Page 1 of Pucking High School

Chapter 1

His lips were on mine as he backed me into a quiet corner, only stopping when my I hit the cold concrete pillar. I pulled away from his mouth, giggling because his hand was tickling the back of my knee.

“Henry,” I whispered so close to him, I could feel his breath against my lips. He traced his hand up my leg until it was playing with the hem of my skirt. “Someone could be watching.”

Henry glanced down at my mouth, before rubbing his nose against mine. “Isn’t that why we picked this place? Because no one is going to be looking for us here?

His hand was still on my thigh, sending tingles up my leg, and even though I knew he was right, the idea of anyone catching us with his hand up my skirt make me nervous. It didn’t matter that we’d been meeting under the bleachers for the better part of six months because it was as far away from the hockey team as we could get, I always had this innate fear that my brother or one of his friends would find me.

Henry’s hand skated a little higher up my skirt until he was palming one of my butt cheeks. I squealed backing into the cold, concrete pillar, trapping his hand in between.

“What are you doing?” I asked, clutching onto his shirt like it would help me stand.

He gave my ass cheek a little squeeze and raised his brow. “I don’t know. I just thought that maybe I could take the opportunity to make you feel good.”

“Feel good?” I asked with a high pitched voice. Swallowing down my nerves, I tried to make it look like I wasn’t shaking like a leaf, and cursed myself for ever thinking I was ready or something like this. I might have been talking a big game to my cousin Tiff about wanting to have sex, but now that the opportunity was in front of me, I wasn’t so sure.

Patting Henry on the chest, I looked down just as he kissed my cheek.

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable doing anything back here.”

He slowly dragged his lips down my neck, and I instinctively tipped my head back, letting him leave a trail of kisses behind. Resting my head against the pillar, I closed my eyes, enjoying the tingling feeling it was giving me.

When his hand moved from my ass, I relaxed, until I felt his fingers toying with the waistband of my skirt.

I gasped and my hips bucked forward, which Henry took as a sign that I wanted this. I squealed the tiniest bit because yeah, it all felt nice, but did I want to be known as the girl who got fingered under the bleachers?

Just as one of his fingers tucked under the waistband, I heard footsteps and pushed Henry off me. Standing beside him, looking a little wrecked, I wanted to laugh because he had my lipstick smeared all over his face.

It was obvious what we were doing back here, and when a couple of seniors also looking for a little privacy came into view, I didn’t know what to do.

“Sorry,” I squeaked out and waved. Then inwardly groaned because did I really just do that?

Henry didn’t even bother to look at the couple. He just scuffed his shoes across the concrete, leaving me to do all the talking.

“Are you guys still busy in here?” The girl asked, completely unbothered that she’d interrupted something.

“No. We’re good.” Henry mumbled.

Unfortunately, it was just as I said, “Yes. We’d like some privacy.”

Cringing, I tipped on my toes then pointed with my thumb to the side. “I think the next set of bleachers is free. The last couple that were in there left with a bang a few minutes ago.”

Without another word, the couple walked away, leaving me and Henry standing together. He didn’t move to kiss me again, because apparently, whatever was on his shoe was more interesting.

Pulling his phone out, the smallest of smiles tugged at his lips.

“Who you talking to?” I asked in a desperate attempt to get his focus back on me.

His smile dropped when he glanced up for all of two seconds before he continued texting. “No one. My mom.”

“So which one is it?” I was trying to be funny, but that didn’t seem to help Henry’s sudden change in attitude. He grumbled something, but I couldn’t hear it.

Well, this was awkward.

I didn’t know what to do or where to look because it seemed like Henry suddenly wasn’t interested in talking to me, or even acknowledging my existence.

He sighed out, stuffing his phone back in his pocket and before he could say anything, I wet my lips and stepped towardhim, ready to pick up where we left off. He stiffened in what I assumed was surprise when I leaned in to kiss him, and just as my lips were about to touch his, he turned his head, forcing my mouth to drag across his cheek instead.