He must’ve gone to the mall after he dropped me off, because it was the next morning that he did it. I was early for school, and standing outside, just chatting with the crew. Then I feel hands on the back of my neck, along with something tickling my neck and down to my chest. Before I can react, there he is, kissing the breath out of me. He broke the kiss, said, "See you later, Sugarlips", and headed into the school.
I looked down. A fucking pendant. A gold heart, on a gold chain. The heart was inscribed "Chuck loves Maggie." It was beautiful. It was wonderful. It sparkled in the sunlight as I made my way towards school. And, oh man, it made me completely fucking gooey.
Damn him. He made me get weepy in front of my friends! Jesus. Ed Bauer’s going to tease me about this one until we’re occupying adjacent rooms in the old age home. Damn!
I headed into school, thinking up ways I could torture him when we were alone. Damn. A gold heart on a chain, and he gives it to me in public. I could kill him.
Oh, man, I could really get used to this. He’s beautiful, isn’t he?
– The end-
MICHELLE’S STORY
Warning:
This barely qualifies as erotica. It also barely qualifies as a naked in school story. It’s there, but in the background. Sex happens, but is alluded to, not described. If you’re looking for a stroke story, this is most vehemently not it. It’s also a lot shorter than my other NIS stories.
In this, we reintroduce Michelle Ingemi, Amanda’s mentioned-but-not-really-seen friend; and Eric Andrews. Unlike the others, I’m telling this one completely from Michelle’s POV.
One other warning: there is a passage in this story that will probably offend any religious believers. Since Mish’s views closely mirror my own, I’m not going to apologize for it. And please spare me the "corrections" to Mish’s views, because I’ve heard them all.
This is the hardest story I’ve ever written. It’s also the one I had to write. You will understand why at the end.
It was the first full week of my senior year in High School when I got called down to the office.
I’m Michelle Ingemi, Mish to my friends. I figured I was going to be put into the Naked In School Program, to kick off senior year. That was fine. I had no problems with my body.
I’d been sexually active for quite some time. My friend Amanda Frazier jokes about me being "into watersports"-you know, peeing-and there’s some truth to that, but it’s exaggerated. I’ve done it a few times, and found it nastily erotic and exciting, but it’s not something I do all the time. However, I think I waxed rhapsodic about it a bit too enthusiastically to Amanda once or twice. Oh, well!
What I do like is sex. I don’t apologize for it. I don’t think I have a list like our other friend Maggie Benson, but I’ve had enough. I figured, I’m young, now’s the time, right? However, lately things had changed.
Anyhow, I walked into the office, and smiled at our principal, Mr. Tilling. "I take it you called me down here to get nekkid?" I joked.
"Yes, I did," he laughed. "We’re just waiting on your partner."
"And that would be?"
"Eric Andrews."
Eric. Now, this was gonna be interesting!
Eric was the reason things had changed for me lately. Now, I’ve known Eric all through high school. I think we were attracted to each other right from the beginning of freshman year, but we never acted on it. I think I knew, deep in my heart, that if I ever ended up in bed with Eric, that’d be it, that I’d never be able to look at another guy again. I think he suspected the same thing. Anyhow, we were friends, good friends-but that was it. I made my rounds through the guys in the class, and Eric was a confirmed pussyhound-and, being a football player, he had no trouble getting any.
Until, towards the end of the last school year, he asked me out. I eagerly accepted.
I guess I was ready-we were ready. Just sex had lost its appeal to me. So, we started dating. We didn’t even sleep together. We decided to hold off on that-to try to get to know one another, as people who were dating, before we did anything seriously physical. Weird, for both of us, but we figured we had time. And, you know what? I was right. Even without sleeping with him, I wasn’t caring about any other guys. Just going out with him was all I’d anticipated. We really did click. I’ll admit it-I was falling in love with him, and I think he was, too.
This went on from about mid-May to about mid-July. Suddenly, he called me, and said he had to go out of town, and wouldn’t be back until the school year started. Something about a "family emergency." He sounded really upset. He wouldn’t tell me more, though, said he’d discuss it when he got back. I was upset, of course-not having the guy I was dating, and rapidly falling for, around for half the summer was no fun. But I adjusted. He even gave me permission to see other guys if I needed to. I didn’t.
Anyhow, here we were, the first day of school, and I hadn’t seen him. He hadn’t even been around for football practice-I’m a cheerleader-and he was supposed to be the starting running back. I still couldn’t wait to find out what had happened in his family to take him out of town for six weeks and wreak havoc with football.
Until he walked into Mr. Tilling’s office. And then I knew. I knew. And my stomach dropped to my toes.
Eric was muscular-of course he was, he played football. Well, he had been. His muscles were gone. His face was sunken, with bags under his eyes. He was pale. And all his hair was gone.
Oh, please, no, I thought. Please, no. But I knew. And, looking up at him, I said it.
"Cancer."
"Leukemia, actually," he replied. "I’m sorry you had to find out this way, but I just got back in town. They sent me to Baltimore, to Johns Hopkins, for the beginning of the chemo. I can do the rest outpatient, at Westport General, but they wanted to start me at Hopkins. I have it every three weeks-I have it this Friday, actually."
I was dying. Inside, bit by bit, I was dying.
"We offered to exempt Eric from The Program, but he wanted to go through with it."
"Let’s get it over with," he chuckled. "Let ‘em see me in all my chemo-ravaged glory. That way, I’ll only have to answer all the questions all at once."
He seemed to be taking this well. This made one of us.
I had to ask. I didn’t want to, but I had to ask. "Did they give you a prognosis?"
"Good," he said. "Better than fifty percent. Well, what the Doc said was ‘well better than fifty percent’. You know those guys, they won’t put a better number on it. But it’s not one of the more virulent strains of leukemia, and they caught it early."
He was optimistic. Chipper, even. Me? Death. That’s all I could think about. I’m seventeen years old, looking at the man I love, and thinking about death.
I couldn’t handle it. Could not handle it. And I did something that I’m not proud of. I bailed.
I spent the first day and a half of The Program completely avoiding the guy who was supposed to be my Program partner-not to mention was supposed to be my boyfriend. I just went out of my way not to have any contact with him. He even called Monday night, and I made an excuse about homework.
I had my reasons. No, what I was doing wasn’t fair, wasn’t right, wasn’t generous or loving or all those things I had always supposed I was. It was rotten. But I had my reasons. And I just couldn’t deal with it.
Until I got called on it-by my best friend Amanda’s boyfriend, Jared.
"How’s Eric?" Jared asked.
"I don’t know. We haven’t really talked."
Amanda, who knew my reasons, gave me a look of sympathy. But Jared-who didn’t-was just dumbfounded.
"I thought you guys were going out! In fact, it looked like you two were really falling for each other." I just shrugged. "C’mon, Mish, he’s going through hell! And you tell me you guys haven’t even talked?"