Thanks as always to Ang, the Sweltering Celt, bringer of weekly Microfantasy Monday goodness. Â The theme this week isÂ Etiquette.
I was leaning against the lockers in the Senior Hall waiting for her to meet me. Â My best buddy was waiting with me, also watching the far end of the hallway eagerly. Â We both straightened up when they came into view, heads bowed toward each other, intent on the gossip they were sharing. Â Were they talking about us?
They hadn’t looked up yet, but they knew we were watching them, it was the same everyday. Â We leaned back against the lockers again, slouching in carefully arranged nonchalance intended to indicate our indifference to the slowness of their approach. Â When they were finally standing in front of us, any thought of acting unimpressed vanished from my mind. Â I beamed at my girlfriend and she smiled coyly up at me, tilting her head to look at me, exposing her neck. Â She knew exactly how to get to me. Â She stepped closer, almost too close considering how homophobic most of our schoolmates were. Â She stood on her tiptoes, facing me, leaning her hip into mine with just enough pressure to inflame my groin and whispered into my ear “I want you.”
As if I didn’t know that, I thought and glanced sideways at my buddy. Â She caught my glance and raised her eyebrows.
“Yes, we should be going, hmmm? Â I’m sure you ladies would like some lunch.”
I said this in my best leading man voice and the girls giggled. Â My buddy and her girlfriend led the way, toward the end of the hall leading to the parking lot. Â I looked down at my girlfriend, smiled and put my hand lightly on the small of her back. Â She shuddered lightly and looked up at me with heavy lidded eyes. Â Damn, she was always ready to go and my clit throbbed in response to her unspoken words.
We made our way down the hall, my fingertips lightly stroking her lower spine. Â As we reached the doorway, my buddy stepped ahead and held the door open. Â As I walked through, I said, “Thank you so much, sir, you are too kind.”
“Au contraire, mi amigo, the niceties of Butch Etiquette must be observed at all times.” Â Butch Etiquette was the term we’d adopted to cover behaviors ranging from holding the door and buying lunch, to teasing and thoroughly satisfying our girlfriends.
“Oh, I quite agree” and chuckled. Â My girlfriend whipped her head around and wielded an arched eyebrow at me.
“Oh, yesss.. the two of you are certainly gentlemen at all times” Â She rolled her eyes and looked at her counterpart, who snickered.
I feigned a shocked expression,”Are you saying we’re rude, backwoods hicks? Â Perhaps you’d like to try your luck with other boyfriends” Â I waved my hand at some of our peers, currently in an arm wrestling match over the hood of muscle car, surrounded by rudely encouraging onlookers.
For that I earned a punch in the arm before she tossed her hair and walked a bit more quickly to the passenger door of my car. Â I caught up with her and spun her around, pressing her against the door and breathing in her ear.
“Besides.. ” lightly licking the edge of her ear,”… did I say anything about being a gentleman?”
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