This story is about a homely girl who's smart as a whip and a guy who has two strikes against him, he's anything but handsome and not the sharpest pencil in the drawer. We encounter less than beautiful men and women daily, they all want the same thing everyone else does, to be accepted, loved, and happy. This story is not an indictment or the "shaming" of any particular segment of society, it's a story about people who exist all around us.
I based the characters and incidents on things I witnessed in life. The girl I named Ester had a locker three from mine in high school and was very much as I describe her, she did become a surgeon and moved back to our area. The accident is based on an incident with a friend of mine who was indeed hit by a dump truck. The hapless male character is based on a guy from a neighboring town that my cousin dated for a month in her senior year, in the end he and Ester did marry and carried on in a similar fashion to what I've written. The sex scenes and conversations are of course a figment of my imagination, hopefully you'll like it in the end.
All those participating in sexual activity are 18 or older.
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We were a month away from graduation when I got the phone call. I was curious as to why Reginald Schulz had told me to come by his place and just walk in, the front door would be open. It wasn't as though he and I were friends, we knew one another through our younger years in Scouting, but that ended in our mid-teens. Our parents were close, thus it was expected of us to be friendly to each other. When he turned 18 in December he had a huge party, one which I was not invited to, when I turned 18 in January seven kids out of thirty I invited showed up at my party long enough to eat and leave. Ester had turned 18 a week after I did, she didn't have a party.
Reginald and I were not friends, or buds, or anything of the sort, he lived in his world, I lived in mine. He was smart, always on the honor roll and very popular, he ran with what might be called the "in" crowd. Tall, slender waist, athletic build, wavy blonde hair, active in sports and basically every high school girl's heart throb. On the other hand, there was me, not even close to the sharpest pencil in the drawer, I squeaked through graduation by the skin of my teeth. Had it not been for my math teacher tutoring me the last six months of school, I would never have gotten a final grade of C and become eligible for graduation, which at that time was three weeks away.
The only shining light in my corner was that I am big, I mean six foot four big in height with a body to match. I have never been considered cool in the slightest sense, I was simply tolerated because I was an all-state guard and center fielder in baseball. I wasn't ugly, but I sure as hell wasn't one of the pretty boys either. The monikers for me were generally along the lines of "dumb jock, loser, and weirdo". The only reason I had a date for homecoming my junior year is because I was voted king and the girl voted queen had to go with me. Other than that, I never had what would have been called a date.
I'd only been to Reggie's a few times before when my folks were visiting his, he was always in his room playing video games of some sort, which was where I thought I would find him. It was six weeks after my 18
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that I got my eyes opened wide concerning my parents and his. I'd been invited to go to a water park over the weekend with one of the few friends I had and his family. What we ate Friday night did not sit well with any of us, by mid-morning Saturday we were all was sicker than a dog, it was coming out of both ends.
Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds decided we should leave and headed for home dropping me off on the way. Though it was early evening I noticed the house was dark except for my parent's bedroom light, Mr. Reynolds offered to come in with me, I convinced him I was okay. The diarrhea had stopped before we left the water park but we were still vomiting occasionally on the way home. I was worn out, tired, dehydrated, looking forward to a shower, and bed. When I walked in it seemed unusually quiet except for noise coming down the stairs, as I ascended the stairway, I realized it was coming from my parent's bedroom.
The door was more than halfway open, imagine the shock of seeing my naked mom bent over the easy chair with Mr. Schulz behind fucking her for all he was worth, I could see his dick going in and out through the tufts of hair surrounding her pussy. Her tits were swinging, she was moaning loudly interspersed with "fuck me Howie, harder". Looking beyond her to the bed was my dad hammering Mrs. Schulz with her ankles on his shoulders, her pussy was as bald as a baby's butt, his dick sliding in and out rapidly while she joined in my mother's encouragement of her lover (my dad) "So deep Phil, so deep, cum in me, cum for me Phil".
Within seconds both men were grunting and groaning, stabbing their cocks into their partners pussy one last time as they emptied their balls. The women were no less vocal, emitting loud Ahhhh's and other assorted female orgasmic sounds. It was as if I had been frozen in time, I couldn't move, my mind was trying to process what my eyes were seeing. I finally regained enough composure and spoke out. In a tentative and questioning voice, I said.
"Mom?"
Time stood still for a mini second before the room was a flurry of bodies trying to cover and me being told to go to my room. The Schulz made a fast exit, followed by my folks coming to my room. To their shame they explained to their 18-year-old son how the four of them were exclusive swingers, basically telling me it was those four and no more. I sat slack jawed realizing I'd not only seen my mother nude, but that I'd watched my folks fucking someone else. I said nothing during their futile explanation, when they finished my mom asked.
"Are we okay Larry? This doesn't mean your father and I don't love each other or that we're upset because you saw us. You're old enough to know these situations exist, you're a young man now, I know you understand."
I nodded once and asked them to let me go to bed. Needless to say, what little sleep I got that night was only because I'd been sick for over twenty-four hours and my body was exhausted. In the morning my folks said nothing over breakfast, it was the usual grabass and messing around they generally did with each other every Sunday morning. Had I not seen it with my own eyes I would not have known there'd been a cock other my dads stuffed in my mother's cunt twelve hours ago, or that my dad had his dick buried in a pussy other than mom's.
From that day forward not another word was said, things were awkward whenever both sets of parents attempted to put on a good front if our families were together, Reggie never figured it out, but I certainly knew. I think they started renting a room elsewhere after that incident, I never caught them again. So here I was walking down the hall to Reggie's room with no other sounds than those emitting from his open bedroom door. About ten feet from his door I heard.
"No. Stop, please. You're hurting me. Stop."
Standing in the doorway I witnessed Reggie taking Ester Dobbins virginity. Her blouse was open, her bra pushed up, her panties were dangling from an ankle, her skirt was bunched around her waist and her legs were open only far enough for him to enter her. She was motionless, crying, tears flowing down her blank face, staring at the ceiling begging him to stop. Neither realized I was there. I looked to the right at Reggie's dresser and saw what I thought I would, his phone propped against a book and in record mode.
Her cries brought me back to my senses, "No, please don't ejaculate inside me. I don't want to get pregnant."
Hearing Reg tell her, "Take it bitch, when I cum inside I'll own your pussy."
