shorty story, redux

[Swimming Bird]

I was sitting outside of school, sitting on a bench underneath a tree, when I first set eyes on her. I had never seen her before, so she must’ve just moved here or enrolled in the school. She was coming towards me now, as I lowered the book I was reading. She looked at me and smiled as she passed. I could smell her wonderful perfume perfectly as she passed.

I looked over my shoulder and saw she too was still looking at me. Her lips curved up and she smiled at me before she finally turned away and walked off. I sat for a bit and wondered who that could’ve been. Two of my friends, Paul and Jesse were now coming my way as I caught them out of the corner of my eye.

“Evan, did you see that girl?” spoke Paul first, excitedly, pushing Jesse.

“Yeah dude, she was totally checking you out,” chimed Jesse.

“Yeah, so I saw. Who is she?” I finally asked them.
“Her name is Sydney Pritchett. She just moved here,” explained Paul.

“You should go talk to her man! I bet she’s already heard about your ‘reputation’,” nudged Jesse.
“Yeah, do it Evan.”

“Nah, fellas, I think I’m just going to play it easy for now,” I finally replied as the school bells began to ring. “Next period is starting anyway.” I heard them moan, but they’d get over it; they always get over it. I’ll just play things cool for now and see what transpires, I thought. All three of us headed to our third period class, chemistry. We all despised chemistry.

As we made our way into the chemistry room, the first thing we saw was that girl. She was standing up front, talking with the teacher. They were probably discussing her transfer to the school and going over the basics. I watched them, rather, watched her, for a bit then moved on to my seat, which sat in the back of the class. I picked up the book I had been reading earlier and resumed from where I first left off.

It was an interesting book. We were required to read it for English class, and normally I’m not one to get real interested in books, but this one was different. As I was reading, I heard someone sit down beside me. I looked up to see who it was, and, of course, it was her.

“Hi,” she said to me first as she smiled. I sat there and looked at her for a bit. Long, soft, light-brown hair fell over her face. Her hair was just amazing. Light, shiny, and soft. Her face was even better, smooth, creamy-white skin, with two soft, brown eyes. I could’ve stared at her for hours and lost myself, but I regained all senses and greeted her back.

I turned back to my book and pretended to begin reading. She smiled at me as I did so and then began to arrange the materials she had brought with her. I snuck a peek of her out of the corner of my eye. She was wearing a tan sweater that looked incredibly comfortable on her. The fabric gave off a soft feeling that made just want to rub it. The sweater fit her perfectly and complemented her hair and face.

The curves on her body were even more of a treat. The way her chest and butt were shaped just about made me lose control, but I remained cool and calm. She was wearing tan khakis. Not exactly tan, a bit darker than her sweater was, but they still looked great, especially on her. Then she had these cute little brown shoes that snuggly fit her small feet. I’d be outright lying if I said she wasn’t quite the sight to look at.

I think she caught me peeking at her because she once again looked over at me and smiled. She had a wonderful smile, warm and inviting.

“Class,” came the teacher from the front. “We have a new student today. She just moved here from… where was it?” The teacher had already forgotten where she was from.
“Boston, ma’am,” Sydney replied in a soft voice that seemed angelic.

“Oh that’s right, Boston. Class, please welcome your new classmate, Sydney Pritchett.” The class welcomed her with claps and hello; it was the standard welcome. I leaned over near her and welcomed her myself.

“Welcome, Sydney. My name’s Evan,” I whispered, not to be caught.

“Thank you, Evan. I’ve heard about you,” she quietly replied. Heard about me? I wondered what she could’ve heard. She blushed a bit and looked back up front. I thought about it for a second, and then remembered what my friends had said to me. It must’ve been my reputation.

“Today, class,” rose the teacher’s voice from the front again. “We’re going to pair up for lab partners.” I had forgotten about this day. I just prayed I didn’t get stuck with one of the nerds in the class, at least, that’s what usually happens. The teacher began rattling off names of who was partnered with whom, and then she finally arrived at my name.

“Evan,” she spoke and then paused. “You have the honor of being paired with our new student, Sydney. I trust you’ll bring her up to speed with what we’re doing.”

“Oh he will,” I heard Paul snicker. I crumpled my face at the comment and replied, “I will Mrs. White.” This indeed was my lucky day, a new girl who’s not only my lab partner, but a fine girl as well. What luck, indeed. After partners had been given, Mrs. White, the chemistry teacher, resumed the day’s lesson.

After class, I met up with Paul and Jesse. I just knew they were going to have something to say about this.

“Hey, what a stud, being put with the new girl,” I heard Paul speak first. It was just like them to start in on me like this.

“Damn, man, you’re lucky. I mean, just look at her! Just look!” Jesse came next. I knew what he was talking about, and I was looking all right. Who wasn’t looking? She was standing at her locker now, putting her books away when she looked down at us. Paul and Jesse gave out a sound of surprise and lowered their heads. Sydney smiled and waved at me. I gave a small wave back.

“She wants you, Evan,” Paul said, looking at the floor.

“Break her in, buddy,” Jesse spoke as he finally looked up. I guess it was my job, but had my reputation gotten too far out of hand? Just what reputation now preceded me? It couldn’t be good, it just couldn’t be. Bells began to ring, which meant it was time for us to hurry up to next class. I gave one last look down the hall to where Sydney last stood, but she was already gone. I quickly put my chemistry books away and grabbed the ones for the next class and ran off.

It wasn’t until I had sat down in my next class that I realized the mistake I had made. I placed my books on the desk in front of me and looked at them. On the front, it said Trigonometry, but I was in English class. I raised my hand and asked the teacher if I could go back to my locker. She gave me a dirty look, but finally let me return and get the proper books for class.

I hurried out the door, but slowed my pace when I was far enough away from the room to not be seen. There was no way I was going to hurry back for English, or any other class, for that matter. I made a quick stop at the drinking fountain and watered my mouth down real quick.

As I stood back up and wiped my mouth dry, I looked down the hall and saw a girl walking down the hall. After a bit, I could recognize who it was, it was Sydney. I pretended not to be too anxious to see her and just went about opening my locker and getting the book I needed for English class. I kept my head stuck in the locker, but suddenly there was a loud, metal knocking ringing from behind me. I looked up and saw it was just Sydney tapping on my locker door.

“Hello,” she first greeted me, smiling as she always did. It was still a wonderful smile. I gave a simple greeting back as she smiled at me. “What’re you up to?” she continued on.

“I just grabbed the wrong book for class so I had to come back and get the right one,” I replied, a bit embarrassed at my stupidity.

“Oh, I hate it when that happens!” she replied with fervor. I smiled at her and shut the door of my locker.

“Well, I should get back to class,” I told her, but she had something left to ask.

“I was just wondering,” she started out shyly, trying to hide the blush that had just come across her face. “I was wondering if I could possibly come over tonight so I could get a head start on chemistry.”

“Sure, that’d work,” I blurted quickly. I wonder if I said that too quickly and came off as eager.

“Thank you!” came her angelic voice through an excited tone. After she thanked me she generously came closer and gave me a quick hug. It surprised me at first that she would hug me when we had only meant, but I wasn’t going to complain. We both stood there together for what seemed like forever. The entire school seemed to disappear for the few seconds we actually stood there. Finally, she released me, smiled again, and then started back towards her class. I stood and watched her until she disappeared out of sight and then finally realized I too had to get back to class.

I took a few steps towards the class, but then realized I forgot something. I never even told Sydney where I lived. Swiftly, I turned around and ran back to where I last saw her. Hard and fast I ran, but I was too late. I looked in all the classes down the hall she went down and saw she had already arrived back in her class.

[Swimming Bird]

I lingered for a bit, then slowly turned back around and headed back to my class. When I arrived back to class, I got one hell of a report from the teacher explaining to me the consequences of delaying in the halls and truancy. Something like that, at least; I wasn’t really paying attention. The rest of the class seemed to go on forever and I didn’t see Sydney again for the rest of school. I wondered if I’d see her tonight, even though she didn’t have my address. I figured it wouldn’t happen.

It was about nine o’clock when my dad came upstairs and knocked on the door; he interrupted me from studying, or at least what I was pretending to study. I figured when he told me someone was here to see me it was either Paul or Jesse, but much to my surprise, and delight, I was wrong; Sydney was the person to stop and see me.

“Hi,” she started out as she stepped inside, “I hope I’m not too late, am I?”

“Oh, no, you’re not. I’m ready to study when you are,” I quickly replied.

“So what’re you two up to tonight?” I heard my dad ask from the family room.

“We’re just going to study chemistry, dad,” I replied, a bit annoyed at the usual inquiry of parents.

“We can study up in my room, if you like.”

“That’s fine with me,” Sydney replied, smiling, as I led the way upstairs to my room.

“By the way, how’d you know where I lived?” I questioned, a bit puzzled at how she knew where I lived without telling her.

“Umm, I used the phone book,” she replied, laughing at the thought of her saying that. We made our way upstairs and I led her to my bedroom. Like a gentleman, I let her in first and then closed the door behind after I entered.

“I like your room,” came her voice ahead of me. I looked and saw her peering around my room, interested in my resting place.

“Thanks, sorry if it’s a bit messy,” I nervously replied, quickly trying to shove things into the closet so she wouldn’t notice what a slob I was.

“No, it’s fine, really,” she replied sweetly, turning around to smile at me. She really was a wonderful girl. I made my way over to my desk and cleared it off, followed by the cleaning of my bed.

“I guess we, uh, better start studying that chemistry, huh?” I heard my voice reply in a shaky tone. I looked over at her and saw her smile and shrug her shoulders. I pulled my chemistry book out of my book bag and set it on the desk and we began studying. After a while, she finally turned to me and asked the question.

“So, do you live up to your reputation?” I heard her ask as she turned and looked at me with her seductive smile. I froze for a second and gripped the pencil in my right hand hard. Slowly, I turned and looked at her and saw her staring back at me. For a while I just gazed into her soft, brown eyes and admired her light-brown hair that seemed to sparkle under the single glow of light in the room given off by the desk lamp.

“Wh..what?” I first stuttered.

“Your reputation,” she replied sweetly.

“What reputation?” I asked softly.

“You know, the reputation about you ‘breaking girls in’,” she ardently replied, smiling and quietly closing her textbook. I watched as she stood up and gracefully made her way over to my bed and sat down. “Let’s take a break for a bit. Come sit by me, will you, Evan?”

Calmly, I shut my textbook and sat down beside her. Looking over at her, I could see her amiable smile. She had and incredibly attractive and smooth face. Carefully, she took hold of my hand and squeezed it tightly. Such smooth skin, I thought. I figured I had to go for it here; I couldn’t let down my reputation.

I romantically took hold of her and laid her down on my bed. For the next hour or so, I think, I didn’t really keep track, if you know what I mean, we made out on my bed. Sydney was an impressive kisser, one of the best, if not the best, I had ever had the chance of having on my bed. I made sure not to disrupt the setting, as I carefully smoothed my hand across her thighs and breasts. I could tell she enjoyed every second of it as she toyed back with similar arousing reactions.

We laid on my bed for a while after we finished, staring at the ceiling and talking to each other. We talked about her move here and our common interests, all the while we played with each other’s hands, as we got to know each other better.

Then, at about 11:30PM, I walked her down to my front door.

“I had a great time, um, ‘studying’,” she whispered in my air, leaning back to beam at me.
“Yes, me too. We’ll definitely have to ‘study’ again,” I chuckled.
“Tomorrow night, at my place. My parents will be gone, so they won’t bother our ‘studying’,” she acknowledged, giving me a soft brush on the face as she turned around and made her way out the front door.

“See you tomorrow, then, Sydney,” I crooned. She laughed and gave one final reply, “bye, Evan,” as she smiled, walking off into the darkness of the night. I retired to my room for the remainder of the night. It had been a good night, I thought to myself as I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“I love this bed,” I said to myself, smiling as I closed my eyes and fell asleep until morning.

I awoke in the morning feeling great and refreshed. With haste, I made my way off to school; of course I was eager to see Sydney. I was unusually eager, actually. Normally, I’m not this excited to see a girl, but I was this time. I mean, I’ve ‘broken numerous girls in’, but I’ve never felt this way about one of them before; I was perplexed.

I caught up with her before my first class started. She embraced me with a hug as we greeted each other and chatted real quickly. Before we knew it, the final bell had rung and the hall was empty. We fell against each other and laughed about what we had just done. Reluctantly, we let each other go, and I watched her as she trailed off to her next class, longing for her return.

I promptly made my way to my locker to gather my books for my first class of the day.

“So how’s Sydney?” I heard a voice speak from behind me. Startled, I banged my head against my locker door. I turned around and saw Paul grinning at me.

“Fine,” I replied, as I turned back to my locker to get away from that dumbfounded grin of his.

“What’d you two do last night?” he persisted, peeking into my locker with me.

“Who said we did anything?” I retorted as I shoved him aside and grabbed the book I needed.

“Oh, I’m just guessing, considering I’m your friend and your ‘legendary’ reputation,” he snickered with a smirk on his face.

“Whatever man, we didn’t do anything.” I started off towards my class, but Paul followed; I forgot we both had the same class first.

“You can try and hide, Evan, but your reputation precedes you,” I heard him shout at me as I kept walking. Paul was stopped behind me, and soon I too stopped. I turned around and faced him.

“Reputation? What is my reputation with girls anymore? I think Jesse and you have taken it too far,” I came back in his face and stared at him. He stood there, frozen; his face was calm and collective as he looked back at me. “Whatever,” I finally spoke, upset, as I turned around and finally headed to class.

I steered clear of Paul and Jesse for the remainder of the day. The day seemed to drag on and take forever. Thoughts of Sydney kept running through my head, as well as thoughts about tonight, and thoughts about my reputation. Just what had it become? Sadly, I didn’t know. The only time the day didn’t drag on was during chemistry; I at least had Sydney sitting next to me to entertain my eyes.

[Swimming Bird]

Periodically, we whispered back and forth to each other, and through the whispers I caught wind of her address so I knew where to go that night. It was heavenly just being able to sit next to her and whisper in secret to her. I had never done this with any of the girls I had made out with before. It was a new experience and relationship for me.

At last, nightfall came and I drove my way over to Sydney’s house. When I arrived the entire house was practically dark, except for a few lights left on. No cars were parked; she wasn’t lying about her parents not being home. For just moving here, her house was a mansion. It wasn’t too shocking, though. Just by looking at the way she dressed, you could tell her family was well off.

I made my way up the front steps and hoisted my book bag over my shoulder as I knocked on the front door.

“Go ahead and let yourself in, Evan,” rang Sydney’s voice through the speaker just left of the door. I casually opened the door and stepped inside. “Be down in a minute!” echoed her voice from upstairs. I hung around downstairs and milled around as I waited. Looking through the pictures on the front desk, something caught my eye.

I slowly picked up a picture of a middle-aged man and looked him over. Stunned, I realized the man looked incredibly similar to me. It was as if I was staring into a mirror and I was looking at myself.

“Oh, that’s daddy,” rang an angelic voice from behind me; it had to be Sydney. I spun around and looked up the spiraling, cloth-covered staircase and saw the most wonderful sight I had ever laid eyes upon. Sydney stood perched on the stairway, wearing dark-red silk pajamas that showed off her incredible legs and stomach. Her light-brown hair was drooped perfectly to the sides of her face. I could definitely tell there was going to be more than ‘studying’ going on.

She lightly made her way down the stairs towards me and leaned up beside me, grabbing hold of my shoulder.

“You look incredible. I’m not so sure I’ll be able to concentrate on chemistry,” I said to her, laughing.

“Well, that’s what I was hoping for,” she laughed back.
“I was just thinking how much your father and I look alike,” I replied casually, as I placed the picture of her father back down.

“Yes, you do! Isn’t daddy just a cutie?” she asked, beckoning for me to follow her upstairs. Cutie, I thought? She thinks her dad’s cute? I wasn’t going to waste time thinking about it, though, as I followed her upstairs. We made our way up to her room, and as we entered, I could definitely tell studying was the furthest thing from Sydney’s mind.

Candles were lit throughout the room; they were the only source of light. Soft, ambient music was playing from the corner and a sweet, soothing fragrance filled the air.

“This is quite the study setup,” I smiled as she shut the door behind us. She sat down on her bed and motioned for me to sit next to her; I did.

“Daddy and I used to study in my room as well,” she said to me as she gazed into my eyes. “He was a cutie, just like you!” With that, she took a hold of me and pushed me onto my back. I had to stop and think for a moment, though. She studied up here with her dad, in this arrangement? What did she mean by that, and why did she keep calling him a cutie?

She celestially sat on top of me and hovered above as she looked down and looked seductively into my eyes, smiling that warm smile.

“Evan,” she began. “You were one of the first people I heard about when I first moved here. Your reputation is one of the things that caught my attention.” My reputation, huh? Here we go again with that. She continued on, “I’m kind of embarrassed about this, actually. You see, I heard about the way you have with girls, and to be honest, I was attracted to you by that. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be dirtied up. I was hoping you could help me, unlike daddy.”

Hold up, what was going on here? Dirty her up, unlike her father? What was she talking about? “What do you mean dirty you up? What’s this about your father?” I suddenly froze and asked her.

“Evan, I heard about how you welcome new girls by ‘breaking them in’, making love to them. I’ve always wanted to make love to someone, but there has never been anyone. Daddy would toy with me when I was young, and we would go in my room to study, but he would always hold back. Now daddy’s gone and there has been no one.”

“Your father would toy with you? What’re you talking about?”

“You know, stuff like we did last night, kind of.” I suddenly began to feel sick to my stomach. “I was hoping you could ‘break me in’ and help get me dirty. Evan, please, make me dirty. Make love to me here. I’ve waited for this moment; I’ve always wondered what it was like to be like all the other girls and be dirty. Evan, don’t let your reputation down.”

Reputation? My reputation had deceived me again. Never had I actually made love to a girl; I’ve only made out with new girls. That’s all my reputation was! What had my friends done to me and said about me? Sydney was lying on top of me now, playing with my hair and working my shirt off. I couldn’t do this. I wasn’t that kind of person to go that far with a girl. I couldn’t do that to a girl unless I was really in love with them. I was just into making out with girls, not making love!

After a moment, I felt the warmth of smooth hands run up and down my thighs. I began to slip in and out of consciousness as I began to become aroused. Soon, I dosed off and slipped into a dream.

Sydney had removed my pants and shirt. She proceeded to strip from her shirt and pressed her breasts against my chest. I felt her warm breath tickle my neck as she blew on it and began kissing it. I took hold of her and began making love to her. It was amazing as we held each other tightly and felt the warmth of each other’s naked bodies. We caressed each other as we continued to make love.

I could feel the excitement and pleasure mounting as Sydney moaned and screamed. It was the first time I had ever been in this position and I loved every second of it; the pleasure, the excitement, the smooth skin of Sydney, and the screams of arousal.

In a panic, I awoke from my dream and regained consciousness of my surroundings. Sydney still lie on top of me, coaxing me into her desires and wishes. I could hear her murmur the same line over and over, “make me dirty, Evan, make me dirty.” I wanted to, believe me. I wanted to with all my might, but I just couldn’t do that to this girl. I wasn’t that kind of guy to take advantage of a girl like this when she’s so vulnerable, I was better than that, and I was better than what my friends thought of me.

She continued whispering the same line into my ear as she moved across my body, running her fingers softly up and down my body; oh god did it excite me, but I couldn’t let it get to me, I just couldn’t.

“Sorry, Sydney, but I have to use the restroom real quick,” I suddenly shouted out, gently pushing her off of me as I standing up.

“Okay, cutie, but be sure to save it for me,” she replied in a bewitching manner, smiling at me. I hurried out of the room and shut the door behind me. I made my way down the hall to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Exhausted, I collapsed to the floor and slipped in and out of consciousness. Baffled, I hunched myself over the sink and turned the faucet off.

I threw my head underneath the cold water and kept it there for a couple minutes; I had to regain the right state of mind. When I was done, I dried myself off with a spare towel and collected my thoughts. What was I going to do when I went back into the room? Should I go along with her game and ‘dirty her up’? Or should I tell her the truth about my real reputation and tell her that we should take the relationship slowly? I contemplated the crossroad that stood before me for a couple minutes and then finally came to a decision; I’d tell her the truth and that we should take it slow.

Slowly, but calmly, I made my way back down the hall towards Sydney’s room. I could hear some sort of noise escaping the closed door as I moved closer. When I got close enough, the noise was clear as day. The noise coming from the room was a gentle, soft moaning of Sydney. I wondered what she was doing, so I cracked the door open a bit.

As I peeked inside, I could see her lying on her bed, but I couldn’t make out what she was doing. I opened the door a little bit more and then it was clear what she was doing, she was lying on the bed, naked, and masturbating.

Taken aback, I quietly shut the door and slumped up against the wall. Now what was I going to do? I couldn’t just walk in on her like that and tell her the truth. Should I go in and help her? Yes, I decided, that’s what I was going to do. I had to live up to this new reputation and show my friends how it’s done. I wasn’t going to let them or Sydney down.

Excited, I slowly opened the door and began to make my way in. Suddenly, I stopped. I began to hear something else. All of a sudden, Sydney began screaming again. She was having an orgasm, I thought. She was calling out a name, though. I listened intently, and then deducted whom she was calling out.

“Daddy! Daddy! Oh, Daddy! Harder! Harder!” came Sydney’s screams from within the room. My eyes went wide with shock when I heard this. Quickly, I shut the door and took off running. I had to get out of the house. There was no way I could go in there now. She was already too dirty.