Year Thirteen - Sex Stories

Year Thirteen

... leg. Amanda looked into his eyes, expressionless. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?” Amanda’s heart filled with warmth at this unexpected kindness. She couldn’t help but smile. She brought her head down to rest on his shoulder as the bus drove into school. Alex’s words reminded Amanda what it felt like to be loved. For the first time in what felt like very a long time, she was filled with happiness and warmth, a welcome departure from the usual sadness, fear, and cock. She thought to herself that it was probably strange that such a simple and brief act of kindness could make her feel this way, but when you’re in the desert, even a one glass of water is a huge relief. She kept on smiling as she walked in the door to her first period algebra class. In fact, she kept smiling for the first ten minutes of the period, blissfully unaware of what was going on. That is, until she noticed the kid in the desk to her right playing with her phone. That douche Sean was at it again. He was always messing with her, taking her things, hiding her schoolbooks, pulling her hair. Amanda glanced forward at her teacher, then hit him in the arm. “Ow!” “Give me back my phone, asshole,” she said in a hushed tone “Alright FINE, here you go.” She took back her pink iPhone, and placed it securely in her backpack. Amanda then went back to thinking about Alex, breaking into a smile once more. She did think it odd, though, that Sean gave back her phone so easily. Oh well. She was happy. Why did it ...

... matter? Maybe he was finally growing out of his immature ways. Suddenly she heard a phone ring. It was the standard iPhone ringer, so it took her more than a few seconds to realize it was hers. Panicking, she opened her backpack and silenced it, then looked up to see all the eyes in the class on her. “Amanda” her teacher said grimly. “Yes sir, I’m sorry about my phone sir, I must have forgotten to turn it off.” Her chest filled with butterflies, she knew she was in trouble. “First you daydream through half my class, then you disrupt it further with your carelessness. I’m very disappointed in you. See me after school.” Amanda looked down at her desk, ashamed of herself. Then she heard chuckling. Sean was red in the face laughing. HE’D DONE THIS! He turned on her ringer then had one of his pals call her! Amanda was angry, but knew there was nothing she could do about it right now. Thankfully, nothing else went wrong that day at school. Still though, she had to go see her teacher and find what he had in store for her. And so, at 3:00, Amanda went to see him. She paused outside of the classroom, took a deep breath, and then opened the door. “Mr. Hand?” she said, nervously. He looked up from grading his papers, “Come in, Amanda. Close the door.” She walked over to his large desk, and he motioned her into the chair next to it. She sat down. Her foot tapped nervously as her teacher continued looking at his papers. After a few minutes of waiting, he shut the gradebook and looked over ...