Meet The Andrews Part 1 - Sex Stories

Meet The Andrews Part 1

... adding some sugar and milk before tasting and looking at it contentedly. “Well, Price...” “Jaden, please,” I say softly. She shifts back, “Jaden then. Why don't we begin with how me and James first met. I’m sure he'll come out as soon as I start talking.” She smirks in her cup before setting it down. I grab my pen and paper. Let’s begin. Chapter Two: First Day I wake up that morning in the passenger side of Mikey's Tesla. Mikey, one of the hottest guys in the town. He's smart, attractive and bisexual—everyone was fair game for him. I look out the window and see our sad, stupid school, Millwood High. I groan, “Fuck. Why do we have to go? Can’t we just skip and lay at home all day?” I turn to him as he parks his car with the rest of the seniors. “No.” He turns to me, his caramel eyes looking at me, stern like a father. “You need an education, even if you want to be a famous rockstar, you need to be able to properly talk to people and be able to convey your ideas without cursing of using slang. Besides,” he reaches his hand to my stomach, “You could honestly tone more.” He winks, as I look at him half shocked, half whatever. As I sit up and watch, the new homecoming couple walks past the car looking perfect. Ew. I roll my eyes as Mikey licks his lips. “Mmm, those two were amazing on Homecoming Friday.” I look at him amused, “Really, both?” I start to open up the door, “Hell Yeah! He’s a fucking stud and she...” He kisses his fingers. “Almost as good as you.” He winks at me ...

... making me roll my eyes again and close the door. I look up at the school annoyed. "Well, another day to sulk and not have fun." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mike sits up on the couch, “I don't remember saying she was good.” She looks over at him, “Would you like to tell the story of how you fucked both of them and then decided to brag on Instagram about how you did?” I can’t help but giggle softly as Mike looks at me before shrugging and lying back down. “Now, lets go to meeting my husband. I’m sure that's more interesting than talking about Mikey,” she giggles, “but, it does give you a sense of what I get to deal with.” ************************************************************************************* As I walk through the halls, it seems like everyone is dying. Couples kissing for dear life between classes, while others are comparing their outfits and stealing off homework for the next class. I walk past them all keeping a neutral face, but inside I feel a deep pit of envy and loneliness. I walk into my last period class—physics. Fuck math. When am I going to need to calculate the speed of a ball rolling? I take my seat in the back of the room wanting to sleep the period off. As I sit, I see all the jocks and nerds come in, as well as the hot, dumbass Steven. Steven is our star lacrosse player. He’s around 5’8 and has a muscular build and broad shoulders, along with a devilish black goatee. ...