Sunday, January 25, 2009

The Other Girl (Part 2)

Melissa watched Jon closely at school over the next week. He still seemed to be hanging around Misty less.. They were no longer holding hands and kissing on each other all the time, this made Melissa breathe a sigh of relief. It sure appears that they've broken up.. she thought to herself. She certainly had no interest in making out with someone else's boyfriend.

The week was busy, Jon and Melissa doing little more than crossing paths at school now and then. He'd give her the occasional hug, as he always had, and confirmed on Tuesday that she would indeed need another ride home from practice on Wednesday. His dark brown eyes sparkled and he grinned while they talked. She knew what he was after.

Sure enough, as he pulled his truck to a stop in the driveway the following afternoon, Jon killed the engine and gave Melissa a flirtatious smile. She took off her seat belt and he pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arm around her waist. Jon leaned in and kissed Melissa as he reached his other hand up her shirt. My, he moves fast! Melissa thought to herself. But, feeling secure that she was not intruding on another girl's territory, she didn't protest as he reached around her and unhooked her bra.

They sat there in the truck for a few more minutes, succumbing to the power of their teenage hormones. Then Jon sat back and looked at Melissa, she squinted as the afternoon sun was sinking lower and his face became a shadow with an orange glow coming over his shoulder. He touched her face and said, "I better get going.." Melissa smiled back at him and he gave her one last kiss.

"Okay," she answered, letting go and reaching her arms around her back to re-hook her bra. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yep." Jon answered, starting the engine. "See you tomorrow."

7 comments:

Irish Gumbo said...

Hmmmpph. Should I be getting ready to administer an asswhuppin' on this guy? Just say the word...:)

Father Muskrat said...

What a pervert!

The Mister said...

Guilty...

Kat said...

I swear I am getting chastity belts for my girls!

Mama Dawg said...

Sounds like my teen years.

Pamela said...

@ IG and Father Muskrat: Asswhupping? That's not a very nice way to end a good feel-up. And calling pervert? Come on, now. This sounds a little like pot calling kettle, and also pot wanting to kick kettle's ass.

Silly boys.

Irish Gumbo said...

@Pamela: HA! Madam, I cannot claim to not have picked up a few smudges from the kettle (sotries for another time), but in my defense I would add that I have wanted kick my own ass ever since...:)

 
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