Chapter 2
#2 of The other side of the fence
Chapter 2
You made it home without any trouble. Your father and mother both worked during the day and wouldn't be back until around 5:30ish, so you still had a healthy cushion of time until they got home. Good, you didn't want to have to tell them you walked a girl him, only because every girl you talked to made them both think you were dating them. It makes telling them anything about your friends hard, considering most of your friends are girls. Lesbian girls at that. You went right into your room, not feeling like getting a snack from the kitchen. You toss your bag full of homework you have no intention of doing onto your bed. You plop down into your chair and turn your computer on, after all, who leaves their computer on all day? That's bad for it. Anyways you open the same three tabs as always. Facebook, Tumblr, and Youtube. There's a friend request, for you. You check it and of course it's Mary. Of course you accept it, quickly moving onto the Youtube tab and queuing up one of your many playlists of obscure music. Oh, Mary sent you a message.
Mary: Hi Dre!
Well she certainly seems more comfortable online.
Javandre: oh hey mary. you know you really didnt have to send me the request like...right away? Mary: Well yeah I know, but I just really wanted to talk to you! It's easier to do it like this. Javandre: like this? what, do you mean online? Mary: Yeah! It's a lot more comfortable for me to do it like this, you know? Anyways sorry about making you walk me home and stuff. Oh and uh...sorry about holding your hand too. Javandre: nah its cool mary I wanted to do it anyways, as for the hand holding I really didnt mind. After all who wouldnt want a pretty girl to hold their hand?
You could admit you were a bit of a flirt. What? Like you wouldn't flirt too.
Mary: You...you think I'm pretty? 0//x//0 Javandre: haha not only do I think it I know it. Also thats a pretty cute emote, I dont think ive ever seen anyone else use it Mary: Thanks! Oh shoot I have to go, my mom is calling me. I'll see you at school tomorrow! Javandre: oh alright mary, bye
And with that she was offline. You couldn't help but notice that her profile picture wasn't of herself, just a drawing of a sheep. Whatever, some of your friends pictures aren't of them. You pretty much sat in your room until you were called out for dinner, which you retrieved, and brought back into your room. When you returned to your room you noticed another message from another one of your friends.
Emma: omG DRE WHY WERENT YOU ON THE BUS??? hoLY SHIT DID WE LEAVE YOU? Javandre: hey emma and no I was...with a friend I guess Emma: haha what? I thought all your friends were online~ Javandre: dude how is that even a thing to say, youre my friend and I know you irl Javandre: also so answer your vague "what" which I know youll follow up with by asking "who" it was the new girl mary
Javandre: I walked her home Emma: mary?? oh!!!! the cute sheep girl, so is she...you know... Javandre: is she what?
Emma: you know...lesbian? Javandre: dude... Javandre: before I even think about answering that, why are you asking? Emma: hey I just want to know the playing field! Emma: so come on whats she into Javandre: she seems pretty straight laced, no pun intended, so I doubt shed be into your doggy ass Emma: fkhajsjdnalskdn Javandre: how is that even a response to what I just said? Emma: anyways I was just wondering if I had a chance with her Emma: alright I have to go do stuff that you wouldnt care about! Javandre: so anything? Emma: haha FUCK YOU TOO Emma: <3
You're kind of starting to wonder if you'll ever be the one to end a conversation. Oh well. Shit how is it 10:30PM already? Time flies when you're dealing with your retarded friends. You really don't feel like pulling an all nighter on absolutely nothing again. You shut down your computer and move over to your bed, stacked with a fresh folded set of clothes. Jesus, how did you mom come in here without you noticing. You promptly spread the clothes all over your bed and make a makeshift blanket to use while you lay on your actual blanket. Yes it's silly and no you don't care. You fall asleep within a few minutes and oddly enough you don't have a dream. Your dad told you once if you don't dream, someone is laying awake thinking about you but that's also silly but you don't know if you care yet.
You awake to the sound of the familiar, ever blaring sound of your alarm clock. You roll over to your side and see 6:00AM in florescent red lettering. You stand up from the bed, cracking your back, neck, and knuckles before going into the bathroom for your morning shower. You didn't bother to slip out of yesterdays clothes before going to bed, so you did that as your let the shower run until it was way too hot, just how you like it. After shedding your clothing and letting a fair amount of steam fill the bathroom you step into the shower. You let the burning water pour over your head, chest, stomach, and crotch. You were by no means fat nor were you considered muscular. You were just stacked, powerful especially in the legs making you much faster than most think you'd be. Your dreads fell down from their drawn back mane, covering your face, hanging down to just below your chest. You slick them back and notice your bright red cock was already throbbing out of it's sheath. You look over at the clock just above the door to exit the bathroom. 6:03AM. You still had about two hours before you even needed to catch the bus. You never knew why your parents always kept so many clocks around the house but you were thankful for it. You move your hand down, taking two fingers and running it along the tapered tip, until the whole mass of your vascular 9 inch member was hanging out. You gently wrap a paw around the shaft, stroking slowly. You never were a fan of moving too fast, in fact you much preferred the slower style of things, taking in every second of each experience that you could. Slowly you massaged your thick cock, this session lasting about 15 minutes, before you shot 6 thick, breathtaking globs of sticky white onto the wall of the shower. You angled the shower head down and washed the seed down the drain, stepping out and grabbing a towel that you wrapped around you waist, then going back into your room. You close and lock the door then slipped on some plain green boxers, long white and black shorts that went all the way down to your shins. Why you bought such long shorts you'll never know.
You grab a shirt, a picture of a cat skull on the front and flames right under it. You quickly remove the all too douchey shirt and replace it with a shirt you got from your grandmother, which had a simple smiley face on the chest. Much better. It's only 6:30AM and you still have hours to kill. You move over to your computer switching it on and opening youtube. You piss away the next hour and a half watching let's plays, before you saw the clock out of the corner of your eye. 8:05AM. You have 20 minutes before the bus arrives, so you set off. You wave good by to your parents who were both talking about something or the other, you open the door and walk briskly to the bus stop. There's a couple of freshmen, a sophmore, and another junior there waiting for the bus to arrive. You don't know the names of the other kids, aside from chet, a duck with a special affinity for sports and talking way too fucking much. Of course he stands right next to you, going on and on about how a guy your size could be an all state linebacker or an amazing defensive tackle. You just sort of nodded, until the bus got there, which you boarded as fast as possible to escape the beaked chatter box. You sat down, tossing your bag down to the outside of you, making it impossible for anyone to sit there who wasn't terribly pushy. Thought your appearance was threatening enough that no one would opt to sit next to you unless they had to. You leaned on the window of the old bus, just watching the world pass by.
You feel a light tapping on your shoulder. You look over into the aisle and notice Mary standing there as awkward as ever, a simple brown messenger bag slung across her shoulder, her cream colored turtle neck sweater on her torso, and a long (for someone who was 5"2) heavy, black skirt covering her chubby legs. Almost like you were expecting her, you moved your bag out of the way so she could sit down, which she did. "Sorry about the bag, no one ever really sits next to me." You chuckled out, trying to make her feel comfortable. "It's okay...so...about what you said yesterday...um...about hanging out. D-do you want to hang out at my house after school?" She asked, setting her bag in her lap, then her hands atop the bag. "Uh...yeah sure, I don't have any real curfew so it'll be fine." You shrugged and smiled warmly at her. You noticed she remained quiet through out most of the bus ride until she spoke up again. "Um...can we hold hands again? It was uh...p-pretty nice..." She spoke barely above a whisper as she looked off to the side. You moved her hand, setting it next to hers, palm up. She rested her hand in yours, then you promptly and gently intertwined your fingers. Her small hand was pretty much ice cold against your ever warm paw. For whatever reason you were always a warm person, which is what permitted you to wear shorts in january, You could see a slight smile creep onto her face and her chubby cheeks flush a gentle shade of red. You could feel your own face get a little warmer at the sight of her own adorableness. The rest of the bus ride was carried out in happy silence, aside from the normal obnoxious chatter of the other students. The bus pulled up the the school and both you and Mary shuffled out, hands still intertwined neither one of you wanted to let go. There it was. Highschool...fuck.