High School Girls - Sex Stories

High School Girls

... had alternately paced, stared out the window into the night, or sorted through the stuff in the room, forming a large pile of things he planned to throw out first thing in the morning. Contraceptives, slutty clothes, stained undies and other, worse things were in the pile. After suffering the ache in his chest for a while, he had finally undressed, his full breasts practically exploding from his chest as he unhooked his bra. They surged forth to tremble in womanly magnificence. Joe hid them, wrapping a sheet around him for warmth, but they hung heavily from his chest and reminded him constantly of their presence. They moved seemingly at will and Joe was constantly feeling small jabs of pleasure as they bumped into this and that. No wonder girl-Joe had been such a slut, if she felt pleasure from even trivial things, Joe thought. He could feel the horniness in him, the constant tension. It was like he was constantly reading a porno mag. No, it was like he was wearing a porno mag! All night his pussy had been alternately swelling and relaxing, and more than once Joe had felt creeping moisture in his slit. But he refused to pleasure himself. He didn't want to step onto that road that had led to this, an evil, uncaring slut who had nearly torn his f****y apart. The sun lit up his face, his hair glowing gold. A gentle knock on his door startled him. Through it he heard his mom ask timidly "Joanna...sweetie. It's time to get up." The voice broke, quavering, "I made you some ...

... breakfast honey...". Joe felt tears spring to his eyes. He didn't like that scared, almost servile tone. Was this girl really someone he would have been had he been born a female? If so, she was an evil cunt! He shook himself. That girl was not him, he firmly reminded himself. And he refused to travel down that path, no matter how much his body might tempt him. "I'll be there in a moment Mom." He called out, and there was a surprised silence before he heard his mom go down the stairs. He cast around, looking for something to wear, and settled on plain red cotton bra and panties, with tight jeans and a baby-doll t-shirt. It was too sexy for his taste, but the rest of the clothes were even worse. He pulled on his panties, struggled a bit with his bra before figuring out the trick of clasping them in front and turning them around to pull up. He refused to look at himself in the mirror, but the feeling of the soft underwear on his even softer body was erotic, and his damnable female parts were opening and moistening again! He pulled on the baby-tee, cursing as his hair flooded over his face, and struggled to yank up the tight jeans over his full, feminine thighs and hips. He stopped shortly by the bathroom to scrub water on his face, and stared at the beautiful face in the mirror. It looked drawn and there were dark circles under the eyes. "Sexy..." he muttered, and ran a brush through his mane to get it under control. He suddenly wondered why he cared how his hair looked, and felt a ...