Good Girls: New year, new problems - Sex Stories

Good Girls: New year, new problems

... around, confused, but finally continued the roll. She went through the usual first day stuff and Kyle ignored most of it. It was going to be the same throughout the day, all dull and boring shit he didn’t want to do. Finally the bell rang and he put his book back into his messenger bag. He heard someone walk up and looked up just as Hannah plopped herself down on the desk, glaring at him and looking him up and down. Hannah Vandren had moved to town fifteen years ago, and the two had been friends since second grade. She’d always seemed a bit odd, and so had he. People had let them keep to themselves, though Hannah actually made a lot of friends other than him. Sophomore year, she’d changed. He’d watched her change for years and slowly felt emotions boiling in his gut, but that year everything had changed. She’d grown a bit, putting her at 5’6”, and she’d filled out. She stopped cheerleading and started working out for herself, though she never told him why. The girl in front of him was the result. Her long black hair ran straight down her back and her tiny frame was strong and lithe. Her green eyes glittered like emeralds and her lips were pursed in a frown. Her legs stretched down from the desk, sexy as all hell in her dress. She had taken his mother’s philosophy of dressing up on important days to heart, and Kyle had never complained. She was dressed in a blue dress that hugged her curvy frame and cut in the midriff, exposing her stomach behind a lighter, slightly opaque, ...

... blue and a pair of heelless slippers that sparkled the same deep shade as her dress. Just looking at her made Kyle’s heart leap in his chest. “You’re… different.” Her tone made him cringe. “I thought it would be funny… you’re mad aren’t you?” “Well you could have said something… and what happened to dressing up? Did your mom throw a fit?” “No, she wanted me to dress myself today… it was weird. I had already dressed up and then… well, it was a weird morning. I thought you’d recognize me, at least… I’m not that different.” Her eyebrows rose. “Stand up.” he grimaced and stood up, throwing his bag over his shoulder. She walked around him like a mother, or maybe an airport security guard. “You’re different. VERY different.” Kyle watched her walk back to her desk, grab her backpack, and walk out with a hurt expression on his face. He sighed and went after her at a jog. I forgot how blunt she gets when she’s angry… next time I need to be quicker about letting her know this stuff. Maybe if it hadn’t been during school… He dodged through the crowd, apologizing as he jumped around people. Finally he caught up to her, and she refused to look at him. “Come on, Hannah, it was just a bit of fun. I’m sorry I didn’t see you right when I got back, and I’m sorry I joked around about this… it happened over the summer and I–” “Go to class, Kyle.” Kyle stopped right there, watching her walk off. He thought for a moment before turning around and walking toward his second class, on the other side of ...