The passionate make out session continued and got even heavier as time passed. Sheila's hands moved up and down his body as his did the same to hers. Tom had already had his hand up her cheerleading top, so that he could freely rub up and down her back. At one point Sheila grabbed Toms arm and forced his hand onto her upper leg, inviting Tom to move up and underneath her skirt, which he naturally did.
Although he had certainly made out with a girl before, he had never experienced anything even close to this. Making out with Sheila Foster was possibly the greatest moment of his life to date.
All of the excitement ended however as Tom felt a sudden shove from behind and he found himself down on the floor below where Sheila was standing. "What the fuck?" he sounded as he looked back up to see who his attacker had been. The individual was instantly recognizable as Mitch Taylor, the High School quarterback and, as everyone in school knew, the steady boyfriend of Sheila Foster.
"What the hell do you think your doing with my girl dweeb?", Mitch howled from above.
"I don't....", Tom began, but was interrupted by Sheila before he could complete his thought.
"Mitch, leave him alone," she calmly pronounced.
"No way," Mitch responded. "Its one thing that this dweeb gets to make out with you every morning before class, I'm fine with that, but I'm sure as hell not letting him cause you to be late for First Period. You know Mr. DeBlasio will throw you into detention."
"Oh Mitch," she said while rolling her eyes, "you are definitely cute when you get protective of me." She extended a hand to help Tom off the ground. He accepted and was soon back on his feet.
"Beyond the unnecessary show of testosterone though, Mitch is right Tom." Sheila lectured toward Tom with her hands on her hips. "You were really late for our make out today and you know I can't afford to be late for class. If I get any demerits they might kick me off the squad. You have to promise me this won't happen again."
Mitch scowled at Tom: "Promise her dweeb or you'll have to deal with me."
"Take a chill Mitch," Sheila retorted back. "I can handle myself. Now promise me Tom. You better be on time tomorrow. Eight AM sharp!"
Tom was dumbfounded by this conversation and didn't really know what to say. Here he was, just having made out with the head cheerleader, who, prior to a few minutes ago had never even spoken to him before, and now he was standing in front of her and her Quarter Back boyfriend being threatened that he better be on time tomorrow for another session.
"Uh. Ok. I promise," was all Tom could muster.
"Great then, we are all good." Sheila squealed as she grabbed Tom and pulled him close one more time to provide a hot french kiss. As she released him, she smiled. "Damn you taste good." she sighed. "I'll see you tomorrow morning then."
Sheila then kneeled to retrieve her pom poms in one hand and then turned and took Mitch's hand in the other, assuming a normal high school relationship hand holding model. "As for you!" she scolded her boyfriend, "You really need to relax. You shouldn't have shoved him. I really can handle himself."
"But babe," Mitch returned as the two started to walk away from the scene of the makeout, "I just don't want you to get into trouble with DeBlasio."
As the two descended down the hallway, hand in hand, Tom watched Sheila give Mitch a quick conservative high school peck on the lips. "Don't worry, I appreciate the concern," he could hear her say as they rounded the hallway and vanished.
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