Monday, January 26, 2009

The Other Girl (Part 3)

Melissa made note that Misty was not at school on either Thursday or Friday.. By Tuesday, her curiosity got the best of her, and she asked Jon.

"Hey, I haven't seen Misty around.. Where's she been?" Jon shot her a look of shock and hurt, as if she had just slapped him in the face. It was fleeting, but Melissa caught it.
"She's on vacation with her parents.. out of town until next week." he answered flatly with his face following suit.
"Ah, I see.." Melissa said.
"So, uh.." Jon smiled at her and cocked his head to the side, "You still need a ride home tomorrow?"
"Yep." Melissa said with a touch of reluctance. It may be time for me to start looking for other options.. she thought to herself.
"Alright then," he replied with a satisfied look. "I'll see you then."

Jon stood waiting as Melissa packed up her instrument. She stood and followed him toward the band room door, passing by Mr. Owens on their way out.

"See you tomorrow guys," Mr. Owens said, looking up from his stack of sheet music. "You kids behave yourselves."
"Always," Melissa answered, her eyes meeting his. He looked at Jon who gave a quick wave and raised an eyebrow.

Jon led the way through the parking lot to his truck again, opening the passenger door for Melissa, as usual. The ride to her house was always the same.. small talk and pleasantries. No real meaningful conversation. Melissa was half tempted to bring up Misty again, but questioned herself 'Why?' and couldn't seem to come up with an answer.

Jon killed the engine again today and was reaching for her before she had pressed the button on her seat belt. Melissa's breath caught in her throat, a little taken aback by his eagerness. He was already kissing her and pulling at her clothing.

"I want you.." Jon whispered as he took her hand and pulled it to the waist of his pants. He gripped her hand tightly and shoved it down into his pants. Holy shit.. Melissa thought. What the hell am I supposed to do? It was the first time she'd ever had her hand in someone else's pants before, she wasn't quite ready for this.

Melissa paused for a moment.. as if time had stood still just for her, so she could think for a moment. She slowly pulled her hand back and gently pulled away from Jon. He leaned closer and kissed her again. Melissa scooted back in the seat away from him and mumbled that she needed to go.

Jon looked a little hurt, but was still grinning. He breathed heavily as he watched her put her clothing back together.

"I've got lots of homework tonight.." Melissa lied as she straightened her shirt.
"Sure," Jon said, smiling at her, his eyes working their way over her body.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Melissa said.
"Of course." Jon answered, starting the engine.


Irish Gumbo said...

This Jon guy, he's not a gentleman is he?


Father Muskrat said...

My goodness gracious, what a pervert. I'm appalled. I was agape, but I closed the hatch long enough to type.

steenky bee said...

Wait. This isn't Twilight? Vampires would never do such filthy things.

Pamela said...

Okay. It's time we put this out there for everyone:

This is not fiction. It's actually about The Mister, and his actual name is actually Jon, and the only bit changed to protect the identities of the innocent is that he drove a chevelle and not a truck.

Don't call him a perv... how else would Mary have found her calling as a... oh, never mind, I don't want to give away the end of the story where we learn of Mary's calling to johns.

Kat said...

I say once again. I am getting my girl chastity belts!

Mama Dawg said...

Ok, well, it finally got to a point where that was NOT how usual car kisses ended up. Jerk.

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