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

flipping her over, and shooting a load all over her face and tits. They moved toward the bathroom door near the back of Andrew's room, and I used that as my opportunity to escape. I flew down the stairs and dropped onto the couch in the living room. Within a minute, I heard the faint sound of water running upstairs. After a few minutes, I got up to grab a snack. At the same time, Andrew and the girl came downstairs, their hair wet and clothes slightly disheveled as he followed her toward the door. I grabbed some goldfish and tossed Andrew a Gatorade. "Here you go, champ." I grinned. He rolled his eyes from behind the girl, who cringed in embarrassment. He walked her to the door and opened it. Before she could leave, I called out "Have a nice day!" and waved obnoxiously. She hurried to her car and Andrew closed the door. "Dick." he said, smiling slightly in spite of himself. "Slut." I shot back, taking a sip of my Gatorade and leaning on the kitchen counter. "You'll excuse me if I don't greet you with a hug." "Whatever." He waved a hand and opened his own Gatorade, chugging a fourth of it in a few seconds. "Damn." My eyes widened at his prodigious thirst. "That must have been a marathon or something." "Half-marathon. But I sprinted the whole time." He joked. I mimed throwing up and went back to my spot on the couch. "By the way, I walked Ralph a couple hours ago, so don't worry about it. How was school?" He called from the kitchen, searching the pantry and fridge for calories ... to make up for what he had burned in his "marathon". "Fine." I replied. "Ms. Myers mentioned you and your study habits." "Oh, you have the Bitch, too?" He asked. "Did she give you a first-day quiz over the summer assignment? "Yup." I confirmed, perusing my phone absentmindedly. My friends and I have a group message, which they were using at the moment to bitch about school and how much homework they had. "Hey," he said suddenly, "I forgot to tell you; I reached twenty thousand followers on Twitter yesterday." "Whoa." I looked up. "Really?" "Yeah. After that SportsCenter top ten, a bunch of strangers started following me and, like, doubled my followers." He was coming into the living room, struggling to balance a couple Dagwood sandwiches on a plate. "That's awesome, man!" I high-fived him before he flopped down on the couch across from mine. In June, during the College World Series, he had almost singlehandedly made a triple play from shortstop, a play which earned him first place in SportsCenter's Top Ten and a lot of attention from MLB scouts. He flipped on the TV and started watching Law and Order or some other generic cop show. I finished my Gatorade and got up to throw it away. When I did, I heard the garage door. I went into the garage and saw my mom's big SUV coming in. Waving, I stood out of the way and waited for her to get out. "Hey, honey." She smiled. "Hi, mom. How was class?" I hugged her. "Good." She replied, brushing her blonde hair out of her face and kissing ...