A Note For My Readers,
This story is pure fabrication of my fucked up mind, written on my equally, if not more so, fucked up Dell laptop. Now, my usual type writing style isn't that of a "quicky" to get you to cum as quick as possible. I try to involve a bit of depth and actually have as much of a story/plot as the sex involved. In fact this part doesn't have any. If it isn't your cup of tea, no hard feelings. Click back and move to something that is more your style. But, I promise you, my dearest reader, that I will deliver some high emotional, erotic material. Although I take care to proofread I'm sure there will be a couple mistakes that I will miss. This I apologize for in advance. I invite constructive criticism and look forward to reading your comments and messages. All characters in my story that will get down and dirty are at least 18 years old of age. If I can't get the story from my brains and into the word processor on this out of date machine, then fuck it. It can't be done. This is my first submission, of many...hopefully. I hope you enjoy.
D.S.
Chapter One: A Few Geeks and a Dare
The final minutes of the final period of Friday were slowly ticking away. Mr. Benson taught geography as well as Brian could get laid. Rest assured, if you knew anything of Brian Fuller or his sex life you'd know how awful Mr. Benson is at teaching.
Brian tore his eyes away from the projection and glanced around the room. He sat in the far back of the last row directly next to the door. Once that bell struck he could make a quick retreat into the weekend, but it was a different reason why Brian chose his seat. More specifically the reason was a five foot two, blonde haired, blue eyed angel named Emily Stine. From his position he could stare at her all he wanted.
Emily wasn't just a ballet dancer, a cheerleader, or the fantasy of his masturbation sessions. She was actually a very sweet girl. One of the only girls who even acknowledged Brian was even alive. She would smile at him if their eyes ever met and greet him with a "Hey" or perhaps a sweet "Hello".
Her shoulder length hair was usually either pulled back into a pony tail or fell unrestricted framing her cute face, today being the first choice. Her yellow T-shirt with some logo Brian didn't recognize fit against her smaller breasts and waist. She wore shorts that left plenty of her fair skinned legs showing. She crossed her legs, shaking her flip flop back and forth as she attempted to listen to the lecture.
Brian however, was a different story. He stood at five eleven, and his black hair was a bit longer and unkempt. His black frame glasses were a bit crooked and frequently had to be pushed up the bridge of his nose. He was thin and lanky and his love of video games and SCI-FI made it a bit difficult for girls to enter his life. Much like his friends, he was an eighteen year old virgin. Not that he was ugly or anything though. Just certain choices he made determined that girls would clearly stay away from him.
"Do you have anything to add on the discussion, Mr. Fuller?" Hearing his name snapped him out of his dream state as he looked at his teacher with a blank stare.
"Anytime, Mr. Fuller." His teacher beckoned him, as if purposely making his last year of high school an even greater hardship. Some of his classmates glanced in his direction, a couple in honest trying to see what he had to say, and some snickering at him. Ugh.
Brian's hair stood on end as the bell rang, evoking a herd like response from the class. He sat in his desk as the room began to empty, and caught the eye of Emily as she stood and turned for the door. Her blue eyes...those deep ocean like eyes that stopped his heart whenever they met locked in on his, and she gave him a warming smile and she walked passed him and out the door for the weekend. Her perfume lingered moments after she had passed, smelling of some wild flower.
The warm Texas sun blasted down on him this September afternoon as he walked across the parking lot to the edge of the football field. His two closest friends, Travis and James, were already waiting for him. They all lived in the same neighborhood a few blocks passed the field. None of the boys owned their own cars but it was an easy enough walk.
Travis was around Brian's height and weight. He had short brown hair and was as socially awkward as the others. It was probably his acne scars that kept girls from getting to know him. He was quick witted and a hilarious person if you did.
James was a bit shorter and rounder than the other two. In fact it was probably only his weight that made girls over look him. But just like the rest of them, they all had their good qualities—too bad no one ever saw them.
They continued their talk until they all made their way to Brian's house. It was his turn to host their general geekfest.
It was just him and his mother, in a decent sized house. His mother was in her late thirties, but looked really young. She was a nurse at the hospital and worked a lot of hours. They got along rather well, his mother having a youthful personality to match. Always playing around and joking with him about girls and such.
"You'd never get her." James managed to say through a bite of pizza in his mouth. It had been a few hours of World of Warcraft raids and Call of Duty and the guys were talking about their most favorite subject, women.
"Yeah, she's a dancer and totally hot. She doesn't go for guys like us." Travis chimed in while playing the Xbox.
"I can dream though. Boom, headshot!" Brian responded, apparently murdering his friend in their game as a sort of payback for reminding him why he couldn't have Emily.
"I bet you'd be too chicken to even ask her out." James said almost to no one.
"I am too chicken. I'd almost do anything though." Sigh. Brian just wished he could spend some time with Emily. Anything that could get him close to her, so maybe she would see just how great of a guy he was.
"Anything? Would you do absolutely anything to get a once in a lifetime chance to get close to your true love?" James said with "lovey dovey" eyes, which earned him a punch from Brian.
"Join ballet." Travis said, with a serious look on his face.
"What? Get out of here. I'm not going to join ballet!"
"I DARE you to join ballet." James said with a grin.
"Not gonna happen."
"I'll throw in a hundred dollars." James replied eagerly.
