The coach looks down, embarrassed. "If this doesn't stop, I'm going to get a lawyer and sue the school for creating a hostile learning environment. So, the harassment needs to stop, our grades need fixed, and some people need to understand that there much more to life than stupid ass high school football," I was done. The adults are stunned. I look around at everyone. No one challenges my argument. The principal nods in agreement. A smile now on his face.
The room is silent for a moment. The coach starts to say something a few times but stops when he looks at the Principal.
"All the staff out," the Principal finally says.
Once they are gone, he speaks again.
"Sam, that was an excellent oral argument. Have you ever considered law school?" He asks. The course of my life is set from that moment on.
The Principal explains he has been struggling with the Football Mafia, as he calls it, for some time and really had no grounds to curtail the actions of the coach and teachers. He promises he will investigate our grades as well as those of the football players, and he will be placing a Letter of Reprimand in the records of each teacher involved.
The Principal uses the threat of a lawsuit against the teachers and coaches for the rest of the year to keep them in line and during the rest of our time in high school. He promises each of them that they will receive no support from the school district if a lawsuit is brought against them, as they have already been warned. I was told the School Superintendent spoke with each of the teachers in private. It wasn't pleasant for them. The Teacher's Union also told them they would receive no union support because what they were doing bordered on prostitution, and the Union wanted no part of it. The coaches and teachers were screwed.
My parents were proud of me, although mom kept talking to me about my language.
Life at school went back to normal for the most part, except that I had a new companion. Helen was in the meeting because she was Teri's best friend and was there for emotional support and as a witness to some of the harassment Teri endured. Helen now hung out with me quite a bit. We walked to classes together and ate lunch together as Brian and Teri had different lunch periods.
Helen is the opposite of Teri. She is more reserved. Teri is blonde with blue eyes. Helen has dark black hair that makes her blue eyes really stand out. Helen admits she only tried out for cheerleading because Teri did. Helen enjoys gymnastics much more and is far better at it.
I am in the Dojo one evening, helping teach a class for younger kids. Helen walks in the door. I excuse myself and go to see what she wants. Helen is interested in joining the Dojo because of all the discussions she has heard between Brian and me about martial arts. I get her enrolled and sell her a gi. I advise her on what type of underclothing to wear with it and lastly, I hand her a White Belt. I'm a Blue Belt, a step down from Black Belt. Black Belts are not handed out in our discipline until the student is both mentally and emotionally mature enough to hold the rank. Our Dojo is not profit-driven, and therefore, Belts are earned. There are no juvenile Black Belts.
A week later, Helen is taking her first class. Brian, Teri, Helen, and I continue to hang out, and life at high school is actually enjoyable. We go out on a lot of dates together, but Helen and I are just friends. Brian and Teri hold hands and make out, but Helen and I just hang out, somewhat uncomfortable at times as Brian and Teri's public displays of affection make us question our own relationship.
Spring of our Senior Year, we are all 18, Helen came into the Dojo to work on her Kata, martial arts routines, and to get some individual training. She needs help sparing as she has a really bad flinch that sparing partners are taking advantage of, causing her to lose bouts. Helen and I are in the back training room, sparing when she throws me to the floor, straddles my chest, and kisses me. I'm shocked. Not that I don't like the kiss, it's great. I just don't understand it.
"What was that?" I ask after she breaks the kiss.
"I didn't think that you were ever going to kiss me, so I kissed you," she explains. "Did you like it?" She asks.
"Yes, I liked it," I admit. She kisses me again, and I kiss her back.
"Why are you kissing me?" I ask after we break the kiss.
"Because I really like you, Sam. Not because we hang out all the time or anything, but because you're a great guy," she says, kissing me again.
My brain shifts as Helen's position in my life moves from friend to object of desire.
"We can't get caught making out in here. We'll get in trouble," I say as I try to get her off me.
Helen giggles in a cute way I come to love as she lets me up, and with that, we are a couple.
Soon, we lose our V Card to one another, and I am proud to say I do give her a few orgasms that evening and the next morning. Her parents are pissed I kept her out all night, and she does get grounded for a week.
