High School Lust - Marisa’s Discovery: Part 1 - Sex Stories

High School Lust - Marisa’s Discovery: Part 1

High School Lust - Marisa’s Discovery: Part 1 This is my first attempt at writing this type of story so any constructive criticism and suggestions would be helpful but please keep it friendly (Please note I am from the UK so some words may vary from the US spelling and/or phrasing) . I will use scenes to break this part up into sections to make it easier to navigate for those who wish to read certain scenes. I am unsure of what the rules are regarding the ages (UK Law is 16 for age of consent) of the characters in stories so if someone could please inform me on the comments, that would be great. My stories won’t be extremely long but there will be many Parts which will include new, exciting themes. This is Part 1 of a series of stories, there won’t be vaginal or anal sex in this part as I don’t want to rush it but there will in the future. Scene Titles: 1 - Jason’s Dream Girl (Intro) 2 - Walking home 3 - Make yourself at home 4 - Discovery 5 - See you at school (Conclusion) Jason‘s Dream Girl There she is, the most beautiful girl in the school, Marisa Alesi. Her long, brown hair flows down her back, resting just above her waist, you could look into her chocolate brown eyes for hours and never get bored. Her skin has no imperfections, not even a freckle, her olive complexion is just one of the characteristics she has from her Italian ancestors. Jason admires her from across the playing field as she practices her cheerleading in her small black cotton shorts which accentuate ...

... her long, slender legs and rounded little bubble butt that he has often fantasised over. He looks up her legs to her torso, her white sports sport’s bra pushing up her firm yet soft looking 32C breasts, creating a lovely cleavage that would make any man -or woman- stare. She is stood at around 5 foot 6” and has a flat stomach and thin waist with medium sized hips which give her amazing curves. He bites his lip as he watches her throwing her arms in the air in routine with the other girls, however, his stare is broken when someone calls his name; “Jason!” and makes him turn his head, the football coming straight for him, he takes a touch with his chest and brings it down to his feet, taking it past his first opponent and then the nearest defender, cutting inside and striking it hard. The ball flies through the air and rattles the crossbar before bouncing into the net, putting his team ahead but it is only training. Walking Home Jason has had a shower in the changing room and changed into a fresh pair of white shorts and a black t-shirt, he grabs his large gym bag and his school bag, putting them both on and heading out to walk home. He exit’s the front door, glancing back to see Marisa just behind him, he holds open the door like a gentleman. She smiles at him, her white teeth sparkling at him, he runs his fingers through his dark brown, almost black hair; grooming himself. “Thank you Jason” Marisa says, her voice sweet, innocent and pure - there is not a single thing bad about ...