Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... and faint. The smells of all the carnival food called to his stomach. The popcorn and the soda that Betty had given him had helped but he was getting hungry again.

So far, tonight, the crowds have been fairly sedate and well behaved. Of course, most of those leaving the fairgrounds had been here for the earlier part of the day, families and those not interested in the more adult goings on that went on as darkness fell. Soon, there will be those who have found or brought liquor with them and have had a bit too much. He had to be on the lookout for those too intoxicated to drive, and ensure that they were not the ones getting behind the wheel when they left.

There were likely to be those few who were upset for other reasons as well. Dancing is only one way to get close at the Wilding. All too often, in the past, people have mingled and explored with others who were not the people they had come with. Boyfriends and girlfriends, husbands and wives would get separated and pair up with others. Sometimes, in worse cases, jealousy flared and things got ugly. To a lesser degree there would still be hurt feelings, disappointment and heartache.

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Sylvia had had enough. It was clear that she was not going to be able to get together with Tom this night. She had such high hopes, no, not hopes. She had been certain that she would win that boy over tonight. Didn’t she have everything that boys wanted? She would have done anything for him. The thought of that ...

... blonde-haired bumpkin winning him over though… it made Sylvia want to scream.

Why would this be any different from anything else though? Her whole life was a mess, and screaming was a daily part of that life… at least at home. Her mom and dad were always screaming at one another, and when they weren’t, they were screaming at her. Sylvia couldn’t wait to graduate and then move away to go to college.

Delores and Rita knew full well that Sylvia was livid. The temperamental redhead had had her heart set on Tom, and since that didn’t happen… she was beyond angry. They knew, too, that it was best not to say anything about it and just let her steam till she cooled down. So, the three of them sat on a bench along the wall in the dance barn watching the diehard dancers still turning about the dance floor. In particular, their ride, Trina, she was their ride to the Wilding and their ride home as well. But she was occupied.

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Richard held Trina close as they moved to yet another slow dance. Trina was a full head shorter than he, maybe more really, so they weren’t dancing cheek to cheek. It was more like cheek to chest or cheek to shoulder as they were at the moment. Trina found herself pleasantly comfortable in the arms of the taller man.

He was a man, she thought, not another boy like from school. Hanging out with Sylvia and the girls, she had been party to many school dances and things where Sylvia was the center of attention. The hangers on that couldn’t get close to ...