`` I hope there 's a relief pitcher around because you 're smokin'hot, '' Teresa told the next-to-last boy that sits diagonally in social movement of her. He smiled and blushed, a admixture of laughing at the line and blushing at the elderly girl hitting on him.

She was n't the prettiest young woman, but she was pretty, and she was a bit of an outcast. She stood at 5'9 '' tall and weighed roughly 200 pounds. She was chunky but you could n't tell from just her face. Her jawline was faultless and her os zygomaticum carved by holy person. Her greenish blue blue eyes changed from blue to gray to green-mostly staying at blue. Her neck was sexy and slender, her articulatio humeri were boney. Her breasts were unusually minor for a chunky girl, sizing 36B. Her breasts protruded out farther than her breadbasket, making her appear slimmer but all the weight was in her keister and second joint. Her butt was a safe 44 inches around and her second joint supported it. Her calve musculus were extraordinarily potent and her ankles slim. Her feet were ugly from the many golf injuries she had taken over the course of study of four years- small shoes, getting run over by carts, runaway bags of other teammate 's pushing cart.

Teresa was always hitting on someone, she had many pick up line. She hit on anyone and anything with a pulse. People would laugh and joke along with it and it made her feel wanted. Growing up in the Saame community for all her animation brought her in, and kicked her out, of different groups. Hitting on people was her escape.

The junior boy that was her dupe of the mo was on of the democratic boys. He was a instrumentalist on the varsity soccer and golf team. Not only was he athletic, he was smart. He was valedictorian of his grade and worked hard to observe it that way. He had sandy blonde hair that was kind of shaggy, sinister brown eyes, and a strong jaw. He stood a good 5'10 '' and weighed about 190 pounds- a little chunky, but not enough to really acknowledge. His name was Patrick but everyone called him Pat or Patty.

Once Pat stopped blushing, Teresa winked at him to have the line the full effect. He laughed and shook his pass. What was he supposed to do ?

Mother Teresa stopped when the doorbell rang and class had begun. The class they were taiking was an pull ahead course of study in chemistry that they could get college reference for. This was n't the only family they shared. They also shared advanced life science, another class taken through a college.

They had n't talked before this twelvemonth but within the 1st four weeks of schooltime, they were actually posing enquiry and answering eachother. He found out the outcasts are n't so bad ; she found out not all democratic people are sum pricks.

They talked mostly about golf game. It was the young woman 's time of year and he asked her what she had shot the previous Night. She answered, always a little obstruct because she knew he could beat her by ten or to a greater extent accident. He told her that her oodles were n't too bad but they could fend advance. She always smiled at how courteous he was about it. He could differentiate her that she looked like bull but he 'd still be nice enough about it to where it would appear like a compliment.

Once the ship's bell rang, it was back to shoal lifetime, where she would n't stimulate any friends in her classes and would be travelling in opposite directions as her friends were. But she did n't need to mean about that. She wanted to ride out in stratum and hit on Pat and urinate him redden. She did n't really like him, she just thought it was cute when he blushed.

'' Are those infinite dungaree ? '' She asked him.

'' Uh ... no ? ``

'' Oh, because your ass is out of this world. '' He gave a small-scale giggle and his cheek turned pink.

Just as Teresa was having fun, the bell rang. The end of the day came and she went to golf practice.

That Night, she played one of the hardest team in the field and got a 52. Her team beat the other squad 207 to 209. Mother Teresa was excited to enjoin Pat the side by side day. She went household, did her homework, ate, and then went to bed.

The school day was going along pretty quickly and before she knew it, she was in Chemistry, by Pat. He did n't talk to her decent away, he was looking over his homework but that did n't stop Teresa. She put her manus over his hand and when he looked up, she winked at him. He blushed. Normally, he would locomote his hand away, but this metre was different. He flipped her hand over and traced the posterior before locking his fingers with hers.

'Is he trying to get me back ?'She thought. She did n't cognise what this meant. Maybe he was trying to ca-ca her blush. Maybe he wanted to hold in her hand.

'' I 'm going to have to drop a line about this in my diary tonight. 'September 9th, held mitt with cute boy .''' She told him. He laughed, same with the rest of the chemical group.

Needing to correct something on his composition, Pat let go of Teresa 's helping hand to write. She acted like naught happened. Something did happen though. She developed a crunch.

Normally, the hombre Teresa went for were in their twenties and were bad boy, but somebody younger than her ? The thinking used to make her sick.

course of study was coming to and end but she could n't help but make small flavour at him. He was cute but she still could n't believe she was `` suppression. ``

The bell rang and everyone gathered their stuff and proceeded to leave. As she was walking out of the classroom, a manus laid upon her berm, it was Pat.

'' Hey, Theresa. So there 's this party Friday Night after the football game, it 'd be peachy if you could go ... with me, '' he told her.

'' That sounds great, I 'll definitely go, '' she assured him. The two walked off and the whole time all she could think about was that this boy asked her out, kind of.

School came to an end and she went to golf recitation. She practiced her pitching and chipping, her failing where she racked up all the strokes, and went rest home.

When she got rest home she told her mom about her day and how Pat asked her out. She told Theresa to be careful but have fun and gave her permission to go.

Th came and it was a slow day. She waited for Friday. She wanted to know what kind of party it was going to be. She sat through all of her form and weirdly enough, Pat was n't in them. It was fine with her, she did n't have to see him but she forgot to utter about how she did the other night in golf and she knew she 'd forget again.

Class ended and she gathered her material and leftfield. She walked beside gold and talked to her about where Pat could be. Amber told her that he was in In-school suspension for the day because of some bull reason. Teresa 's supercilium went up and a smirk wiped across her face. Maybe Pat was a bad boy afterall.

The friction match that night was n't too intemperately. She shot a 47 and the squad beat the former team 199 to 236. She went family happy with her grudge and called it a night.

The next morning, she woke up to birds chirping and the sun coming in through her windowpane. She got ready for schooltime and left a short bit previous. She was thankful that there were n't really any pig that patrolled the arena because she sped all the way to schooling.

She went through her normal routine of her class and whatnot until Chemistry approached. She sat at her desk and tried to act as she always did. Pat came in the room and sat at his desk.

'' Hey, do you throw a map ? '' She asked.

'' Uh, of the school ? ``

'' Yeah, because I keep getting lost in your eyes. '' He laughed at the line.

'' Teresa, you excited about the party tonight ? '' He asked her.

'' Yeah, where is it going to be ? ``

'' My house, I can ride you there from the biz if you 'd like, '' he told her.

'' That sounds outstanding. '' course of study began and their conversation was cut short.

Throughout socio-economic class, he kept glancing at Mother Theresa. They made eye contact once and he asked her how the plot went survive night. She told him they smashed the former team and he seemed happy for her.

The day ended ant the game approached. As she found herself a seat, she saw Pat and he called her over. She sat with him for the whole plot. After their team won, 17 to 0, it was sentence for Pat 's party. They left the schoolhouse and arrived at his planetary house within ten minutes.

His sign was Brobdingnagian. It was a two story brick house with a long private road leading to it. They exited the car and headed in the planetary house. It was just as beautiful on the interior as it was on the outside. The house was spotless and it seemed to sparkle throughout.

Pat asked her if she just wanted to hang out until the early mass arrived. She said yes and he led her to the livingroom. She sat on a leather lounge and he sat down following to her. They talked for quite some time before he got a good flavor on his face.

'' Teresa, was your dad an astronaut ? ... because individual had to put those wiz in your eyes. '' She laughed and he took the opportunity to dash finisher to her. He rested his hand on her leg and they talked about formula school things.

As she talked, he rubbed his thumb on her leg, making her become more cognisant of it than the conversation.

'' I have to tell you something, '' Pat said in a serious flavour, `` there is no party. '' She was shocked. He did n't have anyone else coming over ? It was supposed to be just the two of them ?

'' It 's okay, '' she stated.

'' I kind of like you, Teresa. ``

'' I think I like you too. '' Pat leaned in and kissed her. Sparks flew as their brim touched. There was fire and passion in the way they kissed. Teresa slid her hand down Pat 's stomach as he reached behind her to snaffle her ass.

The two made out on the couch for quite some clip until Pat pulled off her shirt.

'' Beautiful, '' he mumbled as their brim met again. Teresa found Pat 's belt and undid it with what seemed like one motion. He pulled off his shirt and she was in Heaven.

In the same present moment, they both felt for eachother 's pants. They stood up and took the other 's off, sliding them carefree down their legs. Pat ran his hands up and down Teresa 's back and found the clasp to her bra. He undid the grasp and she let the strap fall down her weaponry. He let out a suspiration as he stared at her chest. She told him he did n't just have to stare at them, and then he was on them like ovalbumin on rice.

He felt them, lifted them, squeezed them, and played with them for quite some sentence before his brass made its way to them. He kissed the proper one and licked the put up teat, making Teresa squeel in delectation. He put his lips around the niggling nub and sucked, sending Teresa off edge.

She could feel her excitement in her panties and reached down to see how he felt. It did n't take her long to find his set up member sitting in his lap. She took ahold of it and squeezed the tip lightly, it jumped at first base touch modality but then got used to her being there.

He sucked her tit as he ran his deal down her stomach and to the front of her panties. He cupped her hill and could feel some wet seeping through her panties. He stuck his manus inside of them to see if it was just as wet on the inside but it was n't, it was wetter.

She moaned as he felt her clitoris and then slid two finger inside of her. He dribbled precum as she moaned and played with his cock.

It was completely rapture as they sped up their paces on the other person and moaned in eachother 's ear. They were both reaching their climax. They climbed higher and higher until they hit the peak.

He orgasmed first, spurting cum on Teresa and persona of the sofa. She thought i t was the sexiest affair she had ever felt which added on to the pleasure she was receiving and she let out a loud groan and convulsed uncontrollably.

After they started coming out of their highschool, she noticed the fourth dimension. It was already one in the morning. She was supposed to be home at one. She frantically rushed around and told him what was going on. They gathered her things and took off in his car.

'' I 'll just say you were having car problem so I took you rest home, '' he told Teresa, hoping that is sounded plausible enough to fool her mother.

'' That sounds great to me. ''

He walked her up to the doorsill and explained to Teresa 's mom the made up story of how Teresa 's car would n't start.

Teresa 's mom went into the mansion and left the two alone.

'' I really had a swell night, Teresa, '' he said bashfully.

'' Me too, maybe we could do it again, '' she insisted.

'' Oh definitely. '' He kissed her and started to walk back to his car.

'' Hey Pat ! ``

'' What ? '' He turned around.

'' Was your dad a bread maker ? ... because you have some nice prat ! '' He laughed and got into his car. What a neat way to start senior year .