All Good Things pt. 1 - Sex Stories

All Good Things pt. 1

All Good Things Disclaimer: This portion of the story contains little intimate action, and is to serve more as a platform for future stories. However, future stories will include sexual relations between family members, and non. It will include: Incest, m/f, m/ff, f/f, oral, anal, and maybe others. I would appreciate feedback on format, story line, and anything else you want to comment on. ____________________ When I first saw Kaylee, my jaw must have dropped halfway to the floor. On my first day of my freshman year, and my last class of the day, she walked through the door while I was preparing for class. The class was foreign language, and I had chosen French as my older brother had told me that French is where all the cute girls are. But Kaylee wasn’t just cute, she was beautiful. The class was rather full, as it was one of only two freshman French classes during the day, and because Kaylee had come in a little late, there were only two seats left open in the classroom, and by what I can describe as nothing other than sheer dumb luck she chose the seat right next to mine. “Vous devez être Miss Holt. S'il vous plaît essayer d'être à l'heure en classe.” Our teacher says. The whole class goes quiet, and other than the air conditioning buzzing in the back of the room, there was no response. “I mean, I assume that you are Miss Holt, Kaylee Holt.” He pauses for just a moment, long enough for Kaylee to feel the heat of the class staring at her. He finishes, “You’re late to ...

... class, and you must know that tardiness will not be accepted in my classroom.” Kaylee is visibly uncomfortable with the attention, “I’m sorry, it wont happen again.” The teacher turns back to the board and continues his introduction I introduce myself to her, and and we participate in all of the first day of class introduction bullshit. When the final bell rings, and we’re leaving the class, I catch up to her, ask for her phone number, and promise to text her later. The whole way to my locker my head was spinning, then my walk out to my bus I am floating above the ground, and the whole bus ride home goes in slow-motion. Simply meeting this wonderful girl has me giddy as a choir girl. But as soon as I step through my front door, my bubble is burst. Of course she would, she always does, my little sister with her crappy tween pop playing loudly from the living room. I try to ignore it, and go straight to my room, but even with my door closed I can still hear the music playing through the house. I step out into the hall, “Annie, turn that crap off!” I yell at my sister, but the lack of her response, and failure to comply tell me she didn’t even hear me. “I swear, Annie, if you don’t turn that off I’m going to smash your iPod!” Still no response, still no compliance. I walk down the hall and into the living room. That little brat, she’s not even in here. I turn off the stereo, and the music stops abruptly. “Hey! MOOOOOOOM!!” My sister yells from the other room, she comes storming in, ...