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Vector: Chapter Two

Date: 1/2/2017, Categories: Fiction, School, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: zxnoregretsxz69, Rating: 84.4, Source: sexstories.com

years?" I asked. She told me about her time at public middle school, how she met all of her friends, about her vacations to Mexico and Barbados, and by the end, I felt like I had a good idea of who she had become. It was much easier to talk to Sara now than it ever had been when we were at Redwood, which I attributed to her treating me more like an equal (even though that probably only came from her needing something from me). I also noticed that her voice changed as she started getting more comfortable with talking to me: it got a little lower, more hushed, with a slight rasp, as if she was on the tail end of a sore throat. Sort of like Scarlett Johansson's. Near the end of her story, she dropped her phone, which she had been spinning around in her hand, and contorted herself in her chair to pick it up. Normally, I would avoid openly checking out someone who was right next to me, but when her loose, flowy shirt gave me a perfect view of her fantastic boobs, I couldn't help but steal a glimpse. She was wearing a lacy pink bra, and it only made her tits look better. I tore my eyes away and tried to look normal. "So, how about you?" She finished, sitting back up in her chair. "Well," I began, "you know that I stayed at Redwood through eighth grade. Not much happened in seventh, but we went on a class trip to D.C. in eighth grade, which was a lot of fun. I tried out for soccer last November and that took up a lot of my time in the spring semester of last year and last ... summer. I went to Hawaii in the summer, too." "Ooh!" She leaned in. "Which island?" "Kauai. The garden island." "It must've been beautiful." She said enthusiastically. "It really was. Here, I took a bunch of pictures." I got up out of my seat and moved to her side of the table to show her my photos of Kauai. Leaning down over her shoulder, I flipped through the album on my phone, narrating each photo. We got to a picture of my family in which we were all making faces at the camera and I quickly swiped it away, embarrassed. "That's just an embarrassing picture of my family." "I think it's cute." Sara said. She turned her head to look at me, still leaning over her shoulder. From up close, I had really been able to see how pretty she was. She had an even tan, with a few freckles dotted around her nose, and her features were soft, but defined. One side of her full lips curved up and her eyes crinkled at the edges as she smiled slightly. Her dirty blonde hair flowed elegantly to her shoulders, paradoxically looking both carelessly beautiful and precisely arranged. "Uh, thanks." I replied with a forced smile, not sure how to react to that without looking weird. I returned to my seat to avoid any potential awkwardness, but my efforts were in vain: a short and slightly uncomfortable silence followed. This time, Sara broke the silence. "I guess it's time to talk about what I asked you at school." I sighed internally; I had been able to put off talking about this for a while, but it was ...