Diary Of A High School Stud: Chapter Three - Sex Stories

Diary Of A High School Stud: Chapter Three

I hate nostalgia. I consider it a powerful drug. When you believe the good old days were the best time of your life, you’re not living in the moment, and you might truly be missing out on the best time of your life. My personal belief is that every day should be better than the last, and you should never dwell on things you missed out on or wrong decisions you’ve made because they were never meant to be.

Yet after I arrived at Detroit Metro Airport, I suddenly felt nostalgic. There were so many places I wanted to visit to see if they were still around. Once I got my rental car, I immediately knew where I wanted to go first: the K-Mart where I used to work.

When I finally arrived, I saw that the once-thriving strip mall anchored by the big red K was deserted. The Coney Island restaurant I sometimes ate at is now forgotten except by those who ate there. The K-Mart was now filled with the ghosts of Blue Light Specials, and the floor filled with memories of a red-vested army armed only with pricing guns.

As I peered into the store's dirty windows, I could see the customer service desk and imagined hearing Mrs. Russell, the store manager, on the intercom ordering me to do a cart run. Just thinking about that caused the memories to start flooding my mind. While I had friends at school, it was here that I met my crew. When we all worked on Friday and Saturday nights, we would usually go grab dinner and then go to a late movie. If it weren't for working at this shitty ...

... job, I wouldn’t have met the people who stuck with me during the good and bad times in the two years I worked there. It was here I met one of the most important people in my life, the mother of two of my children, my co-star, and my soulmate, Jane Hayes.

It’s weird, but back then, I didn’t see Jane as hot. While I had a crush on her, I just saw her as my movie buddy. She loved horror films as much as I did. I would share my Fangoria issues with her, and she would recommend videos that I should rent. Whenever we went to the movies, she would sit next to me and clutch my arm whenever she got scared. My co-worker Howie Dean said that if I ever wanted to fuck her, she’d probably be down.

Before Ms. Stalling, I was too much of a coward to ask her out, let alone ask if she wanted to fuck. Back then, I was so worried about her rejecting me and no longer wanting to be friends that I was too blind to realize that she probably liked me as much as I liked her.

Jane was a quiet seventeen-year-old who went to Farmington High. She wore glasses and always had her long, reddish-brown hair in a ponytail. She was 5’5, 104 lbs, and always hid her 34D-22-34 figure under baggy clothes. She started at K-Mart a week after I did, and together we stocked housewares and bathroom accessories. She really wanted to work in clothes but wasn’t allowed to because her mom managed that department. Her mom and Ralph, the stockroom manager, who was her mom’s boyfriend, always kept an eye on her and made ...