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  “It’s Freshman English with Miss Rodarte. Do you know her?”

  “OH, Miss Rodarte, ha! All of the guys like her. She is pretty hot for a teacher, but don’t let that fool you. She’s a tough grader. And her essay assignments are a pain in the ass. Don’t wait ‘til the last minute.”

  “Thanks for the heads up, I’ll keep that in mind. Damn, this school is huge.”

  “Yup, about five thousand students, but you know this school is probably one of the smaller high schools. Kennedy had close to eight thousand.”

  “Wow, it would have taken me an hour to find the classroom if I was lost there.”

  We both burst into laughter as we slowly approach classroom 115. “Alright, here it is. By the way, I’m Duke, captain of the lacrosse team.” I reach my hand out for a handshake.

  He shakes my hand firmly and smiles a little. “Thanks, Duke. I’m Henry. Lacrosse, huh? I was thinking about joining a sports team.”

  “Think about it. Tryouts for JV are in about a month. Good luck in class.”

  “Thanks, see you around.” I give a wave and begin the long haul back to Forensics.

  About four hours later, I hear the one o’clock lunch bell ring. Whew, last period is done. I can only take so much about the Civil War. History is not my strong suit; give me science or heck, even math, but not history. As all the students quickly hurry out of class and stroll off to their next period, I make my way toward the locker room. Taking my iPhone out of my pocket, I send a quick text to Melanie.

  Me: Practice should be over by 4. See ya later at my place?

  Seconds later my iPhone dings and I chuckle.

  Melanie: Yes, see you later baby. Xoxoxo

  Me: Texting in class are we? ;)

  Melanie: You are worth it! <3

  As I enter the locker room, I hear the guys talking about their summer adventures and a few guys notice my arrival. Jose, the team goalie, grabs hold of my shoulder and gives me a nod.

  “Duke, what’s up?” How was your summer? Anything exciting? I hear you’re dating Melanie now. How is she?” he asks with a sly look.

  I shrug out of his grasp and reply as I turn to my locker, “It was fine, and yes, I’m with Melanie, so don’t try anything, Jose. I don’t have time for your bullshit.” This guy is a total douchebag.

  Jose follows behind me and throws his hands into the air. “Hey, I was just asking, Duke. No harm, no foul.” I turn around and point a finger at him and warn, “You stay away from Melanie. I fucking mean it. I’m tired of you meddling, so fuck off!”

  Jose backs away slowly. “Alright, alright! Chill, Duke! I didn’t even do anything!”

  “Keep it that way.” I turn back around and open my locker, toss my backpack inside, and then head off to the shower. I feel my temperature rising and my breathing is sporadic. I hate that fucker. He’s always getting in my face and messing with my relationships. Honestly, he’s just jealous because he wants to be captain and is stuck at the goalie position. Ever since sophomore year, he’s been fucking with me. He got in the way of me and my first girlfriend. Ever. I should be mad at her but I’m not. She left me for him and he dumped her right afterward. So, now I’m always cautious of him. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he tried to put drugs in my locker, hence my daily inspection.

  The cool stream of water slowly begins to cool my body down as I start to breathe normally. If he fucks with Melanie, I’m going to beat the shit out of him. Melanie means a lot to me and I will not have Jose fuck it up.

  As I turn off the shower, I hear Coach blowing the whistle and yelling for us to get on the field. With all of this stamina and heated anger, this will be a great practice. Time to let off steam.

  I quickly jump out of the shower, wrap my towel around my waist, and shake my wet hair. Running over to my locker, I quickly grab my gear. I throw everything on and do a quick ‘inspection’ of the locker’s contents. I can never be too careful when Jose is lurking around. “Okay, everything seems good to go”, I say to myself. I grab a wallet-size picture of Melanie out of my backpack and hang it on the locker door next to the tiny mirror. My hair is a little damp and the dark brown strands start to form a wave. I comb my fingers through my hair to tame the forming curls. My hair isn’t long enough to touch my neck, but I keep it this length because Melanie likes to comb her fingers through it and grab onto it. Thinking about my dream last night, I silently chuckle.

  “Duke, get your ass on the field!” Coach yells at me and I practically jump out of my skin. “Sorry, Coach, I’m coming.” I grab my mask and run outside onto the field. Let’s do this.

  Duke

  My phone chimes as I make my turkey sandwich and I glance down to see the text.

  Melanie: I’m here. Let me up. ;)

  Me: Ok, I’m coming down now.

  I finish making the sandwich, take a bite, and head downstairs to let Melanie in. Opening the door for her, I pull her inside and get her backpack for her. I place her things on the floor in the corner. As I put them down, I feel her arms wrap around me from behind and she asks, “How was practice? I saw you running up and down the field, hauling ass. You had a lot of energy out there.”

  I turn around, grab her hip with my free hand, and kiss her lips. Mmm, she tastes good. I only intend to kiss her softly, but she suddenly pushes her tongue into my mouth and tickles it against mine. Oh fuck, that’s hot! I groan softly and can feel heat rising. I pull her in closer and brush my tongue against her bottom lip. She chuckles, looks up at me, and says, “You taste like turkey.”

  I look down at the sandwich in my right hand; it’s all squashed and the contents are all over the floor. Apparently, I didn’t realize I was squeezing it while kissing Melanie. She glances down to my sandwich and busts out laughing. I look at her and join in on the laughter. She grabs my hand and pulls me toward the kitchen. “Come on, let’s clean that up and make us some sandwiches”.

  “Hey, this was not my fault. You distracted me. I lost my bearings.”

  She glances over her shoulder at me. “Nope, you invited me over. This was all you.” she says as she waves her finger toward me. She smiles at me and then retreats to the kitchen. I grab the paper towels and a mop to clean up the mess on the floor. As she begins to make the sandwiches, I stop to give her a peck on the cheek, and just as I pass her, I give her a quick slap on the ass, and then jet out of the kitchen laughing hysterically.

  “Duke!!! Not cool! I spilled mayo on my new blouse!!”

  “Well, take it off and I’ll throw it in the wash!” I yell from the foyer. I hear her complaining from the kitchen, but deep down, I know she’ll agree. I bend down to scrub the floor and brush the mop over the stains a few times. “There, good as new,” I say to myself. Heading back to the kitchen to throw away the mess, I see Melanie sitting on the counter in only her underwear. My hearts drops. “Shit”

  “My clothes are dirty. I put them in the wash,” she says quietly. She crosses her legs and pushes out her chest. Her lace black bra curves around her perfect perky breasts and her eyes are full of desire. “Duke, what time does your mom get home from work?” I slowly walk toward her, grab onto her blonde hair, and bend down to kiss her neck. She gasps and lets out a moan. I kiss her neck and make my way down to her breasts. Her hands roam through my hair and her breathing gets louder. As I move up to suck on her bottom lip, I reach my left hand behind her and unclasp her bra. She wraps her legs around me and pulls me in closer. My erection pokes against her stomach. Fuck, I don’t know if I can take this much longer. My hand rubs her smooth back and removes the bra straps from her shoulders. I kiss her hard and rough. She returns the kiss, grabs onto my belt, and removes it from my jeans.

  “My mom should be home in an hour.” I look deep into her emerald eyes as she licks her lips and brushes her hand against my junk.

  “Tease.” She chuckles and bats her eyes innocently. She begins to unbutton my jeans and then unzips them.

  “Keep doing
that and I’ll show you that you can’t handle this” I warn her.

  “Oh, is that a challenge?” I unwrap her legs from me, pick her up in my arms, and run upstairs to my bedroom. I hear her laughing and she squeals loudly as I reach the top of stairs. As I step into my bedroom, I toss her onto the bed and turn around to lock the door as she calls out to me. I walk toward her and crouch down onto the bed. Grabbing her left leg, I begin to kiss it, as I trail more kisses upward toward her thigh. She throws her head back with a gasp, “Duke, you’re teasing me.” I close my eyes and chuckle. Yeah, that’s what she gets. She reaches down and pulls on my shirt to take if off. I help her remove it and throw it on the floor. She pulls me down to her and kisses me deeply, her hands going straight to my hair. She never gets enough of it. She must have applied a quick coat of lip gloss; her lips have a strawberry flavor. My right hand reaches down to her breast and I pinch her aroused nipple. She gasps in my mouth and I let out a groan. I enjoy her reactions when I touch her. She is so willing and gives me full control. Her ankles cross behind my back and pull me closer to her.

  I pause and cautiously ask, “Melanie, are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you.” We’ve only been together a few months, and I know she’s not a virgin, but I also respect women and will make sure she’s comfortable with whatever happens.

  “Duke, I’m ready. Trust me. Stop asking.” Melanie sits up to reach down and remove her lace panties and tosses them on the floor. She then reaches up to her ponytail and removes the elastic hair tie. Shaking her blonde hair seductively, she lets it fall over her shoulders. I kiss her and whisper, “You look so fuckin’ beautiful right now. I’m one lucky son of a bitch.”

  “No, I’m the lucky one. You’re amazing, Duke, you just don’t know it yet.” I shrug my shoulders and reach down to take off my jeans and boxers as I bend my head back and begin kissing her inner thighs. I can feel the heat rising from her as I make my way toward her pussy. Fuck, she’s already soaked. I kiss her mound and she gasps loudly. “Mmm, that feels good, Duke”. I slowly lick my tongue around her nub in a circular motion. She moves her legs and wraps them around my head and squeezes tightly. The room is filled with her natural scent as I taste her. I feel my dick throb against the bed and my breathing begins to pick up.

  “Fuck, Melanie, you taste so fucking good.” She’s so lost in pleasure she doesn’t even respond—only moans louder and louder. She then moves her right hand and I feel her fingers against my lips as she touches herself. It’s so fucking hot, I’m about to combust just like this. Right here, right now.

  I pull away from her and reach for the bedside table to get a condom. I glance at her as I roll the condom on and she is still working her fingers on herself.

  Climbing on top of her, I reach behind her to hold her steady. “Melanie, I’m going to love fucking you and I want to make sure you enjoy this as much as I do.”

  “Duke, just fuck me already!” Damn woman is impatient. I remove her fingers from within her and slowly push my hardness inside of her. Her inner walls are tight but lubricated to allow a smooth entry. We both gasp as I dive deeper inside.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight and feel so fucking good right now.” I feel the pleasure building inside of me and I begin to pump with a sensual rhythm. I move my hands all over her body, caressing her soft, smooth skin. I brush my fingers against her hard nipples and gently reach to her cup her ass with my left hand. Her breathing becomes staggered and rough as she moans louder. She calls my name as her inner walls begin to clinch and squeeze my cock. “Shit, Melanie, I can’t hold out much longer.”

  She grabs onto my shoulders and pulls me down closer to her. “Duke, I’m almost there”. Our bodies are sliding together as a powerful sensation soars throughout our bodies. We are slick with sweat and I can’t help but lick the sweat off her neck. I feel the orgasm reaching deep below ready to explode. I try to keep on pace so I won’t bust a nut before her. “Duke, I’m coming!” Her legs squeeze even tighter as I feel her orgasm vibrate throughout her body. I pump faster to make these last few minutes count as my orgasm finally reaches the breaking point. “Shit, Melanie, I’m going to explode”. I feel my release pour inside and fill into the condom. “Fuck, this is good!” The orgasm ricochets throughout my body and causes me to hold my breath. My teeth clinch together and my eyes close as I experience the pleasure.

  As we climb down from our highs, I bend down to kiss her quickly. “Duke, that was amazing!”

  “Yes it was, baby.” My dick is still inside of her and I flex it a few times.

  “Eeeepp, Duke! That feels weird!”

  “Haha! I can’t help it, Melanie. It’s saying, hi.” I laugh as I slowly pull out of her and get up to dispose of the condom.

  “Duke Greyson, you are too much for me.” She laughs and drapes the covers over her naked body.

  “Baby, I said you couldn’t handle me.” I wink at her as I head to the bathroom to wash up. I take off the condom, wrap it up, and toss into the trash bin. I wash my hands and face quickly and return to the bed. The radio clock shows it’s five-thirty. “Melanie, my mom should be home in fifteen minutes. We need to head downstairs.” I head to the bed and snuggle next to her.

  “I know, I just wanted to snuggle for a bit,” she sighs.

  “Okay, five minutes.” I pull her into my arms and kiss the top of her head. We lie in silence for a few minutes as we hold on to each other. I really care about her and can see myself being with her for a long time. Melanie is a good girl. She’s smart, beautiful, generous, and caring. That’s all I ask for. I rub her back softly and feel her smile against the crook in my neck. She kisses my neck and then reaches up to kiss my lips.

  She smiles up at me and whispers, “I can get used to this, Duke”. I kiss her gently and hug her tightly. “So can I, Melanie. So can I.”

  Duke

  It’s been two weeks since senior year started and I am having a blast. Melanie and I have been inseparable, my classes are going smoothly, and lacrosse practices are in full force. I can’t wait for the new season to start. This is going to be a great year, I can feel it.

  It’s early Monday morning and as I lie in bed, I think about Melanie and remember the way she feels in my arms as she purrs into my neck. The radio alarm sounds off and the Z100 Morning Show begins to play Katy Perry’s new song. Ehh, Katy is cute but not enough to tempt me. Climbing out of bed, I head to the shower. About an hour later, I’m on my way to the subway, but first I stop at the local bodega to grab a bacon, egg, and cheese on a roll. I need my breakfast and can’t resist bacon. While I’m waiting for my sandwich, my cell starts ringing and I glance at it to see Melanie is calling.

  “Hey, sweetie. I should there in thirty minutes.” I pay for my sandwich and head toward the subway.

  Melanie’s cough echoes through the speaker, “I’m not feeling well, Duke. I think I have the flu.” She coughs again and I can hear a little phlegm this time. Her voice is scratchy and weak. My heart breaks for her. “Do you want me to come bring you medicine?” I’m about to head for the pharmacy when she rejects my offer.

  “No, I don’t want you to get sick. You have lacrosse and I will not be blamed for your absence. Just go to school. I am going to sleep this off.” She sounds so exhausted and I begin to worry a little.

  “Are you sure, Melanie? I don’t mind bringing you something.”

  “Duke, please. I’ll be fine. I’ll call you when I wake up from my nap. Promise.” I can hear her smile through the phone and my worry subsides.

  “Okay, baby, get some rest. Call me later.” I hang up and head toward the subway. I only have to wait a few minutes for the 6 train to arrive. As the train pulls into the station, I put my headphones on and begin to eat my sandwich.

  About twenty minutes later, I walk into Forensics class and sit at my usual table next to Rob. “What’s up, Duke? Have a good weekend?” Rob takes his books out of his backpack and places them on top of the table.

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bsp; “Yeah, it was great. I took Melanie to go see the new Spiderman movie. She loves Jamie Foxx.” I laugh as I picture her laughing at Foxx’s corny jokes during the movie.

  “Oh, how was it?” he asks excitedly. Just as I’m about to answer his question, Mr. Cerillo walks into class and shuts the door. “Alright, students, hope you all had a fantastic weekend. Today. we will learn how to extract and read our fingerprints.” The class vibrates with excitement and cheering. I can’t wait to do this. I love that CSI show and forensics has always fascinated me.

  “Alright, we need to form groups of three, so just get together and I’ll pass out the materials.” Mr. Cerillo heads over to the supply closet and starts to organize the cloths and ink used for extraction. Rob and I look at each other, shrug our shoulders, and settle for just a group of two. I’m not too keen on working with other people who could affect my grades. I work hard for my grades and won’t have a slacker bring them down.

  The classroom door opens and I look up to see a girl walk through, followed behind the guidance counselor. “Mr. Cerillo, you have a new student. This is Raya Winters and she’s a transfer from New Haven.” The counselor has Mr. Cerillo sign the acknowledgement and she exits the class, leaving Raya. The class is silent, everyone staring at the new student. She is short—about five-four—with long, dark brown curly hair, and she’s slender. I would say she probably weighs about a hundred and fifteen pounds. Her shirt is a light pink button down and her blue jeans add a nice shape to her petite form. She doesn’t look around the class but instead keeps her head down until Mr. Cerillo calls out to her.

  “Welcome to Forensics, Raya. I am Mr. Cerillo. We are just about to start a new lab today and extract our fingerprints. How about you grab a seat next to Duke as his group needs another team member anyway?” He looks over at Rob and me and points toward us to show Raya the way. She makes her way to our table and sits down next to me. My nose immediately picks up a hint of vanilla and lavender. Shit, she smells good.