Junior Year Box Set

“Not that I’m saying no, but why would I want to date you when I’m a free agent?” I teased her.

“Dating the head cheerleader has benefits for the star quarterback. The first is I know you aren’t interested in a girlfriend right now. By declaring me as your girl, it’ll take the pressure off of you. I would even be willing to waive exclusivity in our arrangement. We could do something similar to what you and Peggy Pratt had,” Mona said.

“What if I want to be exclusive?” I asked.

“Don’t tease me, David. We both know you could never keep up your end of the bargain.”

I could tell I’d made a misstep. I did like Mona but was very sure I didn’t feel the same for her as I had, or still did, for Peggy.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be a jerk. Tell me what you want,” I said.

“I want you to help me become Homecoming  queen. The last two have been people you were tied to, and I know you got Peggy elected. I want to have my turn.”

Someday I would look back at what Mona just said and laugh. I didn’t think being Homecoming queen would mean a whole lot after we left high school. I envisioned her filling out her application for a job and listing that and ‘head cheerleader’ as experience.

“What if I just put out the word you were to be elected?” I offered.

“No, I want the whole deal. I want to date the quarterback, be Homecoming queen, and win State. I want my senior year to be something I’ll always remember,” she said.

“Isn’t that a little cliché? The head cheerleader dating the quarterback?” I asked, and she just stared at me like I was mentally deficient. Well, they did call me ‘stupid boy.’ “Tell me more about the benefits.”

Mona leaned over and kissed my neck, and then moved her lips up to nibble on my ear.

"Okay, okay!" I laughed.

I loved the feel of Mona’s mouth on me. I gave her a big squeeze, and she pressed her body into mine and pushed her groin against my thigh.

"Come here!" Mona said with a mischievous grin and pulled me to my bedroom.

She opened the door and quickly swung me into the room, kicking the door shut behind us. She pushed me backward onto the bed and jumped on me; her mouth feverishly found mine.

"Wow, what’s gotten into you?" I asked.

Her only response was to keep kissing; she kissed my neck, my chest, and my stomach, while her hands went to work to unbutton my pants. Mr. Happy wrested control of the body from the big brain and caused me to moan in anticipation as I slid my hands up and down her taut teenaged body.

Mona freed my member and began to stroke it with one hand, using the other to pull my pants down. I lifted my butt so she could get them off. Mona smiled at me when I was finally naked. Her eyes roamed my body. Then she dropped to her knees at the foot of the bed, between my legs, and kissed down the flat of my stomach to my inner thigh. She licked my length and finally my sack.

Gawd, Mona could turn me on! I moaned in pleasure. It occurred to me I hadn’t showered since having sex with Pam, so I hoped the lake water had washed any residue from my body. If she noticed, it didn’t seem to stop her from sucking me. Mona bobbed her head up and down, taking me deeper with each attempt. Then she took as much as she could comfortably and sucked hard.

I cupped her cheek with my large hand and guided her up and down my member. I found a spot on the ceiling and concentrated hard to not get off too soon. I loved the skill Mona had brought to the game. I always enjoyed sex with her. That was never an issue, but I enjoyed sex with Pam too. I honestly would rather spend my time with Pam. It was just neither one of us was in a place to be more than a friend. With Mona, there would never be more than this. Yes, she was a friend, but she was never going to hold a special place in my heart like Pam potentially would.

"Oh, yes!" I groaned as I exploded.

I must have blacked out for a moment because suddenly I opened my eyes and a smiling Mona looked down at me.

“So, will you date me?” she asked.

“Hell, yes!” I said, and immediately regretted it.

◊◊◊ Monday August 24

I woke and was greeted by my trusty hound looking me in the eyes. He was absolutely not allowed on the bed, but I guess it was my fault because I had allowed him up when he was frightened by the thunderstorm yesterday. When Duke saw I was awake, his tail thumped against the bed. I gave him a stern look.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked.

He answered by licking me in the mouth!

“Yuck! Off! Get off the bed right now!” I ordered.

Duke thought I was playing and swatted me with his paw. I grabbed his collar and led him to his crate. I had to stuff him in and latched the door as I went to get dressed. I’d read an article that said it takes twenty-some straight days to make something a habit when training your child, so I figured the same applied to Duke. Apparently, it only took one day if they really liked something, like sleeping on my bed. I heard him complain and rock his crate as I shaved and brushed my teeth to get rid of any remnants of dog kiss.