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

Diary Of A High School Stud: Chapter Three

... wanted to be at Kimberly’s as close to eight as possible.

A minute before my Casio watch reached my self-imposed deadline, Jane arrived in her blue 1982 Ford Escort. Sorry, I’m late," she said after rolling down the window. "I couldn’t figure out what to wear."

I was stunned, because I had never seen Jane dressed so sexy. She was wearing a tight red dress that showed off her beautiful large breasts. She also had on long black boots and wore the reddest lipstick. As I got into her car, I said, “I think you figured it out.”

“I wanted to look my best for our first date,” she said.

“So this is a date?” I asked.

"Of course, it is," she said as she started driving her car and parked it in a remote part of the lot. "I told the others that the movie was canceled so we could be alone. Because you didn’t seem to realize that I’ve been subtly hitting on you for the last two months, I finally decided to make my move."

I just sat there in silence, trying to process all of this. Yes, I had a crush on Jane. Yes, I’ve jerked off fantasizing about her. And yes, we were good friends. If we started something and it ended badly, our friendship would end, and that was something I couldn’t handle.

"I bared my soul to you, and you can’t say anything?" She asked as if she were about to start crying. "Don’t you like me as much as I like you?"

I took a deep breath before I said, “I like you a lot.”

She then smiled before kissing me. "You’re a good smoocher, Tommy ...

... Mitchell," she whispered between kisses.

“I’ve been getting a lot of practice lately,” I whispered between lip locks.

"You know, we can skip this party and go back to my place," she said.

"Tempting," I replied. "But I can’t; I promised Kimberly that I’d be there."

“If this party sucks, we leave and go back to my place for our own party,” she said.

“Where’s your mom?” I asked.

“She and Ralph went to Kalamazoo for a concert,” she said. “My mom said they’d probably be too drunk to drive home, so they got a motel.”

“Always good to be safe,” I said.

“So, do we have a deal?” she asked.

“What deal?” I responded.

“If the party sucks, we leave,” she responded in a slightly annoying tone.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Great,” she said with a smile. “I need one more thing from you.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

"The directions to the party," she said, laughing.

As we drove there, I was secretly hoping the party would be lame so we could leave early. I really wanted to go back to her place and “party." I’m pretty sure by partying, she meant fucking and didn’t mean watching horror films. Though I would’ve been okay with that too.

The worst part about the short drive to Kimberly’s was that we had to pass my house. As we did that, I could see Frank’s Pontiac Firebird parked on the driveway. I could only imagine what they were doing, And the thought of that made me angry. Everyone, from my grandma to Dorthy, my mom’s best friend, and even my dad, told her that he was ...