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.
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Anna and I had an odd relationship.
That's right, I'm backing up again.
Context is everything friends. In stories, in relationships; in life.
Context is everything.
Anna and I had an odd relationship. To start, we were the best students of the group. She was pretty damn smart actually, but she hated the homework part of school. She still managed great test scores because she was amazing at taking tests and last minute cramming. So she had the highest GPA of the group after mine. We'd taken a couple of AP classes together, and when the group had study sessions (which was fairly often as finals for each year crept up), she'd not only study with me, rather than me tutoring her, she'd help me with the others. Beyond that she wasn't that into school though. I'm pretty sure she made honor roll our sophomore and junior years though.
Anna liked to party. I mean, that's pretty apparent at this point in the story, but when we were first getting going I was always kind of in awe of her. She managed to have this amazing social life, get invited to tons of parties, go to them (and bring us along too) and still make honor roll while being on cheer, soccer, and track. That first year, after Beth, she was the one I fantasized the most about.
She was unbelievably sexy of course. I mean
of course
. All of them were, but she had this super athletic thing going that meant she was always tight and toned, with a great tan from spending so much time outdoors. Even as athletic as she was, she had amazing breasts. Not as amazing as Beth's from my perspective, but way bigger than Kimmy's, or even Abby's. She had to wear double sports bras and strap them down for sports. I was sixteen. You notice these things. Plus she talked about them a lot.
I have learned that all woman obsesses about their breasts to a degree. Some more than others obviously, but I'm convinced it's every bit as important to their sexual identity as a man's penis is to his. Size matters to the owner, more than the beholder I guess. Anna obsessed about hers a lot.
Sometimes she thought they were too big, and complained about her back aches and how they got in the way. Sometimes she thought they were just right, and would hold them up to see if I agreed - part of the teasing phase they'd all gone through with me. Sometimes she'd hide them under ace bandages and two sports bras, sometimes she'd put them on display in tiny little bikini tops that haunted my fevered hormonal brain. Whenever we'd go to the beach during the summer, she was always the one in the most daring suit with little triangles over just the naughty bits. Even during beach volleyball, which she and the other girls loved to play against each other, they'd be on display in tight, tiny tops. That was a spectator sport, let me assure you. She and Abby would dominate Kimmy and Beth most of the time. But I cheered for all of them.
Of all of them, she was the one that had flirted the most with me before Kimmy and I got together. But it was always the most cruel too, the kind that would leave me wondering and panting in confusion from the mixed signals. She was Lucy to my Charlie Brown, always pulling the ball out at the last minute and leaving me laying in my bed feverishly jerking off thinking, "Oh good grief."
She'd toned it down a little after Kimmy and I, but not a lot. In someways it got worse when Kimmy wasn't around, but I think I had a little more defense against it at that point, because I could throw Kimmy in the way of the conversation and Anna would take her ball away and back down. I don't think it ever even occurred to me that her flirtatious teasing might have gone anywhere at some point.
Then she admitted she'd had masturbatory fantasies about me. Then she walked in on Kimmy and I and invited herself into our bed. Then she'd pulled me on top of her so I could fuck her.
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Sunlight woke me.
Warmth spread across my face and golden red light flooded through my closed eyes.
I was coated in layer of almost dried sweat and slime. My head pounded with the worst hangover I'd ever experienced. I was nauseous, not just in my stomach, but from head to toe. Seriously, even my toes felt like they were going to be sick. I opened my eyes and was surrounded by naked girl. Kimmy was laying with her head nestled in my armpit, and there was a pretty large puddle of drool pooling under my bicep. She had her arm over my stomach. Her make up, so prettily done up for prom, was smeared everywhere, giving her a kind of strung out, rock star look.
Anna, on the other hand, was still here. She was laying down with her head against one of my thighs like a pillow. I noticed with quite a lot of embarrassment that she was exhaling just inches from my cock, and I could feel her hot breath on my scrotum every couple of seconds. She was totally naked as well, and her large, ample breasts lay heavy and exposed in my direction. If I hadn't been so embarrassed, sick, and hung over, I probably would have taken more time to ogle them. I sat up as carefully as I could, I didn't want to wake either of them. I hissed as someone hit my head with a rubber mallet several times as I sat up.
On the nightstand were three bottles of water, and a bottle of aspirin.
Who had gotten those?
