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Scholarship Essay: "The day I came of age." (CAW Entry.)

Date: 5/4/2017, Categories: Fiction, First Time, Male / Older Female, Oral Sex, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: stex, Rating: 83.7, Source: sexstories.com

here. If I'm going away to college I want to be like, gone. I'd probably have to live at home if I went there, that’d be like totally lame. Stanford's just too expensive, it's like ten times as much as Berkeley. I don't think Mom and Dad could afford it, they've said we can worry about it like, if I get accepted, but I know they can’t." The words just spilled out of me, it was good to get the thoughts out that had been swirling in my head. "Not on like teachers salaries." That she understood. I don't know if she knew both Mom and Dad were teachers; they did quite well as teachers go, but it's never going to make anyone rich, not Stanford rich. “There’s scholarships aren’t there? Stanford must have scholarships.” "Stanford has like some crap about "needs based financing", but I don’t know and their admissions are crap anyway." She looked taken aback by that opinion, so I expanded, "Anyone with a brain can get into Berkeley, at Stanford they worry about like stupid things like fucking ’extracurricular’, what’s that got to do with anything. it’s like, work. I mean I got all these offers from places like I'd never heard of when I took the PSAT, but Stanford's not one of them. I mean like I aced the Math PSAT without breaking a sweat, but getting to Stanford … you have too … you can't be lazy. I'm just too lazy. I've never like had to work at school, I just succeeded." Again, just one breath, this crap was stressing me out big time, but it felt good to say that out loud. "You ... always tried hard in PE, I noticed that. I liked that." "That's different, I never was any good, I wasn't a jock, but if I tried hard I could like, maybe get somewhere. In the rest of school I was like going to get an A, no matter how hard I tried, so I didn't try, like what's the point? About the only thing I do extracurricular is build computers in my bedroom. Like, I tried tennis, I wasn’t any good, I don’t do that much any more. And there’s surfing of course." Well, everyone surfed so that wasn’t remarkable. She giggled, that was puzzling. "Maybe you should have tried harder at tennis." "I tried as hard as I could." "But you never beat me." I didn't remember the outcome of our games, just playing them and lusting after her. "I didn’t? I don't remember." "I remember, you came close a couple of times, but never did. I was quite disappointed, I have a special reward for boys who beat me." What was she talking about? "What?" "They got blowjobs, maybe more." I didn’t have an answer to that. We were quiet for a while. I decided one confession deserved another. "You never told me that, I'd have tried like even harder, you know how many times I beat off thinking about you in those rad little skirts." "No I don't, but I can imagine, and that's very flattering. I couldn't tell you, I couldn't advertise that sort of thing, but I always hoped you'd get the reward." I had no answer to that either. She gave up waiting for a response, "You still could." "What?" "Get the reward. It looks ...