Summertime Loving

Chapter 20

Lost in her thoughts, Ronda couldn't help but admire Travis's physical form, contemplating the idea of having someone like him by her side for the rest of her days. As her gaze lingered on him, she felt a sudden jolt as Travis turned around unexpectedly, his instincts triggered as he felt her gaze.

Catching her in the act, in that brief moment, their eyes met, and Ronda's gaze inadvertently fell upon his cock, causing a rush of emotions to flood her mind.

She tried to get away, but Travis stopped her with a teasing remark. "You know, I remember back in high school, you used to be so good. But now, it seems the tables have turned."

He was obviously just taunting her, and she knew that, but something inside her made her brush that fact off. Ronda turned back to him, slowly approaching until their bodies were almost touching, locking eyes with him.

"Oh, I still think I'm the best. Just because you showed up doesn't mean you're some main character who was outcast and suddenly gains powers to become better than before."

"Wow, so you watch anime?" he asked, genuinely surprised.

She nodded and continued, "If you think you're better, why don't we wager?"

"On what?" he replied, intrigued.

"The Regional Olympics are starting next week. Why don't we see who can win the most medals? The one who wins will have the authority to make the other person do whatever they want," she proposed, smirking at him. Travis matched her smirk with one of his own.

"Well, that sounds great. Now, are you going to take a shower or just stay underneath one while we speak?" he asked playfully.

Realizing her position, Ronda felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks. She quickly moved to the side and turned the water on, letting it cascade down as she tried to regain her composure.

As Ronda stood there, she slowly took off her clothes, revealing her toned physique. Travis couldn't help but admire her defined muscles and the way her curvy ass moved with every step. Despite her small breasts, her athletic figure was definitely a sight to behold.

"I'm not that hot like any of the girls here," Ronda remarked, almost as if she didn't realize how attractive she truly was.

"Oh, I beg to differ," Travis replied, his gaze lingering on her. She turned towards him, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"Really? You think so?" she asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice.

"Yeah, I mean, look at you. You're beautiful. And that body... it's something else. And I wouldn't mind tapping those cheeks—well, only if you agreed, of course," Travis said, trying to keep his cool.

Ronda chuckled at his comment, her playful smile lighting up her face. "Well, I appreciate the compliment, but I think I'll pass on that offer. I'm a virgin, and I'd like to keep it that way for now, especially with that size of yours."

Travis grinned back at her. "Well, who says size matters? It's all about technique, right?"

He was also lying—he had never licked or even touched a pussy, which was sad.

"We'll have to see about that. Also, you should come over to the pool. It's a great place to test your stamina," she suggested, a confident smile on her face.

"Sure, I'll come by, probably on the weekend. I wonder if you'll regret telling me this when you lose," Travis replied, a playful challenge in his tone.

"I don't think I will, because I'll be the one winning," she shot back, determination gleaming in her eyes.

"I guess we'll have to see about that."

Sharing the same interests strengthened their connection, but Travis knew that having too much in common could also lead to a lull in their interactions. He decided it was time to steer the conversation in a different direction, to keep things fresh and engaging. It wasn’t a difficult task, but he wanted to be thoughtful about how to approach it. He began to plan a new topic that could spark her curiosity and deepen their bond beyond just competition.

......

They exited the showers, and an awkward silence hung between them. One of them was lost in thought about how to navigate his growing challenges, while the other contemplated how to win Travis over. In many ways, their minds were aligned. They arrived late to their history class, a subject neither cared for, but thankfully, someone vouched for them, sparing them from a reprimand.

As Travis settled into his seat, he noticed Eve’s smile directed at him. She broke the silence first.

"How was track?" she asked.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Easy. Working out made things easier for me," he replied, a hint of confidence in his voice.

Eve nodded, seemingly impressed. "When do you think you'll pull up today?"

"Umm, not sure. How about nine?" he suggested, glancing at her to gauge her reaction.

"That's cool! I'll still be out at that time, probably drawing or something. I have so many things to tell you; I can't wait, to be honest," she said, her excitement evident.

"Yeah, me too," he replied, sharing in her enthusiasm.

A few minutes later, the period ended, and they prepared for their next class. Today was a double period, which meant more time in music. Travis suddenly remembered he forgot to order the keyboard yesterday. He would have to come up with a lie for Ms. DeWitt. Fortunately, she was known for being forgiving, so he hoped she wouldn’t hold it against him.

The class went smoothly, filled with discussions about historical figures like Adolf and others. When the bell rang, signaling the end of the period, Travis headed to science. Just as he reached the door, Ms. Okita stopped him.

"Travis, it’s time for one of my experiments. I need your help with something, okay? First, go get your gear. Then we’ll start."

"Can we do this tomorrow? I'm pretty busy today and have zero time to do any experiments," Travis said, hoping to buy himself some time.

He had a lot on his plate, preferring to take things slowly. But he knew the story wasn't going to progress if he kept pushing things off, so deep down, he realized he had no real choice.

Ms. Okita sighed and nodded, understanding that Travis was new and had a lot to catch up on.

"Okay, we’ll start the experiments next week," she said.

"For real? Thanks, Ms. Okita, you're the best!" he replied excitedly.

She nodded, walking into the classroom while Travis followed and took his seat. They began a research session on frogs, though Travis couldn't help but think, "The people of the Pepe Lore would definitely not approve."

TO BE CONTINUED