I wasn't even aware that I had left until I found myself walking down the street towards home. I had never felt this heavy weight of gloom before. It was like the sky had slowly lowered until it was resting on my shoulders. The only thought in my head was "I'm such a fool", and I kept thinking it over and over. When I got home I went straight to my room and closed the door, not wanting to face anyone or talk to anyone or have anyone see my face. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about staying home sick tomorrow. I decided that would be a mistake. I don't' want to draw attention to myself. Part of me also wanted to confront Melissa and make her tell me why she was so nice to me when she had a boy friend. I had thought that I was her boy friend.
I decided that to confront her was a bad idea and I did not want to see Melissa again. I can't just stop going to class. Maybe I can get the assignments from the teacher and ask to take the final early. I can make up some story about having to leave town before school gets out.
The next morning I got to school early and went to see my history teacher. She was not in favor of me taking the final early, but I promised that if she gave me the assignments that I would study them hard and would be ready for the final in a week. She agreed, and gave me a list of books and chapters that would be covered on the final.
One of the books I no longer had, having dropped it on Melissa's patio when I observed the scene on her sofa. I was not about to go back for it. I'll borrow it from someone.
The next thing on my mind was keeping a low profile. I stayed away from the common areas as much as possible and spent my spare time at school hidden in the back of the library. By the end of the second day I had regained some focus and was determined to pass the history final in a week. After school I went home by a different route and hit the books hard.
After a couple of days I had a visitor. Nancy and I had grown up together and she lived a few houses down from me. We were best friends and had spent many a summer vacation together. I didn't think she knew about Melissa so I was able to act natural with her. She wanted to know where I had been because she hadn't seen me at school in a couple of days. I told her I was just studying really hard and was going to take the history final in a few days. She asked why, and I just said that I wanted to get the class over with.
What I didn't know was that Nancy did know about Melissa. Bill had been telling everyone he knew that I was a peeping Tom and he was going to flatten my face if he could find me. Nancy had heard the rumor, which was the real reason she had come over to see me.
Because Nancy was such a good friend, she felt obligated to tell me what she knew. At first I was embarrassed, but because Nancy and I knew each other so well, I gave in and told her the truth about the time Melissa and I had spent together and how it ended. She was sympathetic of course, but tried to cheer me up and get me to put it all behind me. Putting it behind me was definitely on my agenda, as well as not ever seeing Melissa or Bill again.
Nancy and I talked for a while. She made me promise not to avoid her, and then she left.
Soon afterward I found myself comparing Nancy and Melissa. Even though Nancy was a year younger, she seemed to be more mature. They were both attractive but in different ways. Melissa was a physically beautiful girl. Nancy was physically attractive, maybe even had a better body, but her face was pretty, not beautiful. Melissa definitely got more attention from the guys. Of course, Melissa also wore short skirts and left a couple of buttons open on her blouse whenever possible. She definitely had made my dick hard a few times.
I managed to get through the week without running into anyone. I told Nancy where I spent my free time at school and she joined me part of the time. I made sure she knew this was not a social occasion and she was good about studying and not talking. In the back of my mind I noticed that she seemed to be trying to spend more time with me, but I was too focused to give it any thought.
That weekend Nancy invited me over for a swim in her pool. I had done that hundreds of times before and it was quite natural for me to do so. I was on the swimming team and since we didn't have a pool, I was always over at Nancy's swimming laps.
I took my history books, since I was to take the final on Monday, and my swim suit, and rang her doorbell at 10:00 Sat morning. Nancy opened the door and I was a little taken aback. She was wearing a bikini that I had never seen before, and I had never noticed how well she filled out a bathing suit. That's the problem with growing up with someone; you can be the last to notice that they have grown up.
I whistled and looked her up and down, and she promptly punched me in the shoulder.
I changed into my suit and we went out to the pool. I placed my books on a patio table and dove into the water. It felt good to swim, to feel the exertion as I glided quickly through the water. I did 4 quick laps then stopped and asked Nancy why she wasn't swimming. She was sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet in the water. She said she liked watching me swim because I was so fast and so smooth in the water. I mentally noted that I did not remember hearing her complement me before, but I didn't say anything, instead I grabbed her legs and pulled her into the water. We had often had water fights and wrestled in the water over the years, and to me this was no different. But it was different. Nancy was not acting like a child any more, and it affected the way I acted also. I realized that I could not touch her in certain places like I used to. But we could still have fun in the water. Nancy jumped on my back and threw her arms around my neck. She wrapped her legs around my waste and told me I was her horse and had to carry her across the pool. I said fine and I began to do the breast stroke. I found I had to work pretty hard to keep my head above water with her on my back. About half way across the pool I decided to dunk her and I swam under water, still doing the breast stroke. Then I quickly spun around and we found ourselves hugging, with her legs still wrapped around my waist. We surfaced and she still held on, even though this was now a very sexual position. She looked at me with an impish grin on her face, knowing that I was aware of the situation but didn't know what to do. I had my arms around her waist but was not squeezing her to me. She on the other hand had her groin pressed against mine and I was aware of a growing presence in my trunks. It took me a minute to realize that she must also be aware of it and I became further embarrassed and broke out of the embrace.
"What's the matter, shy"? she asked.
"What?" I asked. "Shy? No, I mean, what's there to be shy about?"
I then turned and began swimming towards the other end of the pool. I was surprised at my reaction, to my physical response to her embrace, and my embarrassment. Nancy and I had grown up together and been physically close many times before and I had never felt that way.
I decided to avoid a repeat until I had time to think this over. I got out of the pool, said I needed to study and began drying off. As I did so Nancy climbed out of the pool. As she was bent over before standing up I noticed how full her breasts were. "Why haven't I noticed that before" I wondered. Then when she was standing fully erect I could need her nipples pointing through her bathing suit top. I realized how thin the material was, and also how skimpy. As these thoughts were going through my mind I felt that stirring in my loins again and decided to sit down at the table before she noticed.
She left for a minute then returned with a book and sat across from me and began to study.
I had trouble focusing at first, but finally got my head into it and made good progress.
Later, as I was walking home, my mind kept returning to that vision of Nancy in the bikini. This was disconcerting to me. Nancy had always been the one that I could tell anything to, someone I could trust to take my secrets to her grave. I can't start having these kinds of thoughts about her, that would change everything.
Monday morning I went to my history class first thing and took the final. I felt that I had done well, and was in a relatively good mood through my next two classes.
Lunch came and instead of going to the library I walked out of the main entrance and was walking down the steps when I came face to face with Melissa.
"Bob, where have you been, I've been looking for you for a week" she said.
"I've been in the library studying for the history final. I just took it this morning," I replied.
"Oh, so you won't be coming back to class" She responded. "Bob, I'm really sorry about what happened last week, I never meant to hurt you".
Suddenly I heard my name called out loudly and I looked up to see Bill walking quickly up the steps.
"I've been looking all over for you, you fucking peeping Tom", said Bill, who proceeded to punch me in the face. The power of the blow knocked me back and I sat down on the steps. I realized that there were kids everywhere and they could not have missed the sound of Bill yelling my name. Bill took Melissa by the arm and walked up the stairs.
"Wait, I need to talk to Bob" she pleaded, but Bill was not listening.
Every direction I looked, everyone was looking at me and whispering to each other. I just sat there with my arms on my knees and my head in my hands. I never imagined that it was possible to feel so humiliated.
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