The rehearsal was going lousy. It was too early but Mr. Ivey, their drama instructor insisted that they were at their freshest closest to dawn.
Their rehearsal was interrupted by an excited kid wearing a gym uniform.
"What is it young man?" asked Mr. Ivey.
"In the gym! You've got to see it!" the boy exclaimed and then he was gone.
Jamie did not know why she and Mariette did not put two and two together. As they hurried from the auditorium, the incident wasn't even on their minds.
"You look tired," said Jamie to Mariette.
Mariette just smiled dreamily.
*FLASHBACK*
Mariette stretched and rubbed her hand over the soft cotton blankets. She opened her eyes. JC was not in the bed.
"Josh?" she called, worried that he had left her. JC walked in a moment later, carrying a tray laden with food.
"Good morning Sunshine," said JC dropping a light kiss on her lips as he put the tray down on the bed.
He had put on a pair of dark blue and black striped boxers. Mariette ran her hand over his chest.
"You look good," she said, pulling his head down to hers.
"You look better," he whispered, his lips caressing hers.
"Sacre Bleu!" Mariette cried, pushing him away. "What time is it?"
"Six. You have plenty of time," said JC, pushing her back down and covering her body with his own.
He picked a strawberry off of the tray and held it to her lips.
She opened her lips slightly, allowing the strawberry and JC's fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them for a moment before letting them slip from her lips. Then chewed the strawberry and swallowed.
"Good?" asked JC.
"I like you better," she replied with a sultry smile. She could feel what she was doing to him.
She slipped her hands down his back and into his boxers. Her hands rested on his butt. He pulled her hands away and held them over her head. He kissed her, allowing just the tip of his tongue to enter her mouth.
"We have over an hour, we can wait a minute. I'm planning on feeding you, bite by bite," he said.
Between each word he kissed her lightly.
"I'm not hungry. . .for food," she giggled.
"Jesus! You're so. . .feisty this morning!" he laughed.
"Can you blame me?" she asked.
He just smiled and picked up a croissant. He broke off a little piece and popped it into her mouth.
"I made it myself!" he said proudly. "From the can," he added under his breath. He continued to feed her pieces of croissant until it was gone.
"You didn't eat anything," she said.
"I'm planning on it," he grinned.
He pushed the blanket completely off of her and grabbed a bottle of Aunt Jemima syrup.
"Josh! What? What. . .if you. . .you'll ruin your sheets!" she sputtered.
He placed his mouth over hers, a most effective way to shut her up.
Mariette shivered as she felt the sticky syrup being poured over her breasts and belly. JC leaned down and lapped at one syrup coated nipple. His tongue was rough like a cat's yet as smooth as silk.
He suckled her breasts until the syrup was gone and licked all remaining traces of syrup from her body. She laughed and giggled and they both thoroughly enjoyed themselves.
He dribbled a line of syrup down her body and followed it with his tongue. When he reached her femininity he pressed his tongue deep inside of her. He savored the taste of her, syrup, and traces of himself from the night before. He cleaned her with his tongue, like a mother cat cleaning her kittens, except in a much more sexual way.
He felt her walls clenching around his tongue, gripping it tight. Mariette cried out from the force of her orgasm and JC felt her liquid honey dribble from her body into his mouth.
He reached up and gathered her into his arms. She was crying.
"What's wrong? Marie? Honey?" he asked, concerned that he had hurt her.
"Oh God Josh!" she said, burying her face in his chest. "That was so so wonderful. Please do it again." JC smiled indulgently and rubbed her back.
"Not now. You better start getting ready. You're kinda sticky, why don't we take a shower?"
"I'd like that," she whispered, her warm breath on his skin causing his nipples to harden, along with another part of him.
He stripped off his boxers and pulled her into the bathroom, gripping her hand tightly. He bent over to adjust the water and Mariette slapped his butt.
"You're too skinny," she said. "You need to gain some weight."
"If I have another breakfast like I did today I might actually be tempted to eat food. Only for you, though." He stepped into the shower and reached out his hand. "Are you coming? My back needs to be washed."
Mariette stepped into the shower, the hot water creating billowing clouds of steam. The hot water cascaded over them. She gently turned him around and grabbed the soap. She kissed in between his shoulder blades and began washing his back. As she was washing his back, she placed sporadic kisses along his back and shoulders. As much as she loved him though, she wasn't really thrilled with the idea of kissing his butt, so she pinched it instead.
Her hands traveled around to his chest and then lower. The soap slipped from her hands, leaving only her fingers to caress that part of him that was stiffened with desire for her.
She turned him around and dropped to her knees before him. JC watched as her mouth enfolded him. The pleasure was no less phenomenal than the sight of watching her.
JC couldn't stand it anymore. He picked her up and pinioned her against the shower stall wall. She wrapped her legs around him and he entered her with one thrust. Even though she pleaded with him to go faster, he took his time, leisurely sliding in and out. He knew that the slower he went, the more powerful her climax would be.
Mariette wriggled around. Some of his strokes were full and pleasurable. Some, he just let the tip slide in, like a whisper inside of her. Her hands roamed over his body, feeling where they were joined together.
JC felt her second orgasm of the morning approaching. He deepened his thrusts. Only after she had cried out his name did he quicken his pace. JC exploded into her. They sank to the floor of the shower, wrapped in each others arms, letting the hot water cascade over them. Mariette rested her chin on his shoulder.
"We didn't use any protection," she said as if she really didn't care.
JC realized with shock that she was right. That in the height of their passion he had forgotten about a condom.
"Aren't you on the pill?"
"There was never any reason for me to be," she said defensively.
"Oh. Well. . .if something happens, we'll work through it. I love you."
"I love you too," he kissed her and turned off the shower.
"Come on. You better get ready."
*END FLASHBACK*
"Mmmmhmmm," said Mariette. "I am."
"Long night?" asked Jamie.
"And morning."
"Wow! Go you!" said Jamie, hugging her tightly.
"Jamie. . . we didn't. . .Josh and I. . .we didn't use a. . .ummm. . .any. . . contraception devices!" said Mariette.
She placed her hands over her flat stomach. "What if there's a baby?"
"Oh. . .there probably won't be. Borrow a pill from Lulu or somebody. You have seventy two hours to take the morning after pill," said Jamie, shrugging her shoulders.
Mariette looked at her aghast and shook her head.
"That would be murder. . .it's just as bad as abortion. You don't understand. . .I. . .I won't take anything," said Mariette, straightening her shoulders. "If Josh and I were meant to have a baby now, then I'm not gonna stop it. I'll let it happen. I want it to happen."
"Whatever you think would be best," said Jamie, who clearly disapproved.
They rounded a corner, almost colliding with the group that had gathered and discovered that September hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night either.
Their mascot, smiling Ponce de Leon, the friendly pirate, now had a rather sinister black and red devil's head.
Lunch at Ponce de Leon High was a monotonous affair. You either bought a greasy hamburger at the snack bar and sat with a preordained clique or you went to the nearby mall and had a greasy hamburger there and sat with a preordained clique there. Nevertheless, the mall was the more preferable place to hang out.
Jamie waited for September in front of the school. They were going with Chris and Tripetta to the mall where everyone was supposed to meet to discuss things. As soon as Jamie saw September she dragged her over.
"You could have killed yourself doing the job alone!" she scolded in hushed tones, making sure that they were not being overheard.
"Do you like it?" asked September, dark circles under her eyes.
"Of course I don't like it!" ejaculated Jamie.
"It doesn't matter," sighed September. "As long as he likes it."
"Did you send the letter to JC?"
"This morning. I whited out my name and typed it in the second column."
"You could have just given it to him."
"But the instructions said to mail it."
"How would whoever know? Oh never mind! Oh shit!"
"What is it?" asked September.
It was Lulu. Wearing a black leather miniskirt and a sheer white blouse, strutting toward them. Jamie smiled brightly.
"Hello Lulu."
"Where's Justin and Lance? They're supposed to pick me up here so that we can go to the mall."
"Why, for the life of me I can't remember where I tied their leashes. Why ask me? I'm not their master."
Lulu gave her a condescending look and turned to September.
"I loved your devil September."
"Thank you," September mumbled, eyes downcast.
Just then Chris and Tripetta drove up. Chris got out of the front seat and slammed the door. Tripetta got out of the opposite back seat, slammed her door, and glared at Chris.
"Hello Jamie, September, Lulu," she said to them as she walked over.
Chris remained leaning against the car, glaring at her. Tripetta had a nice tan because she had recently returned from a business trip to Cancun, where she had decorated a beach house for a wealthy client. She leaned against a tree. Her hair was down and looked stringy and uncombed. She was wearing a pair of old jeans and a tshirt along with her cowgirl boots. Suddenly her face went deathly white. She screamed and smacked her hand frantically.
"What is it?" asked Lulu, Jamie, and September anxiously.
"A spider!" Tripetta stamped at the ground.
"So what? It won't bite," said Lulu.
Lulu was extremely intimidated by Tripetta but she hid that behind a mask of indifference.
"It did bite me!" Tripetta stopped her tribal dance and looked at Chris, embarrassed. He didn't even smile.
"Do you think that we should insist that she go to the hospital? Before the venom kills her?" asked Lulu in a loud whisper.
"Oh for Godsakes!" yelled Tripetta.
She stomped off, past Chris and the car. He watched her for a few moments before climbing into the car and slowly driving alongside of her. It was obvious that they were arguing. Finally Tripetta got into the car and they drove off. Lulu snorted and walked away. Jamie and September saw Lance and Justin approaching moments later. Justin stopped his Mercedes in front of them.
"Where is everybody?" asked Lance. "I thought that we all were supposed to meet for lunch."
"Everybody went their own ways. JC and Mariette went off for a quickie, Chris and Tripetta had a fight and they probably went off to have a quickie, Lulu. . .is a bitch, and we're here. We don't know where Joey is," said Jamie.
Justin began to talk things over with Lance.
"Now's your chance!" said Jamie, pushing September toward Lance. She gulped.
"I could wait a little longer," she said nervously.
"If you leave I'll tell Lance that you had an erotic dream about him last night!" said Jamie when September began inching away.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"And I'll tell him that you drew a picture about it when you woke up!" September decided to stay.
Justin turned back to them but before he could say anything the principal, Mr. Reese, walked up.
"September, I wish to speak to you," he said.
"Me?" she gulped.
"Yes, about the terrible thing that happened to the gymnasium mascot."
September went as still as a tree beside him. "I know how you must feel and I promise that when I find out who is responsible for this desecration, I will personally see to it that he is expelled. What I was wondering is, would it be possible for you to repaint it? Not necessarily right away, but whenever you feel sufficiently ahead in your schoolwork. I am meeting with the board of Ed this afternoon, I'm going to ask if we couldn't pay you for the job. How does that sound?"
"I would be happy to do it," said September.
"I believe that the job would be at least a hundred bucks," Jamie interjected.
"I was going to ask for two hundred. So do we have a deal?" asked Mr. Reese.
September nodded her head vigorously. "Wonderful! Now if I could steal you away from your friends for a moment to sign some papers." Mr. Reese practically had to carry her off.
He must have thought that she was heartbroken over the ruin of her creation. The three of them had a good laugh over it. But before they could even start a conversation they had another interruption. Lance trying to excuse himself.
"But we just got here!" argued Justin.
"I forgot I had a doctor's appointment," he smiled. Jamie smiled back at him and he blushed. "I better go," he mumbled and hurried off.
"I guess that leaves just you and me," said Justin, turning to Jamie. "Have you eaten?"
She shook her head no. Her heart was pounding fast. This was what she had been waiting for! He was going to ask her out!
"Would you like to get a hamburger at the mall?" he finally asked after clearing his throat several times.
"No!" she practically yelled at him.
WHAT?, her brain screamed. She had meant to say yes! He looked at her, a heated blush spreading over his face.
"Oh," he said.
He was completely embarrassed. He had assumed that she liked him. He liked her. He finally gets the guts to ask her out and she turns him down.
"Maybe some other time," he mumbled, looking at the ground.
"No! That isn't what I meant! I mean I. . .I'm on a diet!" she stammered.
He had finally asked her out and here she was making a complete ass of herself! He must think that she is such a dumbass!
"I'm hoping that greasy french fries are on your diet," he said, looking at her hopefully.
"Of course!"
"Great!" he smiled and Jamie almost fainted at how good he looked. He opened the car door for her. "You're a very unusual lady Jamieraquai."
