Take it Easy - Chapter Four - Sex Stories

Take it Easy - Chapter Four

... grinned and waved as they recognized us. My antics are pretty well-known at my school, so no one usually takes offense. I parked the car and got out, taking a facetious and very pompous bow toward everyone who heard my grand entrance. I made my way toward my friends and several of them started clapping. As more and more people joined in, I took several more bows, while Nicole did her best to look like she wasn't associated with me. "Another douchey start to the year, eh, Aaron?" Jake remarked. "Is there a better way?" I asked him as I gave Nicole a big hug to remind her that I was her brother and she couldn't escape my embarrassing actions. "Yes, definitely. But you seem incapable of doing anything normally." He quipped. "All of you fuckers love me." I said, pointing to each of my friends in turn. After I enjoyed their exasperated looks for a little while, I said, "Best not be late!" and strode off to homeroom with Jake. We found the room and sat in the back corner. Since we were a few minutes early, I decided to relax for a while; I pulled out my headphones and plugged them in as I put my feet up Jake's desk. We watched the students file in one-by-one. After a couple minutes, Lana walked in. I waved to get her attention and she came over to sit next to Jake and I. "Hey guys." She smiled somewhat nervously. "Hey Lana." I pulled out an earbud to talk to her. "How's it going?" "Alright. It took me forever to find this room. The numbering makes no sense." "Eh, you'll get used ...

... to it." Just after I finished speaking, my friend Mitch came over to our corner of the room. "Hey Aaron, you wanna come to this party I'm throwing at the beach on Friday? There's gonna be a bonfire and shit. Should be fun." "Your friends can come, too." He added, giving Lana a pretty conspicuous once-over. She was looking great in short jean shorts and a tank top. "Thanks, Mitch, I'll see if I can come." I gave him a bro-handshake (there really needs to be a better word for that...) and he walked back to his seat. The bell rang and class began. Since my school runs on a block schedule, I prepared to endure an hour-and-a-half of learning when I'm allowed to chew gum, what violates the dress code, and a bunch of other boring rules. Finally, the bell rang and saved me from my boredom. I flew out of the class so I could go to the bathroom. On my way out of the bathroom, a big guy with a bunch of tattoos slammed into me. "Watch it." He snarled. "Watch what?" I asked innocently, trying to diffuse the situation so I could avoid getting into a fight on the first day of school. That's always a bad omen. "... What?" His aggression evaporated and was quickly replaced by confusion. "You said 'watch it', I was wondering what I was supposed to watch. Are you going to perform a magic trick?" "Fuck off." He growled as his aggression quickly returned. "Whatever, dude. I'm just disappointed that you're not going to do a trick." I walked away, shaking my head. I walked to the next class, my mind ...