Chapter 1 - A Chance After-School Encounter (Kate
Chapter 1 – A Chance After-School Encounter
(m-solo, voy, mast, slow, inc)
Continued from Dean and Kate: A B*****’s and S*****’s Story
I had really grown to love Thursdays, and especially Thursday afternoons. My grade 7 math class always had a quiz on Thursday and you were allowed to leave as soon as you were finished. I was a bit of a math whizk** having a natural acumen for numbers, so, I usually found myself leaving school about 30 minutes before the end of period.
Today was no exception, I had spent my lunch break in one end of the gym pretending to work on my foul shots and lay-ups, but in reality taking every opportunity I could to watch the girls’ senior and junior volleyball teams practice, all the while struggling to not let my inevitable hard-on tent out my shorts. Ever since I had begun to masturbate the previous summer it didn’t take much more than a strong breeze to send blood rushing to my cock. So, the Thursday noon ritual found me sporting a throbbing stiffy hopefully concealed from casual observers by my baggy basketball shorts.
The rest of my typical Thursday was a quick shower, then a couple of my favourite classes, science and geography, followed by the math quiz. Today was no exception, science class was great. We were just starting the course unit on chemistry and we would actually get to use the chemistry lab for a couple of simple experiments before we finished this unit and the teacher paired us up with lab partners so we could be organized when time came to actually work in the lab. I really lucked out, my assigned lab partner was Beth, she was almost two years older than most of the other Grade 7 students as she had ended up missing a lot of school one year when her Dad was moving around a lot looking for a job and Beth ended up needing to repeat the year. So, this meant that Beth’s 14 year-old body had begun to develop toward womanhood, she sported the best tits of any girl in the class and she started to show the type of curves around the rest of her body that I had been admiring on the volleyball players. The teacher had paired Beth with me because, although Beth was an excellent student, working hard, completing all her assignments, her strongest subjects were English and History where her papers regularly topped the class, while her math and science scores were only average. I was the exact opposite, so, the teacher felt pairing us would benefit both of us with our skills complementing each other. When the teacher announced that Beth would be my lab partner I didn’t give a thought to our skills, I just thought “Wow… I’m going to be working side-by-side with Beth. The lab space isn’t very big. I wonder if I’ll be able to ‘accidentally’ bump into her?”. Damn, my hard-on was back and two periods to go before I could do anything about it.
Geography class wasn’t anything special, we were doing a general unit on major North American geographical features and I couldn’t stop thinking that the picture in the text of a Alberta foothills included two hills that looked just like a pair of tits. This made my mind wander back to Beth and her nicely developing tits; and, this in turn brought back my now raging boner. I waited until I thought no one would notice and I reached down and made some quick adjustments to get a little more comfortable. I took the opportunity to stroke my stiff shaft through the material of my trousers, thinking to myself, “Almost time for math class, then out-of-here.”
Math class had the usual Thursday quiz and I bore down and focused and was finished and had re-checked my answers in just under 15 minutes. I walked up to the front of the class, quiz in-hand, and raging hard-on annoyingly trying to escape my underwear, but fortunately not succeeding.
A quick stop at my locker, and I would be on my way home; on my way home to an empty house; on my way home to finally take care of my almost perpetual hard-on. I had to resist the temptation to run down the hallway and out the door --- couldn’t handle getting detention for running in the halls, not when I was this close.
Just 3 more blocks, then a shortcut through the park and I will be at our back door. Then… relief.
As I walked, my mind reviewed the sights from the day fuelling my fantasies anticipating my impending relief: the girls’ volleyball teams, their butts with shorts drawn tight over them when they dove to save shots and their tits press forward against their school t-shirts when they jumped and stretched skyward to spike or block shots at the net. My cock was ready to explode, my balls ached for relief. My mind moved on to Beth and the best news of the day, she was my new science lab partner. My fantasies progressed to managing to rub against her in lab, ‘Damn, I wish we lived closer to the school.’
Home at last. My key slips into the lock on our back door and as I open the door the cat rushes out through my legs and across the backyard and straight up a tree in the park behind our house. There must be a squirrel or chipmunk I can’t see. My cock throbs, ending my distraction with the cat. I will get the cat back later, or Kate can let her in when she gets home.
I drop my books on the kitchen table and rush off toward my room, stopping in the bathroom to grab a handful of Kleenex. I turn to leave the bathroom and head to my room, when I decide today’s events were significant enough that I turn back fill my other hand with another wad of Kleenex. It was going to be a memorable afternoon.
I get to my room and the sunlight is pouring in through the corner window, I quickly draw the d****s and the room now is not dark, but not the almost blinding brightness that had greeted me when I entered it. I didn’t bother closing my door, Kate didn’t get home until almost 5pm on Thursday, as she stayed after class for track and field practice; and Mom didn’t get home from her Thursday volunteer work at the local Seniors’ Centre until almost 30 minutes later. So, I had the house to myself for almost 2 hours. Lots of time. I didn’t need to rush, although my hard-on had a different opinion on that.
I look at the piles of Kleenex I had dropped on the bed and begin to consider whether I had taken enough. Oh well, I could always grab more later. I took off my trousers and tossed them over the back of my chair and my socks, shirt, and undershirt followed in quick order. I reached rubbed my stiff cock through the soft cotton of my briefs, then I dropped them to the floor and with a flick of my foot sent them sailing across the room landing on the seat of my chair.
I stood by my bed, naked, my stiff cock pointing proudly straight up in the air. It was a little bigger now than when I had first started getting ‘wood’, it was about 6’ long when hard and a few veins could be seen along the shaft and the sensitive circumcised head always reminded of one of those mushrooms we sometimes had with Sunday dinner. I knew that I wouldn’t need much stimulation to relieve the pressure in my balls, there was already a little drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip of my cock.
I quickly arranged 3 or 4 layers of the Kleenex on top of my bedspread and laid down with my cockhead in the middle of this soft pile. Slipping my arms down, I placed a hand on either side of my cock and balls, my palms against my thighs and I began to pump my cock against the Kleenex, my mind thinking of Beth and the girls’ volleyball teams. Those tits, those asses… all bringing my aching balls close to relief. I feel my ballsack contract; it’s going to be a big one; I quickly lift to make sure my cockhead is still centred on the Kleenex. Two more thrusts and my cock explodes, semen shooting from my cock and into the waiting wad of Kleenex. I keep pumping, I think this is the most I have ever cum. My feeling of urgency eases and my cock is not quite so rigid, but as I have learned, it really doesn’t get soft again until after I have reached relief two or three times. I squeeze out the cum that is still in my shaft watching the drops from my cockhead join the large puddle trying to soak through the Kleenex on my bed. I wad up the Kleenex and wipe the end of my cock and bury it toward the bottom of the wastebasket in my room.
I absent-mindedly stroked my cock, thinking of Beth, sitting down on the edge of the bed. My cock is fully erect again and I close my eyes and begin to more sincerely work my hand up and down my cock; imagining what it would be like to accidentally brush my hand over her breast, or perhaps accidentally press my cock against her ass while reaching for some piece of lab equipment. How would her breasts feel, would they be soft like my ballsack or would they be firm like my stiff shaft? I tried to imagine her naked, what would her nipples be like – I hoped they would be round and thick like the eraser on my pencils. I tried to remember some I had seen in a magazine one of the Senior boys had had in the locker room one day.
My hand was slipping up and down my cock more quickly now, my breathing was heavier, I wanted to cum again, my balls were starting to ache and pre-cum was being spread around the swollen head of my cock by my rapidly pumping hand. I tried to imagine it was Beth’s hand squeezing my cock and rubbing over its sensitive head. That’s it, ‘Stroke my cock, Beth. Harder. Faster. Stroke it faster, Beth! Make me cum all over your hand.’ I pumped my hand up and down my cock and moaned as I neared my second orgasm. Then I was over the edge, cum spurted from my cock and shot up onto my chest and my stomach. One stream… then another… and yet another. My hand was slick with my own cum and I kept pumping my cock squeezing the last of my cum from the shaft and onto my stomach. My eyes tightly closed, I enjoyed the moment as shivers ran up my spine and I clenched and relaxed the muscles in my butt while slowly continuing to stroke my cock. My breathing slowed and finally was returning to normal. I thought I heard something, but it must be the cat, it was only 4 o’clock and Kate wouldn’t be home until 5 at the earliest.
Then I remembered. The cat had run out when I had opened the door. Panic !!!!
I clenched my eyes more tightly closed and tried to slow my breathing so I could listen more intently, thinking to myself ‘Is someone downstairs? I’ll have to get cleaned up.’ But, my cock was still stiff and I had hoped to finish myself off a third time before people got home.
As I listened I slowly stroked my cock. Nothing, it must have been my imagination. Good. Time for one more good fantasy before Kate gets home. There it was again. I listened intently, keeping my eyes closed and my hand stroking my now stiff cock slowly. It was faint, but I was sure I could hear breathing. ‘Shit. I’ve been caught’, flashed through my mind. Mom sometimes finished her volunteer work early, but I hadn’t heard the garage door open and she would always call out, almost singing our names as she came through the door.
Not having yet decided what I was going to say to Mom, I decided to keep my eyes closed a little and keep up the ruse of pretending she wasn’t there, keeping a hand on my cock. I actually found that despite my heart racing with fear that I had been caught, my cock was responding by getting even harder as the prospect that I was being watched, even if by my Mom.
I decided I would try to see if someone was indeed watching without letting them know. I kept stoking my now rock hard cock, but at the same time unclenched my eyes just a little, enough that light began to penetrate between my eyelids. A little more and enough was getting to my eyes that I could make out the furniture in my room and the doorway to the hall. With the d****s drawn, there was enough light in the room that anyone looking in would undoubtedly be able to see my hand working up and down my cock, but unlikely enough that they would be able to determine my eyes were now open just a crack.
I looked toward the door, not changing the pace of my hand on my cock. I was going to cum again if I kept this up. ‘Shit.’ The light from the window at the end of the hallway clearly silhouetted a face peering around the door and into my room. I had been caught. I’m going to be grounded for a month. I think, ‘Why isn’t she saying anything? Why isn’t she yelling at me to stop?’
Then I suddenly understand, it’s not Mom, IT’S KATE. My eyes have adjusted and I can make out her shoulder length hair and her school t-shirt for track. Her head is not moving, she is definitely watching me playing with my cock, I was close to cumming already and knowing that my big sister is watching send me over the edge. I close my eyes, not caring that she is watching and I pump my cock furiously, now wanting to cum while she is watching.
Then I suddenly understand, it’s not Mom, IT’S KATE. My eyes have adjusted and I can make out her shoulder length hair and her school t-shirt for track. Her head is not moving, she is definitely watching me playing with my cock, I was close to cumming already and knowing that my big sister is watching send me over the edge. I close my eyes, not caring that she is watching and I pump my cock furiously, now wanting to cum while she is watching.
My balls contract, cum swirls in my nuts and rushes up my swollen shaft. Then hot stream after hot stream shot from my cock and I moan loudly, more for Kate’s benefit than mine. If she wanted to see a show I’d give her one. I kept stroking my cock, getting every drop of cum I could to cover my chest and stomach.
Time to confront Kate and say something embarrassing to her. I’ll teach her for spying on me. I turn my head toward the door and open my eyes fully. SHE’S GONE.
I know she had been watching. I just can’t be sure when she started or when she finished watching me. But I know she was watching. I don’t think she knows that I saw her watching. I look at the clock and it’s about 4:45 and I need to get cleaned up, I mop up what I can with the wad of Kleenex I had brought along and add this sticky wad to the one already buried in my wastebasket.
I head to the washroom and clean up properly and put my jeans and a t-shirt and head down to the kitchen where I had left my books on the table. I might as well get started on some reading.
Right at 5 o’oclock the back door opens up and in walks Kate. She says hi like nothing ever happened and she’s just getting home.
I decide to play along. “Hi s*s. So, how was track & field?”
“Oh you know. Same dull practice", Kate said innocently.
I think a little needling is called for, since she had obviously not been at practice as usual. “I was wondering if everything was ok. You usually come home looking like the coach had put you through a real workout. But, today you look almost like you didn’t come from track practice.”
She stammered, just a little, but recovered nicely, “Well. I guess you are right. Er… We didn’t have the usual routine today. Coach used the last hour to discuss strategy for the upcoming Regionals. So, I got an hour to cool down. How about you? You been having any fun with the house to yourself?”
She was good. She was giving back better than she got. I tried not to blush and came back with “Nah. That stupid cat ran out when I came home and headed into the park. I spent most of the last hour looking for her. Waste of time, I should have left her for you to look for. How about a glass of milk?”
“Sure. And I’ll grab a couple of Mom’s homemade oatmeal cookies out the jar to tide us over until dinner”, Kate chipped in.
We sat in silence for a few minutes drinking milk and eating cookies. My mind was racing over the events of this afternoon, trying to figure out what I should do and what I wanted to do.
We both jerked as we heard Mom’s key in the front door. Maybe Kate had been thinking about this afternoon too, she was just as jumpy as me. Maybe after a night’s sleep I will figure out what I want to do about what happened.
Continued in Chapter 2
(m-solo, voy, mast, slow, inc)
Continued from Dean and Kate: A B*****’s and S*****’s Story
I had really grown to love Thursdays, and especially Thursday afternoons. My grade 7 math class always had a quiz on Thursday and you were allowed to leave as soon as you were finished. I was a bit of a math whizk** having a natural acumen for numbers, so, I usually found myself leaving school about 30 minutes before the end of period.
Today was no exception, I had spent my lunch break in one end of the gym pretending to work on my foul shots and lay-ups, but in reality taking every opportunity I could to watch the girls’ senior and junior volleyball teams practice, all the while struggling to not let my inevitable hard-on tent out my shorts. Ever since I had begun to masturbate the previous summer it didn’t take much more than a strong breeze to send blood rushing to my cock. So, the Thursday noon ritual found me sporting a throbbing stiffy hopefully concealed from casual observers by my baggy basketball shorts.
The rest of my typical Thursday was a quick shower, then a couple of my favourite classes, science and geography, followed by the math quiz. Today was no exception, science class was great. We were just starting the course unit on chemistry and we would actually get to use the chemistry lab for a couple of simple experiments before we finished this unit and the teacher paired us up with lab partners so we could be organized when time came to actually work in the lab. I really lucked out, my assigned lab partner was Beth, she was almost two years older than most of the other Grade 7 students as she had ended up missing a lot of school one year when her Dad was moving around a lot looking for a job and Beth ended up needing to repeat the year. So, this meant that Beth’s 14 year-old body had begun to develop toward womanhood, she sported the best tits of any girl in the class and she started to show the type of curves around the rest of her body that I had been admiring on the volleyball players. The teacher had paired Beth with me because, although Beth was an excellent student, working hard, completing all her assignments, her strongest subjects were English and History where her papers regularly topped the class, while her math and science scores were only average. I was the exact opposite, so, the teacher felt pairing us would benefit both of us with our skills complementing each other. When the teacher announced that Beth would be my lab partner I didn’t give a thought to our skills, I just thought “Wow… I’m going to be working side-by-side with Beth. The lab space isn’t very big. I wonder if I’ll be able to ‘accidentally’ bump into her?”. Damn, my hard-on was back and two periods to go before I could do anything about it.
Geography class wasn’t anything special, we were doing a general unit on major North American geographical features and I couldn’t stop thinking that the picture in the text of a Alberta foothills included two hills that looked just like a pair of tits. This made my mind wander back to Beth and her nicely developing tits; and, this in turn brought back my now raging boner. I waited until I thought no one would notice and I reached down and made some quick adjustments to get a little more comfortable. I took the opportunity to stroke my stiff shaft through the material of my trousers, thinking to myself, “Almost time for math class, then out-of-here.”
Math class had the usual Thursday quiz and I bore down and focused and was finished and had re-checked my answers in just under 15 minutes. I walked up to the front of the class, quiz in-hand, and raging hard-on annoyingly trying to escape my underwear, but fortunately not succeeding.
A quick stop at my locker, and I would be on my way home; on my way home to an empty house; on my way home to finally take care of my almost perpetual hard-on. I had to resist the temptation to run down the hallway and out the door --- couldn’t handle getting detention for running in the halls, not when I was this close.
Just 3 more blocks, then a shortcut through the park and I will be at our back door. Then… relief.
As I walked, my mind reviewed the sights from the day fuelling my fantasies anticipating my impending relief: the girls’ volleyball teams, their butts with shorts drawn tight over them when they dove to save shots and their tits press forward against their school t-shirts when they jumped and stretched skyward to spike or block shots at the net. My cock was ready to explode, my balls ached for relief. My mind moved on to Beth and the best news of the day, she was my new science lab partner. My fantasies progressed to managing to rub against her in lab, ‘Damn, I wish we lived closer to the school.’
Home at last. My key slips into the lock on our back door and as I open the door the cat rushes out through my legs and across the backyard and straight up a tree in the park behind our house. There must be a squirrel or chipmunk I can’t see. My cock throbs, ending my distraction with the cat. I will get the cat back later, or Kate can let her in when she gets home.
I drop my books on the kitchen table and rush off toward my room, stopping in the bathroom to grab a handful of Kleenex. I turn to leave the bathroom and head to my room, when I decide today’s events were significant enough that I turn back fill my other hand with another wad of Kleenex. It was going to be a memorable afternoon.
I get to my room and the sunlight is pouring in through the corner window, I quickly draw the d****s and the room now is not dark, but not the almost blinding brightness that had greeted me when I entered it. I didn’t bother closing my door, Kate didn’t get home until almost 5pm on Thursday, as she stayed after class for track and field practice; and Mom didn’t get home from her Thursday volunteer work at the local Seniors’ Centre until almost 30 minutes later. So, I had the house to myself for almost 2 hours. Lots of time. I didn’t need to rush, although my hard-on had a different opinion on that.
I look at the piles of Kleenex I had dropped on the bed and begin to consider whether I had taken enough. Oh well, I could always grab more later. I took off my trousers and tossed them over the back of my chair and my socks, shirt, and undershirt followed in quick order. I reached rubbed my stiff cock through the soft cotton of my briefs, then I dropped them to the floor and with a flick of my foot sent them sailing across the room landing on the seat of my chair.
I stood by my bed, naked, my stiff cock pointing proudly straight up in the air. It was a little bigger now than when I had first started getting ‘wood’, it was about 6’ long when hard and a few veins could be seen along the shaft and the sensitive circumcised head always reminded of one of those mushrooms we sometimes had with Sunday dinner. I knew that I wouldn’t need much stimulation to relieve the pressure in my balls, there was already a little drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip of my cock.
I quickly arranged 3 or 4 layers of the Kleenex on top of my bedspread and laid down with my cockhead in the middle of this soft pile. Slipping my arms down, I placed a hand on either side of my cock and balls, my palms against my thighs and I began to pump my cock against the Kleenex, my mind thinking of Beth and the girls’ volleyball teams. Those tits, those asses… all bringing my aching balls close to relief. I feel my ballsack contract; it’s going to be a big one; I quickly lift to make sure my cockhead is still centred on the Kleenex. Two more thrusts and my cock explodes, semen shooting from my cock and into the waiting wad of Kleenex. I keep pumping, I think this is the most I have ever cum. My feeling of urgency eases and my cock is not quite so rigid, but as I have learned, it really doesn’t get soft again until after I have reached relief two or three times. I squeeze out the cum that is still in my shaft watching the drops from my cockhead join the large puddle trying to soak through the Kleenex on my bed. I wad up the Kleenex and wipe the end of my cock and bury it toward the bottom of the wastebasket in my room.
I absent-mindedly stroked my cock, thinking of Beth, sitting down on the edge of the bed. My cock is fully erect again and I close my eyes and begin to more sincerely work my hand up and down my cock; imagining what it would be like to accidentally brush my hand over her breast, or perhaps accidentally press my cock against her ass while reaching for some piece of lab equipment. How would her breasts feel, would they be soft like my ballsack or would they be firm like my stiff shaft? I tried to imagine her naked, what would her nipples be like – I hoped they would be round and thick like the eraser on my pencils. I tried to remember some I had seen in a magazine one of the Senior boys had had in the locker room one day.
My hand was slipping up and down my cock more quickly now, my breathing was heavier, I wanted to cum again, my balls were starting to ache and pre-cum was being spread around the swollen head of my cock by my rapidly pumping hand. I tried to imagine it was Beth’s hand squeezing my cock and rubbing over its sensitive head. That’s it, ‘Stroke my cock, Beth. Harder. Faster. Stroke it faster, Beth! Make me cum all over your hand.’ I pumped my hand up and down my cock and moaned as I neared my second orgasm. Then I was over the edge, cum spurted from my cock and shot up onto my chest and my stomach. One stream… then another… and yet another. My hand was slick with my own cum and I kept pumping my cock squeezing the last of my cum from the shaft and onto my stomach. My eyes tightly closed, I enjoyed the moment as shivers ran up my spine and I clenched and relaxed the muscles in my butt while slowly continuing to stroke my cock. My breathing slowed and finally was returning to normal. I thought I heard something, but it must be the cat, it was only 4 o’clock and Kate wouldn’t be home until 5 at the earliest.
Then I remembered. The cat had run out when I had opened the door. Panic !!!!
I clenched my eyes more tightly closed and tried to slow my breathing so I could listen more intently, thinking to myself ‘Is someone downstairs? I’ll have to get cleaned up.’ But, my cock was still stiff and I had hoped to finish myself off a third time before people got home.
As I listened I slowly stroked my cock. Nothing, it must have been my imagination. Good. Time for one more good fantasy before Kate gets home. There it was again. I listened intently, keeping my eyes closed and my hand stroking my now stiff cock slowly. It was faint, but I was sure I could hear breathing. ‘Shit. I’ve been caught’, flashed through my mind. Mom sometimes finished her volunteer work early, but I hadn’t heard the garage door open and she would always call out, almost singing our names as she came through the door.
Not having yet decided what I was going to say to Mom, I decided to keep my eyes closed a little and keep up the ruse of pretending she wasn’t there, keeping a hand on my cock. I actually found that despite my heart racing with fear that I had been caught, my cock was responding by getting even harder as the prospect that I was being watched, even if by my Mom.
I decided I would try to see if someone was indeed watching without letting them know. I kept stoking my now rock hard cock, but at the same time unclenched my eyes just a little, enough that light began to penetrate between my eyelids. A little more and enough was getting to my eyes that I could make out the furniture in my room and the doorway to the hall. With the d****s drawn, there was enough light in the room that anyone looking in would undoubtedly be able to see my hand working up and down my cock, but unlikely enough that they would be able to determine my eyes were now open just a crack.
I looked toward the door, not changing the pace of my hand on my cock. I was going to cum again if I kept this up. ‘Shit.’ The light from the window at the end of the hallway clearly silhouetted a face peering around the door and into my room. I had been caught. I’m going to be grounded for a month. I think, ‘Why isn’t she saying anything? Why isn’t she yelling at me to stop?’
Then I suddenly understand, it’s not Mom, IT’S KATE. My eyes have adjusted and I can make out her shoulder length hair and her school t-shirt for track. Her head is not moving, she is definitely watching me playing with my cock, I was close to cumming already and knowing that my big sister is watching send me over the edge. I close my eyes, not caring that she is watching and I pump my cock furiously, now wanting to cum while she is watching.
Then I suddenly understand, it’s not Mom, IT’S KATE. My eyes have adjusted and I can make out her shoulder length hair and her school t-shirt for track. Her head is not moving, she is definitely watching me playing with my cock, I was close to cumming already and knowing that my big sister is watching send me over the edge. I close my eyes, not caring that she is watching and I pump my cock furiously, now wanting to cum while she is watching.
My balls contract, cum swirls in my nuts and rushes up my swollen shaft. Then hot stream after hot stream shot from my cock and I moan loudly, more for Kate’s benefit than mine. If she wanted to see a show I’d give her one. I kept stroking my cock, getting every drop of cum I could to cover my chest and stomach.
Time to confront Kate and say something embarrassing to her. I’ll teach her for spying on me. I turn my head toward the door and open my eyes fully. SHE’S GONE.
I know she had been watching. I just can’t be sure when she started or when she finished watching me. But I know she was watching. I don’t think she knows that I saw her watching. I look at the clock and it’s about 4:45 and I need to get cleaned up, I mop up what I can with the wad of Kleenex I had brought along and add this sticky wad to the one already buried in my wastebasket.
I head to the washroom and clean up properly and put my jeans and a t-shirt and head down to the kitchen where I had left my books on the table. I might as well get started on some reading.
Right at 5 o’oclock the back door opens up and in walks Kate. She says hi like nothing ever happened and she’s just getting home.
I decide to play along. “Hi s*s. So, how was track & field?”
“Oh you know. Same dull practice", Kate said innocently.
I think a little needling is called for, since she had obviously not been at practice as usual. “I was wondering if everything was ok. You usually come home looking like the coach had put you through a real workout. But, today you look almost like you didn’t come from track practice.”
She stammered, just a little, but recovered nicely, “Well. I guess you are right. Er… We didn’t have the usual routine today. Coach used the last hour to discuss strategy for the upcoming Regionals. So, I got an hour to cool down. How about you? You been having any fun with the house to yourself?”
She was good. She was giving back better than she got. I tried not to blush and came back with “Nah. That stupid cat ran out when I came home and headed into the park. I spent most of the last hour looking for her. Waste of time, I should have left her for you to look for. How about a glass of milk?”
“Sure. And I’ll grab a couple of Mom’s homemade oatmeal cookies out the jar to tide us over until dinner”, Kate chipped in.
We sat in silence for a few minutes drinking milk and eating cookies. My mind was racing over the events of this afternoon, trying to figure out what I should do and what I wanted to do.
We both jerked as we heard Mom’s key in the front door. Maybe Kate had been thinking about this afternoon too, she was just as jumpy as me. Maybe after a night’s sleep I will figure out what I want to do about what happened.
Continued in Chapter 2
13 years ago
