Date: Sat, 16 Nov 2013 11:44:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Danny <onlydanny4ever@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lesbian High School: The Professional Chapter 3

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This is a work of fiction loosely based on my life. Names, characters,
places and incidents are all made up by me. Any resemblance to actual
places, events or people (living or dead) is coincidental. If you are not
18 and it is not legal to read this in your state do not. This story is
mine; please do not take it without permission.

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Chapter 3:

"If I had known I had an audience I wouldn't have sung so awful." I had to
play this cool, I wanted this girl, or at least wanted her to know that I
existed.

"You weren't that bad. At lease you have good taste in music, Alex Turner
has an amazingly whiny voice. You sing him well. Maybe you should think
about joining a band." She said smiling at me, her hazel eyes drinking in
my embarrassed form.

      It was rare to find someone let alone another girl who knew of good
music. I was so focused on my crushing rejection and sub sequential
pick-me-ups I hadn't noticed just how beautiful she really was. Her body
was banging but there was more than that. She had an edgy look that drew me
in even though I knew she had the power to cut me deep. Chocolate brown
hair with electric blue highlights fell in waves down her shoulders. Soft
honey eyes, full pouty model lips, tattoos scattered on her body, peaking
out from under her very tight top. This girl was too hot to pass up, there
was no way I could not have her.

"Haha, nice! A lot of people here don't know about the Arctic Monkeys, it's
pretty sad. As for joining a band, yeah I've thought about it but finding
other slightly talented music aficionados is harder than it seems. Do you
play anything?" I moved my hand to rub the back of my neck, a subtle way to
flex my bicep against the tight sleeve of my shirt.

I saw her eyes flicker with mild interest to my arm before she locked eyes
with me once more, "I play a little guitar and I'm not to bad at it. I saw
them in concert a few months back. I almost creamed by pants when Turner
locked eyes with me."

"He's definitely a pretty fellow. I play guitar, drums and a bit of
bass. We should jam sometime, it's rare to find a lady with good taste
these days." I smiled and started to back away towards the office, " I
should get going... unless you needed help with something... I'm
obnoxiously late to my Calculus class, I'm getting a late pass for the
fifth time this week."

"Coincidentally I am also late and very lost. It just so happens I can't
find Jonson's Calc 2 class. What are the odds, we're both going to get
chewed out eh?" She sort of laughed out; I noticed she didn't stand in once
place but sort of dance on her feet as if she would flutter away at any
moment. This girl was cute and by all that is wonderful in the world it was
fated that I had to have her.

"Well if follow my lead fair maiden no harm shall befall upon thee
um... I'm sorry I didn't catch you name." I realized how dorky I sounded; I
internally cursed the corny line that had just left my mouth. Come on Alyx
you can do better than that.

"My name is Samantha Wright, but you can call me Lady Sammie." Sammie
suited her more than Samantha in my opinion, more edgy. She smiled at me
and I could feel my pulse race. This girl was making me drool and it was
barely 10:00 a.m.

I watched her hips sway as I held the office door open, she happened to
glance back at me and it took every muscle in my body to try and quell the
heat I felt rushing to my face. I quickly fell into my routine of charming
the front desk ladies, commenting on Connie's new haircut, Deb's 2lb weight
loss from yet another diet and a wink thrown to the newest secretary
business as usual for getting a late pass. They each cooed and giggled,
something about having me around turned these middle-aged women into
schoolgirls. Everyone needs a bit of attention sometimes; it's only human
nature. Soon we were walking out of the office with two very excused
passes.

"My lady, kindly allow a lowly knight such as myself to escort your
highness to the land of infinite integrals. I shall ensure someone of your
great majesty will make it at the utmost haste." I winked at her and
shifted my books so I could offer her my arm.

She laughed and I couldn't help the way my heart skipped. I was becoming
addicted to this sing songy laugh of hers. Sammie linked her arm with mine
and we set off to the second floor.

"This is normal for you isn't it?" Sammie said suddenly, I was debating the
on which route to take, I had promised I would get her to class quickly. I
jumped a little and prayed she hadn't noticed/.

"Yeah, I'm late almost everyday, sometimes multiple times per day. It's
kind of just expected by now."

"No, I mean you charming people to get what you want. That's normal." She
said thoughtfully.

Maybe it was because she was devastatingly beautiful or maybe it was that
no one had ever asked me that before but for the first time in a long time
I was speechless. I was a smooth talker; there wasn't a moment I didn't not
know what to say. My brain scrambled for something to say for some
semblance of a sentence to form on my lips. Fuck.

"Sorry, that was the wrong thing ask wasn't it? I have that problem where
you just blurt things our when you're nervous... word vomit. I have word
vomit. It's a pretty serious condition. Could be terminal we aren't sure
yet." Sammie laughed and I felt her shift against me. She was fluttering
again, like she would fly away at any moment.

"I... no you didn't... It wasn't wrong." I took a deep breath and started
my sentence over. "It wasn't the wrong question. No one has ever asked me
anything like that, I guess. I don't charm people I just... like making
people happy?" It wasn't that I didn't have a real answer, I did. It just
wasn't a good one. One that I just wasn't ready to face.

She laughed, "Is that a question or an answer? It's okay you don't have to
answer it. At least not now, but I heard about you earlier. Well I heard
about a smooth talking debonair lady-killer. I assume you are the one
everyone talks about. I'm just curious as to what makes you tick."

"I'll tell you when I figure it out. And for the record most rumors about
me are false." I mumbled taking her hand and leading her up towards the
stairs.

She giggled a bit before saying; "I heard you made a girl cum from
foreplay, fully clothed. I could see how that wouldn't be true that is
insane. It isn't true, is it?"

This girl had no shame. What the fuck are you getting yourself into Alyx. I
couldn't help but laugh.  "Is that what people say about me?" I laughed
again, "That is interesting, we're almost close to class."  "Wait, you
didn't answer the question. Did you make a girl cum without taking her
clothes off? That is impossible by the way and you said most rumors were
false."

I didn't say anything. Now is the time to play it cool Alyx, this is either
going to intrigue her or repulse her, take the plunge man. I simply
shrugged and opened the door to the classroom.

As she passed me to enter the room I whispered, "I suppose not all rumors
are false."

I saw her face color lightly in red. You have a chance don't blow it.

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Mr. Jonson caught me staring at her ass as he waited for us to enter, I
flashed him one of my award winning smiles before handing him our excused
passes.

"Another 'excused' tardy Ramirez, three days in a row? Is it so difficult
for you to enter this room on time? I hope you aren't instilling any of
your atrocious behavior on our transfer student." Mr. Jonson sighed as he
went to mark the attendance.

"My apologies sir, I was going to be on time today. I really was, but then
I saw this beauty wandering aimlessly in these unprotected halls. How could
I let someone this radiant miss the opportunity to witness your fantastic
lecturing skills sir? After all I am a gentleman above all else." I smiled
again at him and shot a wink to Sammie, who, to my surprise, blushed a
little.

"Well if that is how you truly feel Ms. Ramirez I am sure you will not mind
offering your seat to our new student."

My face dropped immediately, "Of course I wouldn't mind Jonson, but I think
our lovely Sammy deserves a better seat. Someplace where she can really
take the lesson in. Wouldn't you agree sir?"

"I think she'll be just fine. Samantha why don't you take a seat next to
Rachael? Ms. Foster would you please raise your hand."

Fuck, right next to Rachael.