Vampire High School

Chapter 3: Conflict of Interests

Conflict of Interests

I didn't sleep much that night. I lay on my bed and imagined Dorothy's breasts on my chest, then Mary-Christine's. I got so worked up, I had to masturbate.  I woke up around two in a cold sweat, the dream of them both together still so fresh in my mind. I couldn't help it; I did it again and that did it. I fell asleep immediately afterwards, totally exhausted.

I mean, I had a case of female overload. I awoke a mess, tired, listless, and when mom suggested I take a day off, I resolutely refused and sleep-walked round the corner to the bus stop. Well, who stood there but perky Mary-Christine.

That sure as heck woke me up.

We chatted the whole way about school, and music, and television, and celebrities; it proved quite a mind meld.

My first class was English, and Alan's empty desk sat next to me as a reminder to us all. I tried to put all negative thoughts behind me and spread out a bit and wallowed in my stud-ness. I handed in my homework, and breezed through 'til lunch. Dorothy sat next to me again, and I caught Mary-Christine out the corner of my eye, sitting with friends.

It seems that Dorothy's major dialogue centered on cheerleading, and considering her being a year older, talking to Dorothy kinda paled in comparison to Mary-Christine's conversation. But Dorothy definitely had the better tits. Well, from what I could see at least.

We arranged to meet at the coffee shop again, at six, and she'd make sure that no one would phone this time. I decided to go straight home at three-thirty and change. I mean – this was our second date and I was still dressed in school burgundy.

I chose a nice leather jacket and, at the last minute, pulled a black wool hat over my red locks. I looked in the mirror; all in all, quite a change from the red-headed geek.

I set off down the road, my head in the clouds when I heard a call behind me.

"Lyman!"

I turned to see Mary-Christine.

She came bubbling up to me and gave me a peck on the cheek. She smelled of strawberries. "Where you off to?"

"Coffee shop,"

"Cool. Can I walk with you?"

Okay, come on. She didn't ask if we could go together, she just asked if she could walk with me. What could I say?

Well, we reached the coffee shop in good time, chatting easily all the way, and were fifteen minutes early. I kind of leant against the wall outside, and Mary-Christine stood with me, still bubbling, still perky. We were standing next to a kind of sticky-out window, sort of hidden from the street in a way, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dorothy walking our way. With a guy.

"Crap," I said under my breath, looking at Mary-Christine, then Dorothy again.

Mary-Christine followed my gaze. "Are you here to meet her?" Mary-Christine asked. "You sat with her at lunch."

I turned, expecting a slap or a fit of pique or something. She just giggled, and pulled me into the wall, out of sight of the approaching couple.

Well, my body pushed Mary-Christine into the wall, and every bit of my body felt her presence. She grabbed me by the collar and pulled me closer.

"This is fun," she hissed, and started planting kisses on my lips and nose between more giggles.

It might have been fun for her, but I stirred, like, down there.