Summertime Loving

Chapter 29

After calming Debbie down, Travis decided to make breakfast. He wasn't in a hurry to get to school. Even if he was late, Mrs. Smith would just make him do push-ups. The memory of what she did yesterday made him shudder.

'That was seriously weird,' he thought as he continued cooking. After a while, breakfast was ready. He went upstairs to get dressed, but when he put on his clothes, they felt uncomfortably tight.

'I definitely need to order new clothes,' he thought. As he left the house, phone in hand, he placed an order for a bunch of clothes from a popular Asian app known for selling items made in sweatshops.

He didn't support sweatshops, but he liked the styles they had, even though the quality wasn't great. It would do for now. Over the weekend, he'd buy some better stuff. He also ordered his keyboard, which would arrive at school not too long from now.

As he walked down the street, he spotted his friend Erik coming out of the house, with Erik's stepmother, Tammy, handing him his school bag. Travis jogged over, eager to finally meet the stunning Tammy.

"Oh, look at that, Travis is here," Tammy said sweetly.

"Mrs. Johnson, what's up?" Travis greeted her with a grin.

"Oh, nothing much. How have you been, Travis?" she asked.

"I've been alright. Yo, Erik," he called to his friend, who seemed lost in thought, likely thinking about the upcoming tournament.

"Travis, sorry, I was just thinking of something. Alright, bye, Tammy," Erik said, waving as he started to walk ahead.

"What's up with him?" Travis asked.

"He has a tournament this weekend, and he lost his box of cards or something. He's really stressed about it. By the way, how's Debbie?" Tammy asked, shifting the conversation.

"Good, actually. She's been a lot better than she was a week ago. We've spent a lot of family time together lately," Travis replied.

"That's great to hear. Well, you better get going, or you'll be late," she said with a warm smile.

Travis nodded, then jogged after Erik. 'He's so fit… wonder why I didn't notice that before,' Tammy thought to herself as she watched him leave.

"Hey, Erik, I heard you've got a tournament coming up," Travis said, catching up to his friend as they walked together.

"Yeah, it's a big deal for me since I've been trying to enter for years now. But this year, I can finally show everyone what I'm made of. I'll crush them all with my cards and make them bow down to my orc cock. HAHA!" he said, laughing like a maniac.

"Damn, that's wild. If you're so good, then why are you stressed?" Travis asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I kinda lost my card box... well, more like misplaced it somewhere in my house, and I can't find it," he said with a frustrated sigh.

"Wow, that's rough. Did you check everywhere? And I mean *everywhere*, bro?" Travis asked.

"Yeah, man, I did. No luck, though. And I've got this tournament on Saturday. I also need another card if I even want a shot at winning, but first, I gotta find that box," Erik explained, his stress evident.

"I'll come by on Friday and help you look for it."

Erik's grim expression brightened immediately. "For real? If you do that, man, I'll be in your debt forever."

"Don't worry about it, bro. We're friends, right?" Travis said as they dapped each other up. Erik smiled, feeling their friendship grow stronger.

'He's really a fellow orc brother,' Erik thought to himself with pride.

'Good thing I didn't hang out with him much when we were younger. How can anyone be so obsessed with orcs? Though I gotta admit, the orc women are hot,' Travis thought.

[A/N: I have a novel called *Strongest Reincarnated GOD.* If you're interested in such things, man, you're going to enjoy it.]

They arrived at school and headed into class together, finding it half empty. Travis, feeling restless, decided to wander around and explore. He stopped by his locker, retrieving the card Erik had left for him, before continuing his walk through the halls.

After some time, he found himself standing near the locker rooms, watching Judith and a group of Latina girls. A smirk crept onto his face.

'Well, time to meet the lezbos,' he thought as he confidently approached.

"You thought wearing a bra would fix the problem, foo?" Martinez sneered, shoving Judith against the lockers.

"Yeah, you're still a fat cow, bitch!" Lopez chimed in, poking at Judith's chest. Judith stood in silence, trying her hardest not to cry, when suddenly she caught a familiar scent—a scent that made her heart race.

'Travis is here!' she thought, turning to see him approaching them.

"Ladies, ladies. Now, aren't you supposed to be treating each other kindly?" he asked casually as he closed the distance between them.

The two Latina girls exchanged looks and began snickering.

"Yo, who is this foo, man?" Martinez said, laughing.

Lopez shook her head, chuckling. "I don't know, some sort of hero or something."

"So, you're standing up for the cow, huh? Maybe we should stop messing with her and start on you instead. What do you think, Lopez?" Martinez asked as they both stepped closer to Travis, attempting to intimidate him.

"Yeah, it'll be way more fun teasing a wimpy gu—" Lopez's voice trailed off as she realized just how much taller Travis was. She had to crane her neck to look up at him.

"What were you saying?" Travis asked, leaning forward with a calm but intense expression.

They stared at Travis in sheer shock. He had never appeared this tall or intimidating before. In their minds, he was always just a short, wimpy guy with no backbone. But now, standing before them, their perception seemed completely flawed. Travis raised his hands slowly and placed them gently around their necks, applying just enough pressure to assert control without cutting off their air completely.

"Now, you guys better not trouble my girl, alright?" he said, squeezing just a bit harder but still allowing them to breathe. Both girls, despite the initial embarrassment, felt something strange—the sensation of his hands around their throats was stirring something unexpectedly pleasurable within them.

He noticed the blush creeping onto their faces, and it made him smile. 'They're getting off on being choked. Wow, that's new,' he thought to himself.

TO BE CONTINUED.