'Little s*s' chapter 10 - Sex Stories

'Little s*s' chapter 10

... been in the same classes since sixth grade and we watched each other grow up. I was honest with her. The only reason he agreed to fuck me was because we knew each other that long. That information seemed to irritate her. She said ‘don’t be a pussy. Just text him.’ Then she hung up. I was kind of heated about her attitude. I scrolled down to the cable man entry and typed ‘are you busy?’ He immediately responded with ‘I’m never too busy for you.’ I got so giggly. I quickly typed ‘I don’t want to sound too forward but do you want to come over?’ He responded ‘I’d love too.’ Then I had to sound like such a little girl. I asked him to call me. When I got him on the phone I asked him if he knew where Jason lived. He said sure. I asked him if he would park at our pool and walk a few blocks to my house because I live a few houses down from Jason. He responded ‘I don’t want to get you in trouble with your parents.’ I told him ‘my room has a sliding glass door and people sneak in all the time. My parents sl**p like the dead. And they would probably be happy to catch me with a boy in my room if it did happen. I think they fear I’m gay.’ He laughed. I told him that I was dead serious. I reminded him I was an eighteen year old girl that never had a boyfriend. He said ‘After this morning I am living proof you’re totally not gay.’ I said ‘then come over.’ He told me to give him ten minutes to shower that he just got done swimming laps. I told him I could wait that long. Before he hung up ...

... he said ‘I’m pretty sure we can get your cable back on.’ Then I sort of had a mini panic fest. I had no choice but to jump in the shower to comb out my bedhead. I had no idea what to wear. I was a nervous wreck. I decided to wear a really plain black beach dress with a built in bra and a matching black g-string. I made up my bed and shoveled all my laundry in the closet. He was quick. He lightly tapped on my door. I pulled back my curtain and nearly melted seeing his grin and what he was wearing. I opened the door obviously nervous. He looked so fucking sexy. He wasn’t dressed the way he did for school. He had on a cheap black wife-beater and this sexy pair of baggy jeans with one ripped up knee. At school he was Mr. GQ usually wearing a polo shirt and jeans that fit. Standing in my bedroom he looked ultra-stylish. His hair was wet from his shower. His skin was super tan but not leathery. You could tell he was a bit scruffy and he needed to shave. He could tell I was appraising him. He said ‘I must look pretty rough. You’re used to seeing me in my preppy uniform.’ I was honest. I told him ‘damn you look way hotter in a black wife-beater, beat up jeans and flip-flops.’ He laughed and said ‘Really? This is how I always look when I’m not in school.’ I asked him why he dressed so preppy at school. His response was pretty cute. ‘My mom makes me dress like a business man. She would kill me if she knew I let a hot chick see me in ripped jeans and a tank-top. He ran his hand over his ...