What a good boy…Chapter 13

Chapter 13

I walk to class with Gwen and Sophie and she’s so looking at me. Gwen does this side shift and then I’m walking between these two hot girls. Sophie’s looking at me as we head in from the halls to the cafeteria and Sophie’s getting us coffee’s while Gwen is getting some fresh cookies. The caf makes cookies in the morning and sells them all day but they’re best when they’re done in the morning.

Love a good soft fresh cookie. I don’t really like them any other time. But you know a serious advantage with hanging out this morning with Gwen and Sophie?

Watching them and other girls eating hot and melty chocolate chip cookies. The swoony sounds, the faces, the way they lick lips and suck away at chocolate. If I was heading towards being turned on I am now.

Oh yeah wow.

I try some myself too but I’m so not girling over the chocolate thing I really almost wish I did but I don’t want to be a girl so…but for me the best part is the fact they’re peanut butter…I really like peanut butter when it’s in cookies and stuff.

I take a drink of my coffee.

“So are we okay Sophie?”

“Uhm…yeah it’s just…”

Gwen grins. “She was all freaked out about being lesbian with you might mean she’s actually a lesbian with born girls.”

“I’m not a girl, I just have a vagina now.”

“Yeah and just because you have a sexual encounter with someone with one doesn’t lock you down to being one sexuality. It’s cool Tracy she’s over it.”

“Are you?”

Sophie nods but she looking a Gwen and blushing and I know that smile of Gwen’s. I look at Sophie again… “Tracy….”

I smile and step up and give her a hug and sort of hold her as I look her in the face. “Hey it’s okay…you still think you might like me?”

She nods. “Yeah.” She’s sort of looking around and we’re getting looks and she shyly bites her lip then gives m a kiss. It’s good and not one of those making out kisses but not a peck either. It’s good…I kiss her back and run my hands down her back to her butt and feel…she tenses flexing that great ass under my fingers and yep…wet.

If regular girls are as horny as I am then I so get why they go to the bathroom all the time and not because of the smaller bladder either.

I end up going to the ladies room and using a thin pad after a bit of touch and wipe. Then we’re off to classes.

It seems the kiss has become the talk of the school.

Frank shoves me into the lockers hard between classes and I come off of them and punch him hard and as fast as I can in his side. He staggers back and kids clear around us and I dance back my hands up. He glares at me, snorts. “Faggit.” but he moves away like he’s dismissing me.

I watch him go and see him reach over and hold the spot I hit before he makes the corner.

Sleek…speed equals power….how’d you like that asshole.

I’m revved up but okay through the rest of the classes until break ad apparently that’s making the rounds too.

I’m getting looks by a lot of people some are even appraising? Sophie comes over with Gwen and the girls and she gives me a chocolate milk. “Congrats, I heard you gave Frank back just as good as he dished out.”

“Yeah…I’m actually working on that stuff. I figure it’s not going to go away.”

Molly Parker one of the soccer girls laughs. “I was there and seen it Tracey you gave him back a lot more than he dished out.”

I blush a bit.

Gwen says. “Hey that’s our Tracy, cute guy, bit of a hot chic too, and the best of both worlds.”

Some of the girls are looking at me. I’m blushing but kind of smiling shyly. “Gwen…”

“No seriously Tracy, you’re a guy and a decent guy but you’ve got Vee now too and you’d just get stuff that other guys wouldn’t.”

Molly’s all. “But that’d be like lesbian stuff.”

“Or a guy that actually knows his way around a pussy.”

There’s some laughs but there’s some more looks. Honestly girls talk about sex and guys like this way more than people think they do. Then Gwen pulls my shirt up in the front and grins. “Check out the abs…”

“Gwen c’mon.”

“Tracy don’t sell yourself short.”

One of the other girls asks. “So how’d you do the BF/GF sex.”

Gwen answers for me…yeah you ever have that pushy chic as a best friend? “Fingers, thumbs, and oral…he could get a strap-on and never…never get soft and he’s like I said…he really knows his way around in the right ways.”

I’m really getting looks and Sophie…is she still staring at my abs?…maybe lower?

I decide to step up my own bit of the whole sexual conversation. “Mom’s going to let me do some adult toy shopping online.”

That got attention. There’s a collected mixture of Holy shit and WTF’s.

Molly asks. “You’d use them?”

I nod then shrug. “Hey even if you don’t have a penis you still masturbate.”

Gwen grins. “In my case a lot.”

There’s some laughs. Apparently Gwen’s always been a bit open and graphic. I look at them. “Hey I’m human and have needs too.”

There’s a lot of them sort of nodding but also some saying. “Lucky…god that’d be cool.”

Sophie nods. “I’ll agree to that…lucky, I’ve been with two guys that I’d never have been with if I knew I had something like that home.”

I look at her. She blushes and shrugs. “Sometimes we get horny too Tracy and rubbing one out and fingers only goes so far before you want more…and most of the time that guy that’s more turns out to be a mistake. You’re lucky because my parents, My Mom would not be that cool.”

Molly nods. “One of the reasons that Shawn MacDonald is never single. He’s kind of an ass but he’s got serious unicorn going on.”

“Unicorn?”

“Hung so much you really don’t believe in until you see it.”

I know Shawn and he’s kind of a cool guy but a player too and a bit of a butthead sometimes…it’s the swagger he gets pussy and lots of it and it’s gone to his ego.

The girls are laughing, some blushing and there’s a few comments about how it’s sometimes not finding a way to fix a bad boy but it’s the fact some of the bad boy asses can really shag.

We head back to our classes and I can’t help but to muse on the strange place I’m drifting into…guy, not guy…lesbian but not…getting some interest…And it’s all the girls, mind you not all the girls just kind of that jockette crowd. I’m either ignored by the guys completely, o some of them snerk and snark at me and some like Frank….need to get physical.

It’s like I sort of really match my name because It can be either, I’m not either…I’m both.

The other classes are iffy, there’s some teachers that still don’t like me because of this and some are just trying to tune me out. Shop’s still my thing really and I finish off the hope chest I’ve been doing. That’s an assigned project. I chose that instead of the gun rack because well we don’t have guns at home. Dad’s not a big outdoorsman the closest thing we have are some not very often used fishing poles.

I start my guitar well mostly it was getting the wood for the body together set and glued, that’ll take awhile to set and cure right the teacher said so I’m starting some things I want to take home. See in shop you can take home what you make or leave it for auction. If you make a lot of things them the teacher will charge you a materials fee.

I end up drawing out some stuff for my room. I want some serious shelves in like an entertainment unit for all my games and stuff. I kind of want a better room because I’ll be starting high school next year and I want to really have a cool room.

Which gets me thinking of other stuff I want and need.

Lunch is pretty normal with me grabbing a quick bite and going to the gym. It’s open to the students at lunch time to keep us motivated to stay in shape and I hang out with Sophie and the girls as they play a light game of five on five basketball. They’re not going into the sweaty zone but pony tails swishing and jiggle bounce and sway…God bless the jump shot and the three pointer shots.

Sophie…I swear she’s looking my way from time to time and she’s putting some extra jiggle sway shake in her moves. And her chocolate Hershey kissey nipples are hard and poking through her bra…and her top. I’m really in this happy spot and I can’t help but watch stare and get my backpack and jacket…I turn the folding chair around, drape my jacket over it facing me and put my backpack in front of me letting my jacket hold it from fall through the chair back.

I look like I’m leaning on my stuff.

In reality I’m pushing my achy Vee into my backpack full of books to sort of relieve things…it helps and it doesn’t. I’m watching Sophie with the damp palms, dry mouth and damp pussy.

She comes over and gets her bottle of water and I beckon her over. She smiles. “Hey…what…” I motion for her to get closer and she leans down and we share another kiss. “I so want to be your wishbone.”

She breaks the kiss and backpedals to the game a light smile on her face but her eyes are saying that she wants it too…that she wants to do bad things to me.

I want her to do bad things to me.

I catch a thumbs up from Gwen…I’m pretty sure she actually had sex with Sophie, she’s just. She’s Gwen and she’s not anything I thought she’d be but actually knowing her now I can’t see her any differently.

Afternoon’s English and Math and then I’m done. I might’ve stuck around for the practices with the girls but I head hope because of the online shopping that mom and I are going to have.

I’m a bit nervous, this is something that guys shouldn’t do with their mom’s. But honestly taking the thoughts from today into account I’m kinda both. I’ve got to find a way of making that work for me other wise my life will just really, really suck.

Mom’s out when I get home and dad too so I get my hands washed and start supper. Shake and Bake chicken easy and a house favorite. Then a salad…romaine, a bag of baby spinach, some cucumber sliced up and some honey sweet onion. I’m not a skilled kitchen person to like slice and dice but there’s a thing on the side of the box grater that’ll give you nice fine slices. We all like different dressings so that goes in the fridge and desert well we have ice cream.

Yeah…I do a lot for my folks but they do the same here and well mom’s different. But while you can be a kid for so long and a teen for so long you should not just goof off all the time as a teen. Life can kick your ass, it can do it fast….part of being a teenager is to get yourself together as a teen so once you’re out on your own you’re better prepared.

So…getting a job soon and a summer job. I’d like to get wheels by the time I turn sixteen. I head upstairs setting my watch to the oven and I set out my homework and stuff on my desk/table and change into my work out stuff.

Run on the spot, jump rope…stretches. Then start on my math do a page of problems, push ups, do a few more, then sit ups. I do my English reading with those. I prop the book up on a pillow tuck my feet under the bed and read do ten sit ups and hold the crunch until I’m done reading both pages. I do sit ups until I’m done the chapter and then I type out my report on my computer and fill in the hand in sheet.

I hit the bowflex and use that until I’m done the rest of my stuff. It sounds like a lot but it actually helps me concentrated because I can work out my body while working out my homework in my head and all that blood pumping and stuff keeps me sharp.

Y’know I’ve though about books and lessons on like download so I could listen to them while at the skate park. Or maybe even sleeping? They say people learn languages that way.

Before the heavy bag and my boxing I run down and take the chicken out and put it on paper towel to cool and drain. Then I stick it in the microwave, put the stuff I used in the dishwasher then head upstairs with a bottle of V-8 juice and a stolen wing from the chicken.

I have that before the bag and surf online for shelving units that I want to build and print instructions for making electric guitars for my shop class. I don’t need to, but y’know if you really meet them halfway then most teachers will go even further with you. It’s that whole want to learn being a big thing for them.

I just get done the boxing exercises and my shower when I hear Mom and dad pulling in. I get into my house sweats and an old baggy tee and head down to meet them.

Mom comes in with bags and so does dad and mom’s smiling and she looks at me. “Good news!”

“What?”

“I bought you some sex toys.”

“Mom!”