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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By my nineteenth birthday, Anna and I were sleeping together.
Yeah, Kimmy and I were still together - mostly. I guess. We weren't officially broken up or anything. It was complicated.
Actually, twenty years later, it seems pretty simple.
After graduation Kimmy had to get a job, since she wasn't going to college. So she got a job as a waitress at a local diner. Being the low girl on the totem pole, she ended up with some pretty crazy shifts. When I'd pick her up after work, she'd be tired, grumpy from rude customers and smell like stale coffee and grease. She'd generally be in no mood to come hang out with the rest of us or even just me. By the end of the first month of summer, we'd hardly seen each other at all.
The other very big factor that strained our relationship, was my acceptance letter.
In September, I was headed off to Stanford.
At first when I'd gotten it we'd had a party for the five of us. Kimmy was super proud of me and I was still riding the high from commencement. By the end of that week though, she'd gotten moody, withdrawn, and depressed. I knew it was because I was leaving for a big fancy college and that she was staying to be a waitress, but there was nothing I could say.
All of us were leaving Kimmy actually. Beth had been accepted to USC, which was only about two hours away, but it was still 'Away', Abby had also decided on UC Berkeley, and worst of all - Anna was also going to Stanford.
I think it was the last part that bothered Kimmy the most. That Anna and I would both be going to the same school.
Anna was actually going on an athletic scholarship for track; which was a huge, huge deal. Stanford woman's athletic programs had turned out more Olympic gold medalists than any other college in the United States. I've kind of glossed over it, but Anna was a champion cross country runner, she'd taken fifth place in state our senior year. When your state is California, that's a pretty big deal.
Kimmy didn't take any of this well, so we started having fights. About little stuff. I don't even remember what most of it was about, but it made our time together uncomfortable, and I made less and less effort to make time for just the two of us.
Anna on the other hand, was plenty available.
About five weeks before mine and Beth's nineteenth birthday - which was another big planned party to send all of us off with a bang - Kimmy and I had a pretty intense fight. She said some hurtful words. I don't remember what they were, but it was on the way home from dropping her off at home from work. I just remember I left her in her drive way and drove away pissed. I had every intention of driving home, but some how, I ended up in front of Anna's house.
It was late, probably about one in the morning; Kimmy had been working the late shift. I sat in my car parked across the street wondering what I was doing here. Anna's bedroom light was still on. I had every intention of just turning the car back on and driving away as soon as the song on the radio was over, but then the front door opened and she came walking out toward me.
She was wearing an oversized jersey for the Lakers, and a pair of shorts and flip flops. I didn't really look at her as she walked up, until she knocked on the driver's side window.
I rolled it down and looked over at her. She was smirking.
"You going to come inside or sit out here all night thinking about it?" she asked.
"I hadn't decided," I said flatly.
"Let me help you," she said and leaned in and kissed me.
Goddammit, it was a sexy kiss; full of promise and desire, full of passion and need. Kimmy and I hadn't kissed like that in weeks.
We stopped kissing and I got out of the car in a daze. She took my hand and led me inside. We went into her room and she shut the door.
We kissed again. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, she folded into me like the world was ending. We kissed - and it was fucking sexy. I was cheating on Kimmy. I didn't care. I wanted Anna so very badly, and I knew she wanted me just as much.
I pulled her jersey off and she was naked underneath. Her breasts were full and heavy, so much larger than Kimmy's. I filled my hands with them and we fell onto her bed kissing.
She giggled and shushed me through her giggles. I grinned back and shushed her giggles with my lips. My shirt came off next and we pressed our bodies together. Her breasts were large, soft, and warm against my skin. Giggling turned into passionate panting, and panting turned into quiet moaning. I pulled her shorts off with a couple of quick tugs, and she lifted her ass up off of the bed to help me. I kissed my way down, stopping to lick and suck on her nipples roughly as I did.
