Ch.2: The Toolshed Incident

For the fourth time that day, Marco Diaz screamed in frustration at his predicament.

Friday had come in like a thief on the lam, his entire week seemingly burnt up with one magical escapade after another. Star's experiments with the spellbook had resulted in, among other things: limb shrinkage, intestinal knots, artery dilation, and testicular torsion(not his own, thankfully). After having to cram homework thanks to these wonderful inter-dimensional romps, missing the bus, falling down two flights of stairs, and his backpack straps snapping, the boy was ready to, as his father once eloquently said, "put the ape in apeshit." Staring at the whiteboard in his homeroom, with Skullnick's lesson nothing more than a blather droning in his ears, his funk was pierced by a paper football landing neatly on his desk. Glancing at Skullnick to make sure she was still preoccupied with the whiteboard, Marco unfolded the football and pressed the paper even against his notepad, pencil in hand, miming writing while reading the message.

'Meet me by the parking lot at lunch.'

-J

Marco's heart leapt into his throat, both figuratively and literally, from another unfortunate side effect of Star's magic that she had promised to fix. Thwacking his Adam's apple a few times with his pencil to force it back down, he glared at the paper with his bloodshot eyes, all sorts of thoughts running through his head. Looking around the room, he caught Jackie's teal eyes, who offered no real reaction to confirm nor deny his questions.

'Just relax Marco. It's just Jackie. And you. Alone in the parking lot with nobody else but her and her legs and oh God she wore her spats today-'

"DIAZ!"

Skullnick's grating screech ended any surge of hormones Marco might've felt from his minor fantasies. "Is there a problem, or do you just like staring off into space like a brain-dead toad?"

"N-No Ms. Skullnick, just making sure I have all the notes copied."

Skullnick's laser glare waved over him for a second before she turned back to the whiteboard with a grunt. Marco kept his head down. Jackie and his questions couldn't be addressed if he got booted from class, after all.

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After Skullnick's tirade over cosines ended, the class shuffled out to lunch. Marco silently ducked out of the way from the mass and headed for the school exit. Slipping a rock in the doorway to block it from locking him out, he jogged around the campus until he saw Jackie leaning against a gnarled oak by the teacher's parking. She noticed him and gave a smile and a little wave, walking over to him.

"Sup?" She asked nonchalantly.

"W-Well, you tell me, you're the one who invited me out here," Marco said, stammering slightly at her bare legs, her spats revealing everything.

Jackie giggled at his crimson ears, and gestured with a finger for him to follow. Marco trailed along behind her, winding around the school's western wing, until she stopped at the school's equipment shed. Looking behind her, Jackie gave him a wink before fishing a key out of her bag and opening up the shed, much to Marco's surprise.

"Where'd you get that?" he asked, stepping inside despite his apprehension towards what was unabashed trespassing, driven by a mixture of curiosity and the sight of Jackie's bike shorts hugging her rear.

"Oh, Skullnick's got a lot of spares for the building locks. Managed to swipe this when she was cleaning the board after class."

"So why are we here?"

"I wanted to show you something."

"And what exactly would that b-"

Marco's sentence died as he tripped over a rake and fell on top of Jackie, knocking over a large stack of boxes in the process. Filled with gym equipment, the tower of worn-out nets and goalposts covered the two up with a cacophonous din, making it unable for either of them to move away from each other. Under the rubble, Marco felt the pressure on his back grow increasingly uncomfortable as more and more equipment fell, burying them. Jackie managed to cover her head as the collapse happened, but still became trapped.

Marco didn't pay very much mind to the wrecking of the equipment room, however. He was far more preoccupied with the other, more urgent situation.

Under the pile, his face was buried between Jackie's thighs.

In a pair of tight bike shorts.

'Oh dear,' Marco thought as he grunted, his knees holding as he supported the weight, lest it crush both him and Jackie.

His first instinct was to push back against the mountain, attempting to shift enough weight around to get up. Marco tried not to think about what Jackie might be thinking as he grunted, his head twisting around. His efforts were in vain, however, when a large rubber mat fell onto his head and slammed it back down into Jackie's crotch. Marco heard her gasp in what he could only perceive as pain and annoyance.

"Jackie?' Marco said past her thighs, trying to ignore the soft valley his mouth now occupied.

"Yeah, Marco?"

"I think we might be screwed."

"No, really?"

Marco winced at that, until he heard her start laughing, first a few giggles, then increasing until she was outright guffawing at their predicament. Marco pondered joining in, but decided against it. Working his jaw in his current position might serve to make things a little weird.

"So, got any ideas of how to get out of this?" she asked, looking down at his exposed eyes, which were all she could see from this angle.

"Nope."

She giggled at how fast his blush was spreading, even though a small one of her own graced her cheeks. "I guess we just both have to push until we can get a solid area to stand."

Marco nodded, and began pushing upwards. Jackie joined in too, focusing on pushing the larger mass that was pinning Marco's head down. Against his back and neck, Marco sweated as he exerted heave after heave, gaining precious millimeters each time. The work was quickly tiring, ad all of his muscle groups flexed at once, and Marco soon found himself panting hard. He had almost frred himself of Jackie's admittedly comfortable thighs when a hard weight crashed dwon on the back of his skull and sent his body driving back down.

Marco looked up to Jackie to protest, but any words he might've had were cut by the sound of her moan. It was then that he realized what his mouth was pressing up against.

Less than 5 millimeters of spandex separated his lips from her pronounced labia, its twitching tangible against her spats.

And they were damp.

REALLY damp.

His breath had been hitting her... "spot" the entire time, and Marco saw her head leaned back, her chest rising and falling as he heard her panting slightly in a way of her own. Fully spilling his spaghetti, Marco violently recoiled, shifting some of the equipment back. Jackie looked at him, her entire face flushed red, and tried to speak.

"W-Well, that's... that's not what I was... expecting at all," she managed to get out between breaths.

"Sorry. I didn't think something like... THAT would happen." Marco's voice shrank back in embarrassment and shame.

"Nah man, it's not your fault. Besides, this wasn't exactly the best pair of shorts for me to wear today."

"I'll sa-"

Marco tried to cut himself off, but Jackie furrowed her eyebrows at him.

"Say what?"

"W-W-Well I mean, just, y-you know, the dress code a-and all that," Marco backpedaled, his mind panicking.

"Oh come on Marco, don't think I didn't notice. You've been gawking at my ass since second period."

Marco sighed. 'Be honest Diaz, it'll just bite you if you lie.'

"A-Actually, your rear isn't what I've been looking at."

"Oh?"

"It's your legs."

Jackie blinked a few times at him, not quite believing him, until a wayward glance of his eyes towards her thighs confirmed it for her.

"It's okay Marco. I get it."

"Really?"

"Yep. Now, grab that rake that fell and let's start prying out way out of here."

Marco picked up the rake and rammed it between two goalposts above them. The two of them gradually worked the rake upwards, the tool allowing a lever with which to pry up the pile of equipment. The both of them blushed as their hands overlapped, Marco finding Jackie's flushed cheeks rather cute. Finally, with a heave, the pile gave way, and the two finally stood back up, with scattered sports gear around them. Neither of them wasted time leaving the shed and tossing the key in the bushes.

Marco turned to Jackie. "Yeah sorry about all that. I should've looked where I was going, and the stuff with the pile and-"

Jackie shut him up with a kiss that she was content to hold for more than a second, smiling as she felt Marco wrap himself around her instinctively. Pulling away, she brushed her hair away and grinned at him.

"For the third time, Marco, it's fine. You didn't mean any of it, and you were honest with me about it. I actually had a little resentment about your wandering eyes, but I can let it slide. Nobody's ever complimented my legs before."

"W-Well, they are nice, I won't lie about that," Marco replied, his bluster firing up as her teal eyes seemed to pierce his thoughts. "We should probably get back to class."

"Actually..."

Marco stopped halfway through turning back to the school, looking back at Jackie, who grinned devilishly at him.

"There's a sick rally going on at the skate dome downtown. Wanna jet over and check it out?"

Against every fiber of his moral being, and all the days he'd come in coughing to maintain that perfect attendance, Marco Diaz did something he thought he'd never do.

For the first time in his life, he skipped school.

Above the parking lot, in an empty classroom, a lone figure stood, watching the pair through binoculars. Lowering them, the observer's smile became borderline absurd as her eyes followed the two biking away. Leaning against a wall, she entwined her fingers and let out an overly excited, squealing giggle.

"Just as planned."