It was hard to comprehend what had happened that night at Day's house. There was no way to discern why it had happened, but I knew I wanted it again. The question was would she? Would she be cool about the way things went down or come out of a bag on me? One way to find out, I texted her on Tuesday *you, me, Saturday* *its a date* she wrote back. The first few days after our "encounter" were slightly awkward, it seemed like we had switched roles. I caught her staring me down more than once, and when I did she would blush, hard, and give me this shy cute smile. I noticed, but I kept it molvin, didn't want to make us obvious, you know?
I guess all the tension got to be too much for her on Thursday. She followed me into the bathroom during lunch and forced me into a stall. "I don't think I can wait for Saturday," she gasped between rough meetings of our mouths. She unzipped her Dereon skinny jeans, which were gripping in all the right places, I must say. To be quite honest, I couldn't wait either. I had her prop her size 7 Air Force up on the hand rail while I went to work, detailing that pretty little pussy. She was cumming within minutes, gripping the divider wall, she was moaning so loud its a wonder we weren't caught. She's pretty wild.
I didn't finish until 10 minutes before the start of third, I helped her back into her jeans and we walked back into the hall giggling like bad kids. As we walked, she grabbed my hand interlacing her fingers in mine. Standing in the recess where I had held her last week, we made out until the bell signaled the end of lunch.
On Saturday I texted Day telling her I'd be over around 9. *Is that cool with your mom and pops?* *Yeah, I'll be ready* I told her I was going to take her dancing, she walked out of her house in a purple freakum dress, 5 inch black heels, and a matching black clutch. My mouth was watering. "Hey, you look good," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "Thanks, so do you." But I'm damn sure she knew that already. "So, where are we going?" "I promised you some dancing right?" I took her to Fuego, this real, live reggaeton club, that I liked. We spent most of the night grinding to Pit Bull, Kat DeLuna, and Daddy Yankee. Later we went to the upper house where she taught me to salsa, bachata, and meringue.
After we left I took her to one of my favorite spots, it used to be a playground, now it was just a wide open space where you could see every star in the sky. "Jay, its beautiful up here, how'd you find this place?" "This is part of my story," I replied. She looked puzzled at first, then understanding crept across her face, "Tell me more." "I used to live in those apartments at the bottom of the hill, until my folks got divorced," I continued, "now I live with my mom in Newstrom and my dad lives on the west side with his new wife." I looked away, it always hurt to talk about my dad. "Jay, I'm sorry you didn't--" "Its fine," I interrupted, "you wanted to know, so that's my story." "I love your story, Jay..." her voice trailed off, she lifted my chin, kissing me softly. I knew what she wanted, but I just wasn't feeling it.
"I should get you home," I blurted. She looked me over, clearly surprised by my outburst. "Okay," she said, rising from the grass. I practically had to race her back to the car. "Day, come on, don't be like that. I'm not brushing you off--" "I get it, you don't want to tell me everything, its fine.