Vector: Chapter Two - Sex Stories

Vector: Chapter Two

My alarm clock sounded. I rolled clumsily out of bed and dropped a fist on top of the "off" button. Rubbing my eyes, I yawned and stumbled over to my dresser. I pulled out some boxers, shorts, a belt, and a t-shirt with three buttons on the front. Halfway through pulling my shorts on, I remembered that I had to talk to Sara. I groaned and kept dressing after checking my phone to see that she still hadn't responded. The smell of pancakes filled the air, drawing me downstairs. "Hey, bud." My dad said, briefly looking up from the griddle in front of him to gesture that I should sit down at one of the tall chairs behind the kitchen counter. He slid a glass of orange juice over to me and I grimaced in anticipation of the combination of the juice with my toothpaste. I choked down a few sips before the bitter taste went away, just in time for some pancakes to slide over and accompany my juice. "Thanks." I said, cutting a huge piece of pancake with my fork and shoveling it into my mouth. "Mhmm," My dad acknowledged, "I haven't cooked breakfast in a while, so I figured 'why not'?" Then, my mom came sleepily from their bedroom. "Oh, you made breakfast?" She asked my dad, smiling broadly. "It's been a while." He repeated, returning her smile. She walked up and hugged him, craning her neck up to kiss him briefly. I made a disgusted noise and turned away. "What?" My dad laughed at my discomfort, turning toward me and putting his hand on my mom's hip. "You should be happy that your ...

... parents are in lo-ove." He stretched out the "o" in "love" to be even more annoying. "Blech." I responded. "What?" My mom asked. "You afraid of cooties or something?" "Good god, mom," I sighed, "I'm not eight." "Speaking of 'eight'," my dad continued, "shouldn't you be going soon?" "Dad, two things. One, that was the worst segue I've ever heard. Two, it's 7:45, so I don't have to leave for a while." He harrumphed. "I thought it was an excellent segue. Didn't you, dear?" He looked at my mom. "Of course, sweetie." She responded diplomatically. I finished my pancakes and went to put away my dishes, but stopped suddenly. "Wait." I said, thinking of Sara's mysterious texts. "I just remembered that I have to get there a few minutes early today for history. I'm gonna get my stuff." My parents looked confused, but I ignored them. Hoping that Eric would be ready, I shot him a text saying that I would be on my way soon and that he'd better get his ass out of bed. I grabbed my backpack and soccer bag and rushed to the door. "Thanks for breakfast love ya bye!" I said, clambering into my car and tossing my things into the backseat. My parents followed me into the garage and waved as I drove off to Eric's house. It took me about five minutes to get there. Eric was waiting on his porch swing, like he usually did in the warm months. "What's the big rush?" He asked, dropping into the passenger seat. I paused for a second to watch the road while I pulled onto the main road from his neighborhood's ...