`` I hope there 's a firefighter around because you 're smokin'hot, '' Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu told the Junior boy that sits diagonally in front of her. He smiled and blushed, a salmagundi of laughing at the logical argument and blushing at the senior daughter hitting on him.

She was n't the prettiest girl, but she was pretty, and she was a bit of an outcast. She stood at 5'9 '' tall and weighed roughly 200 pound sterling. She was chunky but you could n't tell from just her look. Her jawline was immaculate and her zygomatic bone carved by angel. Her aquamarine blue eyes changed from blue to gray to green-mostly staying at wild blue yonder. Her neck was aphrodisiacal and slender, her shoulders were boney. Her bosom were unusually small for a chunky girl, size of it 36B. Her knocker protruded out farther than her stomach, making her appear slimmer but all the weighting was in her stub and second joint. Her stern was a upright 44 column inch around and her second joint supported it. Her calve muscleman were extraordinarily strong and her ankles slim. Her human foot were ugly from the many golf game injuries she had taken over the course of four years- small shoes, getting run over by handcart, runaway bags of early teammate 's pushing go-cart.

Teresa was always hitting on someone, she had many pick up phone line. She hit on anyone and anything with a pulse. People would express mirth and joke along with it and it made her spirit wanted. Growing up in the same community for all her life brought her in, and kicked her out, of different radical. Hitting on people was her outflow.

The Jr boy that was her victim of the present moment was on of the popular son. He was a actor on the varsity association football and golf team. Not only was he gymnastic, he was smart. He was valedictorian of his grade and worked hard to keep it that way. He had sandlike blond hair that was kind of shaggy, drab John Brown eyes, and a stiff jaw. He stood a good 5'10 '' and weighed about 190 pounds- a little chunky, but not enough to really find. His public figure was Patrick but everyone called him Pat or Patty.

Once Pat stopped blushing, Mother Teresa winked at him to make the demarcation the full effect. He laughed and shook his head. What was he supposed to do ?

Teresa stopped when the Bell rang and class had begun. The class they were taiking was an advanced row in interpersonal chemistry that they could get college credit for. This was n't the only class they shared. They also shared advanced sprightliness sciences, another stratum taken through a college.

They had n't talked before this class but within the first gear four week of school, they were actually posing interrogative and answering eachother. He found out the castaway are n't so bad ; she found out not all popular people are full pricks.

They talked mostly about golf. It was the young woman 's season and he asked her what she had shot the former night. She answered, always a minuscule hinder because she knew he could thrum her by ten or more accident. He told her that her slews were n't too bad but they could stand improvement. She always smiled at how decent he was about it. He could tell her that she looked like shite but he 'd still be overnice enough about it to where it would seem like a compliment.

Once the gong rang, it was back to schoolhouse life, where she would n't have any friends in her classes and would be travelling in opposite steering as her admirer were. But she did n't want to think about that. She wanted to stay in form and hit on Pat and give him redden. She did n't really like him, she just thought it was cute when he blushed.

'' Are those space jeans ? '' She asked him.

'' Uh ... no ? ``

'' Oh, because your ass is out of this Earth. '' He gave a small giggle and his cheeks turned pinko.

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

That Nox, she played one of the laborious teams in the area and got a 52. Her team beat the other team 207 to 209. Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu was excited to evidence Pat the next day. She went home, did her preparation, ate, and then went to bed.

The school day was going along pretty quickly and before she knew it, she was in interpersonal chemistry, by Pat. He did n't verbalize to her right hand away, he was looking over his preparation but that did n't halt Teresa. She put her hand over his hand and when he looked up, she winked at him. He blushed. Normally, he would move his handwriting away, but this metre was different. He flipped her hand over and traced the tooshie before locking his digit with hers.

'Is he trying to get me back ?'She thought. She did n't know what this meant. Maybe he was trying to make her bloom. Maybe he wanted to sustain her handwriting.

'' I 'm going to birth to pen about this in my diary tonight. 'September 9th, held deal with cute boy .''' She told him. He laughed, Sami with the residuum of the group.

Needing to rectify something on his newspaper publisher, Pat let go of Teresa 's helping hand to publish. She acted like nothing happened. Something did go on though. She developed a crush.

Normally, the Guy Teresa went for were in their twenties and were bad boys, but someone younger than her ? The thought used to make her sick.

Class was coming to and end but she could n't help but piss pocket-sized feeling at him. He was cute but she still could n't believe she was `` crushing. ``

The bell rang and everyone gathered their hooey and proceeded to pass on. As she was walking out of the schoolroom, a hand laid upon her shoulder, it was Pat.

'' Hey, Teresa. So there 's this party Friday Nox after the football game game, it 'd be great 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 meter all she could think about was that this boy asked her out, kind of.

School came to an end and she went to golf exercise. She practiced her lurch and chipping, her impuissance where she racked up all the accident, and went domicile.

When she got abode she told her mom about her day and how Pat asked her out. She told Teresa to be careful but have fun and gave her license to go.

Thursday came and it was a slow down day. She waited for Friday. She wanted to recognise what form of party it was going to be. She sat through all of her classes and weirdly enough, Pat was n't in them. It was delicately with her, she did n't own to see him but she forgot to talk about how she did the early Night in golf and she knew she 'd forget again.

Class ended and she gathered her stuff and left field. She walked beside Amber 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 bullshit reason. Mother Teresa 's eyebrow went up and a smirk wiped across her face. Maybe Pat was a bad boy afterall.

The match that night was n't too hard. She shot a 47 and the team beat the former team 199 to 236. She went home happy with her mark and called it a night.

The succeeding dayspring, she woke up to birds chirping and the sun coming in through her window. She got ready for shoal and left a petty bit latterly. She was thankful that there were n't really any copper that patrolled the area because she sped all the way to schooltime.

She went through her convention routine of her grade 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 have a map ? '' She asked.

'' Uh, of the shoal ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' That sounds large. '' Class began and their conversation was cut short.

Throughout class, he kept glancing at Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu. They made eye contact lens once and he asked her how the game went endure night. She told him they smashed the other team and he seemed happy for her.

The day ended ant the game approached. As she found herself a fanny, she saw Pat and he called her over. She sat with him for the altogether game. After their team won, 17 to 0, it was metre for Pat 's party. They left the school and arrived at his business firm within ten minutes.

His house was huge. It was a two narration brick household with a long driveway leading to it. They exited the car and headed in the mansion. It was just as beautiful on the inside 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 former citizenry arrived. She said yes and he led her to the livingroom. She sat on a leather sofa and he sat down next to her. They talked for quite some time before he got a dangerous look on his face.

'' Mother Theresa, was your dad an astronaut ? ... because person had to put those stars in your oculus. '' She laughed and he took the chance to scud closer to her. He rested his manus on her leg and they talked about normal school matter.

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

'' I have to say you something, '' Pat said in a dangerous tone, `` 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 variety of like you, Teresa. ``

'' I think I like you too. '' Pat leaned in and kissed her. Sparks flew as their brim touched. There was fervidness and cacoethes in the way they kissed. Mother Teresa slid her handwriting down Pat 's tummy as he reached behind her to grab her ass.

The two made out on the couch for quite some time 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 moments, they both felt for eachother 's pants. They stood up and took the other 's off, sliding them carefree down their stage. Pat ran his hands up and down Theresa 's dorsum and found the clutch to her bra. He undid the clasp and she let the strap fall down her arms. He let out a sigh as he stared at her breasts. She told him he did n't just have to stare at them, and then he was on them like white on rice.

He felt them, lifted them, squeezed them, and played with them for quite some fourth dimension before his face made its way to them. He kissed the right one and licked the raise nipple, making Teresa squeel in delight. He put his lips around the little nub and sucked, sending Mother Theresa off edge.

She could sense her excitement in her panties and reached down to see how he felt. It did n't take her farseeing to find his erect extremity sitting in his lap. She took ahold of it and squeezed the tip lightly, it jumped at beginning tactile sensation but then got used to her being there.

He sucked her tit as he ran his hand down her breadbasket and to the forepart of her pantie. He cupped her mound and could feel some moisture seeping through her panties. He stuck his handwriting 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 clit and then slid two digit inside of her. He dribbled precum as she moaned and played with his cock.

It was completely X as they sped up their paces on the other mortal and moaned in eachother 's ears. They were both reaching their orgasm. They climbed mellow and higher until they hit the peak.

He orgasmed first, spurting cum on Teresa and part of the couch. She thought i t was the sexiest thing she had ever felt which added on to the pleasure she was receiving and she let out a cheap moan and convulsed uncontrollably.

After they started coming out of their senior high school, she noticed the time. 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 problems so I took you home plate, '' he told Theresa, hoping that is sounded plausible enough to fool her mother.

'' That sounds great to me. ''

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

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

'' I really had a neat night, Mother Theresa, '' he said bashfully.

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

'' Oh definitely. '' He kissed her and started to take the air back to his car.

'' Hey Pat ! ``

'' What ? '' He turned around.

'' Was your dad a baker ? ... because you have some nice buns ! '' He laughed and got into his car. What a bully way to start senior twelvemonth .