Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... teacher, Mr. Whittleton, left the room, Abe busted out the champagne. “Go team!” he chanted, opening the bottle ceremoniously. Drew, Raven and Harmony all cheered, while Greg twirled a finger above him sarcastically, not turning around from his computer.

Raven was a cool guy, if a little misunderstood. He wasn’t really good at… anything involving media, but he was also 5’3 and a boy, so where else was he going to go? He had everything going for him to be trendy at Hazelwood – mixed-race, good fashion sense, visible abs – but not height. Poor guy.

Harmony was your typical nerdy-looking girl. Not like, “ooh, she’s

nerdy

” nerdy like dumb boys drool about, but like, actually nerdy. A full lisp to her voice, thick glasses, one eye that always looked in a slightly different direction, and all the crippling insecurities and self-doubt that came from boys repeatedly bullying her about those things over the years. In here, she was confident, and it was actually kind of a shame. When she was confident, she actually had some pretty good charisma, and probably could have found some cute boy to date, but, well, her options were kind of limited here.

I’m not saying the guys here were

undateable

, but it wasn’t like they were nice guys that happened to look weird. Abe liked proving people wrong, Drew had an ‘um actually’ problem, Raven was like most blank-slate trying-to-be-popular guys –

boring

– and Greg thought he would lose street cred by actually taking ...

... interest or something. We knew he cared deep down, but Greg had this habit of only ever talking to people to make a joke at their expense or something. It actually kind of sucked that he was the best-looking out of all of us, because he could have actually done something with that. Instead, he always set out to neg people or rib them or whatever. The end result was that over time, you’d push back, and then Greg would point out, in front of everyone, how “defensive” you were. Ugh. Nobody but me actually insulted him back, but hilariously, Greg would defend himself with this faux chuckle every time someone

did

hit him back. Like it was so funny that someone was attempting to do what he did to

him

. He had the thinnest skin I’d ever seen on a guy. In small doses though, he was funny and even kind of sweet, and actually good intentions. So I only ever allowed myself to experience him in small doses.

We quickly gave out plastic cups to everyone – even Greg – and poured the champagne. It wasn’t real champagne, just some alcohol-free sparkling beverage. We weren’t stupid enough to have alcohol out in a classroom. We did this kind of celebration all the time – the last time was when Drew got his driver’s license. We were a family. We liked celebrating things together.

After drinking and celebrating, most of the Media Gang just went back to work, although Harmony and I got to talking.

“Tho what’th your firtht video going to be?”

I smirked. “I mean, I already have ...