Senior Slump Part 4: Lacy's Confession

Part 3 (https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/18y4iwi/senior_slump_part_3_ill_do_it/)

Just plot this time, no porn!

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After getting cleaned up, and a few more minutes of rest, Sam left the classroom feeling a bit of vertigo at the decision he had just made. The classes painslave, Ms. Powell had called it. Well, it was only for a semester, he thought, how bad could it be? And the promise of having sex with everyone in the class...? He imagined Samantha bounding up and down on his cock, her blue hair disheveled. And the little mousy haired who sat on his left, her pert little tits. He imagined Lacy's slender body wrapping around him in sexual bliss. He imagined Penny... Fuck. Was he really that much of a pervert? Did he really want to fuck his own sister? But the way she had looked when her turn came in class, the feeling of her hot breath in his ear as she ground her foot into his balls... Maybe she wanted it too... Could she really want to...?

He was broken from his revery when a voice from behind him said,

"Hey, Sam!"

He looked around to see Lacy push herself off from the wall where she had been leaning, and realized that he had already made his way out of school.

"I've been waiting for you."

"Oh, uh, right. Lacy. So, what's up?" said Sam.

"I just, uh, can we maybe talk for a second? Like, in private?"

"Um, okay?"

"Let's- here, this way." she said, leading him away from the stream of students exiting the building, and around to a deserted corner of the school.

She stopped behind a tree, and then turned to face him, her silky black hair glistening in the sunlight.

She shot him a nervous smile, and then began to speak quickly.

"Okay, so um, I just- uh. I have some things that I wanted to say- I've been meaning to say. For a while now. To you. Things I've wanted to say for years, but I guess I was never really able to work up the courage until now- until today, that is. But with everything that happened in class, I guess, you know, it was kind of the kick in the pants I needed, heh. Ahem- You know, Cause? Sorry. How are they, by the way? Your balls? Sorry that's not- I just meant, they probably hurt cause of- Ahem."

She cleared her throat again, and Sam was amazed to see that she had gone bright red. He had never seen her like this before- nervous, rambling, blushing furiously. The Lacy he knew had always been confident and collected - nothing like the girl he was before him now.

"A-anyway. That's not- just- what I really wanted to say is I'm... Sorry. For everything I did to you in middle school. All the shit I put you through. You didn't deserve that, and, and- and I...Sorry..."

She looked at him sheepishly, hands wringing the strap of her messenger bag. Sam stared at her, even more stunned then before. Lacy Lang apologizing...? To him? He could hardly believe his ears.

"That- That's okay." he finally managed to blurt out. "Doesn't matter."

"But it does, Sam! I was a complete bitch to you for years. I mean I pantsed you like a hundred times at least. Everyone in school saw your dick, even old Ms. Edith, the librarian. I totally humiliated you, and you hadn't even done anything to deserve it. It was all just because I couldn't handle my feelings, and I know that's not an excuse, and I know you probably hate him, god knows I would, but- but, I- you still- deserve to know."

She stopped, biting her lip as if psyching herself up for something.

"Know what?" Sam asked.

She shot him a nervous glance.

"That I, um..."

"That you what?"

"That I like you, okay!" she burst out suddenly. "I have since the sixth grade! That's why I was always such a bitch - I didn't know how to deal with it. I had never had a crush before, and then suddenly you came along looking all cute and being so nice and funny and making me feel all these weird things and I didn't know what to do! So I freaked out and acted like a bitch, and then you started avoiding me and glaring at me all the time, and it just made everything worse cause now the boy I liked hated my guts, and on top of feeling all weird and hormonal and fucked up, my heart was fucking broken and it was all my fault and I still didn't know what the fuck to do about any of it, so I just kept acting like a bitch cause that's the only thing I could think to do-"

Sam watched in horror as tears began to fill her eyes.

"And then we graduated and I had a lot of time to think about things over the summer, and start to figure things out and work on myself. And when highschool started and I heard we were going to the same school, I thought, here's my chance to fix things, maybe if I explain it to him, he can forgive me. I had this whole big speech planned out about how sorry I was and how I was gonna make it up to you, and I was gonna do it on the first day of school, but then when you saw me coming and realized I was going here too, you just looked so upset and angry, and it hurt so much to see you look at me like that again and I just couldn't do it. I cried in the bathroom that whole morning. And after that, I just... I couldn't face it again, so I just gave up and tried to forget about it. About you. But then, seeing you again. Being in this class with you. Watching you go through what you did today... Being- being part of that again. It all came back up again. All the feelings, all the hurt, all the shame, and I just. I had to tell you. S-so. So there it is. I'm really sorry. You can tell me you hate me now. I know you do. I do."

She finished softly, her eyes red with tears, and looked down. White pedals swirled through the gentle breeze, lifted off the crab apple tree they were standing under. Sam stood in shocked silence. He felt as though a bomb had been dropped on him. For years, he had thought- known- that Lacy Lang hated his guts. He had thought she considered him the absolute scum off the earth, barely even worth stepping on. And now, to learn that she did not hate him, and in fact, had had a crush on him since the sixth grade? It was a lot to take it, to say the least.

"W-well?" sniffed Lacy, "Aren't you going to say something? You don't have to forgive me, I know I'm an awful bitch, but-"

Sam did not know what made him do it. There was no rational explanation. This girl had been nothing but awful to him for years, had been the bane of his existence in middle school. He should hate her. Perhaps it was something about seeing her crying in front of him. Perhaps he was just exhausted from his experience in class, and was not thinking clearly. Or perhaps it was just the romance in the air, with the gently falling petals. Sam did not know. But for whatever unknown reason, as Lacy gazed at him through bloodshot eyes, he suddenly made the choice to forgive her. And not just that. Before she knew what was happening, he had leaned forward, taken her face in one hand, and kissed her.

She froze for a moment, shaking and surprised, and then she collapsed into his arms, sobbing. He hugged her as she cried, wondering what on earth he had gotten himself into now.