The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01

She woke up before her alarm went off, well-rested and refreshed from yesterday. There was something very satisfying about rolling out of bed and turning off your alarm before it had the chance to let out it's horrific noise. As if to say that you'd beaten back some cosmic force that was setting out to ruin your dream.

Sylvia set her phone back on its nightstand and stretched. Cool air filled her lungs as the first few rays of sunshine filtered through the tree outside her room and onto her face. It gave a contrasting warmth that did more to wake her up than any amount of coffee could do.

Spring was when the Earth woke up from its long winter nap - and it had the same effect on people. She felt almost as though she had to greet the morning sun and walked to her window to do so, bare legs sliding off the bed and scampering across the wooden floor of her bedroom.

She let out the long sigh of a beautiful sight as she took in the sunrise - fresh dew on the grass, flowers beginning to open up, the birds chirping with a fluttery glee.

One of those birds, flying overhead somewhere, pooped right on the collar of her pajama shirt.

Some cultures called this good luck, but Sylvia only called it gross.

She stripped off the shirt and considered tossing it in the hamper, but when she saw that it was empty, changed her mind and brought it with her into the bathroom so it could soak in the sink. It wouldn't do to have a stinky garment festering at the bottom of that pile ...

... for the next week until her mother did laundry again. A quick scrub would make it clean enough to be dirty again, and she was headed for the bathroom anyway.

While waiting for the shower to heat up, she took a glance in the mirror; The straight black hair halfway down her back didn't have a strand out of place - the opposite of the bedhead she usually had to spend minutes untangling in the morning. In fact, were it not for the small speck of bird poo running down her D cup breasts, she'd have a nearly flawless look to her.

She washed herself off in the shower, taking extra time to scrub at her collarbone until not only the bird's 'present' had gone away, but the feeling of dirtiness it left behind as well. She considered whether or not to wash her hair as well, and ultimately decided that the risk of tangles from the blow-drier was acceptable to make sure it looked its best. Today was a very big day, after all.

Her senior prom.

She had everything ready for this big day. The right dress, the right date, and her garage band even got permission to perform at the end of the night, after prom king and queen were announced (although this was likely because hiring a professional band would be outside the planning committee's budget.)

Her band-mates were just a couple of long-time friends/classmates. Monica was somebody she'd only met recently after the girl moved over partway through their Sophomore year, but the two got along immediately when they both learned of their ...