Early morning encounter.

I was at the school gates, walking in and listening to music when I felt someone tap me on the left shoulder. I took off my headphones and turned, finding no one. Confused, I turned to my right only for someone to bop me on the nose with a finger.

“Man, those things are good,” Sarah said, pointing at my headphones. “I was calling you and you didn’t hear me.”

I blinked. “Sorry,” I told her. I hung the headphones around my neck and turned off the music on my phone. “Good morning, Sarah.”

“Yeah, good morning.” She smiled and the two of us walked to the classroom together. Only halfway there did I notice how casual that whole interaction had been. “We have P.E. tomorrow, don’t we? That’s gonna be annoying.”

I frowned in confusion and tilted my head.

“Our P.E. outfits are white shirts and blue shorts, right? It gets all the guys staring,” she explained.

“Ah.” I understood.

“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind being looked at, but that’s only when I dress for it. Thankfully summer will be over in a couple weeks and we’ll switch back to long pants.”

I nodded in agreement. I didn’t like shorts because it hurt more when I tripped.

“Mmm… But I guess I don’t mind if it’s you who’s looking,” Sarah said, shooting me a teasing grin.

I felt my ears heating up, but instead of flinching or looking away like I know I would’ve done had someone said that to me two days ago, I looked at Sarah with a small, shy smile and asked, “Can I really?”

“As much as you want.”

I swallowed. Right then Sarah was wearing the usual summer uniform consisting of a plated dark blue skirt, a short sleeved white shirt and a tie that matched the skirt. It was light and it certainly drew eyes to her, but P.E. uniforms had the appeal of rarity. We only got to see them once a week, so they gave every girl a different aura.

By the way, for the male ‘summer’ uniform we still had to wear a blue jacket over short sleeved shirts, only this one was lighter than the one for winter. It was still hot though, so most students left it hanging on their chairs for most of the day.

Once in the classroom, I went to my seat out of habit, but hadn’t considered that Sarah would follow me. I sat down on my chair and Sarah sat on my desk, watching her phone. The fact that she was here with me at all while there was no one else in the classroom made me notice something.

“Um… You don’t normally arrive this early, right?” I asked.

“Oh, you’ve noticed that?” Sarah asked, surprised. “Now that I’m in senior year my parents think I should help more at the store, so they have me open up early in the mornings.” She groaned. “Now I have to wake up an hour early every day. What a pain.”

I winced.

“Oh? I thought you were an early bird,” she said.

“Only because…” I pursed my lips and looked around the still empty classroom. People wouldn’t start arriving until 07:30, so in about 15 more minutes.

“Riiiight. You like the solitude.”

“I don’t… like it, per se,” I said. “It’s just… more comfortable.”

“You know… I do agree to some extent,” Sarah said, getting off my desk. “With no one here, no one can interrupt us.”

She held my cheeks and pulled me into an unexpected kiss, but after yesterday I felt more prepared for this kind of stuff. It only took me FIVE whole seconds to get my bearings and start kissing her back. I loved the way her tongue moved around mine, the taste, the lightheadedness…

I didn’t know if I had it all along or if these girls were making me develop a serious kissing fetish.

Our lips parted, and Sarah looked at me with a hungry grin. “More of this later?”

I nodded wordlessly.

We stayed silent for the majority of the time, save for when Sarah would show me pictures and memes she found funny on her phone. Grace and Mila arrived just a couple of minutes before the bell rang. They came up to Sarah and me to greet us and I couldn’t help but notice that our classmates were looking at us.

There was a lump in my throat. Was it really so weird, so shocking that I’d be hanging out with someone? Was it such an event that everyone had to look on like it was a spectacle?

The teacher arrived and class started, but it was honestly difficult to care. It was what I meant before when I said there’s a disconnect between students’ lives and what teachers see. The teachers want us to pay attention, study and get good grades because it’ll help our futures, but how could I concentrate on what he was saying when all I wanted was for the bell to ring so I could go to the old music room with Sarah, Grace and Mila?

I had to **** myself to wait in my seat a few moments after the bell rang. I didn’t want to seem too eager or ****. I’d heard girls didn’t like that sort of stuff. After calmly putting my books away, I stood up and walked over to the girls.

“Shall we?” Grace asked with her usual sweet smile.

The four of us went directly to the old music room. When we were all through, Mila locked the door. “10 minutes isn’t enough time to do much, is it?” she said.

“You two hogged him yesterday,” Sarah said, hugging me from behind and deliberately pressing her tits against my back. “So it’s my turn today.”

“Well, Oliver and I have something of a deal,” Grace said. She traced a finger along my lips while she grinned teasingly. “So I won’t do anything until he does his part.”