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Vector: Chapter Two

Date: 7/7/2015, Categories: Fiction, School, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: zxnoregretsxz69, Rating: 84.4, Source: sexstories.com

promptly dropped into the tip jar. "Thanks." I said, returning to my table. The barista only nodded and smiled once more; she was already busy with the next customer. Sara looked up to see me returning and placed her phone down on the table. I sat down and sipped my drink for a minute, waiting for her to speak. When she didn't, I did. "So, cheer, huh?" "Mhmm. And track." "What events?" I wondered aloud. "Hundred meter and pole jump." She said matter-of-factly. I nodded seriously. "So, you're good on the pole? "Yup." She confirmed, not getting the double entendre. I decided to push the joke a little further. "At least you'll have a way to get yourself through law school, then." Might have been risky to open with a joke like that, but we were there on my terms, so I didn't feel too concerned. She looked shocked, as if she had forgotten that I could make jokes, but laughed after a second. "Sure. Not law school, though. It seems so boring." "Still wanna be a nurse, then?" "Yeah, how did you-?" She stopped and shook her head, amazed. "Wow, you really do have a good memory." "Well," I said, "I definitely didn't get this far on work ethic. I'm severely lacking in that department. And," I added, "I could've forgotten and just be a stalker." "Uh-uh." She said surely. "That never seemed like your style." "Style? I wasn't aware that I had a style." "Everybody does. Give me a few minutes of talking to you and I'll decide what yours is. It's been a while and I don't have a perfect ... memory." She replied. "Well, give me something to talk about, then." "Okay, um..." She thought for a moment, "What's your favorite movie?" I barely hesitated. "Interstellar." "Nerd." She shot back, grinning slightly. This was good; she was smiling. Just to keep her guessing, I put on an affronted look, which wiped the grin off of her face. "I prefer the term 'enthusiast'." "No, I didn't mean-" she stopped when she saw my smile break out; I couldn't keep pretending to be offended. "Dick." "Potty mouth." I folded my arms and reclined a bit in my chair. "Okay, what's my favorite movie?" She asked, changing things up. "Oh, that's what we're doing now? I believe it was Legally Blonde, but now? I can't be sure." "Guess." "You look like you would be a fan of The Notebook." I conjectured. "What, because I'm a girl? Girls aren't all the same, you know!" Her eyes flashed in muted anger as she spoke, signaling possible imminent demise for me. "I know, I just-" I halted. "Shit, you got me." She grinned again. "It's The Wolf of Wall Street." I raised my eyebrows appreciatively. "I stand corrected. That's hardcore." She laughed. "Okay, what kind of music do you like?" "I'm not too picky when it comes to music. Rock, rap, classical. Just not country or techno or most pop." "Hmm." She muttered as if she were a psychiatrist taking notes on her patient. "I'm closer to developing an idea of what your 'style' is." "Ok, that's enough about me for a while, then. What have you been up to for the past two ...