Kinky Vanilla: Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Kinky Vanilla: Chapter 4

... -ill hold you to it -ok im not THAT sure but what else are you gonna do -idk -so just ask him chill with us on sat and ask him out then -uve never even had a gf b4 why am i getting advice from u -hey that hurts ask troy then hell say the same thing -k -actually you should ask jensen -lol no! Every Saturday Jensen, Marco, a couple of other guys that didn't go to our school, and I hung out at Troy's house and played video games and threw a frisbee around. Tanya and Jill used to come pretty regularly too, but not for the last few months. Not since the incident. I don't want to go into detail but basically Saturdays are a super guy-heavy environment and the last time the girls came over some shit went down with a carton of eggs, a garden hose, and a neighbour's cat. Later that night I was a couple hours deep into a poker session when I found myself yawning so much I was tearing up. This was usually a red flag for me because not playing my A game seriously affected my winrate and I knew any sign that I wasn't at my absolute best meant my winrate could tank to the point of spewing, so it was time to call it a night. This night I kept playing, thinking about how much value I lost by not playing the last two nights. Let's see. I usually try to get in 16 hours a week and the last two days I should've played 4 hours each but I ended up cumming with Cammi instead. So that's 8 hours lost and another 2 if I go to bed right now. I beat 200nl at 5bb/100 and 8table at roughly 700 hands per ...

... hour so I've already lost $560 expected this week and I'll lose another $140 expected if I go to bed now. So I'm basically paying $700 for sex. Ugh, I'm losing so much value already. I'll be down even more for what? So I can have a little more energy with Cammi tomorrow? But dude, it's so fucking worth it. Oh my God I know. And tomorrow night I wanna hit every base on the diamond several times with Cammi so...yeah fuck it let's call it a night. I finished up my ongoing hands, sat out of all my tables, and shut down. Calling it an early night was the best decision I ever made. I woke up feeling like a million bucks. I actually heard the birds chirping and liked it. I actually saw the rising sun and appreciated it. I actually had a shower. Is this what it's like to get a good night's sleep? Between late night poker sessions, procrastination, and just general bad self-discipline, I hadn't had a sleep like that during the school year in ages. And to think, all it took to get myself to sleep right is promised sex with my 13 year old sister. School took an eternity. Not only was it a Friday, but I was itching for night to come so I could too. Preferably all over Cammi. And if everything went the way I'd hoped, maybe I could make her cum a few times too. At one point during English class I was literally trembling with anticipation. It felt like time was passing at half speed and still slowing. Lunch came the next week. Troy must have told Jill the same thing I did, because Jill was ...