We kiss.His hand slides down my side again, I feel him pushing down my panties.The bed creaks, he shifts to pull them clear. Sits up a minute, reaches tothe bedside table.The bed lurches again, and he's beside me, a hand between my legs now,gently rubbing.Something cool and slightly slick, he strokes it down, and deeper still, afinger stroking deeper still. I roll, my legs apart.Another lurch, and he is kneeling between my legs.Columns of legs. Hard muscle, curls of hair touch the smooth softnessinside my thighs.I want. I want.He knows. He has to know.And then, at last, he sinks onto me.Just for a moment, I feel the weight of him full on my chest; I hardlybreath. Then, it eases just a bit, his mouth is on mine now. I feel himthrob between my legs.My legs stretch farther, my ankles hook his thighs. Pinned by the heat, Ifeel as if I'm melting, last tiny fingerlings of ice inside now turning inwater, silver lines sliding down an Alpine slope, they will join others, atrickle, tiny fall of. His name was Roy. He was taunting her, bullying her. All the rest of the class were laughing at Alice’s discomfort. I jumped up to go thump him but Helen instantly intercepted me, grabbing my arm and pulling me back down into my seat.“I’ve got this.” she said quietly.The whole classroom hushed and fell completely silent as Helen rose and walked up the aisle, stopping between Roy and Alice. She leaned down to whisper in Alice’s ear. Alice shook her head but Helen whispered more and Alice got up, her bag on her shoulder, clutching her binder, and came back down the aisle to sit in Helen’s place. I could see the tears welling in her eyes. Alice looked distraught. I wanted to hug her but all my limbs were switched off and I couldn’t move. With Alice seated, Helen turned very slowly and deliberately to face the boy. The whole class was silent, watching and waiting for the storm that was about to break. Helen, tiny little Helen, pointed a finger accusingly at the boy and said “If you ever.
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