Free Free Agent by Lolah Lace Page A

release day from high school. The plan was for me to come over at lunch time. Her parents would still be at work. After the hand job, there was no way I was going to pass up the opportunity to be alone with her at her house.
    I texted Deja that I was on my way. I arrived in fifteen minutes. The abortion clinic was in another suburb but it wasn’t that far from Bolingcreek.
    I pulled into her driveway and I was out my car quickly. I was obviously pressed for time.
    Deja’s house was in one of the newly built communities in Bolingcreek. New meaning, the houses in this area were no more than ten years old. Deja has been living in Bolingcreek since she was five. She speaks four different languages, Spanish, Mandarin, Tagalog and Urdu. What the hell is Tagalog and Urdu? It seems I know all there is to know about Deja. I still don’t know what her pussy feels like wrapped around my cock.
    I knocked on her front door. Deja opened the door with her dimpled smile.
    “RJ.”
    “Deja.” I stepped in and watched her as she closed and locked the door behind me. I took a quick glance at her forty inch ass. I love her ass. She was wearing loose purple sweat pants and a fitted green Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles t-shirt. I decided to take a look around.  Her house was very clean. It still looked new on the outside and inside but they had it built from the ground seven years ago.
    I felt an urge to touch her. So I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me. “Hey, I missed you.” Did I just say that?
    “I missed you too.” She smirked.
    I had to taste her lips. I let go of her hand and cupped her chin pulling her face to mine. I kissed her mouth. Her lips were full, soft and her tongue was moist and pliable.
    I think we should take this party to her bedroom. “Hey babe, show me your room.”
    “Okay, you have to promise to stay PG-13.”
    “Of course, I would never force you to do anything.” That was the GH. I was never that forceful, thirsty, rapey guy.
    “I know.” She smiled. “I just wanted to hear you say it.” Deja took my hand and lead me to the staircase. I willed my cock to be cool as I watched her ass sway in front of my face as she led me up the stairs.
    I stepped into her bedroom. I expected something very teenage and girly but it wasn’t like that at all. Her bedroom was red, white and black. It was hard to sum up her décor in words but off the top of my head I would call it ninja vampy. I’m not sure what that means but that’s what came to my mind.
    Deja had what looked to be real samurai swords on her walls. The wall at the head of her bed was painted blood red. There was a framed Kill Bill movie poster on her wall and there was a framed The Matrix movie poster on another wall.
    There were large black painted polka dots on her ceiling. I’m not sure how someone could’ve painted perfectly shaped black circles on the white ceiling. This only added to the mystique of the room and the high school senior that dwelled within its walls.
    Much to my surprise, there were no stuffed animals or dolls like in other girl’s rooms. Deja was truly different and this only confirmed that I was right about her.
    Her bedroom made me smile. Her bedroom impressed me. One entire wall was bookshelves and every inch of the shelves was filled with books.
    “Your room is cool.” I said because it was too quiet. I didn’t want her second guessing her decision to let me into her private domain. “Did you read all these books?”
    “Yeah, the ones I haven’t read are over there.” She pointed to a five foot tall stack of books on the other side of the room by the window. I grinned as a noticed the studious pile.
    I took a seat on her bed. “Hey come here. Come sit on my lap.” I raised one hand hoping she would take it. She did. She straddled me and I’m sure she felt safe since we were fully clothed. That, and I am always a gentleman.
    I put my hands around her waist. “I think you should kiss me.” I said.
    “I