“Okay, this is something that I’ve been struggling with, and I don’t want anyone else to know. It could ruin my entire life and career if anyone knew.”
Kara was curious.
“I’m listening, Henry.”
He let out a drawn out sigh, focusing his thoughts and trying to loosen up.
“Kara, I’m incredibly poor,” he said.
“Is that all,” she asked with scorn.
“You don’t understand. I’m barely able to afford food. Girls around here see me wearing expensive clothes and spending time with the elite at the school. I take the clothes that my friends would give to charity. I do my own tailoring and cooking so that I can stay trendy.
“I need help to stay in school; this is my only shot at being something more than a nobody,” he said.
Kara looked at his eyes. She could see his eyes were already getting clouded with tears. She wanted to jump across the table and hug him, tell him everything would be okay. But, she didn’t.
“How can I really trust you,” Kara said.
“The best things in life are free, Kara,” he replied, “but if you want I can show you my bank statement. Or take you to the one bedroom apartment my mother raised three kids in.
“Or I could cook the same food that I cooked for my younger siblings daily.”
Kara was beginning to believe him. Perhaps he wasn’t lying to her.
“You know, you could have told me from the beginning. It wouldn’t have made me any less interested in you. It’s the fact that you took advantage of me before telling me the truth. It’s hard to come back from.”
He nodded. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and Kara could feel some start to well up behind her eyes.
“I believe you, Henry,” she said.
He moved to the chair next to her and leaned over to give her a hug. She accepted it readily. The feeling of warmth didn’t just come from him but also welled up inside her.
“You know, it’s been a few days,” she said.
He brushed the tears from his eyes and gave her a puzzled look.
Kara looked around the library. There weren’t that many people inside, and she felt a little frisky; feelings that felt odd when juxtaposed with her emotional state.
“I think you owe me this one,” she said.
Kara reached under her skirt and slid her underwear down to her knees. It seemed that Henry got the hint as he glanced around before ducking under the table.
The simple but pleasant touch of his hands on her thighs gave her a chill. She wasn’t entirely sure she was ready for what she asked for, but it was too late to back out now.
His tongue licked along her inner thigh and sent tingles to all her nerves. She opened her legs a little further and relaxed her head back into the seat.
She could feel herself opening up as he inched closer to her slit. The tip of his tongue met her little clit, and she shivered from the sensation. Kara put her hands on his head and pulled him in closer.
He obliged her and continued to tease her. Then, a surprising new twist came when he slipped his finger inside her dripping sex. It felt odd at first, but he rubbed along her g-spot inside, and the new sensation made her arch her back each time he rubbed it.
The motions of his tongue started to blur together, and she felt the familiar welling inside her stomach. She put a hand over her mouth in an effort to keep herself quiet, but it didn’t help much.
She moaned with pleasure with each flick of his tongue. He seemed to be enjoying himself as well, making his circles shorter and shorter.
Then she felt a sudden explosion and her body convulsed. She lost her breath in the moment, not realizing that she was crushing his head with her thighs.
He pulled himself free and snuck to the other side of the table.
Through heavy panting, Kara managed to say just one thing.
“Okay, I believe you.”
8.
“They’re not going to like me,” Henry said.
“I don’t think they’ll care that much,” Kara retorted.
It had been a couple of weeks since they managed to make up in the library.
“Do I have to tell them,” Henry asked.
“You know it’s wrong to keep lying to people that say they’re your friends,” she said.
“But, what if all the sudden I’m kicked off the team because I’m no longer one of them,” Henry added.
“You’ll always be a hockey player,” Kara said.
“Okay, alright, fine. You got me. I’ll do it. And, I’ll live with the consequences,” Henry said.
They were about to do just that. Kara and Henry walked down the familiar street; from Kara’s house to the house down the street that Henry normally lived.
Henry walked just a little bit slower, and Kara did her best to keep him on track. He continued to plead the entire way, and it drove her crazy having to constantly reassure him, but it was for the best.