Kinky Vanilla: Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Kinky Vanilla: Chapter 4

... than half the sleep I usually did in the last 48 hours, and I had P.E. that day. I started drifting off at lunch again when I felt something lightly touch my upper lip and I jumped with a start. “I swear to shit if you put more straws up my nose!” I exclaimed. My friends all burst out laughing. Jensen, the cheeky fucker who had just tried to put a straw up my nose quickly whipped his hands behind his back and turned away and started whistling. “Toldja you shoulda let me do it again,” Troy said. Troy Salinger was probably my best bud, and one of the few friends I considered close and sometimes mature enough to talk about serious stuff. His wit was sharp and so was his tongue, and he was just as nimble physically as he was mentally. He was the kind of guy that somehow knows everything, has been everywhere, and always gets what he wants. “Or,” I said, “you could let me sleep in peace and like, not put shit up my nose.” “Yeah, that’s not happening,” Jensen said. Jensen Torp was basically the opposite of Troy, apart from also being white. He was the biggest stereotype of all my friends, being a jock in every sense of the word. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, he was built like a fridge with legs, and his language and humour were pretty crude. He wasn't an asshole by any means, he just liked to have a good time. He could keep a secret, but I wouldn't have trusted him with my feelings. “Why are you so sleepy?” Jill asked. Jill Flores was the most reserved out of all of us, ...

... the result of being raised by very traditional and religious Filipino parents. Her dad wasn't quite as strict with her as my dad was with Cammi, but she was still much more sheltered than the rest of our little clique. It showed in her demeanor too; she rarely showed intense emotions or pushed her agendas or desires. She had a really strong conscience and didn't appreciate the guys' vulgarity too much, but she was great and responsible fun. “Too much poker,” I lied. “More like making plans to steal Grace before Jensen can get her,” Troy said. I let out a single loud “HAH” before I retorted, “Yeah right.” “Damn straight ‘yeah right,’” Jensen said, “she’s all mine, bro.” “Ugh,” Jill said with disgust, “what do you even see in her?” “Tits,” Marco replied flatly. Jill shook her head wryly. Marco Kitano was the apple of Jill's eye, which everyone knew except Marco himself. He didn't flap his mouth nearly as much as the rest of us, not because he was serious and brooding but because he had really dry humour and was generally kind of stoic. Although he was Asian he was pretty damn tall, and he got a lot of looks from girls, which he either didn't notice or didn't care about. The tall, dark, and handsome role suited him well. “Too bad you got no chance,” Tanya said to Jensen. Tanya Flanders's tongue was even sharper than Troy's, and not in the lighthearted way. She was a genius and she knew it, but she could be a little pretentious and often rubbed strangers the wrong way. She was the ...