Decisions Ch. 03

I'mm pretty sure I was getting the hang of this. With all her squirming, writhing, and gasping, it was a miracle that she wasn't making any more noise. She began to get even wetter as I continued to slide my fingers in and out of her tight pussy, and all the while sucking on her clit, never wanting to stop pleasing her.

Maybe it was the fact that we were still fully clothed. Maybe it was the danger of getting caught, the risk factor. I'm not sure what it was that made this so fun and attractive. I don't even know why I was doing this, or even why Stasi was letting me do this, but I was enjoying it immensely.

"Oh... fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Stasi quietly chanted. She cried out into her hand, using her other to grasp my head. "Don't stop. Please don't stop, Chris." She begged, as she grinded against my face. She strained her body, before beginning to shudder uncontrollably. Her grip on the sheets grew slack and the wild squirming and rocking that occupied her hips ceased, falling back on the bed. Stasi sighed in relief, swallowing in air, sweat trickling drown from her forehead.

"Oh.. my... god." She groaned.

I slowed the pace of my fingers, slowing down from a intense pace to a gentle sliding in and out. They were coated in her juices and my jaw was a bit sore at her grinding, but I didn't care. Hell, I loved every second of this, even more so because I knew that I was the cause of all of it. As Stasi calmed down from her orgasm, I broke off, gently pulling down the skirt to cover her delicious looking thighs once more.

I climbed up the bed, laying down next to her. A sheen of sweat covered her face. Judging from the glow of her skin, she loved everything I did. Stasi wrapped her arms around me, staring at me with wonder.

"How did yo-... how..?"

I laughed at her question. For once, Stasi was the one that was speechless and not me. "How, how what?" I asked, faking a stammer as she did.

"How did you do that? That felt so amazing. I was just... whew. That was the greatest thing ever. That can't be a one time thing."

"Oh trust me, it's not a one time thing. "

"It better not, or else i'd have to give you a blowjob to make sure it wasn't." She said, catching her breath and giving me another kiss on the lips. We laid there, holding each other, simply catching our breaths and staring at the ceiling before Stasi's ears perked up. It didn't take long for me to hear it too, the loud footsteps, the fast pace... I stared at the door in horrified anticipation, expecting it to burst open with Elena prancing in like a dancer.

The footsteps stopped at the door, three loud knocks alerting us to someone wanting to gain entry. Stasi looked at herself, making sure she looked presentable and not looking as if she just underwent a mindblowing orgasm. "Come in!" She called, once she was satisfied with her appearance.

The door opened, Elena walking in, an orange Under Armor soccer ball in her hands. "Honey, i'm home." She sang out. She grinned widely at the two of us on Stasi's bed. "Hulllloooo, love den. Did I interrupt something?" She asked, mischievously.

"No you didn't." I said, my voice not even that least bit convincing. I subtly wiped my mouth as I sat up on the bed. "Did you just get back from practice, squirt?" I winced at my poor choice of words. But hey, it was Elena's nickname. She loved it and I loved it as well.

Elena shook her head, her blonde ponytail bobbing from side to side. "Nope. I just went to the park to play some pick up soccer with friends, and when I came home, I saw Chris's car in the driveway. Oh, Stasi, by the way, Mama told me to tell you to come downstairs to help cook for dinner."

Stasi sighed, sitting up. "Tell her I'm on my way." She said, gesturing for Elena to leave.

"She meant like... now." Elena said, a grin on her face. "Don't worry, i'll take care of 'dearest Christopher' for you." I laughed at the over-the-top Russian accent when she said 'dearest Christopher'.

Stasi gave me an exasperated look, as if disappointed that I was encouraging all this by laughing. "Don't look at me like that. It's funny. Besides, i'll be fine." I said, in hopes of convincing her. "It's not you i'm worried about." She replied, smoothing out her skirt as she stood up, leaving the room and glaring at Elena suspiciously. Elena merely grinned and waved, being the little ball of positive sunshine that she was.

The room grew silent when Stasi left, before I spoke. "You knocked this time around." I observed, swinging my legs off the bed and inhaling a deep breath as I gingerly stood up. My leg wasn't as bad as it was this morning, but it still hurt a little bit. Elena shrugged, abashed.

"Would you rather I have burst in?" She replied. I knew her being polite wasn't the only reason that she was doing this. She was starting to follow what Stasi did all the time: knocking. Even though she didn't want to be caught dead admitting it, I knew she looked up to Stasi, Viktor, and I more often than she let on.

"Probably not. We do like our privacy, you know."

I walked across the room gingerly, holding my hand out for the soccer ball. Elena handed it over to me, I bounced it in my hands, getting a feel for it. I dropped it onto my good leg, hitting it with my foot towards her outstretched hands. "Are you starting on the team yet?" I asked, once she caught the ball.

Elena made a face, scowling at the scratched and weathered surface of the ball. "No. This dumb succubus girl is in front of me. I can't stand her. She's so... urgh. I'm pretty sure that the only reason coach is playing her over me is because she seduced him or something."

"Hey, maybe she's actually good."

"Well, she's alright." Elena admitted. "I still think i'm better though."

"Keep working at it. I'm sure you'll get the starting job over her. I've seen you play soccer since you were in the first grade."

"Thanks, big bro." Elena said, happily.

"No problem." I said, wrapping my arm around her as we headed downstairs. "What's Viktor been up to?"

Chapter 4.5:

"Chris, just go with me." Viktor begged, tugging on my hoodie. I looked up from my plastic tub of pasta that I was about to dive into, irked. "Dude, I already brought lunch from home. I don't need to go into the lunch line to get more food." Viktor sighed, sitting back down on the chair next to me and Stasi to try and convince me.

"I know that, but can you just come with me, please? Really fast. You don't even have to buy anything! I just don't want to go alone."

It was Monday and we were out at lunch. Normally, we would have commandeered one of the tables inside, but since it was a beautiful day out, and with the good relatively warm (by Bay Area standards) weather giving away to frigid cold, we were hoping to take advantage of whatever decent days we had left. We were sitting at one of the many tables that dotted the quad. Well me, Ricky, and Lucy and Stasi were the only ones sitting. Jazz made her own little seat out of her extremely long snake tail.

"He's like a girl." Ricky quipped, guffawing. "Girls always want to travel in packs." I looked over at him, smiling.

"That's sexist." Jazz muttered, tucking into her homemade sandwich. I couldn't help but snort. Jazz made the best sandwiches... which was ironic since she called out Ricky for being sexist. Not that being sexist had anything to do with anyone's sandwich making ability.

We normally would've gone off campus to Jazz's house, who lived the closest to the high school, but Ricky wasn't cleared to go off campus by his family yet, and we didn't want to leave him alone at the school to terrorize the underclassmen and/or the female population.

"I can go with you, if you're worried about getting seen in the lunch line on your own." Lucy put in, looking up from her Government textbook. "I know how nervous it must be to purchase food." She said, sardonically.

"No... it... um... only Chris will understand. Chris, come on man, do me a solid." Viktor begged. I looked at Stasi, who was eating her food innocently. "Oh, don't mind me." She said. "Just being a quiet and loving girlfriend, who certainly won't sabotage her boyfriend's food when he ditches her to hang out with her little brother." The whole table laughed at that one.

I looked up at Viktor, a defeated expression on my face. "You see what I have to deal with? Sorry man, I can't go unless you convince the girlfriend first." I said sadly. Viktor turned to Stasi, a desperate expression on his face. "Anna, please... i'll do..." A smile grew on his face. "Anna, do you remember that time when you shoved a pea-.." He began loudly.

"Oi, zakroy yego!" Stasi said sharply in Russian, cutting off Viktor. She turned to me, her face softening. "Fine, you can go." She said to me.

"Wait, but I want to hear what he was about to say. You shoved a what, where?" I inquired, playfully. It was a story I was already acquainted with. I couldn't say the same for everyone else. It was about the time when Stasi shoved a peanut up her nose and had to go to the emergency room. It was a certainly a terrifying experience back then, but it was funny to look back on now.

"I didn't shove anything, anywhere. Trust me, you don't want to hear what he was going to say." Stasi said, firmly. "Yes, dear." I smiled, giving her a kiss on the lips and making Lucy and Jazz sigh, and making Ricky feign vomiting.

"If you say so, be back soon."

I capped my container of pasta to make sure the flies didn't get to it before I had my fill, standing up and following Viktor into the canteen. We got a couple of nods, hi fives, and a lot of appraising looks along the way, which I guess was a testament to Viktor's newfound popularity. He shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket, walking at a brisk pace to avoid the stares.

We arrived at the crowded canteen, standing at the entrance. There was a lot of people at the school, transferees from all around this area of California, so the canteen was packed and the lunch line was long... extremely long.

"Well...we're here." I said. "Are you going to go stand in line?"

"Huh?" Viktor asked, looking at me. "Oh... right... yeah, just give me a second." He scanned the crowded cafeteria as if looking for someone, completely ignoring the line. Slightly suspicious, I followed his gaze, leading me to a girl I didn't recognize who was sitting at a booth off to the side, alone, reading a textbook.

"You dragged me all this way so you could spy on a girl? Really?" I asked, somewhat amused.

"No, dude... not just any girl. I mean, look at her." I squinted, getting a good look at her. She wasn't sitting in the booth, which was strange, she was sitting on the other end of the small table, on what appeared to be a...

Oh.

"You dragged me all this way so you could look at a girl in a wheelchair?" I asked, confused. "Do you have something against disabled people?"

"No, Chris, look at her. Like actually, look at her." He said, emphasizing the word look.

I squinted, getting a good look at the girl who was enraptured in her textbook. The girl was brunette with tanned skin and glasses. Even from a distance, I could tell she was pretty. She was wearing a billowy dress, with her fluke poking out at the end.

Wait... a fluke?

I squinted at the bottom half of her body. The scales of her lower body were a mix between green and blue, attractive to the eye. Yep, this girl was a mermaid. That would explain the wheelchair. A wheelchair was simply the best way for merpeople to get around on land. Since most places were already wheelchair-accessible, that meant they were merpeople accessible.

"She's so pretty..." Viktor mumbled, still looking at her wistfully.

"What's her name?" I asked.

"Her name's Abby, she's in my physics class."

"Ok, so you know her name, you have a few classes with her. Go talk to her." I said.

Viktor looked at me as if I grew a second head. "Wha-... what? Chris, come on. I can't just go up and talk to her."

"Sure you can. See how she's sitting all by herself? That means she's probably bored out of her mind. Just introduce yourself, ask to sit down, and talk to her."

Viktor nervously clasped his hands together, something that I realized Stasi did as well when she was nervous. "Look, Vik." I said, grasping him on the shoulder. "What's the worse than can possibly happen? She tells you to go away?"

"I don't know, man... it's just... she's on the swim team and i'm not even that good in the water. I don't know if we have anything in common. Maybe she's one of those people who are against interspecies relationships."

"Vik, my young apprentice... if there's anything I know about interspecies relationships... it's that they're the best kind of relationships" I said, pushing him forward gently. "You don't have to ask her out on a date right away. Just introduce yourself as a friend, imprint yourself onto her mind. Who knows? The homecoming dance is coming up, maybe you could ask to take her in the future."

Viktor swallowed, before nodding. "Alright, thanks Chris." He took a deep breath, before confidently striding across the cafeteria to go meet with the mermaid. I grinned at his back, before turning around and heading out of the cafeteria, back into the open air of the Belcourt High School quad.

As I prepared to walk back to the love of my life, my best friends, and my food, I remembered that I forgot something. I made a quick detour to the front office, opening the door and entering the lobby. There were a couple of slime people milling about on the comfy chairs, who waved at me as I entered. I waved back, a wide smile on my face.

I walked up to the front desk, looking down at Mrs. Casarano, whose ears perked up as soon as she saw me enter the lobby out of the corner of her eye.

"Hi, Mrs. Casarano!" I said, happily. I wasn't sure why I was in such a good mood.

"Hello, Chris. Shouldn't you be out at lunch with Anastasia?" She replied, not looking up at me and still focused on what was going on at her computer.

"Yes, I should. But Principal Finch told me to check in every Monday with you to collect any paperwork accumulated over the weekend."

Everyone thinks that being Class President is an easy job, but at this school, it certainly wasn't. I had to act as the voice of the student body at the weekly staff meetings and I had to handle the budgets, paperwork, and events of the entire body. Stasi and Lucy did what they could to alleviate my load, but it was still stressful. This was only the second week of school too. I was also a pseudo receptionist, since the front office was severely undermanned with Mrs. Casarano.

"Um..." Mrs. Casarano finally glanced away from her computer, sifting through the cabinet on her left. "Nothing really... I think there was something with the homecoming dance. Let me look for it." After a moment of digging, she pulled out the manilla folder, handing it over to me. I took it, nodding gratefully.

"Thanks. Do you need any help after school with filing?"

Mrs. Casarano's tail swished from side to side as she looked at me thoughtfully. "No... not really. You might not even be needed as an office assistant anymore. We're getting a second receptionist."

"Oh really? Who?"

Mrs. Casarano shrugged. "I'm not an omniscient god. Go ask Principal Finch if you're so curious."

Sensing an impending cat-like mood swing, I tucked the folder under my arm. "Maybe later. Thanks again for the folder!" I turned around, leaving the lobby, making sure to wave good bye to the group of slime people. I pushed the door, walking out into the fresh Belcourt High School air, where it seemed like my life was finally picking up.

To Be Continued.

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