Take it Easy – Chapter Five: Heterochromia Iridum – part 1C

Take it Easy – Chapter Five: Heterochromia Iridum – part 1C

“But other times?” He queried.

“Yup.”

“My boy Aaron’s growing up.” He told Jake as he high-fived me. David likes to think of himself as my mentor, even though I have way more luck with women than he does.

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“Is she hot?” Jake asked me, ignoring David.

“Cutting straight to the point, as usual…”

Jake merely winked in response.

“Gorgeous,” I replied, “she looks like a model and plays basketball for The U, so she’s in really good shape. Also, she has an amazing singing voice.”

“You didn’t say she was in college, homeboy!” David cried.

“Yeah, she’s just a freshman, though.” I grinned at their awestruck faces.

“Damn!” They exclaimed in unison.

Coach K was getting impatient. “Let’s go, ladies! Finish putting on your makeup and get out here!” He’s a cool guy, but not the biggest feminist.

We sprinted out to the court and formed a half-assed circle around him.

“Stretches! Touch your toes.” He barked.

From all of my years of karate, I was pretty flexible; I bent at my waist and let my palms hit the ground, my fingers splaying outward. The stretching continued in this vein until it was time to do whatever Coach had planned.

“Today, we’re playing dodgeball.” He declared. He then divided us into two teams.

I took a look at my team; David and Jake were both on my team and the rest of the people looked somewhat athletic, so I was happy.

Coach K lined up a bunch of foam-ish balls in the middle of the court. “When I blow my whistle, all of you run to grab the balls from the middle.”

He blew his whistle and the game began. David, Jake and I made it to the middle before anyone else and picked up all of the balls but one. We passed them out to our team members and started picking off players from the other team.

Soon, just Jake and I were left on our team with one guy on the other team. We coordinated our throws to give him nowhere to go and won the game. In the midst of our post-win celebratory dancing, I noticed something strange. In the corner of the gym was a slightly built guy, maybe a few inches shorter than me, wearing a brace on his presumably broken nose.

Could it be? I didn’t think so, but how many people could fit that description? Our town isn’t exactly small, but there couldn’t be many broken noses at any given time. I decided to go talk to him, ignoring my instincts to leave it alone.

“Excuse me, is your nose broken?”

“Obviously.” He shot back without even looking up.

“How did that happen?” I asked him innocently.

“Fell off my bike.” He replied tersely. “Can you leave?” This time, he looked up. There was no hint of recognition in his eyes; I knew he wasn’t the guy.

“Right. Sorry to bother you, dude.” I walked back to the locker room to get changed into my normal clothes.

I was deep in thought, wondering who the mystery attacker was, so I didn’t hear Jake talking to me.

“… Aaron? Aaron.” He waved his hand in front of my face.

“What?”

“I was talking to you, dude.”

“Sorry. Thinking.” I apologized only somewhat sincerely.

“I was asking you if you thought I should ask Lana out. You seem to be pretty good with these things.”

“Umm…” I paused to make up a lie. “Lana’s actually not dating right now: she’s kind of trying to focus on school and stuff.” I silently congratulated myself on what I thought was an excellent story.

“Yeah…” Jake said, not entirely convinced. “She’s so hot though, right?”

“Totally, dude.” I had stopped listening again. Who was this crazy guy that Nicole had been dating and why did he react so badly to her dumping him? Did he go to our school, or was he older? I resolved to interrogate Nicole about him later.

“Seeya, guys.” I said as the bell rang and I strolled off to art.

I sat down in the same spot as the previous days and waited for Lana to come in. When she did, I waved her over.

“Hey, Lana, I have something to tell you.”

“Ok?” She said somewhat nervously.

“Jake wants to go out with you. I told him that you weren’t dating right now because I wasn’t sure if you wanted him to know the truth or not.”

“Oh. Thanks.” She seemed relieved. “I guess I’ll have to tell everyone else the truth eventually.”

“Yeah, I don’t know how long you’ll be able to keep this a secret, so it’s probably best to tell people before they find out some other way.”

At that moment, Ashton walked into class. “Hey Aaron, Lana, are you guys going to Mitch’s party on Friday?”

“Yup. Are you?” I answered.

“I think so.”

She sat down and we went through class, learning about the principles and elements of design. I already knew most of the material, so I just doodled for the entire period.

The bell rang and the class filed out. Ashton and I were the last ones in the room, held up by a stuck zipper on my backpack. When I looked over at Ms. Archer, I saw that she was also packing stuff up to leave.

“Can I trust y’all to turn off the lights?” She smiled at us.

“Sure,” I smiled back, “have a good evening, Ms. Archer.”

She left the room, leaving Ashton and I alone. Ashton had dressed a little differently today: she was wearing a minidress that only came down about halfway down her thighs and exposed a definitely-against-dress-code amount of cleavage. Her cross-legged position on top of the desk next to me showed off her silky-smooth, lightly tanned legs.

When I finally got my backpack unstuck, Ashton put her hand on it to keep me from picking it up.

“Y’know, Aaron, we’ve never done it in the art room.” She said seductively.

“Ashton, Nicole is waiting for me.”

“She can wait a few minutes more.” She declared. She got up off of her desk and walked over to mine, putting her hands around my waist as she pressed her mouth to mine.

“Mmm!” I exclaimed into her mouth. She smelled nice, like lavender or something girly like that. In the midst of thinking this, my brain was urging me to tell her that we would get in trouble, but my body was slowly shutting down that impulse.

I pushed her away, perhaps a little harder than necessary. “Ashton, we’re going to get in trouble.”

“C’mon, no one’s going to catch us. Besides, I’m so horny.” She moaned while she fumbled to pull my cock out through the hole in my boxers.

“We should stop having sex in such hurried situations.” I told her.

“I agree” She finally got my cock out and admired it in its half-erect state. “You have a very nice cock, Aaron. Have I ever told you that?”

“I’ll never get tired of hearing it.” I quipped with a grin.

Ashton grabbed my cock and started stroking up and down its length. I sighed in pleasure when she took the head into her warm, wet mouth.

Just then, I got a text from Nicole.

Nicole: Hey, Aaron. Brittany’s giving me a ride home from cheer practice. See u at home.

I slid my phone back into my pocket and focused on the situation at hand. Ashton was sucking my dick as if her life depended on it, but suddenly, she stopped.

“Actually, my parents aren’t home, so let’s go to my house; I want to try something new.” She suggested.

“I’m down.” I said, wondering what she had in mind.

We rushed to our cars and drove to her house; we had to drive seperately because it would be suspicious if Ashton had to go back to school to pick up her car. As she had promised, her parents were not home. Still, I decided to park sort of far away, just in case. She led me into her room and pushed me onto the bed.

“Stay right there.” She ordered while she went to her closet. When she came back, I saw what she had grabbed and my eyes bugged out.

“Why do you have lube in your closet?” I asked her, my heart racing.

“For situations like these,” she explained, “now, help me lube up.” She knelt on the bed and lifted up her dress to reveal her round, firm ass.

“You were planning this for a while, weren’t you?” I noted when I saw that she was without panties.

“Guilty,” she giggled, “now c’mon, we don’t have all day.”

I undid the top of the lube bottle and squeezed some out, right onto her completely shaven asshole and pussy. I rubbed it in a little with my thumb, and then slowly forced my index finger into her ass, one digit at a time.

“Aahhh…” she moaned, “add a second finger.”

I obliged, pulling my index finger out and sliding it back in with my middle finger. I kept sliding them in and out until her sphincter relaxed substantially.
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