Puppy Charming 101 [Isabelle x citizenanon]

James, while not the most observational of men in the world had become very attuned to his friend Sophie. The two were mostly inseparable after all. They had been together constantly since the fateful day that she had been shoved into the locker. Of course, he had heard what everyone had said about her. What he did not gather himself, his faithful second in command, Jerold, had been more than willing to spill. For some reason, people did not feel the same need to be quiet around the young black man as they were around James. At any rate, he had not appreciated some of the things he had heard, but he was really unable to combat it directly. The same could be said about the picture that had been passed around before of Sophie in her bathing suit. It was bad. Terrible that someone had done that, but there was little to be gained by trying to fight the whole system. Luckily, it had blown over rather quickly.

This attuned nature led to his next action. Even as he spoke and talked with Erica about the upcoming party, he unconsciously reached out to Sophie and grasped her wrist. He knew the chances of her fighting him were just about nil and moved her hand to its usual resting place at his side. To be honest, he missed the almost constant contact that they shared when it was gone. He had not mentioned it to Sophie yet and certainly had not told Erica of his feelings. The first, he felt, would be embarrassed and the other... well Erica had been so nice with Sophie that he did not want to strain that. When her hand was where he thought it belonged, he released her wrist and patted the back of her hand. Nothing had been said and he did not feel that anything was needed just now.

"What's going on over here?" Jerold called as he grabbed a chair, turned it around and sat facing the small group. "Holding some kind of war council? Say, Erica, what time is this party kicking off tomorrow? I gotta know so I can be fashionably late after all!"

Sophie reluctantly did as she was instructed to. Her thumb pinned down the edge of his shirt to the knuckle of her index finger, holding onto him tightly. She smiled to him, feeling him pat her hand. But he missed it. Erica was whispering something into his ear about how people were allowed to 'spend the night'. Sophie's smile softened, the elated feeling she felt disappearing. She spotted Jerold and offered him a sweet smile, but he too, directed conversation to Erica.

The brunette pulled away, and looked to her boyfriend's best friend, and smiled, "It'll start at 8, but you should probably gun for 7." The three of them had a small chuckle.

Sophie watched. It was very nice of Erica to call her parents and ask if she could come for a sleep over... She had never been to either actually! A party, or a sleep over. What do you even do at those?

"Yeah yeah." Jerold laughed with everyone else. "So how did you wrangle this with your folks? They gone for the weekend or something?" James was already privy to this information. They were gone for a conference of some sort and would not be home until Sunday afternoon. Plenty of time for them to get in, party, and get things sorted. Surely they knew something would go on while they were gone. It had before of course, but they seemed to be of the mind set that kids will be kids. Even James had wrangled a concession of staying out from his parents. What that would mean for them, he had no idea, but he was looking forward to it. Erica had been giving him looks for the last week. Some in appraisal, some in curiosity. Who knew what she had planned?

Erica explained it once more for their friend.

James lightly stroked Erica's back and just enjoyed the feeling of her against him while they were sitting there. Soon though, the bell was ringing and they all had to escape to class. James would be away from his Sophie for a little while, but would catch up with her soon enough during P.E. near the pool. It had become a pretty regular schedule for the two of them.

***

The pool area was as busy as it always was. Students milled about in various states of undress as they got in their daily scheduled exercise. James stood next to Jerold as they waited for Sophie to arrive. She had been schooling both of them in the water sports division and both enjoyed competing with her when she was in the mood for it.

"I'm telling you, James. You've got to open your eyes. Or at least admit it." Jerold was saying. "She's smoking hot."

James made a noncommittal answer, not particularly liking this train of conversation. She was his friend and he wasn't sure he liked discussing her in such an objectifying manner.

"Alright then, tell me you don't want to see her in more revealing clothing like what some of the other girls wear. I don't know where the girl has been hiding it, but Sophie one of the hottest girls here, man." Jerold continued on.

"Alright, if you'll just shut up about it. Yeah, Sophie's a good looking girl and I'd be blind not to see how hot she is and of course she'd look great dressed like that. Is that what you wanted to hear? You happy now?" James snapped a bit at Jerold, forcing the subject to a close.

"Ecstatic." Jerold answered, not at all perturbed by James' tone of voice. It was not the first time James had been short with him and would not be the last. The buttons... they were just so easy to push.

Sophie sat there, listening in. Games, snacks, talking, drinking...? Sophie drew within herself, squeezing onto his shirt that much tighter. They said their goodbyes, and once Erica was gone, Sophie hugged James fare well. In her next class, she found it had to concentrate on the lecture, as her mind was already in the pool swimming with two most handsome guys ever. She wasn't quite sure what she felt, but her heart always raced a little faster when she stood in-between Jerold and James... Maybe because of their physique, or the fact that her head was always tilted up to look at their faces.

Buttons were so easy to push, just light the once on her blouse. Sometimes, should she arch her back just tight, Sophie was able to make her shirt pop open! Not that she did that for anyone before... Regardless, Sophie undressed from her girlish outfit and stowed it away before slipping into her skin tight bathing suit. The boys were waiting by the diving boards, and thats when heard it. James' true thoughts on the way she dressed. Stopping dead in her tracks, she did not know what to say. Her stomach felt like it was going to creep up her throat! So, she simply smiled,

"H-hey guys! Hope I'm not interrupting any boy talk!"

"No such thing." James turned and smiled at her, his eyes just briefly dancing away from her face to the bathing suit that she wore. It was quick and very subtle, but there for anyone to see who was looking for it. His mind drifted back to the dream he had as well as the picture that he had saved on his phone. Nobody would blame him for think she was incredibly attractive. "Ready to hit the pool? I'm betting one of us can beat you today!" James chuckled at the challenge. Was it skill or simply the view that kept him from being faster than Sophie? The young man placed his towel down and guided Sophie, once she had placed hers as well, to the pool where he jumped in.

Jerold was not far behind and made a rather large splash as he entered. The young man surfaced near James and tried to force him under the water. James lowered just until his chin was under the water before he stopped himself and forced Jerold under with a quick motion of his arm. He did not hold him under, but let him immediately come back up.

That fantasy. It was just a fantasy right? It could have been anyone really. Even Erica could have worn a cotton candy perfume. But... Between the photo, and the dream, there was something special about that angle he had envisioned that was being replicated down. With his hand on her small over her exposed back, her long tri-coloured locks just brushing over the skin of his hand, she looked up to him with all that innocent love and adoration. She blinked softly, fanning her long lashes. Such a sweet face she had. From where he stood, he could see a fair bit of ample cleavage. Just like his dream, he could pull her close, and fondle her chest. His hand pressed hard to it by the tight confines of her shirt. Her already blushing cheeks would be so pink! And she would grow far wetter than what the pool would soon do to her.

Still, she smiled up to him. Not knowing his perversion. "I appreciate the honesty, James!" She nodded, looking forward to the blue water, "Mhm! Let's do this!" Sploosh splash went her two amigos, before Sophie expertly dove in. As the two men rough housed, neither of them could quite expect what would happen next. A little hand tickling their feet!

The reaction in both young men was immediate as they separated and looked around for the culprit. Neither had been paying Sophie a great amount of attention as they were battling to see who could come closest to drowning the other when she dove in. James, having finally spotted their attacker dove under in chase. It was a merry chase that saw them from one end of the pool to the other. Both were excellent swimmers, but Sophie continued to elude his grasp. Finally, they were forced to come up for breath near the edge of the pool. James was moments behind Sophie, so did not witness her marvelous surface, but Jerold was there to witness the magnificent event which was followed shortly by James less than stellar breach of the surface.

James followed Sophie to the edge of the pool, his chest rising and falling quickly as he caught his breath. When Sophie was against the edge and not afforded a way to escape, he snaked his hands out under the water to tickle her ribs. The wet nylon was smooth under his finger tips, but that slipped his mind as he was content on getting his revenge!

Sophie swam as fast as she could! Kicking hard, arm reaching in front of her one after the other, all in efforts to propel herself further, and faster than James. But James had a great deal of stamina! From days of running on the football field, or those five am jogs, whatever it was, he was chased after her like blood hound bound for a fox. Soon his precious little fox pushed herself out of the water, flipping her hair out of her face, and sending a ray of shimmering droplets behind her. Priceless. She was left panting, her chest heaving as she rested against the side of the pool, too weak to go on! Raspy gasps coming from her throat as she laid back against the wall. Soon though, James emerged in close pursuit. His eyes narrowed. There was something dark about the way he looked at her, honing in like his natural instincts to kill. Deft hands came to her sides and began pillaging her never before tickled sides. Sophie began squirming, trying to avoid his cruel penetrating hands. Her own coming up and resting on his arm and shoulders. Absent mindedly, she brought herself closer. Pert nipples constrained by her wet bathing suit brushing against his chest.

Sophie had gotten a bit excited by their closeness.

James had momemtarily lost his mind. Between the thrill of the chase, the loss of oxygen from the exercise and just pure enjoyment of the moment, he drew closer to Sophie. The tickle attack had gone rather well and he enjoyed her squirming in his hands. As they calmed and Sophie drew closer to him, James rested his hands on her ribs. His hands were large, especially compared to the rather petite Sophie. His fingers rested against her ribs, but his thumbs continued to move slightly as they came to rest just on the swell of her breasts. He leaned in closer to her and simply enjoyed the feeling of her in his arms and her nipples pressed against his bare chest. Perhaps driven by the earlier frustrations, James body reacted quickly to the closeness and he could feel himself pressed against her.

Jerold watched wide eyed at what was going on here. In public. Where anyone with a camera could see. They were not so far away from him, so he simply reached a long arm back and swept it towards them. A large wave swept towards them before running over them and breaking the concentrationm the two had on each other. Luckily, it appeared that nobody around them had noticed the rather intimate moment.

James jumped back from Sophie as the wave washed over them. Sanity, which had temporarily gone came back quickly and his hands shot back under the water away from where they had been.

But in that moment, all that mattered was them. Sophie's wish to be part of his world was met, but now... Now she was experiencing something new. The thrill of being intimate with him. Although it was harmless, the closeness they shared was arousing. His weighted fingers holding her still, how their breathing matches, causing their chests to push up against one another. Their raspy breathing! Was this it? Sophie blinked softly, unsure of the situation. She was sure of the wave of water though. Having James move away was like ripping off a bandaid. She pouted just a little, sad that it had ended. But quickly enough, she took off for Jerald. With much enthusiasm, she grabbed onto him, and tried her darndest to pull him under the water.

James was still treading water when Sophie shot away from him towards Jerold. He was glad that the young man had saw fit to distract them from whatever had just been going on between them. While the moment had been quite ideal and he felt a stirring in not only his heart, but groin as well, it was wrong. So very wrong and not something he needed to be doing. He would have to thank Jerald later.

Jerold refused to submit to Sophie's attack and simply held his arm out as she tried to force him under the water. He was simply much bigger than she was and not easy to sink. "Perhaps James would be the easier to attack here." Jerald teased as Sophie struggled against him. "He's a bit distracted now. I bet you could pull him under."

Oh boy, Jerold felt immediately guilty for what he was pulling here as he tried to get Sophie to focus back on his friend. He just aimed to cause maximum embarassment in minimal time.

After a few second more, Sophie slipped down Jerold's body, her own pressing against his. She floated their, like a lazy fat tadpole on a sunken branch, puffing out her cheeks. She didn't have all the strength in the world to force him down under, and with mentions of James being an easier target, she decided to try her hand again at the boy's sport! Zip! Off she went, swimming towards James. She leapt onto his back, her breasts pressing all the way onto him. "Surprise attack!" She shouted, which wasn't very loud at all. Giggling, Sophie began to squirm more, attempting to climb ontop of him, and force him down.

Unlike James, Jerold felt very little reason to to hide his appreciation of Sophie's body. When she slid down his athletic body, he was very appreciative of her feminine curves. Luckily, he had grown to have much more experience with women than his counterpart and did not have the instantaneous reaction. Still, Sophie was something else. When Sophie had been momentarily distracted by James again, Jerold took off, ready to cover his needed laps. After all, one did not stay athletic and hardbodied by sitting around.

Soon, the two were once again alone.

James was somewhat lost in thought and was unaware of Sophie as she closed in for her attack. It was like a cat attacking a dog when Sophie landed on top of him and began to try and force him under. He reached up, and turned, trying to gain control of the situation. He received a face full of nylon covered cleavage as he gasped for a breath of air as he was forced underneath the water. Under the water, he slipped down and out from underneath Sophie. He looked up at her floating form above him and grabbed her ankles. With a stiff tug, he pulled her under with him.

Sophie had awkwardly gotten a leg up onto his shoulder, her torso curving over his body, her hand reaching down to stabilize herself against his body, while the other pushed on his shoulder. Her nails would sharply scratch his skin. The cool water lapping at his wounds. And suddenly, splash! He was gone! Then splash! She was too. Her arms outstretched above her, legs kicking furiously! She wouldn't go down without a fight, until she looked down to him. It was peaceful here, beneath the water. Curling up, Sophie turned herself around, and swam towards James. Slowly levelling with his body, her hands came towards him. Gently they grazed his skin, thumbing over it as he had done to her moments before. Bringing her face in, she closed her eyes, and nuzzled it to his.

She was the little mermaid. In love with a prince she could never have.

James was ready to fight back under the water when Sophe swam towards him. Her approach and demeanor was different than what he had expected though and he relaxed against her touch. While no professional swimmer, James was more than capable of staying where he was as Sophie curled up against him. Unlike before, this was not nearly as charged, but just as intimate. His arms moved around her waist and he held her against him as she nuzzled her cheek against his. James lightly stroked Sophie's back as they lay suspended there. The water was cool against his skin, but he did not mind at all as he held a beautiful girl in his arms. Time seemd to come to a crawl and he stayed down until he was forced to go up for air. James did not release Sophie until they were near the surface. When he breached, James breathed in the cool, air deep into his lungs and did not gasp. Though he had nearly run out of air, he still felt calm and collected without a need to gasp for air.

Sophie took him by the pink, as they stayed here, treading water. She smiled to him sweetly!
She probably thinks of him as a brother any way.

She smiled to him, "Should we get to those laps? It looks like Jerold is beating us!"

James nodded, "Yeah, it does look like he got started without us!" The young man started off and in an attempt to catch up to Jerold. He knew Sophie would be right behind him.

***

The rest of the day had gone swimmingly well and soon everyone had left the school to their respective homes to do homework and prepare for the next day!

The next day itself went well too! Like all days, Sophie and James met before school then spent as much time as they could during school together. For now, at least, it seemed like nobody had seen their swimming earlier or if they had, nobody was saying anything! Now, though, it was friday and school was over! The party was that night, but before that there was football practice.

The practice had been going on for half an hour now. They hd started with warm ups and a long run to improve cardio. Per usual, James and Jerold were ahead of the pack and doing quite well. The two young men were taking a short break as they waited for the other players to catch up. Both were fully dressed in their pads and uniforms. Sweat clung to them as they drank chilled Gatorade in an attempt to cool down.

The afternoon had grown surprisingly hot. Wether it was from all the running, or watching the young men run, Sophie had changed into a white tshirt and shorts. Oh wait! Its because she was the water boy. Coach said that she could be after she had been to every single practice ever since she and James became friends, but she would have to suit up. Its not suitable for her to give out drinks in dresses, plus he wouldn't want them to get spoiled. Sophie didn't really mind though. Oh nope. From where she stood, everything was just peeeeachy!

Sophie was standing in-between her two friend, James and Jerold. They were like jelly and jam, both delicious that she couldn't choose between the two of them. But their rippling biceps, and emanating testosterone made it it impossible for her to move. She stood there, gazing up at them as they guzzled down cupfuls of Gatorade. Unknowingly dripping some onto her and her pretty little face. She winced, feeling a drop on her cheek. Her white shirt had wet patches from her struggling to carry the water container from the hose to the sitting area. She nearly spilled it all on herself! Not that anyone would mind. It had crossed the mind of a few players to dump that container of juice on her next time they win, then they could have an other prize. But that wouldn't fly, not with James.

She smiled up to them, holding up two new cups full for sports drink, "Thirsty?"

James gulped his drink quickly. He could feel the his body growing cooler under the chilling influence of the gatorade. Jerold, next to him, enjoyed his own beverage. Both of them kept an eye on the young woman between them. She was caught between the two fittest guys on the team.

"Okay, guys. Time for a scrimmage. Shirts and skins." The coach yelled out from his position mid field.

"Better not, Sophie. Too much gatorade isn't good for us." James explained and tugged his jersey up from his padded pants. The fabric seemed to resist coming off and clung to his skin and soon he stood before her shirtless. His chest heaved under the stressed breathing from the run and sweat trickled down from his neck. Jerold was right behind him. Almost as one, James and Jerold tossed their shirts onto the bench behind Sophie. To do so, they had to lean into her, effectively trapping the young woman between their hot, sweaty bodies. Soon, though, the two young men left her behind and jogged onto the field in order to get ready for the scrimmage.

The two young men were joined by half the team, all sans shirts and soon, the game was underway!

Sophie's face turned the brightest shade of pink that anybody had ever seen! One might think that she would be used to being around these two shirtless, but no! Not even in the slightest. Still blushing, she looked down to her feet, but she could feel them around her. The unforgettable musk which followed them around, mixing in with their deodorant. It made her squirm as she stood there. Sophie balled her fists, scrunching up her face a little. She nodded, "K-kay!" She stammered. It took a whole minute before she was able to move again! Her heart was thumping so much you would have thought she was running a marathon! Sophie decided to focus on cleaning up the bench area, folding the shirts and matching the padding up before placing them on the bench. Boy did she run a tidy ship! Now with nothing to do, she sat on the bench and watched on. Her cheeks turning red again. Boy, it was enticing to watch them run around after a ball.

The game went well for the shirts. That Jerold and James were on it swayed the game heavily in their favor. Each time James threw the ball, Jerold was there to make the catch and run it down the field. Even James' blockers were on their game and not a single defender got through to hurt their leader. The game ran for thirty minutes before it was called to an end and James had led his team to a thorough victory!

As they played, the young men on the field glistened under the hot sun. Sophie was not the only watcher though. Several young women decorated the stands, but Sophie had, by far, the best seat in the house. Several times James and Jerold ran past her and smiled or waved before going back to the game.

When the game was over, James and Jerold led the team over to the bench to get the gatorade that would no doubt be given to them by Sophie. She was quickly becoming a well loved member of the team!

James took his cup and nodded to her before sipping at the cooled liquid. "Thanks, Sophie. You're doing great here!"

Sophie watched as they ran about the field. She had an idea of what the plays were, but the more she watched of their forms running the ball, the less interested she was in the plays. She was left in a lulled state, blinking softly the half nude gods teased her. So many attractive men! No wonder she could never read any eroticas! Her face would be four times as dark. Blushing, she waved absent mindedly when James or Jerold would pay attention to her. Shinning gods. Each and everyone one of them a derivative of Apollo himself. She squirmed in her seat, feeling excited. Unconciously she licked her lips.

The play ended, and back to work Sophie went! She hustled about, pouring drinks and handing them out. She was quick on her feet, like she had been used to waiting on people all her life! Soon though, James took a second to thank her, but she was already preoccupied. Another runner, Vincent, sat shirtless in front of her. He had sun kissed skin, smooth locks of light brown hair, and aqua coloured eyes. He held the orange cup in his hands, groaning a little as Sophie massaged his back, "R-Right here...?" she questioned innocently, a little unsure of how to give a back massage.

Vincent grunted a little as she dug out a not, "Y-yeah, right there. Oh lord does it feel good!!"

Color James surprised! Where had Sophie learned to give a back massage? How had she grown the bravery to do it? Then again... she had certainly grown more brave and playful in the pool. Maybe this was just a natural progression from that? James looked at Jerold for but a moment and could not help the slight amount of disapproval that was in his eyes. After a few minutes of hearing Vincent groan, James had enough.

"okay, everyone. Great practice. Now, hit the showers!" James directed as he usually did at the end of a practice. There was no room in his demeanor for an argument and he looked about expectantly at the assembled team. It was Jerold who broke the silence. He whipped his towel at the closed player.

"You heard the QB. Let's go. We've got a party to get to tonight!" Slowly, the young men left. Jerold, for his part, nodded at James as they left. Vincent, though he left with the group, glared at James as he was shepherded away.

James would shower at home as he normally did when it was an afternoon practice. It was just easier for him and it normally gave him a few extra minutes of study time in the night if he needed it. He did not leave immediately though and simply sat on the bench next to his gear and looked out over the field for a moment before turning to Sophie. "Good work out here today. The team appreciates it, you know."

As he spoke, James stretched his throwing arm a bit as a means to help with cooldown. It would do no good to get a cramp now!

Her hands worked methodically, pushing the muscle up and out with her thumb, her other finger dragging the flesh back down in a soothing stroke. Again and again they combed the knots out. She was used to massaging the elderly at her church and of course, her parents. Never in a sexual way though. Only ever in a way to heal! She wore a small smile as he paid her pretty comments—her hands felt so nice, how good she was, etc. But soon James gave his word, and she patted Vincent not the shoulder. He stood up and left, Sophie simply waved good bye. She then got back to work—picking up glasses and water bottles to be cleaned up or tossed out, with any other garbage. It was her job after all to tidy up. She smiled sweetly, hearing James praise her, "Thank you James," She said softly, pressing a cool wet cloth to the back of his neck.

James hardly moved as he felt her press the cool cloth against his neck. It fell between his shoulder blades and dripped down his spine. The effect was enough to make him shiver slightly under her touch.

"You're very welcome." he managed just a moment later and leaned back just a bit into the cloth. It was subconscious, really!