Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2017 00:44:14 -0400
From: Jasper <redwolf94@protonmail.com>
Subject: Kissing Practice - Part 4 (high school)

Kissing Practice - Part 4

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This story is about a budding mm relationship - proceed if you want.

Saturday Night - The Strand

The 4 senior boys walked through the entry way, each sporting the white
wrist band decorated with cat faces signifying that they were under 21 and
had paid the cover charge.  In order to get into the other side, they'd
have to be wearing colored wrist band. The color changed nightly over
there. On this side, the band was always white, albeit with a different
decoration on it. The underage side was Cloud 9 (hence the white wrist
bands).  The adult side was called Prism.


Even though it was only a little before 8:00, Cloud 9 was fairly crowded.
Many of the students who hung out had curfews ranging from 10:00 to
midnight.  Aaron found the four of them a long six-person table with bench
seats that was empty and sat down as Andrew offered to buy a picture of pop
for the group.  He came back moments later with a pitcher and some glasses.


No sooner had Ian poured himself some pop, then a couple of girls wandered
over to the table, both fellow seniors.  Jen Caleb was in his homeroom and
Calculus class.  Tina Rey was in his English class.


"Hey Ian," Jen greeted him. Jen was about Keith's height.  She was average
in size, not model thin, but certainly not robust.  Jen and Ian sat next to
each other in both classes and enjoyed chatting back and forth, a habit
that had gotten both of them in trouble a time or two. Jen had shoulder
length sandy brown hair, with light brown eyes to match.  Typical of her,
she was wearing a Huskers T-shirt and a pair of cut of jeans.  She gave off
a very farm girl air, which she was, having lived in rural Nebraska until
she moved here to White Sands Beach after 6th grade. They'd actually had
been in the same math classed every year, having both been in the
accelerated program.


"Hi Jen," Keith butted in with a greeting.  "Ian's not the only one here."
The grin on his face told that he wasn't bothered by the omission of
greeting.  He had a strong suspicion that Jen had the hots for his
friend. Jen and Tina often ate with Keith and Ian's Lunch group.  She
always managed to sit next to him.  The two of them would jabber at each
other the whole time.  Of course, Tina usually ended up next to him, now
that he thought about it.  He realized that the two of them often bantered
back and forth, just as much as his friend and Jen.

As soon as Keith thought of Tina, he looked at her.  She blushed slightly,
and with a small smile said, "Hey Keith."  Tina was the more subdued of the
pair. Tina was in many way's Jen's compliment.  Jen was energetic, Tina was
calm.  Jen was a farm girl/tom boy, Tina was a book worm.  Jen had light
colored hair and was a bit buxom, Tina was petite and dark haired.  Jen was
light complected from here Norwegian heritage. Tina had an almost olive
Mediterranean cast to her skin.

"Oh, hi Keith ... Arron ... Andrew," Jen greeted belatedly.  "Sorry, but
Tina and I saw you walking in and we had to get the gritty details of last
night."


"You know about me and Lisa?"  Ian asked with a slight groan.


"More like you and Karen," Tina offered.  Tina sat down next to Keith, as
Jen pushed in next to Ian.


"Hello," Andrew waved on the other side of the table.  "There's room over
here!"


Jen looked up and simply said, "No, we're fine," already turning her head
back to Ian.  "Did you really tell Karen to ... F off?"  She said the last
part in a near whisper.


True to form, Ian blushed and answered sheepishly, "umm ... yeah."


"Nice one," Jen affirmed.


Just then, the DJ started up a fast, upbeat tune.  Jen grabbed Ian's arm
and simply commanded, "Let's dance."


Ian didn't resist.


Tina, still looking at Keith, said simply, "Shall we?"


Keith answered by sliding off the bench and leading her by the hand to the
dance floor.


"Hey, what about us?" Aaron called out.


Jen turned back.  "There's plenty of girls on the dance floor, feel free to
come out."



For the next hour, the boys danced out on the floor.  Jen and Tina danced
close to Ian and Keith, usually right in front of them. The obvious signal
that these two boys were claimed.  Aaron and Andrew roamed around, joining
one group or another. When the music slowed, the group would take a break
and grab some pop or water to drink, making small talk about school or
sports or the latest TV show.

As it approached 10:00, and the music turned slow again, Jen stopped Ian
from leaving the dance floor. "This is one of my favorite songs.  Let's
dance."  She grabbed his hand and moved in close, resting her head on his
shoulders while they slowly swayed to the music.


Ian noticed that Tina had kept Keith on the floor as well.  As the music
quieted, their motions slowed and the words stopped, Ian's mind began to
take in what was happening.  He realized he was really enjoying himself.
This was totally different from the previous night.  Hanging with Jen now
was like math class.  He felt he could be himself and so could she.  He
felt comfortable with her.


He looked up and saw Keith slow dancing with Tina.  An odd feeling shot
through him.  It took him a moment to figure it out - it was the tinges of
worry.  Keith had a slight smile on his face.  He looked content and happy
dancing with Tina.  The thought that went through Ian's mind was that if
Keith started dating Tina, their time together would be drastically
reduced.


Ian never gave it a thought that Keith might be thinking the same thing.


As the song was about to end, Ian felt Jen raise her head off his shoulder.
She was staring at something by the entrance.  Before he could turn his
head to see what had caught her eye, she turned her face to his ...  and
kissed him.


It wasn't just a simple kiss either.  The hand that had just been holding
him around his lower back raised up to the back of his head and pulled him
into her.  Her mouth opened and her tongue sought out his.  Ian gave into
the kiss.  Several seconds later, she drew back slightly and whispered into
his ear, "Let's go somewhere a little more private."  She said it a little
breathily.


Whether it was the words or the way she said it, Ian's blood instantly
traveled south.


Jen did not fail to notice.  With a small, almost embarrassed laugh, she
whispered, "whoa fella - I just want to talk ... I guess the rumors aren't
true."


As the words sank in, Ian realized what 'rumors' she was talking about and
felt his blood reverse course, this time causing his other head to blush
and heat up.


Jen just laughed again and pulled him towards the exit.  As they
approached, Ian saw what (or rather who) had caught Jen's attention: Lisa
and Karen.  He hastened out the door after Jen recognizing that if looks
could kill, he'd be six feet under right then.


The night air had turned crisp, but not unpleasant.  The sky was clear and
the air was still.  The night was filled with the tranquil rhythm of the
waves crashing on the beach.  They walked down the strand outside the
Strand until they found a semi-secluded bench on which to sit.


They sat quietly for a time enjoying the night sounds.  This is what Ian
liked about Jen.  It was comfortable and there were no expectations.


Until she asked the question.


"Do you want to go out?"  She said it casually, like the answer didn't
matter.


Ian wasn't fooled.  The problem was he instantly knew his answer.  He just
wasn't sure how to say it.  He loved talking to Jen.  Aside from Keith,
there was no one with whom he liked to hang out with.  Lunch and math would
be so lame without her. But ... he didn't think of her romantically.
Actually, that thought churned his stomach.


**Why did she have to ruin it?** was the thought that went through his
head.


He realized he had to answer her ... And then realized his delay had
already answered the question.  He turned to her, expecting disappointment
or a spurned look ... but instead ... she was smiling!


She could see his confusion on his.  "You dork - I have no desire to go out
with you!  That'd be like dating my brother."


"Then why'd you ask?"


"Well..."  she suddenly became hesitant.  With a deep breath, she
continued.  "First, I had to know for sure..."


"Know what?"


"Well ..." she began again, "If maybe you *did* like me in that way. I
didn't think you did, but then you gave me that not so subtle poke."


Ian blushed again ... damn he hated that he did that all the time.
"Sorry," he muttered sheepishly, "but you'd just given me that soul sucking
kiss and then seemed to be offering to ... umm ... you know... I wasn't
exactly thinking with my head."


"Well not this head, at least," she quipped as she buffed him just above
his neck.


Ian laughed.  "Sorry," he repeated. Jen joined in with a giggle.


She quieted down and became serious again.  After another pause, she seemed
to steel herself and asked the next question. She was so soft, Ian had to
strain a bit to hear her. "So ... *are* the rumors true?"


From anyone else the question would have irked Ian, possibly even made him
irate.  But from Jen, he sensed she really needed to know for some reason.
He also realized he could trust her with whatever he said.


"You mean the rumors that I ... umm ... like sausage instead of fish?"


Jen looked at him with that look women give men when they can't fathom how
they think.  "Sausage instead of fish?  Really?  That's how you'd describe
it?  But, yes ... that's what I'm asking."


Without hesitation, Ian answered with an emphatic, "No."


"You sure?"


The question hit Ian like a brick.  He realized Jen really thought that he
**WAS** gay.  "Jen, how long have you known me?  How can you ask that?"


She was quiet for a minute.  She looked in his at his face, probably trying
to figure out his emotions.  "Do you trust me? Are you angry with me?"


Ian felt like he was in a whirlwind.  Her questions were like a shotgun
shot - pellets scattered everywhere.


"Yeah, I," he had started to answer her first question, and then heard her
second question.  Wanting to clarify, he started over. "Jen, I trust you
... and I'm not angry with you.  What's this about?"


She changed directions again.  "Do you know what you look like when Keith
sits down at the lunch table?"


"What?"  He was beginning to know what it felt like to be in a blender - he
felt himself spinning around inside trying to get a grip on where the
discussion was going.


Jen continued, "Keith often shows up 3-4 minutes after we sit down.  Before
he comes, you're your happy go lucky self.  But the moment he arrives,
everything ratchets up a notch.  You're more happy, you're more go lucky.
There's this light that seems to come our of you.  When Keith is around,
you become more you."


Jen was quiet again.  Ian let her words sink in.  His mind began to replay
to kisses.  First was the most recent.  His kiss with Jen had been wet and
passionate and ... and ... well ... nothing.  Then the memory of his kiss
with Keith.  Just the memory caused his whole body to flush and his pulse
to quicken a bit.


He coughed and shifted a bit uncomfortably.


The sound moved Jen to continue.  "I wasn't the only one to notice.
Actually, I think most of the class has noticed.  Truth be told, I think
that's why Lisa got you to ask her to the Prom - to see if it was true.  As
far as she's concerned, I think she believes she proved they were."


"Is that why you kissed me?"  Ian asked with sudden clarity, "To see for
yourself?"  He couldn't keep a hint of anger out of his voice.


"What?"  Jen asked with shock.  "No, of course not.  I kissed you to prove
her wrong. I figured if she saw that, she'd have to second guess herself."


It was Ian's turn to be quiet for a time.  Finally he whispered, "Maybe she
wasn't."  The partial admission felt like a sucker punch to his gut.  He
didn't want to be that ... but ... the kiss ... and how Keith made him
feel.  Now that Jen had pointed it out, he realized the truth of it .. Or
at least a shade of the truth.


Jen saw the tear leak from his eye.  She turned his face towards her and
said, "Ian I don't care that you might be gay."


Hearing her say the words caused the single tear to become a fountain.  She
pulled him into her chest and let the tide of his emotions run its course.



When she finally spoke, Ian was once again confused.  "So, do you want to
go out with me?"


The strange question did the trick of knocking Ian out of his melancholy
from his sudden revelation.  "What? I thought we had the answer to that."


"Ian, I'm sorry for doing this to you.  I'm being selfish,"


Apparently the whirlwind sensations were not yet over for the night.
"Again, what?"


"Let me talk for a bit.  Let me try and explain.  First of all - I'm not
sure the jury is out yet about which team you really play for, but I think
at the very least you're open to switching teams."


Ian thought about that for a second.  Could he be gay?  Bi?  Somewhere in
between?  It didn't seem as scary a thought as a couple of moments before.


Jen continued. "Second - I think I'm in the same boat as you."


The statement hung between them.  Suddenly Ian's eyes went wide.  "Wait."
He began, "you and Tina?"


Jen simply nodded her head.



Ian wasn't in the accelerated courses because he was dumb. Pieces started
to fall into place about what Jen was after.  She and Tina .... And she
suspected him and Keith ... The light bulb went on.  "So you want us to go
out ... to cover for each other? If we go out, people might suspect, but
then just figure they were wrong."


Again Jen nodded.


A slight pause and the final piece fell in place. Tina dancing with Keith.
Tina leaving with Keith.  "And Tina's having this discussion with Keith
right now?"


"I told you, I'm .. We're .. being selfish."


Ian stared at her for a moment. He let the idea swim around his mind for
awhile.  Finally, He smiled, leaned in and kissed her chastely on the lips.
"Does this mean you want to wear my letterman jacket?"


Just then a noise caused them both to look up.  Tina and Keith were walking
down the strand towards them hand in hand.


"Guess they agreed too," Jen observed.


As Ian watched Keith approach, he suddenly felt all giddy.  His stomach
felt like it was filled with butterflies.  And the only thought that
entered his mind was ... Keith and I will be alone in my bedroom all night.
His blood drained south for the second time that hour. He still wasn't sure
he which team he played for ... but he did realize, he was interested in
seeing if Keith might be up for a new sport.

More to come.
Jasper - redwolf94@protonmail.com