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Episode One
"Pomp"
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Hayley had been looking forward to June for months now, even years. Not only was she graduating from high school, but it turned out that the day before graduation (today) was her eighteenth birthday.
As she sat at her desk, trying to will the clock on the wall ahead three minutes, she relished the idea that the completed final in front of her constituted the very final academic act of her high school career. Although she would miss a lot of her friends and some other aspects of her high school years, she excitedly looked forward to the newfound freedoms that a legal adulthood and college life would bring.
When the bell rang at 3:00, Hayley joined her classmates in an excited cheer and had no reservations about following the teachers instructions to just leave her textbooks behind on the desk. After all, she wouldn't be needing them anymore, and had no reason to want them otherwise.
As she entered the hallway, dodging overzealous students elatedly celebrating the bell that signaled freedom, Hayley was immediately flanked by her best friend, Stacy Marie. "Oh my god, bitch! You won't believe what happened!"
"Something exciting, I imagine," replied Hayley, sarcastically. It was obvious that the perky blonde was giddy in anticipation to spread whatever story she was about to tell.
"A rare and entertaining event, girl. You know how every male in this place drools over the French teacher, Miss LaCroix?" Hayley nodded.
"Well, there's about five minutes left to go till the final bell and everyone is sitting around, chit-chatting, waiting for it to ring. And then that Greek god, Jon Sullivan, stands up and starts walking up to her desk. And, of course, everyone looks at him and watches because it's Jon Sullivan. Anyway, he's carrying his book down in front of him, like this," and Stacy demonstrated by placing her notebook flat against the crotch of her plaid skirt. She took this moment of not talking to catch her breath, as she was talking so excitedly. Then she continued.
"He gets up there and starts saying to her, 'Miss LaCroix, I just wanted to tell you how much I've enjoyed your class for the last four years.' And she smiles, and says, 'Well, merci,' or whatever. And then he starts talking about, 'I thought about getting you something to show my appreciation, you know, like, an apple for the teacher or something.' And she, in that accent of hers says, 'Oh that is sweet. But you don't have to give me anything.' And then, he's quiet for a second. Finally he says, 'Well, I just thought that I would much rather give you this --'. He moves the book away and it's his dick, sticking out of his open zipper, hard as a rock, laying there on her desk."
"No," Hayley exclaimed, covering her mouth and giggling. "No way, you're lying."
"I kid you not. Her eyes got real big, and she blushed like she was embarrassed. She tried to look like she was trying to look away or something, but you could tell that she wanted it."
Hayley's eyes and mouth were still wide open in shock. "Well, then what happened?"
"Well, the bell rang. Jon looks at her and says, 'Aww, that's the bell. I guess I'll see you at graduation?' She nodded her head, and he covered himself back up with the book and left. She didn't look anyone in the eye as we left."
When they reached Stacy Marie's car in the parking lot, Hayley threw her bags in the back. Stacy Marie saw Jon Sullivan walking up behind her friend. "Hey," she said in a hushed, whisper-like tone, and nodded a signal for Hayley to look behind her. Hayley turned and stood back up straight just in time for Jon's arrival.
"Hey Hayley. Happy Birthday", he greeted.
"Aww, thanks Jon. You're so sweet," Hayley replied, noticing that in between leaving French class and coming up to her now, Jon had concealed himself properly, and she had to admit to herself that she was a little disappointed.
"Hey, Jon," came Stacy Marie's voice from the other side of the car.
Jon threw a look over at her. "Stacy Marie, hey. Looking good, doll."
Stacy smiled and threw her head down to look at the ground, she was blushing. And even though Hayley knew this was just a normal greeting of Jon's with no more subtext behind it than "A is for Apple," she couldn't help but feel a bit jealous of Stacy for having received the compliment.
Jon turned back to Hayley, "So any birthday plans for the night?"
"Well, the family thing, I guess. My brother and sister are coming in tonight for dinner and stuff. I think me and Stacy might go out for a little after that, but I don't know."
Jon nodded his head in approval. "You're coming to my party tomorrow night though, right?"
"I think we had planned on it, didn't we Stacy?" Hayley replied, diverting attention back over to her friend.
"It's always a possibility," Stacy Marie answered, flirtfully playing as to their intentions.
Jon shook his head. "No, no ladies," he began as he started backing away from the two and their car. "It's the only possibility. Hayley, I expect you to be there." Hayley smiled at his demand. "And Stacy Marie," he continued. "I expect tight little ass to be standing beside her." Stacy Marie said nothing, only giving him a flirty little goodbye wave. This time around, Hayley wasn't really jealous of Jon's comment, a second time, about Stacy's body because she realized that she was the object of the invitation. To Jon, it seemed, Stacy Marie was just Hayley's "+1".
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Jack awoke, rubbing his eyes as he groggily took in his surroundings. No matter where he might be, even here in his apartment, the first few seconds of consciousness were occupied with trying to discern where he was at. Being all over the place, traveling for gigs, and back to school for classes and such had made it so that any given time he would awaken he could have been anywhere. But this was his apartment, his bed. It was his bathroom that the sound of running water was coming out of.
When he sat up in his bed and saw the two sets of clothes on the floor alongside the beep blue comforter, he remembered that Jordan had spent the night. Jack threw the thin black sheet off and turned, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. He was naked. Jordan definitely spent the night. He slid on a pair of boxers and headed for the bathroom.
Jack could see Jordan's face in the mirror looking back at him as he entered, and was a little confused at the smile she cracked until he looked down and noticed his boxers were tenting out against the strain of morning wood. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead," she teased.
Jack figured that she was just getting ready to get a bath and stuff because the water he heard running now filled the white claw-foot porcelain bathtub, and the only thing she was wearing was her little thin, pink and white lingerie top. And it was only half on, her left breast hanging out as the loose top dipped below her ample mound.
He walked up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her neck. Jordan leaned her head to the side to allow him better access and moaned her approval of the kiss. Jack reached his free hand down and pulled his hard cock out through the slit in the front. Helping to guide its aim, Jack pushed his hips closer forward into Jordan. The motion served to slide his hardness straight through Jordan's legs, slightly brushing it against the lips of her bare snatch. Jack brought that free hand up and cupped the exposed breast, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Oh," Jordan moaned, "we can't do this. I have to get a bath. You have to get ready to go."
Jack continued his seductive touching, moving his hips in and out a little, sliding his cock against her increasingly wet lips. "We've got plenty of time," he tried to argue.
