New Day New School
First day got detention for wearing my vest and utility-belt. Made me pull everything out, bottles of oil and mouthwash, baby-wipes, spare underwear, and such. Should have left the vibrator home. Security police a suit and nice legs questioned me through two classes and lunch. Not sure I cared for this crowd.
Until I met Lynda. Back in Maple Glen she would rate well, open expressive friendly and playful. Dressed sharp in pleated skirt and starched blouse. Met going in and sat together.
Teacher came in and let us remain on the couch as he took roll, then seemed forget he saw us. We sat close and she let me casually stroke her leg without anyone notice. I got bolder and pulled her legs open. Dude looked right at us but did nothing. Put my hand on her knee doodled on my pad and read History for the next hour.
Afterward we walked to the coffee cart and sat under a tree. Lynda posed and spun, allowing me make show of ogle and woo. Accepted light caresses along thigh hip and waist back elbow and rib, her body mine to explore. She seemed know what I like and how I think, even anticipated me. Knew as soon as we saw, I wanted a taco. We shared an order of two and chips instead of the drink. Her bus-stop was on the other side of campus than mine, but didn’t matter, mine stopped every half-hour. Had time to kill, sat in the corner necking.
When along came a trio of trolls in hoodies. As they pushed me around, I got to know strength and physical ability each. None impressed me. First one got a chop to his eye and elbow in his throat; knuckles up the nose and hammer blow to the next; and the classic kick to groin and knee smash to face for the last. Enough to make them think twice next time.
Lynda thought me cool.
Held my gushing nose, not feeling cool. Got clocked twice. Stars and birdies.
Ancestral cultures call it 3rd-eye, sight and sensory through ambient energy. Always been there helping and guiding. Why I never quite take life serious, nothing makes sense. Make a big deal about how I dress, allow me grope a girl in class and on campus. Spidey Senses alert, couldn’t help feel watched. Then it came to me. My files, the special program and classes, faculty changes and class reassignments, girls I met… This a continuation.
Manhandled her to multiple climax and called it good.
Campus Security. Who? Overweight doughnuts in uniform come and try to wrestle me to the ground, but end up there instead.
Resisting Officers. What? Handcuffs and a cheap shot to my face. And knee to my side. That one hurt!
Campus Station Booking and Incarceration, chipped block letters on frosted glass, bad movie set. Attractive ladies and a cute babe. Several serious looking suits with droopy eyes and angry pouts. Easy one, focus on the babes. Got a smile before someone elbowed from behind. That one hurt too.
Gave me takeout.
Mom arranged to pick me up on her way home from work.
They let me sit in the bullpen and help the ladies. Knew about the cameras, but that just made more fun! They knew who watched and wanted tease. Most were regulars on my former website. Go figure. Ladies in uniform… Woof!
“Hawk Allen! The Virgin Lover?”
Officers’ Lounge, open yet cozy, big flatscreen with stereo, plush chairs and couches, kitchen and dinning area.
Campus Security orgy. Good to be me.
Not sure how tomorrow will go, but when Mom picked me up near midnight, I looked forward to it.