Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... glaring a hole through Tom as he forked in another bite of his breakfast. Tom nodded his head to his mother in acknowledgement and then darted up the back stairs to his room. As fast as he could he peeled off his soaked clothes and redressed with dry ones. He knew in his gut that he was going to be late… but he still tried.

Tom’s mother handed him a paper sack as he stood up from putting his boots back on by the back door. There were no words exchanged but the sad smile let Tom know that she cared and that she loved him. Grabbing the poncho again, Tom stepped out onto the back porch and though it had slacked up a bit, it was still raining heavily. With a sigh, he darted off the end of the porch and trotted down the gravel drive towards the road. He was almost there when he saw the old yellow school bus ramble past the drive, never even slowing down when the driver didn’t see him standing at the end of the lane.

Tom slowed to a halting disbelieving walk as he watched the bus go around a curve down the road and vanish, the sound fading in the distance. Tom shifted his bundle of books from one arm to the other under the poncho and in doing so the paper bag that his mother had given him fell out of his hand and landed in a muddy water filled rut by his feet. Looking down at the bag as it slowly submerged, Tom sighed and kicked at it in disgust. Turning in the direction that the bus had vanished, Tome began walking.

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Deeny silently cursed the rain as ...

... she once again reached up to wipe the condensation off the inside of the windshield so that she could see the road ahead. The wipers were slapping back and forth but they just didn’t seem to be able to keep up with the falling rain. Lee was running her fingers through her curly hair trying to prize out some of the water that had soaked her. She and Deeny both had gotten wet when they dashed from the back porch to the old Chevy under the big oak tree.

Lee had an umbrella, but the both of them couldn’t have fit under it, and besides, the rain was almost falling horizontally, so why bother? Lee had worn her fuzzy pink angora sweater this morning… that had had to come off as soon as they climbed into the car. It was soaked through, definitely fuzzy no more. Luckily there had been an older beige cardigan left in the front seat from the day before, she slipped that on over her damp white button up blouse that topped her gingham skirt. Her penny loafers were going to be squeaking when she walked at school today.

The two girls were running a little later than usual today, between the rain and the foggy windshield, going a little slower only seemed prudent. Even at the slower speed however, they were probably going much faster than would be safe. The heavy rain obscured the road ahead, especially going around the curves in the twisting turning road they were on.

Tom trudged along through the rain. His boots already soaked through to his socks and skin, slapped wetly on the ...