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

Diary Of A High School Stud: Chapter Three

... veiled threats to anyone who hit on her. He never did that to me because, if I had to guess, they saw me as a nice guy who would never move beyond the friend zone.

Saturday, October 12th, 1985, was my first public appearance since the incident. I nervously walked through work’s doors a little before eleven in the morning. That meant I had a few minutes to walk around the store before clocking in. After saying hello to several of my coworkers, I saw Jane putting up a new end cap of towels.

“Hey Jane,” I said as I waved my hand.

"Hi, Tommy," she said, smiling. "I have good news and bad news; which one do you want to hear first?"

“The bad news,” I replied.

"The bad news is that Howie Dean, the twins, and Danny from sporting goods are not going to be able to go to the movies tonight," she said. "The good news is I can still go, so it’ll be just you and me."

“I've got some bad news, too," I replied. "I got invited to a party tonight and won’t be able to go either."

Right after those words came out of my mouth, I could tell she was disappointed and upset. Seeing her that way broke my heart. To make things better, I asked, "Would you like to go to the party with me?"

“Yes,” she squealed. “It’s a date.”

As I walked to the employee area to clock in, I was confused by what she meant by date. Did it mean we were going to the party as a couple, or did she mean something more casual? I also wondered if it was cool that I invited her, and I hoped it wouldn’t make ...

... Kimberly mad.

After punching the time clock, I didn’t have much time to internalize what she meant because Saturday at K-Mart was always busy, but this one was busier than most. Everyone was in there stocking up on Halloween candy, decorations, and costumes. I spent more time in the parking lot getting carts than I did stocking shelves. I hated getting carts. It was the worst part of my job. The only thing worse than that was when my mom visited the store with Frank.

I did not like Frank; I thought my mom could do better. For whatever reason, she liked him, and at least once a month, he would spend a Saturday at our place. Whenever he was there she did her best to make sure Annie and I would be someplace else. She stopped at the cart corral and asked me, “If I wouldn’t mind finding somewhere else to stay.”

“Where am I supposed to go?” I asked.

"Ask one of your little friends," she replied. "Annie is at Grandma's; I guess if you skipped spending time with your friends tonight, I could drive you there after work."

“That’s okay,” I replied. “I’m sure one of them will let me crash at their place.”

"That’s what I like hearing," Frank said, walking up to my mom holding a box of rubbers.

“Don’t forget to call me when you know where you’re staying,” my mom said.

"Leave a message on the machine, because your mom will be too busy to answer," Frank said as he patted my mom on her butt.

“Frank, you’re terrible,” my mom said, laughing.

“Hey, kid,” Frank said ...