Helping out a Classmate - Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Helping out a Classmate - Chapter 4

For probably the first time in your life, you have no trouble getting out of bed early. Today you’ll see Danielle again and, after school, you’ll go to her place. You put on your clothes and have breakfast. After brushing your teeth you pick up two bags and start your journey to school. You have one bag filled with stuff you need for school, the other is filled with clothes. As usual, you’re early. Every time you hear someone entering the room, you look up and hope you’ll see Danielle. As your classmates enter the classroom one by one, you start to worry. Usually Danielle would have been in class already. “She’s just late,” you think to yourself. After a while your teacher enters the classroom. When she’s done unpacking, she starts the class. Time is going by very slowly and the lesson is boring. When the teacher gives you a break, you text Danielle. “Where are you?” Danielle doesn’t respond on time, so when the class resumes, Danielle hasn’t texted you back. You start worrying. What if she regrets her actions? You try to think of other reasons. Maybe she’s not feeling well, so she decided to stay at home. When class finally ends, you take your phone from your pocket. You have received one text. “Something happened, I really need you. I’ll see you in the parking lot.” You grab both your bags and walk over to the parking lot. You can see Danielle standing next to her car. “Hi,” you say as you drop your bags. “Hey,” she replies. Danielle has got her arms crossed over each ...

... other. You pull her in for a hug and kiss her forehead. “What’s wrong?” you say as you break the kiss. Danielle leans against you and starts to sob. “I’ve got some problems with my health,” she whispers, unable to speak because of her emotions. “Is it serious?” you ask, as you feel tears building up in your eyes. “Let’s talk somewhere more private,” She says. You put your bags in the car and sit down in the passenger seat. Danielle tries to talk about other stuff, to keep her from crying. “How was school?” she asks. “Boring,” you answer. You can see that Danielle is now looking for another subject. She can barely contain her emotions. “Sorry, I’m just worried about you right now,” you apologize. “It’s fine.” The rest of the drive is silent. When you arrive at her place, you drop your bags in the living room and walk over to Danielle. You hug her and walk with her to the couch. You both sit down, Danielle resting her head on your chest. She starts to cry. “The doctors have no clue whatsoever,” she sobs. You slowly caress her shoulder with one hand, trying your best to comfort her. “I’m sure they’ll find out what it is and what to do about it,” you say. “Sure,” she sarcastically replies. You keep sitting like this with Danielle for several minutes, neither of you have anything to say. “I’m going to take a shower,” Danielle finally says. She stands up and walks away. You admire her body. You can hear some drawers moving as Danielle grabs some fresh clothes. A while later you hear the ...