This is the ninth chapter of my ongoing story involving many characters. If you haven't been reading the chapters in order you are at a disadvantage as to how the story is progressing. There are many important characters in this story: Virginia or Ginny, Billy, Jennifer, Jane, Matt, and Mrs. Wilson. All characters mentioned in the stories are at least eighteen years of age or older.
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My Conversation With Mrs. Wilson The Following Day
After the final bell rang, I went to my locker, and put my books inside, than I shut my locker, and turned to go home, but Jennifer was standing there holding her books across her chest and smiling up at me.
"Hi Jennifer, what's happening?"
"I just wanted to know if you would like to go with me to the ice cream shop and have some ice cream? Don't worry, it's my treat!"
"Well, that's nice of you, but what about Matt? I don't think Matt would think it cool for us to go out and have ice cream together."
"Well, remember the other day when I told you I'd heard Matt was fucking a cheerleader from Jefferson High School?"
"Sort of."
"Oh, Billy, I told you that when you came over to my house the other day. Several people had been telling me that Matt was fucking a girl named Ramona, who's a cheerleader at Jefferson. I couldn't believe Matt, the star of our football team, would fuck a cheerleader from our biggest rival. Our coach should throw his sorry ass off the team! Well, This morning I decided I had enough of his unfaithfulness. I went to the lunch room where he sits with all of this football buddies and give his fucking class ring back to him and then I gave him a piece of my mind.
"Wow! Did you really do that?"
"Yes, I did!"
"I walked up to the team table, got his attention, looked him in the eye, and asked him point blank, in front of his buddies, "Are you fucking a girl named Ramona at Jefferson High School?"
"You should have seen the shock look on his face! He was speechless Billy. All his buddies just looked at him, saying nothing. In fact the entire cafeteria got quiet.
Then I said, "That's fucking sick of you, Matt. You've not only cheated on me, you asshole, but you chose to cheat your buddies here by fucking a slut from our cross-town rival school. And we have a big game with them in two weeks that might decide the conference championship. Does your team know about your split loyalties? I'm though with you! Here's your fucking class ring back you bastard."
"I was so heated up and mad I threw the ring at him. "I think it hit him somewhere on his face. Then as I was storming out of the cafeteria the room erupted in applause. I felt so empowered and elated that I did that.
"I wish I'd seen that!"
"You weren't in the cafeteria?" Where were you?"
"I was called into the counseling office by Mrs. Wilson. When I got there, she was busy preparing a report for Mr. Moore. He needed it for a meeting he was going to at the District Office. So, she apologized but said she had to get it done before she could talk to me. She sat at her desk working on the report and I sat in a chair across from her desk and just looked at her legs, and when she finished her report, she apologized again and then asked me if we could talk through lunch. I said, 'sure, I wasn't hungry anyway.'"
"What else were you looking at besides her legs, Billy? Did you get a look at her pussy?"
"No, Jennifer. What kind of a guy do you think I am?"
"Billy, I already know what kind of a guy you are, and you were looking to see if she would flash you a look at her pussy." Jennifer looked a little disturbed at me, and then she said, "You've seen Mrs. Wilson a lot lately. Can you share why you've been in her office so much?"
"Well, most of it is because my teachers have sent me there to be discipline Jennifer."
"Billy, I hope you'll listen to her words. Mrs. Wilson is an excellent counselor and I know she can help you. Everyone seems to think she's very knowledgeable and caring and likes to help students succeed. You're lucky to have her; if she likes you she'll do anything for you. Besides I hear she write wonderful college admission letters for students, and she might help you get a golf scholarship as well. You're lucky to have her as your counselor."
"Yes, it has been helpful to talk with her. She's easy to talk to."
"She sure has more personality and charisma than her husband. What a sourpuss he is. I cannot figure out why she married him. He knows about colleges and he's been very helpful in that regard, but I couldn't possibly talk with him about personal things." She stood there without continuing for a few minutes and then said, "Can I treat you or not?"
"Sure, this is Ginny's day to meet with her girlfriends for lunch, and to gossip together."
"Oh, good. Thank you. Let's go!"
We walked about six blocks to the ice cream shop. We went in and ordered sundaes, and sat in a corner booth toward the back of the room. She said, "I hope no one will interrupt us or make a comment on what happened today in the cafeteria during lunch."
I scooted in and slid around to the back of the curved booth and she followed me and sat as close to me as she possibly could. We chatted and laughed and had a good time. She smiled repeatedly and I was glad she freed herself from Matt. He isn't a very nice person and she'll be better off without him. It was nice to see her bubbly personality return and several times I had the urge to kiss her, but I didn't.