Michelle Comes Of Age
By Gowan Bush.
“Thanks, Dee,” I nodded courteously at her. Then I glared at Emma once more and headed out of the cafeteria.
Just as I was leaving, I overheard two people whispering about me as they saw me walk by. ‘Totally left them hanging’ was the gist of their conversation.
I sighed as the cafeteria doors closed behind me. I felt like crying.
“Well, well, well. This is an honor. I don’t think I’ve ever met a real-life pariah before.”
I managed a weak smile. “Hi, Luke.”
“Has it been rough on ya?” he asked with a genuinely warm smile.
“I wish I could say I’ve had worse days,” I sighed, “But not even close.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he gave me a pat on the shoulder. “It was just a car wash.”
“Thanks,” I said weakly. “I just,” I exhaled heavily.
Just then a fellow quiz club member walked by and shot daggers at me.
“Oh lose the fucking look asshole,” Luke barked at him. “You guys wouldn’t even be going to the regionals without this girl on your team! So drop the scowl and try to answer more than one question next time out. And? If it’s not too much to ask? Try to get the answer right for a change!”
WHOOSH! My team mate’s look vanished and he did too, in about that many seconds. I couldn’t help but smile at Luke for defending me.
“You know,” I took a deep breath. “It might help rehabilitate me if I could convince you to rejoin the team.”
“Oh come on,” he moaned as he started walking up the hallway. “Gibson was always on me about cutting my hair because this shit ends up on TV,” he sighed. “I don’t want to deal with that crap.”
Mr. Gibson was our teacher-coach. And when Luke had been on the quiz show team – even before his recent ‘transformation’ – he had complained about his hair length. As I walked along with Luke, I had to admit it to myself, Mr. Gibson was dumb to do that. Luke was a fountain of knowledge.
“I know,” I finally sighed as we walked along slowly. “It was wrong of me to ask.”
“Oh jeez,” he grinned at me. “You’re really doing this, aren’t you?”
“Can you blame me?” I smiled. “You were right. Malcolm only answers one question each time out, and more often than not he’s wrong.”
“But even with me, the team has never gotten this far before. YOU did that.”
“Well, I had to step up my game after you left,” I shrugged. “But with you now? We’ll be hoisting the trophy in three weeks.”
He frowned and rolled his eyes. He stopped walking and looked me in the eyes. “The only reason I’m agreeing to this,” he said with a grin. “Is because those shorts are driving me wild.”
“Seriously?” I beamed a smile at him. “Thank you so much!” I lunged forward and gave him a big hug.
By the end of the day, I was feeling SO much better! Luke was back on the quiz team and I just stopped caring about what everyone was thinking.
The cool kids thought I was desperate to be one of them. Hell! I was cool! I looked hot, AND I was smart!
The geeks and what-not thought I’d sold my soul for nicer clothes and a beautiful haircut – to the point, I let my team-mates down.
Well now? I’d just reinforced our team with someone who could help us win!
I decided to head over to Amy’s place and fill her in on my day’s events. When I got to her place though, I was a bit surprised to see her dad’s car in the driveway. Nevertheless, I went up to the door and knocked confidently.
No answer. I furrowed my brow. I was about to leave and head home when I decided to see if maybe she – or they – were in the backyard. I scooted down the side of the house and peered over the fence.
Well, they were there all right. However, it just so happened that Amy had her dad’s cock in her mouth!
I felt my eyes bugging out of my skull, and I knew my mouth was agape! I didn’t have to worry about making any noises to alert them to my presence though. If I was making any sound, it would have only been perceived by certain breeds of dog.
They were both clearly enjoying themselves. Amy was naked and had one hand cupping her dad’s backside while she works the other hand over his rigid cock. As for him, he was just beaming a smile down at her as he sipped on a drink and puffed on a cigarette.
I, on the other hand, was totally torn by what I was seeing. On the one hand, I was absolutely transfixed and my pussy was tingling like mad! On the other, however, my stomach was in a knot. As hot as this was, it was still a father and his daughter!
Ducking down quickly, I scooted back alongside the house to the front and quickly made my way away from their place and headed home. I was in a totally confused and muddled state.
Despite feeling okay after leaving home, the moment I got to school, I knew I was still the subject of whispers and innuendo. Part of me longed for the days where no one noticed me. Now, everyone did. The cool kids mocked me for trying to look like them. The nerds were disappointed in me because they felt I’d abandoned them, and let them down. And, of course, the jocks still thought my ass was too big.
I didn’t even know if I was going to be able to deal with all that, but the BIG issue reared its head shortly after I got to school.
I saw Amy. And I went out of my way to avoid her. I just didn’t know how I would react around her after seeing her and her dad together like that.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to avoid her completely. Just before lunch, she caught up with me.
“Hey,” Amy called out as she scampered down the hall to join me as we switched classes before the last period before lunch. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“I’m not that hard to find,” I sighed. “Just listen for the whispers and I won’t be far away.”
“Yeah,” she furrowed her brow up. “I’ve heard some stuff, but seriously what the hell? Why is everyone acting like you pissed in their Post-Toasties?”
I told her all about my screw-up on the weekend, and how it had basically united the whole school against me.
“Oh god, I am SO sorry,” Amy said with genuine regret in her voice. “I had no idea!”
“Exactly,” I managed to smile weakly at her. “You didn’t know. It’s not your fault, Amy,” I assured her.
“Still,” she sighed as we paused outside her algebra class. “I should make it up to you. Lunch?”
“Can’t,” I shook my head. “Chess.”
“Well, why don’t you come over after school and we can go for a swim?”
“I can’t, Amy,” I sighed. “Quiz team has a practice session today after school.”
“Bummer,” she pouted her lips out. “That sounds like a bit of a drag.”
“Not so much,” I replied with a smirk. “Luke will be there,” I explained how I’d convinced him to rejoin the team for the Regionals.
“Very cool,” she gave me a playful pat on the shoulder. “Let me know when you can come over though, okay?”
She darted into her class as I turned and headed up the hall.
“Michelle?” Tom said to me. “It’s your move.”
“Oh,” I shook my head after he stirred me out of my thoughts. “Sorry.” I made my move and only briefly watched as he surveyed the board. Then my thoughts were right back to Amy and her dad.
Even though I had managed to handle my encounter with Amy earlier, I just didn’t know if I could go back to the ‘scene of the crime’ again. The same place I’d seen Amy blowing him.
I clicked back to reality when I noticed Tom had made his move. I absent-mindedly reached forward and made mine.
Then I noticed his grin from ear to ear. He made his move and pumped his skinny chest out as far as it would go. “Checkmate!” he declared triumphantly.
HOLY SHIT!!!! I glanced down at the board and my eyes scanned it intently. He was right! I just lost. For the first time in years, I had actually lost a game of chess!
“Congrats,” I sighed as I knocked my king over.
The rest of the chess club clamored around Tom to congratulate him as I simply stood up and left. I needed some air.
“Nothing’s guaranteed here, you understand?” Mr. Gibson said to the seven of us assembled for the quiz team practice. Normally there was only six of us – a team of four and two alternates – but Luke’s presence bumped the number up by one. “The best prepared will be the ones facing Immaculata this Saturday. Clear?”
Everyone nodded. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Malcolm shooting daggers at Luke. I glanced over my shoulder and smiled when I noticed Luke totally not giving a shit.
“Hey,” he whispered to me as Mr. Gibson began preparing the training session questions. “You okay?”
“Can I talk to you about it later?” I whispered back.
“Sure,” he nodded.
“Congrats on being named to the team for Saturday,” I smiled at Luke as we left school. “Although the downside is, I think Malcolm hates you now.”
“Somehow I think I’ll survive that incredible bruise to my self-esteem,” he replied sarcastically.
“You do survive,” I said, feeling very introspective. “My question is: How?”
“How what?” he asked with a quizzical look on his face.
“How did you manage your ‘transformation’ so seamlessly?” I asked.
He chuckled. “Well, I wouldn’t say it was seamless.”
“Yeah, but you just went from being a nerd one day to one of the cool guys,” I sighed. “You didn’t miss a beat.”
“Do you honestly want to know?” he smiled at me.
“Yes!” I implored him. “You said it yourself yesterday! I try to change and I’m a pariah.”
“Well,” he smirked at me. “I never left anyone hanging at a car wash that wasn’t.”
I groaned and winced. “Okay, fair enough. But you did stop coming to chess.”
“Only because I didn’t see the point of it anymore,” he shrugged. “I always beat everyone but you, and I didn’t think I could ever beat you. So, I moved on.”
“You shoulda been there today,” I sighed. “I lost.”
He stopped dead in his tracks. “Are you fucking kidding me? To who?”
“Tom,” I shrugged.
“You lost to fucking Squig?” he laughed. “Holy shit! What did you spot him, the first fifteen, or fifty moves or something?”
“No,” I sighed with a weak smile. “I was….kinda distracted.”
“Yeah,” his tone turned more serious. “I noticed that during practice. It’s more than the pariah thing though, isn’t it?”
I felt a genuine smile cross my lips. Luke got it.
“Without getting into the gory details,” I took a deep breath. “Yes. Which brings me back to my original question. How did you manage it?”
“I stopped giving a shit,” he dead-panned.
I furrowed my brow at him.
He moved a bit closer and smiled at me warmly. “I’m about to give you the best piece of advice you’re probably ever going to get in your life, okay? The second you stop giving a shit about what other people think, and just live your life the way you want to, holy fuck! Intense freedom!”
“Really?” I wasn’t convinced.
“Hell yes!” he said emphatically as we started walking along again. “I didn’t change how I look to try and fit in with anyone. I did it because I just didn’t give a shit anymore. I didn’t care what the smart kids thought. I didn’t care what the cool kids thought. Fuck, I didn’t care what my parents or teachers thought!”
“Why does that make so much sense?” I asked still trying to place it all together.
“Well, lemme ask you this,” he gave me a playful nudge. “Why did you change your appearance?”
I sighed. “Amy suggested it,” I said in a dejected tone.
“Okay,” he nodded. “But why did you do it?”
I thought about that for a moment. “I figured ‘why not?’.”
“Exactly,” he stretched his hands out as if his point was made.
I clearly looked unconvinced, or confused, or both. So he continued.
“YOU figured ‘why not?’,” he playfully poked my nose with his finger. “You didn’t think ‘I want to fit in’, or ‘I want to be cool’. You just wanted to look better. And,” he playfully eyed me up and down. “With outstanding results, I might add.”
“Thanks,” I laughed at him. “I think I get you though.”
“I mean shit, Michelle,” he smiled and shook his head. “How many classmates have we seen do shit because they wanted to fit in? How many guys smoke weed, or get drunk just to seem cool? How many girls put out just to be popular?”
“Lots,” I admitted. “By the way, have you taken to smoking weed or getting drunk?”
“I have gotten drunk,” he smirked. “The weed thing? Not so much. Are you putting out?”
“A bit,” I giggled.
“And I’m only hearing about this now, WHY?” he playfully chided me.
“What? Is the rumor mill not churning out its usual grist?” I giggled.
“Apparently not,” he replied. “So, am I allowed to ask who the lucky guy is?”
“Who says it’s a guy?” I gave him a knowing look.
“Holy shit,” he whispered with a smile. ‘Don’t worry about being everyone else’s pariah, Michelle. You’re my fucking HERO!”
I felt a surge of pride, but given how the conversation had gone, I KNEW the best way to respond. I suppressed a smile and then turned to him and dead-panned: “I don’t give a shit.”
Luke’s laughter lets me know I’d hit it out of the park.
That night was pretty much sleepless once again. Although it wasn’t as restless as the night before.
I simply went over things in my head. ‘Don’t give a shit’ was the predominant theme of the night.
It was about three am when I rolled out of bed and turned on the light in my room. I eyed my naked body in my mirror.
I liked how I look. Who gives a shit if anyone else does?
I liked being smart. Who gives a shit if anyone else does?
Now was the important question: Did I think what I saw between Amy and her dad was hot, or disgusting? I didn’t give a shit about what anyone else thought. I just didn’t know what I thought.
I frowned at my reflection. I turned off my light and crawled back into bed. “We’ll figure it out eventually,” I yawned out loud as I pulled the covers up over me.
The next day at school, during lunch, I went to play chess as usual. Despite the many requests from others for a game, I challenged Tom to a rematch. I LOVED that Luke popped in to watch as I mated Tom in twelve moves.
Suddenly, the clamoring for matches against me died down. Luke winked at me and headed out.
I left not long after and headed to the cafeteria. I found Amy and sat down next to her. To my credit, I didn’t give a shit that Emma rolled her eyes.
“Listen,” I told Amy. “I’ve got lots of stuff on the go. But Saturday after the quiz show, I can probably come over if that’s okay?”
“Sure!” she beamed a smile at me. “I’d love that!”
“The show will air that night if you and your dad want to watch it,” I added.
“Sounds great!” she leaned in and hugged me. “You’ll stay for dinner then?”
“Sure,” I nodded at her.
After I got up and left the cafeteria, I felt great! I still didn’t know what exactly might happen on Saturday at Amy’s, but I knew one thing: I didn’t give a shit what anyone else thought.
“Hey!” Amy greeted me with a warm hug when I arrived at her door Saturday after the quiz-show. “How did it go?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see,” I said in a flat tone as I dumped my bag on the floor while she closed the door behind me.
“Uh oh,” she replied. “That doesn’t sound too good.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I sighed. “Two things though. I have to call my folks and let them know I’m over here.”
“No prob,” she smiled at me.
“And, I didn’t bring a bikini,” I smiled weakly at her. “Can I borrow one again?”
“Sure,” she beamed a smile at me and then leaned in and hugged me again. “I’m so happy to have you over again. I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too,” I smiled warmly at her after our embrace ended. “I’ll join you upstairs?”
“Sure,” she nodded at me. Then she turned to the stairs.
I watched her ass jiggle a bit as she hopped up the stairs and felt warm all over. I went to the phone and dialed my place. Of course – my mother answered.
“I’m over at Amy’s,” I told her. “And I’ll be having dinner here too.”
“It was that bad, was it?” my mother droned from the other end.
“Thanks for your confidence,” I snarked. Then I just hung up the phone and headed upstairs.
I joined Amy in her room and saw that she had laid out a few different bikinis for me. “Take your pick,” she smiled at me.
“Ahem,” I said as I closed the door behind me. “Why the hell aren’t you naked?”
She beamed a smile at me. “I really don’t have a good reason,” she giggled.
“Well,” I said as I pulled my blazer off. “I’m about to get naked. And if you aren’t on that bed and naked waiting for me? I will be disappointed.”
Her bikini was on the floor and she was on the bed before I had my skirt and undies off. When I was fully naked I walked over to the bed and sat down next to her.
She leaned in and kissed my softly as she slowly works her hand over my tits. “I’ve missed this,” she whispered into my ear after our lips parted.
I moaned as she began licking my ear. I reached up and began to knead her tits softly. “So have I.”
“I was a bit worried you were pissed at me,” she said softly as she pulled back and looked me in the eyes. “Y’know? For screwing up your car wash.”
“I told you,” I replied in an equally soft voice. “It wasn’t your fault. And I’m sorry I haven’t been over. It’s just been a rough week.”
“Well,” she cooed. “Let me see if I can’t help you take the edge off.”
She gently nudged my shoulders, indicating she wanted me to lay back. “Uh uh,” I grinned at her. “You first.”
“Alrighty then,” she grinned at me. She slid down onto the bed and spread her legs before me.
I moaned when I saw her bald pussy, and I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on it again. Despite everything that had happened, this was something I did enjoy – and had missed!
With my hands gently resting on her thighs, I coaxed her pussy lips apart with my tongue and then darted inside of her. She loudly moaned her approval as I slithered my tongue up and down, and then in and out of her already juicy pussy.
I gave her clit the occasional flick of my tongue, but there was something I wanted to try. There was a part of me that thought I should have asked Amy about this before, but I thought it’d be cool to spring it on her instead. As she writhed and moaned under me, I slid one hand off her thigh and under her ass. Then I swirled my tongue through her pussy, getting as much of her wetness as I could.
I gently nudged her up a bit with my hand, and then I darted my tongue out of her pussy and gave her asshole a quick lick.
“Oh fuck yes!” Amy hissed loudly. She dug her hands into my hair and pushed me closer to her.
That was all the encouragement I needed. With one hand braced on her backside to keep her hips up, I slid my other hand up to her pussy and stuck two fingers up inside her. With my thumb, I gave her clit some attention too. Then I went back to darting my tongue around her asshole.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Amy groaned loudly as she wrapped one of her legs around the back of my neck and continued to writhe underneath me. She came very hard quickly, coating my fingers with her slick cum.
I moaned loudly as I felt her goo, but continued to work my tongue over her asshole.
With my fingers working her g-spot, my thumb on her clit and my tongue doing its job, Amy bucked her hips to several wicked orgasms. The last one was so intense she actually squirted!
“Fuck!” she exhaled heavily as she sat up abruptly. “Where the hell did you learn how to do THAT?” she giggled.
“Just something I’ve always thought about,” I giggled as I ran my fingers through my hair.
“Oh really?” she smirked back at me as she laid her hand on her forehead. “Doing it, or receiving it?”
“Mostly receiving,” I confessed with a smile.
Amy beamed a smile up at me. “Get on your hands and knees. I’m gonna put you into fucking orbit!”
She wasn’t kidding! After I had gotten onto my hands and knees, Amy took up position behind me. She drove her face between my butt cheeks and went to town on my asshole with her tongue. She also slid two fingers into my pussy and worked my g-spot.
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