Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... their own classes. Many a squeaky wet shoe on the tile floor making it clear that the two of them weren’t the only ones caught out in the rain this morning.

Aside from his hair being plastered to the top of his head, Tom was mostly dry. The old rubber coated canvas poncho had kept him remarkably dry. His books, on the other hand, were still dripping water as he too rushed down the hall. At the junction of two hallways, he paused to look at Lee. She in turn, also stopped for a moment and looked at him. They both smiled sheepishly.

“See you at lunch?” Tom asked hopefully.

“Okay…” Lee responded with a smile that had her bottom lip being chewed and her eyes crinkling a little at the corners.

They both went their separate ways… Both walking backwards so as to watch the other until Tom had to make a turn down another corridor. They were oblivious to everyone else around them but others took note of the two. In particular one fiery redhead who was red in the face, as well as three girls at her side. Sylvia Redmon was not happy at all to see Tom making such googly eyes at that country bumpkin Lee Simmons. The nerve of that tramp trying to win her Tom over away from Sylvia herself.

“Well, that looked all warm and fuzzy.” Rita Fuller commented in a stage whisper loud enough for anyone to hear.

Delores Bennet had to bite her tongue to keep from giggling. Trina Wainwright didn’t seem to notice, she was kind of off in her own little world really. She was just going ...

... through the motions walking with Sylvia and the other girls.

“Rita! I swear to God, if you say another word, I’ll… Just shut it!” Sylvia snarled and turned to go to her first class.

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Annie stood at the kitchen sink, her hands resting on the front edge, her body pressed against them. Her eyes were looking out the window above the sink, but she wasn’t seeing anything outside. Her mind had wandered as it had so many times in the past. To happier times, when she was younger. When J.D. was younger and… She swallowed and a single tear rolled down her cheek.

He hadn’t always been this hard and cruel. In younger days he had been a sweet kind younger man. The man she fell in love with had made her feel like she was the queen of the world. She had met him after she came home from college in Kansas City. She had wanted to be a school teacher and was working as a substitute teacher here in Helton. They had met at the Wilding dance that year. This tall gangly man dressed as a Union Soldier from the Civil war took notice of her and asked her to dance.

They danced all night. They shared cider and even a couple of harder drinks that were to be found secreted in by more than a few. After the dance was over, J.D. had asked for her phone number and if it would be okay to call her to maybe go out sometime. Of course, she said yes.

J.D. had brought her flowers every time he came calling. He would drive them all the way to Kansas City to see movies every Friday night. ...