“How was the first day?” Mom greeted me as I came into the family room. I’d just gotten back from my first day of senior year, and she looked eager to hear all about my day…not.“It was alright. Just like every other year. You sit, listen, and then go on to the next.” I grabbed a handful of M&M’s that were in a bowl on the coffee table.“Dinner will be in an hour. I think Clarissa is coming by.”I noticed mom eyeing the candy in my hand. I tossed it back into the bowl. “I think I have work to do. I’ll grab something later.” I turned and walked back to my room.The automatic light came on as soon as I walked into my bedroom. I dropped my heavy book bag onto the floor then collapsed onto the bed.Mother never made a verbal comment about me eating junk food, but I could always tell by the look in her eye and the reference of how close the next meal was that I shouldn’t

I tried to keep my concentration on what we were supposed to be doing, but this whole thing with working on the reproductive system and sitting this close to Morgan sort of challenged my ability to focus.She was stunning, but not in an overdramatic way. She wasn’t painted up with makeup like a lot of girls, seemed she had the bare minimum on her face. Her hair was full and shiny, unlike the Hawkettes who always seemed to be highly flammable with a ton of spray, gel, or mousse.Morgan was a little larger than the girls I usually went out with, but not in a repulsive way. She looked like she’d be able to handle herself in a fight and then turn around and be a big turn-on in the bedroom with the large breasts and nice round ass that I could spank all night.I focused back on the hand-out and tried to control the hard-on I was getting from all the images that had just flashed through my mind.There were tons of lines to be filled out on each of t

As we made our way up to the lunch line, I saw Morgan standing with her two friends. She looked agitated by whatever the one girl was saying to her.Jason nudged me and nodded towards the three girls I’d already seen. I just waved him off like it was no big deal, but kept her in my side vision just to see what she was doing.Our group sort of cut the line in front of other students who’d probably been standing there awhile, but I wanted to get closer to hear what Morgan and the other girl were talking about. Of course with the guys being obnoxiously loud and Morgan’s friend whispering, I couldn’t really make out too much of the conversation.For the next five minutes, I tried lip-reading and found out my skill wasn’t very good. I could only make out certain words, mainly the word no was used a lot.Morgan knew I was there, she looked right at me. I tried to be as friendly as I could, shit I probably even looked like a total g

Ethan was parked two rows away from my car, a newer model Kia that was a dark green color. It was Clarissa’s hand-me-down car that was given to me after she got her convertible.Ethan’s car was an older Mazda. It was a faded blue color with chipped paint all along the sides. Ethan opened the door to his car. “Just follow me, okay.”I nodded and walked over to my own car. As soon as I got in and settled, Ethan spun tire out of the parking lot.I followed behind. He only lived a short distance from the school, so the whole overall drive took less than ten minutes.There were two cars parked in the driveway of the home that I would’ve never thought belonged to his family. It was slightly run down with lots of half-torn apart engines and appliances spread about the side yard.The home itself was a small vinyl-sided one-story that looked like it could use a painting or two. Like Ethan’s car, the color was

After I’d got done talking to Ethan’s adorable little sister, he finally invited me inside. He walked really fast, and I had no idea where he was leading me, but it was evident that Ethan didn’t want to be around his parents right now.It was such a different atmosphere here than at my own house. There weren’t any lights on, no one came to welcome us back home, and it smelled like old beer and cigarette smoke. Not that I’d ever done any of those things, but it was a smell that I couldn’t forget from a party that my aunt had last summer.Ethan opened another door and waved me on through. The light flickered on, and I saw that he had brought me to his bedroom.The well-kept, clean room was not one that I expected to see. The bed was made and had a fresh dark blue comforter nicely folded down to show three large pillows. There was a computer desk off to the side with a wooden chair pushed underneath. A flat-screen TV sat on a bla