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The School Auditorium

Novel By: Arthel Goldstein

A hunk Senior guy -- Kyle Hernandez, who had everything --, was heart broken because her girlfriend -- Ashley Lopez -- dumped her because she was blackmailed by her school mates. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Dec 15, 2009    Reads: 377    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   

Puzzled about what had happened, we prepared ourselves, went out of the auditorium through the secret passage silently. The nervousness on my face was still obvious. She broke the silence and said:

"That was great," as she fixed her hair while walking with me.

"I know, but---"

She interrupted me as she put her index finger on my lips, and went on:

"I'll take care of it," she quietly answered as she closed my zippers.

I was shy, but it was great. I felt it, stopped for a moment, startled on what she did, checked my watch, and knew that it was already a quarter past six. We made out for a while, feeling the cold breeze that chilled our once again, hot bodies. We walked along the hallway, down the stairs, and then finally at the school ground. After a couple of minutes, the street lights turned on as we exit the school together with the remaining teachers, and bid goodbye to her. She gave me a sexy wink before she stepped in the taxi, and finally, she shown me a hand gesture saying, Call me tonight.

It was 11 o'clock. My parents were out of town for a month because of business matters, and it was a really good news to me. I was at my study table that evening, doing my assignment, but he stopped, for I was bored. I walked slowly along the hallway of the house, trying not to disturb our maid sleeping, who was a less hot version of Ashley. I went downstairs, slowly, ever slowly. I was about to use the phone, but then it rang. I picked it up. It was Ashley.

"How come you didn't call me?" She questioned me in an annoyed voice.

"Well, I was about to."

There was silence. I brought the wireless phone and went on the balcony and continued:

"I'm still nervous."

"Don't be. I have the camera. They left it while they were running away."

"That's crazy, but, have you deleted the pictures?"

I would've asked, "Was it good?" But Ashley interrupted:

"Of course, I did. What they're going to plan, as we speak, won't happen."

"Can I see you tonight?" I grinned, and felt hot at the moment.

"I can't. I have curfew."

"Well, then, see you tomorrow."

I hung up the phone, pissed because he can't meet her tonight, but maybe, probably, more than that.


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