1. Vector: Chapter One


    Date: 10/21/2017, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, School, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: zxnoregretsxz69, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    Redwood Preparatory School from preschool up to this year, and Sara had gone to the same school until seventh grade, when she left to go to public middle school. Eric had done the same, but I managed to keep in touch with him, unlike with Sara. We walked to homeroom and sat through announcements and then Mrs. Armstrong reading a long list of school rules before we were dismissed to go to first period. Eric and I grabbed our stuff and checked our complimentary first-week maps to find out where Ms. Myers's classroom was before stepping out into the hall. Then, a voice came from behind us. "Chris! Eric!" We turned to find the Gray brothers waving at us. For identical twins, they couldn't have been more different. Marty was laid-back, the closest person you could find to a surfer dude in Crofton Park, his wild hair held in place by a skinny white headband, his usual combo of a worn t-shirt and longboard shorts both loose-fitting. Daniel had a very professional-looking crew cut that matched his slightly anal attitude about school. He wore khaki shorts and a button-down shirt, both neatly pressed. For all their differences, the two did have some similarities: they were both cross country fanatics and loved outdoor activities like hunting and fishing. Being from the deep south, they had gotten a lot of time outdoors before moving here. "Where y'all headed?" Marty drawled, greeting Eric and I with high fives. "History with Myers." I answered, cringing at the prospect. Cynthia Myers ...
    was well-known around Crofton Park for being one of the toughest, but most effective teachers at CPHS. "Hey, same." Daniel smiled. "Looks like we can all cheat off of Chris this year!" "Whatever." I retorted lazily, marching off to class. We arrived a minute or two before the bell rang for the beginning of first period. There were post-it notes with our names on them on the desks, and as I looked for mine, Eric motioned toward the front. "Edwards should be up there, Chris." He sat down at "Rivera" and took out a pencil. "Edwards?" Ms. Myers asked. "As in Andrew Edwards?" "Um, yeah." I said. "He's my brother." "Mm." She nodded knowingly. "You look like him. Is he still playing baseball?" "Yeah, he's at UCLA now." I answered. "Well, let's hope you pay closer attention in class than he did." She said sternly, but with a tinge of humor. "Yes, ma'am." I agreed seriously. Andrew had been captain of the baseball team and prom king, but hadn't had the same success in academics, probably due to his penchant for partying. When the bell rang, Ms. Myers walked to the front of her room, where she had a beat-up wooden podium. "I assume you all did the summer assignment," she began. We certainly had. That damn thing took me a whole week to finish: we had to take notes on everything that happened in the U.S. from the migration of ancient peoples across the Bering Strait to the beginning of the colonial period. The actual course material started at the end of that period, but apparently Myers ...
«1234...910»