Going Commando

Bud and I left the two lovebirds to their coy dance and walked from the parking lot to the back entrance of the building where our homerooms were. Bud always seemed uncomfortable being in public alone with me and I couldn't figure out why. He was OK with holding hands as we walked to school, but as soon as we got within sight of his friends he pulled away. I almost felt like he was ashamed of me, and that hurt. This time I wasn't going to let him get away with it.

"Bud?" I said as he waved to a group of his friends. I knew he was going to run off and join them and leave me to wait for the bell allowing us into the building alone.

"Yeah?" He stopped in mid-stride and turned back to me.

"Kiss me bye?" He glanced at his friends and then looked back at me and then at the ground and started kicking at a bit of paper lying on the asphalt walkway.

I almost laughed out loud as it dawned on me why he was acting this way. My super-stud lover with the monster cock was still just a boy who wasn't comfortable around girls and who wasn't entirely past the pig-tail pulling and dirt-clod-chucking stage of interacting with them. My heart went out to him big-time when I saw that I was going to have to see him through this phase from little-boy to young adult.

"Bud!" I said, with a mocking-serious tone. "Get over here and kiss me!"

"Yes'm." He said, like he had been scolded by his mother. But he dropped his bag and put his arms around me willingly enough. I saw his eyes flick toward the group of his buddies and then he bent down and put his lips on mine.

I dropped my own bag and put my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me. He obviously intended a somewhat-sisterly peck on the lips, but I wasn't going to settle for that. I hugged him and kissed him like I wanted him to fuck me right there in the grass. I even pulled my right leg up and rubbed it along the outside of his.

I didn't carry it too far, but far enough to give his crowd of friends a good idea of what we got up to in private. When I let go, he was still getting warmed up and, judging from the bulge in his slacks, my intent had come through loud and clear.

He picked up his bag and hugged it to him so that it hid his growing erection. I wanted to tell him not to bother, that he had nothing to be embarrassed about, but that might have undone the good I had done by getting him to kiss me in front of his friends.

As he walked off with them, I could see the back-slaps and hear the "Way to go, dood!"s and the "My man!"s and one lone "You lucky son-of-a-bitch!" I knew I had had the effect I wanted. Bud's reputation as a lover was off on the right track. If the Henderson girls weren't spreading the news, then it was up to me to do it. After all, I loved Bud dearly, even if I wasn't 'in love' with him. Odd though it sounded to admit it to myself. I had a set of complex feelings for him, but all were founded in love. I loved him enough not to want to keep him all to myself. There was certainly enough of him to go around. But I had discovered that there was a great and profound joy in contributing to other people's happiness that lasted far longer and was more satisfying than using others to make yourself happy.

That reminded me of a fault of mine that I had recognized. I had a habit of playing with people, of treating them like toys that I could take out of the box at a whim. So far, no one had complained, and most, like Connie the waitress, wanted to see me again, but if I kept it up I would eventually make someone unhappy. Still, I have a playful nature, and that seemed to be what attracted people to me, along with my other, more obvious assets. I would simply have to try to budget my time so as not to slight anybody. Bambi had asked me to consider the other person's feelings, and I promised myself that I would try to do that.

While I stood contemplating my faults, two of my new friends came up to me to say good morning. I wasn't aware that Janice and Jolene had ever had anything to do with each other before yesterday, but now they seemed like best friends.

"Hi, Sam!" Jolene said, cheerfully. Both she and Janice looked like they had a secret and they would just bust if they didn't tell it. We walked over to a corner of the building away from the crowd so we could talk privately but not look like we were trying to sneak off.

"Hi, Jolene. Janice." I said. "How are you two this morning?"

"Oh, we're just fine." Janice said.

"Yes, but isn't it cool this morning?" Jolene asked with a big grin.

"Yes, it's very cool today, don't you think?" Janice asked, making a point of tugging at her skirt as though it were slightly uncomfortable.

"Oh, hush, you two!" I said in a quiet tone. "Anyone would think you'd never gone commando before."

"Gone what?" Jolene said.

"'Gone Commando'", I explained. "It means going without underwear. I picked the term up from a boy. I'm not sure why Commandos would not wear underwear, but that's what he said it meant."

Jolene blushed. "But if a boy didn't wear any underpants, he'd just... dangle!" She looked like she hadn't thought much about boys' equipment and she was enjoying picturing it.

"I'm glad girls don't dangle." Janice said. "I wouldn't like having something just hanging out like that. I mean, can you imagine having something so 'exposed'?"

"No, I can't," I said. "But then, boys probably feel the same way about boobs."