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As Joshua passed Keisha Evan's chair he smelt the faintest trace of lavender. He paused, but only for a brief instant. Not adequate to let on that he noticed her. But he did. There was nothing about her that he did not admire, even though she made a point of continually tormenting him in class, generally in front of others. And today was no different, as the word "pervert" slipped through her silken lips. He grimaced slightly before deciding he truly did not mind the offense. At least not that he'd let on. It meant she noticed him. Maybe not in the way he preferred. The way he dreamed. But that was alright. At least she noticed.
The Faintest Trace
As soon as he was clear of the classroom he paused once more, turning ever so slightly as he passed through the doorway. What he found surprised him, for as his eyes scanned the room in hunt of her, he found she sought him back. He allowed his lips to curl up in the faintest of smiles. She excited him. Her lustrous deep brown eyes made him catch his breath with an anticipation of what it would be like to have those sensual, moist lips press firmly against his. Not that that would ever happen. At least aside from his most intimate of dreams.
It was she that broke their gaze first, while he still stood riveted to the ground, savouring the moment. By the time he moved away, he knew she was interested in him too. She may not let on in front of the others, but it was now too positive to ignore. And that was something he could live with.
Joshua was the fifth of six tall brothers, and as he wandered further down the hall towards his destination, he hesitated for a occasion to reflect on his image in the long narrow mirror face the school office. He was handsome enough, just like his brothers, but his stature was more like that of his mother. Short and slim. Where all the others were tall, stretching well over six foot three, he had not grown past five eleven. And in his family that was determined a runt. He had endured ridicule from his brothers over the years and it had progressed into his school activities where others had taken up the role of tormentor about his slightness of size and quiet, unassuming demure. With his mother on his side he had survived life at home. But in all else he was on his own.
Keisha Evans was as beautiful as she was unobtainable. His brothers, complicated in assorted sports at their local high school, were the ones that attracted numerous girls. Not him. Not ever. Besides, with constant ridicule Joshua had received wee attentiveness from the unobtainable girls that he beloved over the meek, quiet girls that seemed to show him the most notice.
Today was different. With a quick grin, he decided that here was the opening to prove to all, he could woo the lustrous Keisha, and prove to all that he was as worthy as his brothers that boasted of their exploits, even though none had come so close as to accumulate a girl such as the proud and beautiful attractiveness Keisha Evans.
Without someone else conception Joshua proceeded steadily down the quieting hallway, all way to his locker. It was located in a secluded angle of the far west wing. Even in that he felt the outcast as he swiftly twisted the metal ring nearby on his lock, punching in the code of numbers. His hands proved to be nervous today, and it took him several attempts before he arrived at success and swung open his crowded cubby to accumulate the textbooks he needed for the next class.
He was so preoccupied that he did not notice she had arrived until he felt a polite touch brushing along his shoulder. It made him jump. As he turned he came face to face with the exotic, extraordinarily rich, brown eyes that attracted him from the start of his school year. Keisha Evens had arrived. They were alone in the hall as most students had made their way to their next class already.
"What?" he stuttered nervously, feeling enormously less positive then he did moments before about his ability to woo this vibrant attractiveness of a woman.
He watched her glancing nervously around, before she turned back to face him, expectancy on her brow. With a faint smile on the turn of her lips she hesitated only briefly before speaking. "Do you want to...?"
He watched as she bit into her lower lip gingerly. With her presence he was feeling flabbergasted and the elegance of his speech eluded him. "What?" he mumbled again, wishing his tongue would loosen up once more. He could not help but stare at the gently flow of the upturn edge of her lips. The lips he so often longed to kiss.
"I can see you're interested in me." She stated sweetly, her eyelids drooping ever so slightly as she wiggled seductively his way. Her hand leisurely strolled along his shirt sleeve, sending tingles throughout his body. He was shocked. His mouth dropped open when he began to fully comprehend what she was offering him.
He felt her press something firmly into his open palm, while his arm still hung limply at his side. It was a small plastic condom secured neatly in a protective case. Suddenly his binders slipped from his other hand, scattering on the ground at his feet as he gasped amazed at her suggestion. This was more than he figured he would ever have happen, no matter how much he longed for it to occur.
"I mean, I like you too." She stated again, this time shifting both her hands to taste the front of his shirt as she moved in closer still.
Confined in the middle of the cold steel locker behind and her warm sensual body in front, Joshua couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly stimulated. Here she was presenting him with an opportunity. A opening he figured would never occur in the middle of them. "But I conception you didn't like me that much!" He husked roughly, his voice deepening, and for the occasion he decided to cautiously doubt her compassionate sincerity. She had raised her voice too often in the past to embarrass him for him to be too undoubtedly accepting offer now.
She pressed in even closer, locking him in the middle of the lockers and her soft body. "That was before." She whispered, her mouth widening to delineate her glistening smile. "But I like you now. A lot. I have been meaning to catch you alone for a undoubtedly long time before this, but was too shy..."
Joshua doubted that she was being entirely truthful, but held his breath once more. She was intoxicating. Enraptured by her scent and the soft contours of her slender figure, he moved to draw her close. He felt himself getting caught up in her offer though his mind was plagued with indecisions. She pressed her lips against his, and he moved to respond. But as things proceeded rapidly, his doubt of her sincerity was growing. Was she prominent him on? Embarrassing him? Or was she undoubtedly interested in him in this way, after so often shunning him in the past? He allowed her to continue to lean in close, enjoying the feel of her in his arms before he felt her shift gently away.
"Not here." She cautioned seductively in his ear. The sound of her alluring accent drew him in once more.
"Then where?" He stuttered quickly, his eyes riveted to hers as she gestured to the vacant storage room over the hall from where they now stood. He was customary with this room as he had often been asked to accumulate assorted supplies for teachers throughout the few years of his education at this school. It was where most of the school's paper supplies had accumulated over time, and rarely was visited or ever locked. It was also known as the make-out room among the majority of the students. He never had opening to enter there for that definite speculate in the past. But today was swiftly proving to be very different.
With the slim condom still clenched tightly in his fist, Joshua followed Keisha into the room before conclusion the door behind them. But as length separated them for a occasion it made him lively once again about her sudden interest in him, especially in regards to this matter. What had changed in the middle of them? Why would she now show interest? Any interest? Especially in such an overwhelmingly sensual and unexpected way?
As she moved up to the end of the room where the long office table stood cold and bare, his feet did not move to follow. Riveted to the spot, he stood, watching as she hesitated for a occasion before lively back over and preceding to unbutton the front of his shirt. This time her touch made him felt different. This time he felt uneasy, for she did nothing to disrobe herself.
"Keisha," he sounded, a hushed echo reverberating harshly against the cluttered shelving units lining both the walls of the narrow room. He reached down, tenderly grasping her hands while bringing his solid gaze to challenge hers.
She glanced back seductively, her smile turning somewhat more callous then before. "What?" she questioned. "I know you like me. So why not let us have some fun? I won't tell a soul what happens here!"
His doubt increased. "You wouldn't?" he questioned, turning his head towards the finished door. Suddenly that door seemed to isolate him from what his life had been like before now, this moment, standing with the girl of choice, establishment to be intimate with her. He could not help but remember how often in the past she was one who took pleasure in causing pain, and he had been the brunt too many of those attacks. "I seem to recall how you often took the opening to embarrass me in the past. You even called me a pervert not ten minutes ago, in our last class. What changed since then that you would want to have sex with me now?"
He watched her bite her lower lip anxiously, her eyes dropping slightly to avoid his gaze. "I never meant to hurt you intentionally." She tried to persuade. "You know what it is like? everyone expects so much of me! I just didn't want the others to know how much I like you is all!"
Joshua pondered her words. If that was true then why the sudden need for them to enter into such a blatant relationship. "You undoubtedly wouldn't tell others what happens here now? I mean your friends...wouldn't they know we were having sex? Especially when you're not in class with them right now. Won't they miss you?"
"No." Her tone became hardened and cold. The atmosphere in the room shifted from a warm alluring feeling into a cold sense of dreariness.
Joshua sighed. He wasn't so sure she was telling him the truth. But he allowed her to continue to unfasten his shirt buttons until it now hung loosely against his chest. It wasn't until she reached for his belt that he nervously grabbed her hands once again. "Hey." He complained, feeling awkward. She had still not taken off a single item of clothing. "Why do we have to do this? Why not just go out and do something together, like see a movie or get some pizza?"
She paused, taking a step back. Her length gave him a opening to think more clearly. As much as he was willing to proceed, he was becoming increasingly skeptical of her advances. Was the need to change his life so dire? Was his own self dignity and credit worth this exertion to do this confidentially with her? Did he undoubtedly have whatever to prove whatever to her...to others...to his brothers? Even to himself?
In their occasion of silence Keisha nervously rang her hands together. "I ah, I..." there was someone else long pause before she glanced towards him, this time her eyes did not hunt his out. "I can't go out with you. We can't be seen together places, or...what would the others say?"
"Can't, or won't!" Joshua felt the hurt as he moved to refasten his shirt. As he did Keisha suddenly moved in close, attempting to divert his attention.
"Come on...don't you want to do this? I promise I won't tell any of the others. We can just have some fun and no one would know!" Her voice now held the hint of sarcasm as her hands reached for his belt once more.
"I would know." He responded quickly, and moved to preclude her once more. Within seconds of removing her hands from his clothing the door suddenly swung open, admitting a gale of giggling girls into the already cramped and cluttered storage room. Startled, Joshua moved further back against the shelves, attempting to avoid the crowd. The girls surrounded their friend, and he struggled with shame as Keisha shared the antics of their assumed rendezvous as if it had undoubtedly already occurred. He felt trapped as she degraded him once more, teasing about size and ability and whatever else she could think of to make him feel less worthy of her attentions.
His face still flushed, he realized that it was all too apparent she had no intention to undoubtedly have sex with him. That once again he was being used as the brunt of her callous teasing. The girls had been improbable to arrive as his pants were been peeled off. All he could do was stand back embarrassed, watching Keisha's lovely expressions change into the hideous, horrendous beast she truly was, as she spewed out made-up details of their intimate moments together.
It was then that he remembered the words his mother had often spoken to him in the past when his brothers humiliated him at home about his shortness of stature. She often explained how his brothers were desperately contentious to win their father's prideful demands of them. And how lucky he was to not to have been viewed with the same expectations because of his lack of stature compared to them. His mother cautioned about how hurting people reacted, often retaliating by being hurtful to others, such as his brothers had done so often to him. That they were undoubtedly jealous of his relaxation to do and be what he wanted. That he could pursue his own interests far away from the athletic scene if he chose. He had not undoubtedly believed it all until now. That was, until this occasion in the storage room.
His focus returned to the present, and he now perceived the vibrant, proud Keisha vanish, as she spoke to the others estimation to make herself appear exalted at his expense. As he watched, he now noticed more than he had improbable to ever see. For now he saw that her need to expose him as the fool also painted her with the same brush strokes. Her need to exalt herself over others was, in fact, showing how much she lacked of her own self esteem. And therefore magnifying her own foolish decisions. He felt pity for her for the first time in his life. Pity for her and the ones, his brothers, that caused him so much hurt in the past to cover their own anxieties.
With a new, proud estimation he reacted suddenly, lively through the crowd of girls until he was within inches of Keisha. She stiffened as he drew his arms nearby her, pulling her close as to prove to others that they were lovers she had painfully painted them as. He grinned boldly before he spoke. "Oh Keisha, as fun as this all was..." He paused as she glared heatedly his way. The room became silent as all others waited to hear what he had to say. He grinned through the feeling of her nails raking his chest as she attempted to force him further back. This time he was the one in control of his life, and that power felt good. He no intention of giving it back. He was risking too much. He would not let her win this one. Or any other.
"Next time we do this, do you think you won't be so quick to jump me so that I have time to put this on?" He grinned mischievously, lively transmit to steal one more deep sensual kiss before placing the thin plastic wrapper firmly into the soft palm of her hand for all in the room to see. Without a second discern he shoved his way through the now muted group and back into the hall. As the door finished in behind him, he once again heard the gale of giggles, this time as the girls now turned the focus back onto their friend's foolish actions.
Joshua took a deep breath before refastening the rest of his buttons up neatly. He paused briefly, only to accumulate the scattered binders he had dropped moments earlier, before lively back down the hall towards his next class. The farther he walked from the sounds of the girl's giggles, the more he smiled. He realized now that he truly did not have to prove whatever to anyone. And he vowed that from now on he would never allow whatever to ever take benefit of him again. From now on he would keep his pride. And at least now he had tasted those sweet lips, and they were not nearly as exhilarating as he had once dreamed they would be. So, with one last grin, he sauntered down the hall knowing if he had won this battle, the next would be even easier. And the challenge of his brothers was not something to be feared but expected. But in that too, he planned to win.
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