Chapter Two:

That must have done the trick because the next day I found myself serving my punishment. I would never have believed it; but happy days: sweetest Sam was also on detention and decided to come over and talk to me. I broke out in all kind of sweats, but got a pathetic 'hi' out when she said 'hello Jordi.'

'What got you detention?' she asked.

When I told her, she laughed such a genuine laugh that it did things to me … luckily everything was covered under the desk. Only the sweat droplets I could feel on my skin must have been visible. I asked her why she had detention and she told me it was because of a handbook that was too heavy to carry. She thought she could borrow someone else's, but no luck.

The way the teacher on duty kept looking at Sam I could only imagine was the way I often did from a distance when I thought she wasn't looking. He was not trying to hide anything because it was his class and there, he was boss. He even rubbed her arm which she uncomfortably pulled away and I just wanted to knock his teeth out. I did my homework and so did she. My stomach rumbled the whole time and she just laughed it away until the boss separated us.

I could feel the emptiness of the space she took next to me, the feeling of her warm arm that accidently rubbed against me now and then, and the sweet clean smell of her. I knew I smelt like a dog, already, from all the sweat of the day, which was totally her fault. Don't these girls sweat? Talking to me seemed so natural for her. So, I was half glad when she moved away, only because I must have smelt from all that sweating.

I asked to walk her home and she agreed. The walk was very uncomfortable and I blamed the bloody hormones that were taking over my life and which were the absolute culprit for my lack of confidence around girls, but most of all this beauty. I was extremely glad I could walk her home and couldn't wait to tell the guys tomorrow of my luck, at least a rewarding experience after today. We stopped at her gate, and she invited me in for a sandwich saying it was okay, her parents weren't home yet, which made it all the more worse. What would I say or do? There was nothing to brag about now. What would I do and how would I get out of this situation? Maybe I just needed a bit of magic at that moment to help me act as cool as possible while all my insides were raging.

It was as if she was taking charge of everything.

'Come Jordi. You're already in trouble, terribly hungry, and your company would be nice.'

She opened the door and literally took me by my sweaty hands and pulled me to the kitchen. We ate in silence until she said it was the first time she had brought a boy home and her parents would freak out, but she didn't care, which made me freak out too.

She rubbed my leg without thinking and said it was okay, her parents would only be home in the next few hours. Well, that did not stop my leg from shaking because of the effect of her touch.

We spoke about school, her, about what she wanted to do; she planned to take a gap year and do an internship at her dad's company. I still had no clue at all. She asked me about my mom and if I missed her and I said, terribly so, which made her rub my leg again and this time I lost it. My breathing escalated and the sweat was visibly running down my face.

I think my face gave away that I had just given myself over to the internal fight, embarrassing both of us. I thought for sure I must have scared away any chances I might have with this girl. No bragging right now. I jumped up and frightened her.

'What happened Jordi?'

I had no words. I looked down at my pants. Wishing and praying that nothing was showing through, but it did. I still had an erection, and a big stain was clearly visible.

'Jordi … I am so sorry!' she mumbled, but the sorry did not help with the shock we both felt.

'Can I use your bathroom, Sam?'

She was far more embarrassed than I was, but still showed me where to go. I uncomfortably danced my way past her. I cleaned myself and then asked her if I could use the dryer to dry my pants. She came to me and again wanted to touch me but decided against it because we both just had the biggest shock of our lives. Me, most of all.

'Sorry Sam. I am not used to girls touching me like this.'

I managed before saying my goodbyes fast and running home. How can I brag to the guys after this?

I arrived home to face the wrath of my father who clearly did not want to hear my side of the joint story. In his eyes I was disrespectful in his house and now in public, and he was ashamed of me for being so stupid as to throw my life away like that for friends. He told me to leave my phone, in other words my life, and my X-Box in his room and go and help my sister. Later when I was alone in my room, staring at nothing, I tried to make sense of what had happened. Nothing came up, but embarrassment, even double what I had felt at Sam's.

I woke up after dreaming of Sam and had to run to the toilet and grab my enlarged penis. Release was needed when there was a very tall beauty on my mind and I relieved myself with Abby banging on the door. After, I rushed to clean and freshen up everywhere; even putting the toilet seat down for her convenience for once, out of guilt. All in the name of what just happened.

Abby shouted. 'What are you doing closing the door?'

Sometimes it sucked having a sibling. I mumbled something about growing up sucks, and a very hung-over dad made his appearance with a 'no more bad behaviour, do you hear me?'