Author's note and acknowledgements
This story has sat on my hard drive for four years now.
I wrote it, all twenty chapters and 95,000 words of it in eight days of a frenzied, near trance-like state, sitting on my couch with my wife's laptop. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat.
When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of things: one, I had just written a fucking novel in a week, whoa. Two, it seemed to be pretty damn good, double whoa. And three, what the hell was I going to do with it?
I tried editing it, I even enlisted the help of a Lit-Editor, who was invaluable for early editing, and confirming it was in fact, pretty good, or readable at least. I spent several months then, editing, unashamedly forcing it on writer friends to read, regular friends to read, and total strangers on writer boards. Everyone had different opinions of course, as people do, but all of them seemed to think it was pretty good, and I should probably try to do something with it.
So I spent another year trying to sell it.
Well nothing happened.
And I can't blame them, agents and publishers. It's kind of a niche story, hard to market. It's got too much sex for a coming age story, too much teenage drama for adult fiction, and not a single word about vampires or bondage to make it work as erotic fiction.
So it's sat on my hard drive for four years. I'll occasionally open it up, tinker with a line, or try to figure out how to re-work it into something more marketable. I always end up wasting a weekend trying to figure out how to change it, without losing the essence of the thing which I, and several others, feel is, "pretty good."
So fuck it. Here you go Literotica. I just want people to read it. I want people to get to know Jack the way I did. Writing his life made me feel like I was a part of it. He's a pretty good guy, I wish I knew him in real life.
So NEXT, some disclaimers.
This is a coming of age story. Which means first it starts out when the characters are too young to have sex (on literotica.) So there's no sex for a couple chapters. I hope that's okay. Second, this is a novel length story, including the prologue and epilogue, there are twenty-one chapters in all. Some are longer than others, and there is not a sex scene in every one. (Though some have more than one.) More importantly, sex is a thing that happens, it's not written to be titillating, but rather just as events in Jack's life.
So there you go. It's a story with sex in it, not a story about sex. I think it's pretty good anyway.
If you have not read the first chapter, please click on my profile and pick the story up at the beginning, its better that way, trust me.
*****
I pulled into Kimmy's driveway almost exactly an hour after she'd called me.
Kim lived in the same part of town as Anna and Beth: nice, but not in the same class as Abby; none of us lived there. It still was on the other side of town from me though, so I'd had to rush to get ready. I'd showered, changed, and put on just a tiny bit of cologne. I'd heard the girls complain about the guys who splashed it on heavy. I actually listened a lot when they thought I wasn't.
Kimmy met me half way up her porch and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Hey Jack."
"Heya, uhm, ready?" Okay, lame question, because she was standing out on the porch waiting for me, but I was still gathering my wits. She was dressed to party at least. She had a tight, sapphire blue strapless dress on; it came far enough down that it covered everything fully, but not so far down that it threatened to get near her knees. With as tall as she was, it showed off her long legs very, very well. I gulped. Okay, she was damn hot. I often forgot just how hot when Beth was around.
"Yeah, let's party, Birthday Boy!" she grinned at me and went around to get in the passenger side of the car. I'd meant to beat her there and open it, but that didn't seem to be working out.
"Uhm, shouldn't you tell your parent's you're leaving?" I asked, going to the driver's side.
"Nah, they know I'm going with you. Everything's cool," she said offhandedly.
Ah. I see. This was still going to be a friend-zone date after all.
I sighed and pushed disappointment out of my head.
I was going to have a good time. I was not going to ruin Kimmy's evening at least. I remembered how I'd felt driving my prom date home early. I wasn't going to do that to her. Just another evening out with my friend. I could do that.
I settled back in the driver's seat and she leaned over and planted a kiss right on my lips.
I was, needless to say, a little shocked. I might have even flailed my arms a little. Straight up Michael J. Fox in
Back to the Future
in the 'parking' scene.
And she kept kissing me, moving her lips against mine softly. They were warm and slightly tacky; her lip gloss I guess. They tasted faintly of cherries. Somewhere in the middle of what had to be the longest thirty-second kiss in history, I started to relax and kiss back. I moved my lips in a matching motion to hers and leaned into it a little. Okay. Okay this was a real fucking kiss. I liked this. I really liked this. I could smell her perfume, light and flowery. Her breath was minty.
She pulled back, and her lip gloss was only slightly smeared; I'd been imagining much worse.
I was breathless and very relieved to see she was smiling brightly.
"What..." I gasped, okay, still breathless. I wiped my lips; they were wet. "What was that for?"
She shrugged which, by the way, was awesome in a strapless dress.
"This is a date. I figured we should establish that right from the start, otherwise it wouldn't be different from any other time we hung out."
I couldn't help it, I laughed.
She looked confused.
"Sorry, Sorry, Kimmy, but after that kiss - there's no way I could think of you as a friend tonight."
