Laci Pt. 03

I'll take it from here.

"Oh, this will be good! Please tell me how women are like pizza?"

I couldn't help but look down my pointed nose and furrow my brow at Derrick as we walked. After a moment of his nervous laugh and a quick glance my way, my stern schoolteacher glare got to him.

"No no, Laci, I said my appreciation for women is like pizza."

He was clutching his golden yellow shirt at the chest, trying to hide a bewildered look on his face as he inhaled.

"I. Can't say no to a slice, hot or cold. Nor do I ever leave the crust abandoned. Ya feel me?"

My hand slid into the right hidden pocket of my deep purple skirt, billowing just below my knees in the light summer wind. I was loving the anxious energy I somehow spawned in Derrick. Maybe it was the luck of my favorite button-down top and sandals, both sky blue. It felt kind of nice to knock the cool guy off his game, shuffling his arctic white sneakers nervously as we halted for the traffic light.

I kept up my slight grin and piercing gaze as he spoke. "We all have our favorite toppings, hm? But..." He pocketed both hands in his long denim shorts, duplicating my pose. "...When's the last time you said no to a free slice of, say, green peppers? Sausage?" He shrugged his bookbag up his shoulders and looked up to meet my gaze.

I tested the newfound power of my hazel eyes, staring back motionless to summon more skittish vibes from his dark brown irises. My tiny ego swelled a touch with each passing moment before the street signal flared.

"Stare me down all ya want, girl. I know you know what I mean!" Derrick thwarted my attempt at being fake insulted, his laugh activating my cackle as we crossed the street. Even without his handsome looks, I felt his talent for reading people would get him through many doors in life. Not to mention making me seem cool, too.

After munching on Wendy's, I settled into mini lectures on Calculus, moving forward only as he understood. We established a corner booth of red cushion and white plastic as the dinner rush rose and dwindled, leaving one older lady across the facility as our only company.

Tapping a newfound pimple on my cheek, I couldn't help but beam a proud smile at Derrick as he solved formulas. I was jealous of his blemish-free coating; his dark brown complexion clean and glossy as he nodded at the paper below.

His nodding was perfectly angled that I could picture him swallowing my member. The concept of occupying his entire throat made me lick my lips, mouth watering slightly.

I was caught off guard as his face rose suddenly, locking eyes with me. I froze briefly with my tongue sideways on my lips, my face getting warm as I rapidly slid it back into my mouth, crossing my legs tightly.

"I was overthinking this so damn hard." He said, not visibly reacting to my weird expression. "I can't believe it just makes sense now."

"I didn't have to help much. You seem pretty cute at this-GOOD at. This. Wow." I shifted my hair behind my ears at full speed as I squeezed my thighs even harder, my dick wrestling slightly under my skirt. Shaking my head vigorously, I quietly focused on his black metal necklace.

Derrick rescued my nerves before I had to. "Can't say I haven't done that before. I wonder how tough it gets after 19?"

I relaxed and cleared my train of thought. "Let's see, balancing finances, jury duty, AND socializing? Should have it figured out by the time I'm 76."

"Not to mention time management, finding love...speaking of which..."

I rested my chin on my hand in anticipation as he looked away, diving back into his math work as he spoke. "Who have you got your eye on at Everett High? Big school and you're not as awkward as you think."

This suddenly felt like an unnatural job interview as my eyebrows shot up at the question. Leaning back a bit, I adjusted my bra as he continued scribbling on his notebook, my body tingling and mind racing. Then I hit the brakes at a sharp thought.

"You already know someone who likes me, don't you?"

"I heard," he fired back, adjusting his glasses with a quick glance, "that you're already a shoo-in for that big computer science trip to Seoul. How the school even affords all that is beyond me."

We were back to our staring contest. Tapping a black nail on my textbook, I broke the sudden silence. "It's a big collaboration. Set up every year by a few technical colleges to entice fresh blood with 3.7gpa's. So who's into me, Der-"

"Two weeks in a hotel, plus the drinking age is 19... sounds like a chick flick where you find you're nerdy Mr. Right." Derrick closed his notes, leaning back and unleashing one of his cool poses as he met my tense gaze with yet another grin.

I had long been excited to visit the technology capital of the world. Not to mention the students would fly out on my 19^th birthday and seeing the GBO and Aworks Museum in person would be sick.

Leaning closer to that striking face of his, I felt a surge of heat rise from my gut as I was the one to cut in this time.

"Laci, y- "

"Are you afraid it's you that I want?"

I blinked dramatically, gaping at the floor in embarrassment. I had chills all over. I couldn't explain it, but it flat out wasn't me who said that. My brain had an entirely different message ready to go, yet my lips took off.

"I'm sorry. That...honestly came out of nowhere." I rubbed my nose bridge as I dodged his eyes.

"All good. Hey I'm quite flattered, honestly." His unphased demeanor was a sight to behold. "But I'm trying to escape some dramatic...situations myself." We swapped expressions when he then looked at the floor, pursing his lips as he searched for the right words.

I reached across the table and tapped his wrist, feeling the conversation tilt in a relatable direction. "You're not alone. Managing self-control is huge, especially at our age." I pulled my hand back and pointed straight down at the middle of the table. "True genius lies in self-control, which leads to self-mastery, presence of mind, and fluidity- "

"Fluidity of thought." He chimed in as we both finished the phrase. "Robert Greene?"

"Yup. Dude you can't be good-looking and this smart." I said with a big smile.

"Hey, you're breaking the rules, too. Where'd you get all this style from?" Derrick motioned to my outfit as I blushed before my phone buzzed with a text.

-Dad: I'm parked outside. You two almost done? -

-Me: Yup! Out in a sec. -

"Gotta run. I think you've got a grip on formulas now." Raising from my seat, I smoothed my skirt, then glanced outside to a darker sky than I'd figured. "Thanks for the burger. We'll have to do PIZZA next time." I squinted dramatically as I gathered my things, him doing the same as he chuckled loudly.

"Maaaaan I'm never gonna find my way outta that one! Let me know how Seoul is, Killa." Bookbag in hand, his arms went wide and I eagerly dove for the embrace.

The hug was more pleasant and less steamy than I'd anticipated, his ear on my breasts as they swayed up and down with a sigh.

Chatting with dad on the way home was of reflections and realizations. My thoughts of Derrick were less overwhelming and more of a sympathetic friend, to which my dad didn't seem to buy.

"I mean I'm just glad you're making friends. So, when's the wedding?"

My uproar of arm slaps and gasps was drowned out by his heavy laughter. There was still the unshared issue of my involuntary flirting, but I took that as another sign to work on my restraint. I was not gonna let temptation ruin my chances with that amazing trip.

Yet here I was, doing my thing once more. In an airport bathroom of all places. My calf-length jeans at my ankles, biting my bottom lip and, you guessed it: my dick firm in my hand.

I was proud of my good study habits, as they helped me ace my finals and earn a spot to South Korea. But my only outlet for the past 3 weeks was the gym, so my friend below was feeling left out.

As I pivoted my wrist around my length, I recalled the reason I hadn't jerked off in so long. My lack of self-restraint was an issue. It just felt so damn good, even in a bland bathroom stall.

My first knuckle grazing the white tip with every pass made me shudder down to my toes, but I didn't want this to define me. I moaned in whispers while other women came and went with their business, but this time my mind was...blank. No Derrick, no devilish, dominant sayings. Only the physical as my head tilted back and my hand sped up. Liberation.

I was putting my foot down, figuratively and literally off the toilet's edge. "Oh shi...!" I cried loudly, my loose hair in my face as I directed the sudden stream of liquid release at the bowl below me. My knees buckled inward, immobilized through the 4 or 5 throbs of cum that stained the water with a spush. That was it. After cleaning myself(and the few pulses I overshot) with wet wipes, I tucked myself away and adjusted my jeans with a new goal; I would not touch myself at all while in Seoul.

I thoroughly cleaned my hands, pulled my loose mane back and shifted the collar on my white and black plaid top, the red white and gold of my Flash undershirt peeking through. I cherished the vanishing of a few pimples, now only a couple on my chin, before noticing the two 40-something ladies giving me side eye. Guess I wasn't as quiet in there as I thought.

"Ms. Carver!"

I was ambushed at the bathroom exit by my name and another side eye from Mrs. Amos, her wrinkled nose camouflaged by the wrinkles everywhere else.

"That is the last time you vacate your group without raising your hand."

"I...had to...throw up."

The symphony of "Ewws" from the students behind Mrs. Amos were almost nicely synched. The instructor squinted in a how-dare-you scowl before handing me a water bottle. "Next time, bring a buddy for safety, hmm?"

"Y-yeah." I declared, my default weirdo response taking point. The bundle of schoolmates behind her shook their heads and giggled, all of them unrecognizable. I examined the ground and focused on our destination as we shuffled to our gate.

Not having many friends meant I couldn't be surprised I was fairly alone, not a familiar face as we boarded the plane. No one except a mousy douchebag named Chris Krenshaw who, lucky me, I was squeezing next to in my window seat.

Chris mouthed off in his nasally voice before I could get my headphones in place. "No vomiting on the plane, Weirdo. Do us all a favor."

The nanosecond he finished his ridicule, I shot out of my seat and into his face. "I'll be sure to hold you down if I do."

Staring forward, the color drained from his face and, after a moment of getting seated, mine as well. Another uncontrolled outburst; this one appreciated, but still exclaimed against my will.

This aggressive subconscious of mine was ramming its way to the surface. But first things first; Explore some amazing tech, horny willpower, then delve into these flare-ups when I got back. I caught my breath and quickly drifted off to some lofi tunes.

I was urging this thing inside to give me another two weeks.