Hope - Sex Stories

Hope

Many thanks to neuroparenthetical, who edited this story.

[All characters are 18+.]

[No sexual acts or intimate anatomy are depicted.]

Hope was different from all the rest -- tall and fair, with a porcelain doll face and shortish black hair. I first saw her in the school yard. I was in high school at the time. She was the same age as me. I was smitten from the moment I saw her. From that day forward, I never stopped trying to get closer to her and learn more about her -- soak every sight of her. She was smart, bubbly, and easy-going. Soon after she had transferred to my school, she established herself as the number one female athlete. She became a favorite of both the teachers and her fellow students.

Needless to say, her orbit was very crowded. Boys, especially, would do anything to get her attention. That alone should have discouraged me to try to get closer to her, but her beauty was such that I could not be deterred.

We were in different classes. That was a situation that could not be tolerated. I schemed and badgered my parents and all the teachers that knew me to get a transfer. Naturally, I claimed the reason to be different from wanting to be closer to Hope. For some reason I had it easy. Three months after I'd first seen Hope, we were classmates. A month later, we were best friends.

From then on we were together every day. I would walk her home after school. We'd go to the library together. We often did our homework side by side. I would be at her ...

... place and she'd be at mine. We were always at the park together, rollerblading in the summer and ice skating in the winter.

Hope was always very candid and she would talk openly about any subject. Despite that, and all the time we spent together, we never got sexually intimate. She did not have a boyfriend and never appeared to be interested in having one. Of course, I considered myself her boyfriend of sorts. Still, we did not even kiss -- I mean, open-mouthed. We just had kiddy kisses -- on the cheek, sometimes on the lips. I asked her about sex, and it seemed she knew a lot about it.

We were eighteen and making plans for college, like anybody else. Then school was finally over. We graduated. It was summer and we had it all to ourselves -- or so I thought.

One day she told she wasn't going to college. I was shocked. Her academic results were top notch. Every college would have wanted to have her, and I knew for a fact she had been offered several scholarships. She told me she'd put it on halt -- that she'd put everything on halt. I told her that was crazy. She said that's what she wanted. She said that everything she wanted was at home. I asked her about love and romance. She told me she had a man. I'd suspected that much. I asked who he was. She laughed. She told me I was her best friend. Then she told me she was having sex with her father.

I was dumbstruck. We did not talk much after that day. I could not comprehend what she'd told me.

I haven't seen her ...