Everyone in this story, though fictitious, is 18 yrs old and over. Purely fictional story with no intention to offend viewers.
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Stacey-Rae Keeton's life was stuck in a rut. Worse than this morose fact was that not only was her life stuck but she was acutely aware of it. The plans and momentum she had felt building as her high school graduation came closer and closer had quickly dissipated as her gap year began to feel like it might become gap
years.
She had had a plan in the beginning. In fact it could even be more accurately described as a list. She had wanted to 1. Get a stable gap year job 2. Buy a car with stable gap year money 3. Work on her portfolio for art school 4. Get out of her parents' house 5. Reach "serious relationship" status with her boyfriend Nick.
Now five months into the gap year this list was looking like a lost cause. She was still babysitting for a pitiful amount of cash. There was no way she could buy a car and was stuck with her older brother's decrepit orange bicycle to get around. She couldn't seem to produce any art worth saving let alone showing. Her parents stopped planning their expanded bathroom that was supposed to take away space from her room. She guessed that even they had no hope she would be moving out anytime soon. And finally Nick had dumped her two days after graduating. That was the failure that stung the most for Stacey. She couldn't help but think back on that night at least twice a day. She had known that her conservativeness had been testing his patients for a while but she had thought that he had understood. Apparently he didn't. He had taken her on a drive to the lake at sunset and a second after putting the car in park he was feeling her up full throttle. Not that this had bothered Stacey, but when he started pulling his pants off he had crossed the line she had tried to explain to him before- no ring, no sex.
Nick had tried to sway her views on the matter many times. Often he would joke about her virginal status in front of friends in the hope he would shame her into changing her mind. Far from making her sway all his antics had only made her resolve firmer. She would wait. Her parents were strict Seventh Day Adventists and many of their ideas rubbed off on her from a young age. Besides she had wanted to give herself to the man of her dreams, and in her imagination that could only be her future husband, her very own price charming.
Today the feeling of failure was particularly intense; it would have been her and Nick's second anniversary. She had woken up with an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach. When finally she felt she could lay in bed no longer she had rolled straight to her laptop to look at his facebook page. She briefly considered sending him a message but the idea of trying to impress him quickly stifled that urge. How could she impress him now? His wall was stacked full of pictures of him and scantily clad college girls. They obviously were not raised Seventh Day Adventist. She sighed and rolled away from temptation. After getting dressed and evaluating herself in the mirror she couldn't help but to compare herself to those girls. While they were tan and glowing she was petal-pale and freckled. Their hair was highlighted and wavy like mermaids and hers was Pin straight and carrot red.
Their blue/brown eyes were framed with glittering powders and mascara, her hazel eyes blinked at her makeup free, not even chap stick covered her puffy pink lips. She ran her hand over her flat, ab-less, stomach and groaned. They were Barbie, while she was Braveheart. Their bodies were rail thin and angular, and belonged on magazines. Her petite body was soft and curved. Her only consolation was her breasts. She felt dirty for even admitting it to herself but her tits were her favorite feature. They swelled to a healthy DD and were softer than a baby's ass. Sometimes when she was alone in her room she would pull them free of her bra and massage them until her nipples were as hard as concrete. Thinking about it now made her blush in shame and excitement. She half wanted to pull them out now and play with their squishy handfuls but a look at the clock put her in check. She had half an hour to bike to the Elementary school to walk her Thursday, Friday kids home. She sighed and gave her mounds a wistful look before heading downstairs.
It took her twenty five minutes to get to the school. While she waited she pulled out her phone and played dozens of solitaire games, trying not to think of Nick. Not long later Luke and Leona, second grade fraternal twins, came running out of the doors at the sound of the bell.
"Hey superstars." Stacey greeted them as they made it to her side. She grabbed her bike with one hand and Leona's small hand in her other. Leona, knowing the familiar routine grabbed Luke's reluctant hand. "One thing you learned today. Luke you're first."
"If you take the sticker off the book the buzzer doesn't happen in the library." He replied kicking pebbles as he walked.
Stacey, long used to Luke's shenanigans only shook her head. "What about you princess?"
Leona gasped in excitement "I saw a butterfly being born."
"Very cool."
The walk to the Devon's house took no less than five minutes. And from the moment they made it to the door the day began to slip by in that comforting normal way. Stacey got to homework, play, dinner, bathes, and bed without a single thought of Nick. But once Seven-thirty hit she felt restless. She began looking around the house for something to do. Soon looking became cleaning. She began wiping tables with paper towels and straightening chairs and cushions. A loud slam of the front door startled her so much that she knocked a vase off the mantle and it shattered on the floor.
"Is everything okay?" Mr. Devon called, jogging into the living room.
Stacey blushed a deep scarlet. Not from her clumsiness but from the dozens of condoms that were strewn throughout her mess on the floor.
"Oh, sorry about that Stace." Mr. Devon laughed easily. "Let me help you with that." He walked to the kitchen giving Stacey-Rae a chance to compose herself. She was flustered to say the least, but quickly dropped to her hands and knees to start scooping up the mess. She heard footsteps behind her and glanced back to catch Mr. Devon looking right at her ass. She dropped her eyes back to the porcelain-condom combination. A second later he was on the ground next to her with a trash bag and a zip lock bag. "We put them here so the kids would stop finding rubbers in our bedside drawers. Never thought about the jar knocking over." He started sorting the condoms into the zip lock and the broken pottery into the trash sack.
"I am so sorry Mr. Devon." She began to say, her voice shaking slightly. It was so embarrassing, what was worse was the stupid blushing she couldn't contain each time she grabbed a condom for the save pile.
"Don't worry about it honey. Not much of a use for them lately anyways. Tatiana and I are in a bit of a dry spell."
All Stacey could think to respond with was a small squeak of acknowledgment and a nod of her head. She couldn't help but feel that every once in a while Mr. Devon's eyes would dart down her shirt as she leaned forward. The thought of him sneaking a peek at her tits made her shiver with an unknown emotion. They quietly continued to pack away the mess and then Mr. Devon went to throw the trash sack into the disposal leaving Stacey to hold the bag of condoms awkwardly. He strode back in a second later. His tie had disappeared and the top button of his collar was undone. Stacey found herself staring at his dark chocolaty neck wondering briefly if his skin was as soft as hers. She blinked, amazed at her disgusting curiosity. Looking back at his face she knew he had seen her gaze.
