1. The Academy: Complete


    Date: 6/12/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Group Sex, School, Teen, Author: DK54, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    smiling. She stared at him with big eyes, analyzing. "Are you... Serious?" Jasper thought for a few seconds, wondering if he was in fact serious. "Ya," words that he seemingly weren't his poured out of his mouth, "Sasha Brinkman I want you to marry me." She didn't respond, she laid there naked with wide eyes. "Your insane," she said, no smile came across her face. There was a long pause. Jasper smirked sheepishly, "I know." "Fuck," she said, a tear rolled down her face, "Yes." He looked at her with surprised eyes, looking for confirmation. A smile spread across her face, a bigger smile then he has ever seen on her before. She shrugs, "Yes." He kissed her harder than he has ever kissed her before. Later that morning, Jasper sat at the table alone, reading his book as he does every morning while he waits for Sasha to be done getting ready for the day. He took a bite of cereal while he turns the page to Shakespeare's "Henry V". Jasper was an intelligent boy, and he likes to break the stereotype that Sex Academy kids can't be smart. Sasha walks out of the bedroom, he smiles, she looked stunning as always. She smiles and kisses him, she peers at his book, "Nerd," she jokes. "Hey at least I'm not engaged to a nerd," he said with a grin. She smiles as she slides on her jacket, "Where are you going," he takes note of her behavior. "Oh..." She pauses, "I'm going to go tell someone the good news." "Well that's good," he says, confused why she is acting like she is, "What's wrong ...
    baby." "It's... Um," she pretends to check her purse, "My mom... I'm going to go tell my mom." "Oh," he stands up, "I should go with you." "No," she stops him, "I haven't seen the woman in years I have to do this by myself." "Ok," he kisses her forehead, she gives a teeth less smile, "I'll see you tonight, okay?" "Okay," he stared at her, taking in her beauty, as if he would never be able to see her again. Sasha gripped her excess cloth as she stood in front of her mother's door. Her mom lived in a suburban neighborhood about an hour outside Chicago, they lived close, it wasn't like she lived on the other side of the country, however they haven't seen eachother in years. Last time they saw one another it didn't go so well. Sasha swallows and knocks on the door, she waits patiently for a prolonged few seconds. The door opened, a man she didn't recognize stood there. "Hello," he said politely, "Can I help you." The man was not very attractive, he was old, tall and dorky looking. "Oh, I must have the wrong house I'm sorry," she quickly said and turned to walk away. The man let her walk away at first, but he yelled behind her just as she was leaving the property, "Sasha?" She turns around, "Gosh, that's you isn't it," he said, "Please come in." She gulped and walked back, slowly making her way, "Honey," the man yelled into the house, "You have a guest." Soon her mother and her stood face to face. Her mom was in her fifties, she had Sasha's look with the addition of wrinkles and grey ...