"Well, " Alan began, approaching the chalkboard where the elaborate algebra problem was written out. "Which part do you not understand?" he asked.
Jeanine slid out of her seat slinkily, like a sleek jungle cat. She glided up to the board, standing so close to him, she could feel the heat radiating from him body. "Well... I just don't see how you got the answer." she said softly, yet coyly.
Alan handed her the chalk. "Why don't you do it this time so I can see what you got wrong." he suggested, stepping back from the board and sitting against his desk.
"Okay." Jen agreed, erasing the board and rewriting the problem. She was sure to write up high so she would have to strain in order to reach. When she strained, her already too-short skirt hiked up even higher.
Alan cocked his head slightly to get a better look. He knew she didn't need help, he could tell what kind of game she was playing. He didn't mind, he enjoyed being the object of her seduction.
Jeanine glanced back over her shoulder, catching his eyes on her backside. She grinned to herself and continued to work the problem on the board.
"Ooops." she said coyly, purposely dropping the chalk. She bent down right where she stood, giving him a good peek at her white panties.
When she looked up, sure enough, Mr. Richard's eyes were right where they were aimed to be placed. She smiled at him, rising to her full height and continuing with the math problem. She had him right where she wanted him.
* * *
The slightly chilly autumn air caressed Angela's tender curls as she made her way up her driveway, fishing in her bookbag for her housekeys. She found them with ease and inserted them into the lock, letting herself into her home.
Usually, when she got home from school, her aunt would be there with Patti, or they would have gone out for the afternoon; but today, her aunt's car was nowhere in sight. She must have taken Patti out.
Angela went straight upstairs to her bedroom, throwing her bookbag on the bed when she got there. She would usually get all her homework out of the way so she was free to do other things, but the only thing she could think about was soaking in the bathtub for an hour or so. She was exhausted and wanted to find some form of relaxation while she had the house to herself. Digging into her bureau, she found some underwear and headed for her parent's bedroom where the whirlpool was located.
A shrieking giggle was heard from her two-year-old sister's bedroom.
"That's odd..." Angela muttered to herself. Her younger sister couldn't have been home alone.
Another piercing giggle.
Angela made a bee-line for her sister's bedroom. The door was partially ajar, and as Angela neared, she could see the mass of brown curls that covered her Patti's head.
"I love you, you love me..." She'd know that voice anywhere. "We're a happy family. With a great big hug... Grrrrr! Bear hug! And a kiss from me to you... Mmmmwwwaaa! Won't you say you love me too?!"
Patti broke into another fit of giggles, clapping her hands. "Again! Again! Again!" she exclaimed.
Angela pushed the door open, see her sister seating on the floor. Across from her sat Scott. His blue eyes found her brown ones and he smiled.
"I love you, you love me... I hope..." he sang, not taking his eyes from hers. "We're one great big family." he got to his feet, approaching her as the beautiful words came from his mouth. "With a great big hug," he wrapped his arms around her. "And a kiss from me to you..." he brushed his lips gently across hers, rendering her weak in the knees. "Won't you say you love me too?" he asked, looking into her eyes.
Angela nearly melted. "I love you." she told him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him long and hard on his soft lips.
"I love you too." he said back, meaning it with every beat of his heart.
"Again! Again!" Patti chorused, giggling wildly. "Sing it again Scotty!"
"All afternoon, I went to school with Barney, rocked with Barney, did arts and crafts with Barney... she must have every single video he's ever made!" Scott laughed.
"What are you doing here!?" Angela exclaimed hugging him again.
"Well... we came back early, so I came to see you this morning, not remembering that you had school. So I hung with your aunt and sister here; we had a blast! We watched Barney, made cookies, watched more Barney, ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, more Barney... I had possibly the most fun I've had in my life! Then Mia had to go to the hospital so I stayed here with Patti and we chilled, watching more Barney." he glanced over at Patti who had busied herself with her favorite doll. "I had to hide the tapes... I swear, I will never be able to look at the color purple the same!" he whispered.
Angela laughed. "You are crazy Scott!" she declared, holding him close to her.
Scott grinned, kissing her forehead, then taking notice of the bunch of cloth in her hands. He pried it from her fingers and held up her bra and underwear.
"Well, well, well! It looks like you were expecting me!" he joked.
Angela punched him in the chest. "Come on." she said, pulling by the hand out of the room.
"But what about Patti?" Scott asked, pretending to be concerned with the well-being of the child, though he only cared about what his girlfriend had in store for him.
"She'll survive." Angela told him, dragging him into her bedroom and shutting the door.
She immediately pinned Scott up against the door, smothering him with her lips. He had no problem with her aggressiveness, holding her close to him. Their lips wrestled, their tongues intertwining. Angela ran her hands up his chest, feeling his smooth pectorals and his sculpted stomach muscles.
"Mmmm..." he moaned against her kisses. "My turn." he said, his hands starting at her stomach and roving their way up to her chest.
His fingers danced over the soft cotton of her bra, gently caressing her breasts through the fabric. Angela grabbed him by the shirt front and pulled him over to the bed, sitting down and pulling him with her. She ran her hands through his hair, needing him to be close to her at all times. They gradually lay back against the soft duvet, graduating from an innocent make-out session to something more aggressive and animalistic.
Scott's fingers grazed up and down her sides, feeling the softness of her skin. He unbuttoned the front of her green shirt, button by button, moving his kisses down her neck. Angela sucked in a deep breath as his lips traveled to her chest, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses in their trail.
"God I love you..." he groaned, running his hands over her breasts again, enjoying the way they seemed to fit perfectly in his hands.
"I... I love you too..." she sighed, her breath quickening by the second.
"ANGIA!!!! ANGIA!!!!!" Patti squealed from the hallway. "Where are you!?!" she whined.
Angela sat up abruptly, gently pushing Scott off her.
Scott whimpered in frustration. "I don't want to stop." he pouted.
"We have to." she said softly, kissing his lips.
"Why?" he whined. "We can just pretend we're playing hide and seek... it worked with the Barney tapes..."
"We were getting really serious Scott. I think it's best we stopped." Angela told him, kissing his forehead as he buttoned her shirt for her.
"Yeah... I guess you're right." he said with a hint of hurt in his voice.
Angela giggled. "It's not that I don't want to... do that... with you Scott, I just think we should wait a while. We're not really ready, you know?" she explained.
Scott nodded, still feeling rejected. It looked like his manhood would be meeting Rosy Palms and her five daughters again that night.
* * *
"Okay, X..." Timber said, thinking hard. "Ummm... My name is Xenia..."
"Xenia?" Carmen asked, kicking a pebble down the sidewalk as she and Timber made their way to the Moore's house as they had become accustomed to doing.
"Yeah! It was a name in that Bond film. My name is Xenia... I come from Xi Jiang, and I carry a xylophone!" Timber exclaimed.
"Okay, My name is Zeina, I come from Zimbabwe, and I carry a zebra." Carmen spewed out, pleased with her sentence.
"Ooooh, premeditation... that's always good." Timber teased.
"Wait a sec... Xi Jiang??? What the hell is that?" Carmen asked.
"It's a region in China." Timber replied.
"Yeah... okay.... no." Carmen argued.
Timber looked at her friend in disbelief. "It is too!" she exclaimed. "It's said to be self governed, but is really ruled by the Chinese government. It shares a border with the Soviet Union. Well actually Xi Jiang is a river, but Xijiang is the region."
"What would be the different there?" Carmen asked.
"Big difference." Timber assured her. "The spelling, and plus, ones a river and the other's a region."
Carmen looked at Timber with a raised eyebrow. "How the hell do you know that?" she asked.
Timber shrugged. "I dunno. I used to read encyclopedias on my spare time." she replied. "I plan to read the entire dictionary one day."
"You need a life babe." Carmen said with a grin.
Timber grinned back. "That's what you're here for!" she giggled. "Now that Jeanine's busy getting tutored everyday after school, Kelly's developed a close friendship with Trevor, and Angela's busy all the time... I'm glad I have another friend to rely on." she said with a cheesy grin. "And Bob's not here." she added.
"You just accumulate friends wherever you go don't you." Carmen giggled.
"I really do. I'm too friendly." Timber said with a shrug. "Scott used to call me Mini-Dave because he's just the same."
Carmen slipped her hand into her friends, lacing their fingers together. "Now I really have to meet these guys. I'm dying to know who they---"
Timber stopped walking when they neared her front porch. "Couldn't be..." she murmured.
"Hey Tim! Wasssssssap?!" Bob called, standing up from his perch on her front steps.
"Oh my God!" Timber screamed, running across the lawn to him.
He ran out to meet her, wrapping her in a hug. She jumped up on him, straddling his waist with her legs. Bob swung her around.
"Oh my God! I thought you weren't coming home for another week!" she exclaimed as he set her down. "Hey! How are ya buddy?" she asked, punching his arm.
"Pretty good. You're looking pretty good yourself." Bob said, not able to keep his smile from taking over his face. He spotted Carmen as she approached.
"Carm, this is Bob, Bob... Carm." Timber introduced. "She moved next door to you guys a few weeks ago." she explained to Bob.
"I didn't even know that house was for sale..." Bob snorted a laugh. "Well, you can have a hug too, since we're neighbors and all." he offered, only looking for a reason to hug her.
He wrapped the girl in his arms and knew that was where she belonged. Timber rolled her eyes at her best friend's flirting mechanisms.
"Let's go inside guys. I'm starved!" Timber proposed.
"I can't stay." Carmen said regretfully. "I have to get home. My mom's taking me to my grandparents house." She scrunched her face up to show her distaste for the matter.
"That sucks." Timber said with a chuckle.
"But tomorrow's Friday, then the weekend." Carm said with a grin. "We can all hang out."
"Okay." Timber and Bob agreed in unison.
"See you guys." Carmen said, starting down the front walk and across the street.
"I hope not sporadically!" Bob called after her.
"Oh God, you've been watching too many movies." Timber rolled her eyes, taking his hand and pulling him inside.
"If you only knew how many times I've been told that this entire summer..." Bob trailed off.
* * *
Clint wiped his sweaty palms on his khaki pants. He had a single rose in his hand as he made his way up Kelly's front walk...
* * *
"Actually, I think you multiply it by two..." Trevor informed Kelly, laying on his stomach on her bed. She lay beside him, their math book open in front of them.
"Yeah, you're right!" Kelly giggled. "I'm so stupid."
"No you're not!" he said adoringly. He kissed her cheek.
Kelly laughed nervously, glancing at him uneasily. Trevor leaned in to her and pressed his lips gently to hers. Kelly wasn't laughing anymore.
A surge of utter ecstasy rushed through her body as she felt his tongue slide into her mouth. Their lips ripped apart suddenly at the sound of footsteps in the hallway. Kelly instantly felt bad.
"Hey Kells-Bells," her twelve-year-old brother Warner said, peeking his head into her bedroom.
"Yeah?" she asked, sounding unnaturally high pitched.
"Your boy-toy is here." Warner said with a teasing smirk.
"What?" Kelly asked, glancing uneasily at Trevor.
"Clitoris boy it here." Warner said, using his pet name for Clint.
"What?!" Kelly screamed. "Tell him I'm not here! Tell him I'm at the library!" she urged, panicking.
"Sure thing Sis." Warner said, giving her the wink and the gun before leaving and closing the door.
* * *
Clint wrung the doorbell with a shaky finger. He hadn't seen his girlfriend in two months; he wasn't at all sure of what she would say.
Warner opened the door. "Sup Clit?" he asked, leaning cockily against the door jamb.
"Now I warned you not to call me that." Clint quipped.
"Cute pun buddy." Warner said, rolling his eyes. "Kelly isn't home." he added, cutting directly to the chase.
"She isn't?" Clint asked, his soaring hoped crashing to the ground.
"Nope." Warner said with a grin.
"Well, could you give her this?" Clint requested, extending the delicate rose to his girlfriends younger brother.
Warner's bright blue eyes swept over the rose before raising an eyebrow at Clint. "Dude, that's pretty corny."
"Yeah, whatever Warn." Clint said, rolling his eyes. He shagged Warner's short dark brown hair before descending the front steps. "Just do it!" he called over his shoulder.
"Okay. Oh and Clint!" Warner called after him.
Clint turned around, walking backwards. "What?" he asked.
"I did your mom!" Warner said with a grin before shutting the door.
Clint rolled his eyes and headed home.
* * *
"See Scotty! It's Barney!" Patti exclaimed, clapping her tiny hands together.
Scott had given in and retrieved her Barney tapes from where he had hidden them in the refrigerator. He was now forced to sit through a Barney marathon with Patti and Angela in the Tendero living room.
"Yeah. Barney." Scott said blandly.
Angela laced her fingers in his. She snuggled closer to him on the sofa.
Patti giggled shrilly. "Barney! Barney!" she exclaimed, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Scott was still paying attention. She was very perceptive for the average two year old. "Scotty!" she exclaimed, getting up from her rocking horse and climbing up into his lap.
The little girl pried her new best friend's fingers away from those of her sister and held onto them, claiming Scott for herself. Angela laughed at this, elbowing Scott.
"Looks like you have a new girlfriend there Scott." she said with a grin. "I'll leave you two alone. I have some homework to be doing."
"No! Patti I can take, but not Barney!!! If you leave me alone, I can't be held responsible for my actions." Scott pleaded.
Angela smiled at him. "Did she take a nap?" she asked, gesturing to her sister who was engrossed in Barney.
"No... was she supposed to?" Scott asked, confused.
"She'll be asleep in a few minutes." Angela assured him, turning and leaving the room back upstairs.
* * *
Timber laughed hysterically as Bob told her the story of Dave choking in the restaurant. She rolled back and forth on her bedroom floor, trying to breathe.
"Damn! You're laughing this hard now, what would you be doing if you were there!" Bob chuckled, tossing her stuffed animal at her.
Timber eventually calmed herself down, laying in the middle of the floor. "I want to have a party tomorrow night with the group. And Carmen too." she stated randomly, staring at the ceiling.
Bob laid back in her bed and pulled the covers up around him. "We really should. With Carmen." he said with a grin.
"You like her." Timber stated. "And don't deny it, I know you too well."
"I honestly don't know the girl, but she's cute." Bob said with a grin. "Very cute." he added.
Timber rolled her eyes. "Whatever." she muttered with a smirk. "She's really sweet and nice." she added.
"Yeah, you have very good taste in friends." Bob complimented.
"How so?" Tim asked, glancing up at him.
"I mean, there's Jeanine, dude, she is hot! And Kelly, and me! Now I am hot! I'm as hot as they come!" Bob rambled on.
Timber chucked her stuffed animal at him, and he hid his head under the covers to dodge it.
"Ahh! It's dark under here!" Bob shrieked.
"You'reanADDwhat?" Timber asked, pretending she hadn't heard what he had said.
Bob peeked out from under the covers. "I am not an A.D.D!" he exclaimed.
Timber hopped up and slid under the sheets next to him. The bed was single size, so it was a tight fit. "Yeah you are Boob." she said with a grin.
"Okay, okay. I give in." he agreed with a shrug. "Are you going to sleep over tonight?" he asked.
"Can't. As much as I love playing tug-of-war with the sheets, because you are a sheet hog, I have school tomorrow." she said.
"I am not a sheet hog!" Bob exclaimed, not believing she had just said that.
"Yeah you are Bob." Timber said matter-of-factly. "You hog the sheets! I shiver the entire night because you hog the sheets!" she accused.
"Well I'm sharing the sheets now, aren't it?" he challenged.
"Yeah, but that's because you're awake. When you're asleep it's a different story."
"I don't hog the sheets!!!" Bob exclaimed, pinching her in frustration.
Timber jumped, nearly rolling off the bed. "Sheet hog!" she giggled. "Sheet hog! Sheet hog! Sheet hog!"
"Am not! Am not! Am not!" Bob exclaimed, tickling her.
Timber squealed, giggling as she rolled off the bed. "Look what you made me do!" she exclaimed from the floor.
"TIMBER!!!" Bob called, rolling off the bed and landing directly on top of her.
"Ooof! You're so heavy!" she gasped. "You're cutting off the circulation to my brain!"
"As if there was any to begin with, crack baby!" Bob teased.
"Get off of me! Rapist!" Timber said, pinching his sides and trying to shove him off of her.
"Oh am I really a rapist?" Bob challenged.
"Yeah, you really---" the doorbell cut off her sentence. "Damnit. People always have to be showing up at my house..." Timber muttered, shoving Bob off with Herculean strength and getting to her feet.
She ran down the stairs two at a time to the foyer, opening the front door.
"What's shakin' babe?" Clint asked, hugging her immediately.
"Hey Clint!" Timber exclaimed. "What is up?" she asked.
"Nothing." he replied.
"Come on upstairs." she said. "Bobby's here."
"I figured as much." Clint laughed. "The guy can't live without you."
* * *