Jeanette chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Jeanette chapter 4

I got ready for school that morning and wore my 'fuck me MrC' clothes. My favorite red bra, no panties, a pleated tan skirt and a white blouse that my red bra showed through a little. I called Cynthia and begged her and her mom to give me a ride to school today. I ran out to their car when they came. I saw Tommy just leaving his house as we passed, his dad was watching from a window. Probably looking for me to be walking with Tommy. Don't think he saw me or recognized the car either. Cynthia was wearing a cute skirt too. Her top looked nice too, it was buttoned up all the way. She hadn't worn a shirt buttoned up all the way in a long time, oh right her mom was in the car. We chatted about practice and class and how hard one teacher was. Once we got to school she said she had to go to the library for some book she needed for her English class. "Ok, see you later" I said hugging her. I walked to our usual hang out. Some of my other friends were there. I talked with them until Tommy got there. "We need to talk," he said to me. "Yeah, you're right." I thought his dad had talked about us, shown him the pictures of me sucking his dad's dick. I felt so embarrassed, I was just glad he walked us away from our friends. We walked around campus a bit. I had no defense for my actions, what had I been thinking? I let him start talking because I didn't know how to start. I found out, He was sad his parents were getting a divorce. His mom found evidence of another woman. "Oh no, I'm sorry!" ...

... I told him and hugged him. He hugged back hard. He didn't let go. "Uh Tommy?" I could feel his erection pushing up against my belly. He moved his arms down my back slowly. "Tommy!" I said pushing away. "Jeanette, I'm sorry. I just... I'm really stressed and thought..." He stammered. "I just thought maybe you could help me forget about my parents." "Really? Your going to use that for sex?" I asked shocked. "Well it doesn't have to be... It could be like before. Jeanette, please?" He conceded. "No! You're one of my best friends, I'd do almost anything for you..." I resisted. Oh no, now I was feeling guilty. I was the cause of his parents' divorce I could at least jack him off. Shouldn't i? Damn for that matter I should have been blowing his dick instead of his dad's. I could feel the guilt building up, I ruined my best friend's life by fooling around with his dad. He must have seen my resolve dwindling. "Come on, please. You don't even have to take your clothes off... You should have heard the yelling last night." I tried to breath deep and stay strong for myself. I would not give in. He couldn't use guilt to get in my pants. I wouldn't do anything to make myself dirty. I was a person and deserved to be treated better than some proposition. Yelling? Oh crap, this is my fault. "He came home late and she started yelling at him about being with a 'little whore' and he was shouting he was not with anyone yesterday..." He recounted the scene, apparently he had some story of working ...