Changing Pt. 1 - Sex Stories

Changing Pt. 1

This is my first full length erotic story. If it is well received I will add more parts to it. Part 1: The drug that started it. It was the end of the school day... December 22nd... The start of winter break. I came from my classes, carrying my khaki messenger bag stuffed of school books, pens, pencils, etc. Within no time at all, one of the usual... nuisances of my school day came to my side, like me, the boy was a senior, John was his name... he stood 6 feet and 2 inches tall, his shaggy brown hair fell into his eyes, though today he had it all stuffed into a flat brimmed hat with a psychedelic pattern that covered the surface area of the hat. John had somewhat tanned skin and hazel eyes as well as a slim figure. He had dressed himself in a v-neck, green t-shirt, a pair of snugly fitting blue jeans, his usual black shoes, and a zip up brown hooded jacket. He placed a hand on my shoulder and stepped up to my side before speaking in a noisy voice. "Why are you rushing? Trying to run away from me?" He chuckled before breathing into his palms, the air filling with a cloud of warm vapor from the heat contacting the frozen air. "Brr... Fucking cold..." He complained. "Why wouldn't I try to get away from you..." I murmured to myself, turning my gaze to the ground as I turned to walk through the school's wire fence, around the back. It was the route I usually took, the route that would lead off to a busy road that led into downtown. The road had shops and food places on both sides ...

... that were popular locations to visit. I ignored the other students that we walked passed as they were all standing around, smoking, bullshitting. "Hey, I'm coming over tonight just so you know!" John leaned on my shoulder. "Who says...?" "Me!" I sighed. I wouldn't bother to fight him, since he wasn't someone i'd win in an argument with. I wish I could say that the rest of the walk was silent, but John went on about.... whatever the hell it was that he was talking about. I simply reached into my bag and buried my face into a book as we walked. I was used to walking while reading... I could watch the ground and I knew my way home.... We finally made it to my home... more like my apartment... My only parent, my mom, was away on business until the 30th, so it'd only be John and myself for the evening... I unlocked the door, swinging the painted door open for John and myself to enter the living room. The apartment was fairly simple, white paint on the walls... a blue couch, a single Television set with cable box, 4 TV trays that we ate at, a small kitchen, 2 rooms, and a single bathroom. My room was in the far back, my mother's the master bedroom on the right. I set my messenger bag down on the single couch then walked back into my room where the walls were painted blue, my queen sized bed in the back right corner, covered with a blue comforter, the bed facing a small TV on the back left side of the room, and a laptop on a TV tray sat next to my bed. I then sat on the bed and laid ...