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She took a sharp breath as I flipped her over. I wanted to see her butt as I took her. Our sex was like our relationship: it was physical and a rush. Not that we hurried once we got started, but it was more that everything seemed to be at a level of ten out of ten in everything we did. She liked that I would try things with her. I liked that she was as turned-on as I was. Brook Davis was a passionate woman who rocked my world.

What I enjoyed most about her was she pushed me to go on new adventures. When I made my goals, I had added that I didn’t want to have any regrets about missing out on anything. With her, it was always an adventure, and now that we were having sex, it was even better. There was something about doing something physical and being on a rush and then having sex. It was simply better. You seemed to feel more. Orgasms seemed more intense.

I still had doubts that she’d be faithful to me, and that big concern weighed in the back of my mind. For now, I was willing to risk it and just enjoy the moment.

Speaking about enjoying the moment, suddenly things felt a whole lot better. Luckily the big brain registered that something was wrong and just before reaching my climax, I pulled out. Sure enough, the condom had ripped. Brook wasn’t happy that I made a mess on her backside, but the alternative was worse. I expected that Brook was protected but didn’t want to press my luck.

“Put it back in,” Brook whined.

She must be close. I instead used two fingers to get her to the finish line. I had my duffle bag on the floor of the back seat and found a towel.

“It stinks,” she complained.

I just got dressed. Brook cracked me up sometimes. One moment she would be flying around a track on a motorcycle, and the next she would pull the rich-princess routine. Not that she was ever a bitch about it or showed off her wealth; there were just little clues that hinted that Brook came from money. A good example was the towel. Shouldn’t they all be clean?

“Afraid you’ll get cooties?” I teased her.

“If I’m ever going to get them, it’ll be from you.”

I pinned her to the back seat and gave her a raspberry on her neck.

“David!” she squawked.

I let her up, and we got into the front seat to go home. When we were pulling up to her front door, Brook had a good idea.

“We should wear these outfits for Halloween.”

I’d been thinking about when it would be okay to wear leather pants in my town without everyone wondering about me. They had seen me in other weird clothes, but this outfit might make them all talk. Then it dawned on me that Brook had, in effect, secured me as her date for the Halloween dance. She was devious. I simply played along.

“Sounds like a plan.”

Brook tried but failed to hide her look of self-satisfaction. Girls always thought they got the better of us.

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Chapter 18 – Some Roads Lead Nowhere Friday October 2

Today had been test day. I could never figure out why teachers felt the last day of the week was the day students would be most focused on their studies. Wouldn’t it be obvious we just wanted to get ready for the weekend? For my test in PE, I walked Coach Diamond around all the weight machines and explained what they did. I know what people think, and it’s true: being a jock did have the benefit of a sure ‘A’ in PE.

Trigonometry was easy for me. I loved that they gave us multiple-choice questions. I think Ms. Lowden just wanted to use the scanner to grade the tests instead of trying to read our handwriting. That was when I found out how many people had smart watches in my class. The teachers hadn’t yet figured out that we could send messages with them. There were rules about your phone being turned on during class. The genius was that with the smart watch, all it took was a touch to revert it back to an actual watch. Afterward, I was told that you could also store the different formulas on your watch beforehand. That little factoid would have been too much temptation because memorizing the formulas was a pain.

I thought about why we hadn’t been discovered as of yet, and then it came to me: teachers wouldn’t spend that kind of money on a toy or electronic gadget unless they were really a techie. What I did know was that at some point we would get caught. After I received a message for the fourth time about needing help with a question, I took my watch off. The capper was the answer given was wrong. If anyone would be made an example of, it would be me. Moreover, I had actually studied.

My next two classes were English–Short Stories and Life Drawings II. Neither was geared towards taking a traditional test. In Short Stories I wrote a story about the day Precious and Duke ran away and the imagined fun they got into. In Life Drawings, I did a charcoal portrait of Halle. I liked it enough that I decided to use it as the basis for my final project.