He was Hot, I was Not!

I knew that we were getting close to Kayla's house and I wasn't quite ready to let her go home yet. I was intrigued by her and I was tired of having to jerk off every night but I didn't see an end to it unless we got to know one another better. This seemed like the perfect time to do that, so I decided to ask her:

"Do you mind if I hang out with you? I don't feel like going to school either."

Kayla, forgetting about her injury, swung her head around quickly to look at me and then grimaced at the pain.

"Why would you want to do that?" she asked. "I mean, I understand why you wouldn't want to go to school, but don't you have somewhere else you would rather go?"

"Not really," he replied thinking about it. "If I go home, my Mom might catch me playing hooky, and if I go to the mall or to a movie I might get a truancy ticket for not being in school."

"Well, I don't mind" Kayla said slowly, "I just thought you might have some friends you could hang out with...that you would rather hang out with," she amended.

"As far as I know, they're all in school," he said, and then "What? You don't want to be my friend?" he teased.

Kayla had to chuckle, he was so cute--and a popular jock, but he was so down to earth.

"No Stan," she teased back, "I don't want to be your friend.

"Good," Stan thought to himself as they both laughed, "because I think that we're going to be more than friends."

Aloud, he asked her "Is this your house coming up?"

"Yep, it sure is." she replied.

Stan pulled into the drive and they got out of his truck. Kayla opened the door and stepped inside with Stan following close behind.

"Well, just make yourself at home I guess," Kayla said while putting her books on the coffee table.

"Are you hungry? I guess the least I can do is offer you something to eat since I'm making you miss your lunch," she said.

"You aren't MAKING me do anything. It was my choice. I'm not starving yet, but I could eat a little something. What do you have?"

"I know we have some cookies and milk. Will that be okay?"

"Sure. Sounds great."

Stan followed Kayla into the kitchen, sat at the table, and watched her as she made his snack. Again he couldn't help but notice how pretty she was and how deliciously curvy her figure was. He couldn't understand how she was still a virgin. The guys here must be crazy he thought to himself.

When she reached up on tiptoe to get the cookies out of the cabinet, he noticed how the fabric of her blouse molded invitingly against her breasts, and his body became taunt.

"Wait, let me help you with that," he said as he walked over to her. He easily reached above her to get the cookies she was having trouble reaching and then sat them on the counter.

Kayla turned around and was facing him with his one arm almost around her. There was an uneasy tension in the air as they faced one another.

Kayla's POV:

God this was so deja vu. I wonder if Stan could see the longing in my eyes, she wondered thinking about the dream she'd had about him. How pathetic am I?

She lowered her eyes, managed to squeeze by Stan and said, "Have a seat and I'll get the milk."

She got the milk, put the cookies on a plate, and set both in front of Stan as she took the seat opposite him. She felt Stan's eyes on her so she looked at him. He looked like he wanted to ask her something.

"What?" she asked beginning to feel uncomfortable.

"Do you have any DVDs? Can we watch a movie?" he asked.

Well I sure as hell wasn't expecting that. I really don't think that was what he was going to say, and I was curious, but what could I say.

"Yeah, sure." I mumbled as I got up. "Let's go in the living room, you can bring your snack if you want."

"Nah, I'm almost done," Stan said as he plopped the last bit of cookie into his mouth and put the dishes in the sink.