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

    CPHS wasn't like any high school I'd ever read about or seen on TV or in movies: according to Eric, there was no girl who was cheer captain and dated the quarterback. We had popular girls and hot girls, but no particular girl stood out as the most popular or prettiest. However, if I had to guess as to who was the most popular girl, my money would be on Theresa. Other than that, I didn't know much about her. Jonathan spoke, "I don't know... We don't really know the popular kids that well..." He was right: our little group were sort of in-betweeners. With me coming from private school and everyone else being on the edge of the "in" crowd, we weren't exactly "cool kid" material, but we weren't bottom-feeders, either. "I think it's a good idea." Eric spoke up. "Jonathan just doesn't want to go because he has a crush on Theresa." Jonathan protested indignantly. "I do not! Besides, everyone thinks she's hot." "It's settled, then." I said. "We're going to the party and Jonathan can stare at Theresa while we have fun." More arguments broke out over who had crushes on whom and who was the hottest girl while I sat back and ate my sandwich. It was a good group of guys, and they made me glad that my parents had let me go to public high school instead of continuing at Redwood, like they did for Andrew. My friends from Redwood were mostly either entitled assholes or druggies now, so it felt good to get away from them. I felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement about the party: it would ...
    be a chance to meet some new people, but I didn't want to ruin my chances of being social by doing something weird. After lunch, math and science flew by, leaving only soccer. I had elected to participate in first-semester off-season soccer in addition to the actual season in the second semester, so it took up my seventh period along with an hour and a half of practice time after school. Eric and I walked to the indoor soccer facility and got dressed. Practice went by without a hitch; I met some upperclassmen when we scrimmaged and they seemed cool. After practice, Coach Gordon came up to me while I pulled my normal shoes on. He was a fiery Scot who had been in a gang as a youth, but turned his life around to help support his family. Everyone liked him. "Chris," He said, "good work today." "Thanks, coach." I tried to keep a grin off of my face; it would be unprofessional. He went on. "I'm thinking that, based on your performance at tryouts and today, we're going to start you on the junior varsity squad. You could be on varsity, but you wouldn't get much playing time." That was fair. I was pretty good, but I wasn't good enough to start on varsity as a freshman. "Thanks, coach." I replied. I was a little disappointed that I didn't make varsity, but that's highly unlikely for a freshman, anyway. "Whatever gets me the most on-the-field time is fine with me." I did genuinely love to play, so I was pretty happy that I'd be starting, even if it was only junior varsity. "That's what ...
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