Take it Easy - Chapter Four: Waking Up is Hard to Do - Sex Stories

Take it Easy - Chapter Four: Waking Up is Hard to Do

... good-looking stranger." I answered, not really paying attention. I walked over to my car and Ashton hopped in, as she had done on the way over. I started driving back to school. When we reached a red light, however, Ashton siezed me and pulled me in for a kiss. I was surprised, but I rolled with it and got caught up in the kiss until someone honked from behind us, alerting me that the light had changed. I reluctantly broke off the kiss so I could drive as I quoted Albert Einstein. "'Any man who can drive safely and kiss a pretty girl simply isn't giving the kiss the attention it deserves.'" I've been known to spout random quotes and pieces of trivia, but they're not usually quite that relevant to the situation at hand. Ashton sighed. "Fine, I'll ask. How do you know that?" I shrugged. My brain absorbs information very well, especially unimportant information. Since there's no way I can really explain that to my friends, I don't even try to anymore. "Sorry for ruining your post-kiss bliss." I said. "I know it can take a while to come down from the high created by kissing me. I suppose I'm like cocaine in that way." "Oh, my god. You are such a narcissist it's surreal." Ashton had her face in her hands. I smirked and kept driving. We arrived at school and headed off to PE. Although most people hate PE, I actually love it. Since most of the people in the class are very out-of-shape, I feel like an Olympian most of the time. The same goes for Jake and David, who are in my class, ...

... though they'd never say it because they're too "humble". Unfortunately, the boring first-day rules applied to PE, too. We all sat in the bleachers, so I lounged, obnoxiously stretching out to take up four rows. Coach Kantorek, or Coach K, as he wants to be called, went over the rules and gave us a bunch of safety forms to get signed. "Christ, that was boring." David moaned. Jake and I voiced our agreement and said goodbye as we headed our seperate ways. Next period, I went through the motions again in math, trying my best to stay awake. Finally, the bell rang and I could go to my favorite class, art. I've been in art as many years as possible, so Ms. Archer knows me well. Ms. Archer is, without a doubt, the best teacher I've ever had. She was born to hippie parents, so she's super chill, but she's also one of the best artists I've ever seen. Also, it helps that she's young and pretty. She's a little on the short side, but makes up for it with killer curves. "Hi, Ms. Archer!" I walked in with a smile on my face. "Aaron Moody! My favorite student." She came around her desk and hugged me. "How was your summer?" "Great. I painted a lot." "You'll have to show me sometime!" She declared. "I will." I promised. I sat down in the middle of the room and waited to see who else was in my class. To my surprise, Ashton and Lana walked in together. "Aaron?" Lana asked. "Yeah, it's me. What, you don't think I'm cool enough to be an artiste?" I teased her. "No... I'm just surprised, that's ...