The Agreement
6 A Rose
“AND THEN HE SAID, ‘You can’t have the easy white girls and the classy black women, too.’ Can you believe it? There were seven of them!”
“How come we never saw that in the locker room?” Lionel asked.
“What do you mean?”
“With balls the size of yours they must hang to your knees, brother!”
“No, they’re pretty normal and up…” Liz broke off what she was saying and looked around at the rest of the table. “Uh… not that I’d actually know,” she finished lamely. That turned the focus on Liz and she blushed so hard her freckles all seemed to join together. The more I got to thinking of it, the more I figured she did it on purpose. It stopped any talk of my behavior in Denise’s neighborhood. I noticed Hannah was grinning at me and rolled her eyes at Liz.
“Brian, I’ve never ridden a horse. You have to teach me before we go to the dude ranch next week,” Samantha said. “Can Hannah and I come out to your house this weekend and learn to ride?”
“Hey, that’s a good idea, but you girls really need to get riding boots. It limits the kind of rides they’ll take you on if you don’t have proper boots.” Samantha turned and looked at Hannah.
“Shopping!” both girls shouted. That took the focus off Liz and three other girls wanted to go shopping, too. They didn’t care what for.
Friday lunch was a knock-out. I’d promised to take the girls riding on Saturday after Hannah finished collections, but they had to have boots. I hoped it wasn’t too much of a strain on either of them financially, but the weekend would be a lot more fun at the ranch if they could really ride. I remembered the difference between the rides the camp kids got this summer compared to what Jennifer, Courtney, and I went on. I hadn’t seen them yet and wanted to make sure they’d managed to get boots but I was sitting at the drama table with Candace. We’d started rehearsals with a read-through. I was in both acts, but I had the same line every time until the last one. The director said that after this week I wouldn’t have to attend all the rehearsals, but there would be one a week that I would be expected at. Mostly she was working on music.
We were laughing and talking about the show when Mercedes looked up and dropped her fork. She was looking right over my shoulder when she said “Holy shit.” I thought someone was headed for me to attack me and spun around in my chair.
Hannah and Samantha were about ten feet from me and approaching in perfect sync with each other. They both wore red cowboy hats and red gingham blouses that were cut to show off their curves. Below that they were wearing denim miniskirts that were technically higher above the knee than girls were allowed but since it was Friday and the cheerleaders were all in uniform the school was kind of lax on the rules for everyone else. I was jabbering in my mind as my eyes worked their way down two of the most fabulous pairs of legs I’ve ever seen to red cowgirl boots. I think I’d only ever seen Hannah’s legs when we were swimming or wearing shorts in the summer and last Easter Sunday when she wore a dress to church. There was something about seeing her bare legs sticking out under a miniskirt that gave me impure thoughts. Times two. I knew for a fact that Samantha’s legs were as smooth as silk and that smoothness went all the way up to her bare pussy.
“We bought boots,” they said in unison. “Do you like them?”
“Oh! God!” I said. “I like them.”
“Hey, he’s busy with Candace,” Joe said. “Why don’t you come over here and tell me all about your boots.”
“Joe!” Candace barked. “They’re our girlfriends. Leave them be.”
“Besides, we need Brian’s okay on our whole outfits,” Samantha said as she perched on one of my knees. Hannah took up an identical seat on the other knee. “My skirt’s so short I can feel your jeans on my butt,” Samantha whispered. “Are my legs smooth enough?”
“And mine,” Hannah mimicked Samantha’s teasing voice. “You’d better check.” My eyes popped wide open as I looked up at her. She nodded. I looked at Samantha and she nodded, too. I let my hands slide down off their waists and touch their legs just below the hemline. I’d had both of them riding on my shoulders in the lake or pool and held their legs then, but this was completely different. There wasn’t a reason to touch their legs other than to feel how smooth they were and both girls were like silk. Hannah whispered in my ear. “Samantha taught me about that cream she uses. I can’t believe how smooth my legs feel, can you?”
“I can’t believe you are letting me touch your leg, sweetheart. Thank you.”
“I might not like kissy stuff, but I am your girlfriend. Now Samantha? She’s your girlfriend, too. And she likes kissy stuff.” She grinned and then turned to Samantha. They jumped up off my lap and faced me.
“Now can we ride tomorrow?”
“Oh, hell yes. As much a dunce as I feel saying this, though, you’ll chap your little butts in those skirts. You’d better wear jeans.”
“I thought I was going to end up having to wait until Christmas to get another date with you.”
“I was afraid with the new agreement you wouldn’t even want to go out with me.”
I was holding Rose in my arms as we danced after the game Friday night. By some miracle we’d won. Chad even got to play the last quarter and I was glad the front line gave him adequate protection. We didn’t score in the last quarter, but neither did North Manchester. We’d held hands all through the game and then at the dance Rose even wanted to hold hands during the fast songs. I was beginning to get the hang of this dancing stuff. The DJ tonight seemed intent on playing a lot of slow ones and Rose had her hands wrapped around my neck and her breasts pressed as tight to my chest as we could get as we sort of shuffled our feet around the gym.
“The agreement is a good idea. It makes us feel safe to explore and date. But there are some people we each trust more than others. Still, if we get asked out we have a kind of protection.”
“How do you mean?”
“I went out with John Powers last Saturday. He took me to a movie. Before I agreed, I made him read and sign a copy of the agreement between the two of us for one night. He thought it was odd, but we were pretty relaxed when we went to the movie. I held his hand, but we didn’t do anything else. We had a soda after the movie and talked for a while, but there was no spark there. He’s a nice guy, but I doubt he’ll ask me out again, or that I’d go. He didn’t walk me to my door when he dropped me at home. If he had, he might have gotten a goodnight kiss. His loss, I guess. I realized when I got inside that I didn’t really care.”
“I’m glad the agreement worked out. I’m sad though that you didn’t have fun.”
“I had fun. Like I said, he was nice and we had a good time. There just wasn’t any spark. When a girl gets home from a date she’d like to look forward to the next one—with that boy.”
“Is that what you thought about with me?”
“With you? Truth?”
“Yes. Absolute truth.”
“When I got home after that night at the fair, all I could think about was that I couldn’t wait for you to ask me out again. I kept telling myself how stupid I was to tell you I wasn’t going to date you steady the whole time I was masturbating that night.”
“Rose!”
“You said ‘truth.’ How about you? Do boys think the same way?”
“Truth?”
“Absolute truth.”
“I couldn’t wait to get to my room that night so I could masturbate while I relived every second of sucking your nipples. It was all I could do to keep from calling you as soon as I got home and asking you to go out again right away.”
“Well, you did call me the next day. That’s another strike against John. No call. I’ve only said hi to him in the hallway once this week.”
“I think that’s another unwritten rule. Call. I’d better tell Mr. Raymond.”
“He is one scary dude.”
“He’s really nice, but I worry for Denise.”
“Um… Brian? Would you like to kiss and touch me some more tonight?”
“God, Rose. Yes. But we can’t really do that on the dance floor. Ms. Hammer has looked at me twice when I was just thinking about letting my hands drift down from your back. I keep thinking she’s going to come over and demand that we have a foot between us while we’re dancing.”
“Fuck her.”
“No thanks.”
“Let’s go for a walk and make out. We’ve got half an hour before your folks come to pick us up.”
We gathered our jackets and headed for the door.
“No re-entry,” Ms. Hammer said.
“No, ma’am. My folks are supposed to be here soon. We have to go out and wait for them,” I said. I swear she rolled her eyes.
Rose and I found a quiet place just around the corner from the gym door that wasn’t too well lit. It was a little chilly and we cuddled together as Rose raised her lips to me. I hesitated.
“I give you permission to kiss me, Brian. And to touch me any way you want, outside or inside my clothing,” Rose said. I moved to kiss her. “Above my waist,” she added hastily.
We kissed like long lost lovers. Not frantically but seeking out each other and being joyful in our kiss. I didn’t grab for her tits. I think I surprised her, though when I slipped my arms around her under her jacket and held her to me. After a while kissing and just stroking her back—above her waist—I dropped my hand just far enough to slip beneath her cheer sweater and feel the bare skin of her back. Rose shuddered and held me closer, kissing me more passionately. I was lifting her sweater up in back, but it was under her jacket so no one could have seen where my hand really was. I just caressed her back and reveled in the touch of her skin. I know a lot of guys figure they have to touch a girl’s breast, but believe me, touching her back was giving me a real charge.
Of course, eventually I encountered her bra strap. I bent my arm far enough that I could stroke right past the strap and up onto her shoulder. Petting her bare shoulders under her sweater was turning me on like crazy and Rose was rubbing up and down against my cock.
“Brian, you’re driving me crazy. Aren’t you going to touch me? I mean my breasts? I love what you’re doing, but my nipples are begging for your touch.”
How could I deny her? My hand floated back to her bra strap. I’d never done this before but I’d examined Betts’ bras in the laundry. It wasn’t so much because they were her underwear as to figure out how they worked. It only took a little fumbling before I got Rose’s catches loosened. I think she was a little surprised by the sudden freedom her breasts had, but she turned in my arms slightly so I’d be able to reach her breasts without killing my hand between us. And there they were. I’m not sure there is any feeling better than running your hand over the full, excited nipples of a girl who is kissing you like her life depended on it. And still rubbing. Rose was four inches shorter than me now. She had my thigh clamped between her legs and rubbed herself up and down against it. She was also doing a good job of rubbing my cock against her tummy. By our breathing, I knew we were both close and I was thankful the come wouldn’t show through my jeans. I didn’t think. I saw lights enter the parking lot and looked up to see my parents’ car headed toward the pick-up area.
“We’ve got to go,” I said urgently.
“Oh, not yet!”
“No. If we don’t go now they’ll know we were sneaking around. Pull your jacket closed.”
“My bra.”
“No one will know.” We walked around the corner of the building and out beside the gym steps as if we’d been waiting for them and got in the back seat. Dad said hi and we drove out to Rose’s house. It’s farther from the high school than our place, so we had about fifteen minutes in the back seat. With Dad right there in front of us, we couldn’t exactly keep making out. I know for a fact that Candace watched Whitney and me in the rearview mirror. Rose fastened the middle seatbelt and turned so she was cuddled up to me. I looked at the angle her jacket was hanging and decided it was worth a shot. I slid my hand back up under her sweater and found her left nipple with my fingers. I had my left arm around her shoulders and she just kept cuddling into me as I looked straight ahead. She was quietly whimpering as I played with her nipple and kept putting her mouth against my chest. That was pretty exciting for me, too. She’d found my left nipple and was sucking it right through my shirt. She stiffened up and bit my shoulder hard for a few seconds when I pinched her nipple. Dad pulled into her neighborhood and I walked her to the door.
“You made me come!” Rose whispered to me. “I almost screamed.”
“Yeah. That probably left a mark.”
“I feel like a terrible girlfriend. I should have gotten you off. You’ll get—what do they call them?—blue balls.”
“No, I won’t. Sweet Rose it will take me fifteen minutes to get home. It’s eleven-forty-five so that will make it midnight. Give me five minutes to say goodnight and brush my teeth and another minute to get my clothes off. That will make it twelve-oh-six. Lie in your bed and think about me because at twelve-oh-seven, less than half an hour from now, I’ll be coming while I’m thinking of touching you.”
“Believe me; thinking of you touching me, I’ll be coming, too. Think of… of rubbing your cock on my breasts until you come.”
“God, Rose! I might not even make it home if I think of that. Goodnight, girlfriend. I’m so glad you’re in my life.”
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