Jack Adventures Chapter 1 Leah - Sex Stories

Jack Adventures Chapter 1 Leah

... Leah was. He was a year older and was top of his class in school and attended church every week as well as volunteering to be a member of the child care staff at the church for the second service. His boyfriend resume seemed perfect. Carl and Leah had only been dating for a month or so since her 15th birthday but they seemed destined to marry. After lunch and my small birthday party on the 4th day I walked out to the small back yard and sat on the old wooden swing set expecting to wonder the next few hours away watching the bees and butterflies over the flowers and maybe entertaining some dirty fantasies about Morgan, I was surprised to find Leah and Pepé following me. “Happy birthday!” her voice was soft but not quite. I could feel my heart jump a little. “Thanks, happy birthday to you too a little late” “I made you a present, I saw you drawing the other day and wanted to give you one of my own.” She handed me a folded over piece of drawing paper, inside was a drawing of a horse at a trot. The drawing was good but had obvious flaws, the legs were too short and the head was slightly too large. It made me feel better knowing she wasn’t perfect at everything. “ I love it! Its very good. Do you like horses? Leah’s face glowed with ether the confirmation of her drawing or the mention of horses. It was unclear but she began telling me everything I never wanted to know about horses. I didn’t care though I was happy to have her talking to me, being able to freely stare at her ...

... beautiful tan face was enough for me. We talked for several hours until Carl pulled into the narrow drive. “Your boyfriend is here.” I said with what I hoped was a note of annoyance in my voice. “He sure seems perfect for you” She chuckled slightly, and the downward note at the end gave me the since that she didn’t think he was perfect for her at all. She recovered quickly though said good bye and jogged to him and gave him a hug. They left and went to see the newest chick flick, leaving me a Pepé in the back yard. When she arrived home that evening she sought me out. I had found a secluded corner in the family’s computer room and was rushing the finishing touches on a drawing I was doing for Leah. She hoped into the room with excitement. I watched as her small but beautiful breasts bounced slightly under her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a braw so I could just barely make the outline of a nipple before I looked away hoping not to be caught. “I have a present for you.” I said timidly trying to sound confident but failing. I handed her the drawing. I had taken a school photo of Leah from the living room and recreated it in black and white. She stared at the drawing for a long time without saying a word, my panic rising with every silent second. I saw small drops forming in the corners of her eyes and saw my own doom. I imagined her bursting into tears and screaming as she through the drawing at me. The insuring calamity would be just as nightmarish as the dirtiest war zones. “This is ...