Summertime Loving

The steamy bathroom revealed a mesmerizing scene—Jenny stood naked under the warm shower, her body illuminated by the soft, cascading water. The soap bubbles clung to her skin, creating a shimmering glow that accentuated her porcelain-like complexion. Her damp, chestnut hair fell in silky waves around her shoulders, enhancing her ethereal beauty.

Travis couldn't help but notice how Jenny's wet hair clung to her skin, emphasizing her graceful features and adding a touch of mystery to her allure.

"Even though she's a bitch, she's a good-looking bitch," he thought.

He watched in silent fascination as she moved, her movements graceful and fluid as she washed herself.

Abruptly, Jenny's eyes snapped open and locked onto Travis's gaze through the gap in the door. Fury flared in her eyes as she realized she was being watched, her expression twisting into a mix of anger and embarrassment.

"You fucker!" she shouted. In a swift motion, she stepped out of the shower, her wet feet slipping on the slick tiles beneath her.

Travis was quick to react, rushing into the bathroom to catch Jenny as she stumbled, his arms wrapping around her to prevent her from falling. The sudden closeness between them sent a jolt of electricity through the air, their breaths mingling as they stood locked in a moment of unexpected intimacy and tension. A sharp intake of breath filled the room as they both processed the sudden turn of events, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of emotions.

"Man, that was a close one," Travis remarked as he wiped his sweat. Jenny's eyes widened in shock, not from the near fall, but from Travis managing to catch her in time. However, as she processed the situation and noticed Travis's hand resting on her breast, her expression turned to anger.

Travis couldn't resist giving a quick squeeze before darting out of the bathroom.

"You pervert!" Jenny shouted in frustration, but Travis had already made a swift exit and headed downstairs.

"Man, that was nice," Travis thought to himself, a smirk playing on his lips.

After a few minutes, she left the bathroom. So Travis hurriedly went in and showered. When he was done, he got changed in his room, then went downstairs a few minutes, she left the bathroom. So Travis hurriedly went in and showered. When he was done he got changed in his room then went downstairs to meet his wonderful mother.

He found her cleaning the living room. He approached her and tapped her shoulder, making her spring in shock. But when she saw that it was Travis, a smile bloomed on her face.

"Don't scare me like that," she said as she giggled a bit.

"Couldn't resist. By the way, I noticed how tall the grass has grown. I'm thinking of cutting it later on," he said.

"What? That's new of you. What made you want to do that?" she asked, interested.

"I mean, you always work hard cleaning the house, cooking us meals. I thought maybe I could also help you with some things, so I decided to mow the lawn," he said.

Debbie smiled and tiptoed as she kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you so much, sweetie. Don't tell Jenny this, but you're my favorite," she said.

Travis smiled and said, "I mean, that's not surprising. I should get to school now," he said.

"Oh, you're not eating today?" she asked.

"I'll eat some cereal. You don't have to worry," he said and walked past her. Travis had a nice warm bowl of cereal, then returned upstairs to get his bag.

"Time to go to school," he thought.

Travis made a quick stop at the mall, where he picked up a new pair of headphones and a sleek camera, both of which he had been eyeing for a while. Afterward, he headed toward school, feeling satisfied with his purchases.

Now standing at the school's entrance, Travis paused for a moment. Just as he was about to step inside, Mrs. Smith emerged from the doors, her face set in a stern, unyielding frown. His mind raced—what could have possibly made her upset? He hadn't done anything wrong, or at least, so he thought.

"Travis, you're late," she stated, her voice sharp and disapproving.

Travis quickly checked his phone, realizing he was just a minute behind schedule. Lifting his head to meet her cold, piercing gaze, he felt the weight of her frustration. With a quiet sigh, he braced himself for what was sure to be an unpleasant conversation.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Smith. I won't do it again," he muttered, his voice flat and indifferent. The lack of emotion in his apology only deepened the frown on her face. She marched down the stairs, stopping on the first step, which gave her the advantage of towering over Travis, her frustration evident.

"I don't think you're sorry at all," she snapped, her tone icy. "But don't worry—after I'm done with you, you will be."

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed his hand and tugged him forward. Travis knew better than to resist—fighting back would only escalate things. Reluctantly, he followed her, his heart sinking as they climbed the stairs to the third floor. Once inside her office, she shoved him into the chair with a forceful push.

"You see, Travis," she began, her voice calmer but still authoritative, "this school takes its rules very seriously. Punctuality is no exception. Even being a minute late is unacceptable. As the head of this institution, it's my job to make sure you understand that." She leaned in slightly.

"So, I'll be assigning you a punishment. Come to my office after hours, and we'll discuss it further. Understood?"

Travis nodded, the weight of the situation settling on him. To his surprise, Mrs. Smith's lips curled into a smile—a sight he had never seen before, not even in the game. It sent a chill down his spine. Today was shaping up to be the worst day of his life.

"You may leave now," Mrs. Smith said, her voice firm and final.

Travis stood up from the chair, walking past her without a word. As he stepped out of the office, he paused in the hallway, replaying the events in his head. He wasn't sure what had just happened or why it escalated so quickly, but there was no point in dwelling on it. With a shrug, he made his way downstairs, heading for his registration class.

"Travis, you made it. Take your seat, I'm marking the register," Ms. Bissette said, her tone calm and routine. He nodded and moved to his desk, sliding into his seat.

"Travis, you good?" Eve's voice came from beside him, her face tinged with concern.

"I'm great," he said with a small smile, brushing off the earlier incident. "Oh, sorry for not pulling up yesterday. I got caught up with something. Hey, why don't you take my number so you can check if I'm coming or not next time?"

"Yeah, that'll make things easier," she agreed, handing him her phone. "Here, put yours in, and I'll put mine in yours."

They exchanged phones, saving each other's numbers, and handed them back with satisfied smiles.

"Now tell me, Eve," Travis leaned in slightly, a grin spreading across his face, "are you ready for the new *Dragon Ball Daima* anime?"

Eve's eyes lit up, and she giggled with excitement. "Of course I am!"

"Good. Why don't you come over to my place, and we'll watch it together?" he suggested.

"Sure," she agreed without hesitation, her smile growing wider.

As they chatted, completely engrossed in their conversation, two girls from across the room—Mia and Judith—watched them closely. Both couldn't help but notice the connection between Travis and Eve.

"They're so close. I'm honestly jealous," both girls thought, a hint of envy flickering in their minds.

TO BE CONTINUED