Keeping A Promise by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Keeping A Promise by loyalsock

... and his team had beaten the team at her school several times. He was also supposed to be the baddest boy in town. He lived in the ghetto with his widowed mother, and she had heard rumors about how he supported his mother and two younger s****rs. The s****rs always came to the games with him. He was tall and dark-haired, with dark, passionate-looking eyes. He sat, grinning on the couch, in his jockey shorts, as Rachael introduced him. "He's one of Richard's friends. He's agreed to go to the prom with you." Jennifer got scared. Rachael told her everything, and she knew that Rachael frequently went to parties with Richard, where all the girls and boys mixed it up. Jennifer thought it was marvelous and the stories always made her cunt cream wildly, but she didn't want to be part of such a scene, and she certainly didn't want to get fucked for the sake of a dance -- not after she had promised her mother, and not when she had her b*****r to fulfill her sexual needs. Billy and she had made a pact that Billy and she would have all the dates they wanted, but Billy would service Jennifer's sexual needs until she was sixteen and could start to have sex herself. Jennifer felt honor-bound to the arrangement, peculiar as it might seem to some people. She got very angry with Rachael. "I don't like this!" she exclaimed. "I don't like it at all." "Where are you going?" Rachael screamed, grabbing Jennifer's arm, as she was about to go out of the door. "I'm going home!" Jennifer said, pulling ...

... away from Rachael. "After I got you a date?" "I'm not going to be a whore just to go to a dance!" Jennifer exclaimed hotly. "And that's exactly what you're asking me to do. The whole school knows that only girls who have had their cherries popped get to go to the prom." "I asked Richard, as a personal favor, to bring a friend here, so you could get to the dance," Rachael said, looking aggrieved. "I think that was very nice of you, but you didn't consult me first," Jennifer said. The sound of George's laughter arrested both girls. "I don't know what you think is so funny, man. You've been done out of some ass," Richard said to his friend. He walked behind Rachael, and right in front of Jennifer he began to massage her tits. "We were thinking of a little get-together, but if you're chicken...!" "All right! All right! I'm chicken! I'm chicken because I tell my mother where I'm going, and I'm chicken because I promised her I wouldn't sl**p with any of the boys in school until I was sixteen. So I'm chicken!" Jennifer started to storm out of the house again, but she was grabbed. She swung, alarmed at the grip on her wrist. It was George who was holding her this time. "You don't have to go," he said. "If you promised your mother you wouldn't have sex til1 you were eightteen, I don't think you're chicken for keeping your word." His voice was quiet. "I'm sorry I got you into this, man," Richard said. Rachael's robe now hung open, revealing all her luscious delicacies. Rachael didn't ...