Naked In School

"Why?"

"Because I’m interested."

She stared at me for a good minute, then shook her head. "Braden, I don’t get you. I just don’t get you."

"Good," I grinned.

"You know, I don’t have to play these games with you. I can just get up from this table and walk away, and ignore you."

"You’re right. You can. But you won’t."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because you like it." She glared at me. "Yes, you do. You, Maggie Benson, are bored. You’re bored with the ‘Hi I’m Maggie fuck me’ routine. You are intrigued by me and you’re wondering what I’m going to do next."

"You’re so damn sure of yourself," she spat.

"No, actually, I’m not. I’m completely winging this," I grinned. That got a smile out of her. "Look, I’ll drop the games for a minute. You know I’m persona non grata around here. And I’m tangling with Maggie Benson, who has forgotten more about guys than I’ll ever know about girls. Believe me, I know it. But there’s something about you. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something. I’m determined to figure it out."

"OK. So, you can take your best shot," she grinned.

"I aim to do just that, Sugarlips," I grinned back, while she blushed. "You don’t know how satisfying it is to know I can make Maggie Benson blush."

"I’ve never been told I taste good before," she admitted.

"It must be just some sort of chemical reaction between my tastebuds and your pussy, Sugarlips."

"Stop calling me that!"

"Not on your life."

"Fine. Whatever. Listen. The bell’s going to ring soon, and we have to go to bio. Ask for relief, please, and pick me. I owe you for yesterday. I still feel bad about that. No teeth, I promise."

"Hmmm. Are you being nice here, or trying to get the upper hand?"

"A little of both," she admitted with a grin.

"Fair enough. I’ll give you a shot."

Just then, the bell rang.

We went to bio, and, as promised, I asked for relief, Maggie volunteered, and I chose her.

"Are you sure?" Ms. T asked me. "I’m not quite sure what went on yesterday, but I know there was some funny business, and I don’t want it repeated."

"No funny business, I promise," Maggie said. She came up to me and said, "Same deal as yesterday-I dare you not to make noise-but I’ll play fair this time."

"Deal," I grinned at her. She knelt down between my legs, and devoured my dick.

Oh Jesus. This was talent. She bobbed up and down on my dick, hitting every good spot with her tongue. I was trying not to make noise, but it was not easy. She worked my dick like a maestro. When she sensed that I was getting close, she took it all in her mouth, and swallowed. And then started humming.

"Oh, Jesus, Maggie!" I howled, as I sprayed her tonsils.

She gulped it down, licked her lips, grinned up at me and said, "You lose."

Still trying to catch my breath, I looked down at her and said, "No, I most certainly did not." It must’ve been the right thing to say, because she lit up like a neon sign.

We went back to our seats-her far more steadily than I-and spent the rest of the period-and the next one, which we also shared-shooting little looks at each other.

I was thoroughly enjoying this. And I think she was, too.

Unfortunately, it was right afterwards that all hell broke loose.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN MAGGIE

He had me so off-balance I thought I was going to fall over.

Nobody had ever done this to me, not once. I met guys head-on. I didn’t play games. I’m Maggie, I’ll spread my legs if you’re interested. Bam, end of story. Nobody every spun my head around.

Braden had my head doing loops.

For one thing, he was going from being cocky out of his mind to disarmingly sincere in a heartbeat-like when he admitted he was just winging it. I was almost prepared to dislike him before he admitted that. Almost. Because, he was right, though I wasn’t going to admit it to him-I was bored.

What I didn’t know, and what scared me, was whether or not this was just a game to him. If that’s all it was, I wanted no part of it. But I didn’t think so. He was trying to get inside my head. There was a reason.

And if he called me Sugarlips one more time, I was going to slug him. Oh, fuck that-I was going to jump into his arms and not let go, I admit it. Look, sex is a big part of my life. Romance has not been. He was being romantic about sex. He gives me a sweet pet name that’s blatantly sexual. That right there was enough to make my brain start leaking out my left ear.

It almost seemed too good to be true.

Then, I found out, it was. After English-the last class Braden and I have together-I was walking to my next class when I heard it for the first time. "Maggie, you and Braden? Wow!"

"What, you mean this morning?" I laughed. "We’re partners in the program, so he got me off. I returned the favor in Bio today."

"No, I heard you guys fucked on the football field yesterday."

"WHAT?" I said, incensed.

And, that wasn’t the only one. I heard it for the next two periods. "Hey, you and Braden?" "I can’t believe you fucked Chuck Braden!" And so on.

By the time we got out of school, I was completely livid. I knew I got out before him so I went to the entrance and waited for him. He arrived shortly. "Braden, you lying sonovabitch!" I screamed.

"Not here," he said, and led me into the woods. We stopped at an open area. "You fuck!" I yelled. "You gave me your word! I trusted you!"

"Maggie, I didn’t say anything."

"Oh, yeah, right," I stormed. "Like you didn’t say anything about all those other girls. You’re a fucking liar, Braden. Every girl you end up with, it gets broadcast."

"I don’t know how this happened, but, I didn’t say a word, Maggie. Not to anyone."

"Oh, yeah, Mister Innocent. You fuck," I blasted.

"Maggie, I did not say a word!" He was starting to get pissed. Then the expression on his face changed. And, Goddammit, it changed to complete despair. "But you’re not going to believe me, are you? No matter what I say, you won’t believe me. Fuck. I’m going to be paying for Tara Boucher for the rest of my life. I can’t convince you. There’s no way."

He started walking away. Before I could think of anything to say, he turned back to me. "And you know what really sucks? Over the past couple of days, I was really starting to like you. That’s what all the game-playing was about. I was trying to burrow my way into your mind. I wanted to get so deep into it that you’d get used to me being there. Every minute I spend with you, I like you more. You’re the most interesting, unfathomable, intoxicating girl I’ve ever met. There’s so much more to you than Maggie the Fuck Bunny. I wanted to explore the whole Maggie." He took a breath. "But my fucking reputation blew that. Again." Then he turned and started walking away again.

I couldn’t let him go. Not after that. "Braden! Wait! Stop!" He stopped walking.

"Why, so you can berate me some more?" he said without turning back around.

"No. So I can apologize for jumping to conclusions." That made him turn around. "I’m sorry. What you just said-well, it might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me."

"I meant it. No games."

"I know." I took a deep breath. "I suppose I shouldn’t care anyway. I was just upset that I thought you had lied to me. I shouldn’t care about it getting out, I just wanted to tell Tara first, and I did that this morning."

"You told Tara?" he said, faintly horrified.

"Yeah, I told you I was going to. I thought she should know, considering your history and considering she’s a friend of mine."

"Right. You did tell me. And it didn’t hit me at first, but now it did." I just looked at him. "Maggie, this is Tara’s Revenge. She spread it around."

"Oh shit. You’re right! Dammit, Chuck, why didn’t I think of that? I’m so, so sorry."