Headstrong Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Headstrong Ch. 03

... and there was no way it would have been acceptable for Ted and me to go together. We did have one dance, and managed to keep our hands to ourselves. Mostly.

I think that every senior feels pressure when their high school days draw to an end. Facing so much uncertainty. Especially after being a big fish in a small pond. Knowing that, regardless of whether we're going to college, trade school, work, or into the military, we're about to be swimming in a much bigger pond. That has much bigger fish. Some with teeth.

Anyway, I know that John felt pretty anxious about moving on, and, as we'd become friends, more than friends I guess since he'd felt up my tits a lot, he talked to me about it. Right after prom! Yeah, his timing could have been better. Anyway, as we were making out, John suddenly started talking about how everything was going to change, be different. Especially us. He seemed really sad and I asked him why.

He kept being evasive, giving plausible reasons, but my bullshit meter - honed through a life spent with Ted, who is an artiste extraordinaire of the male bovine caca - told me that what he was giving me wasn't straight. So I kept probing. I'm considering becoming a lawyer and I cross-examined John.

Eventually he told me. Told me that he was just so sad because, unlike all his friends (the bullshit meter jumped at this one) he'd have to leave high school never having felt a girl's bare tit. Or pussy. Certainly not felt a girl's hand stroking his bare ...

... dick. In essence, he was telling me that every single one of his friends had done all that! Well, maybe they SAID they did... But, duh, I knew their girlfriends, and teenage boys have been known to embellish.

And the clincher was that John thought we should break up, right then and there! Because I would never do any of that for him! Can you believe that! Well, it annoyed me! Quite a bit.

We were parked behind our church - our usual make-out spot - and I was about to call him on it, ask how can he just blatantly lie, right within 100 feet of the altar. In the presence of You-Know-Who. But then all of a sudden John was crying. Like a baby. Sniffling, blubbering. Jeez! Cringe to the max! And, damn. How awkward! Now, tbh, I absolutely intended to break up with John in the fall. He'd been nice enough, convenient, taken me to movies, dances, made me tingle and my pussy cream by kissing me and feeling me up. I assumed we'd stay together until the end of the summer when we naturally went our separate ways to different colleges. Just like so many high school couples.

But for him to break up with me first! Right now at the start of summer! No way! How humiliating!

But how could we not break up now? How could he ever recover from this fiasco? How could he - like me, Ted, and Sara, John's 18, a legal adult, not some baby sophomore or freshman! - look me in the eye tomorrow after saying such bull and then crying? Pathetic.

But I did feel sorry for John. I liked him. He'd been ...