Chapter Thirteen -- Home for the Holidays "Hey cookie baby! I'll be up on December 9th to pick ya' up and bring you back to Brockville for Christmas break. Your Dad told me to use his car and make sure the trunk was empty for the fifteen pillow cases of laundry your Mom is expectin' to bring back with ya'! Hah, hah, hah!" "Why isn't he coming up, Sasq?" "...
Soon after Chuck left, I slipped into some sweatpants, a t-shirt, and seriously began to straighten my place up. I was on that good ol' proverbial Cloud 9 after my wonderful and unexpected night (and morning), and the butterflies in my stomach were giving me just the energy boost I needed. Within a few hours time, my living room was starting to come together...
I opened my eyes to morning light filtering into the hotel bedroom. Bruce's white noise machine was still putting forth its synthesized ocean noises. I reached over and turned the volume down, yawned and stretched. Next to me Charlie was still asleep, as were Bruce and Lloyd in the other bed. I looked at the clock. Seven-thirty. Kind of early for a Saturday...
Lana’s birthday party was going pretty good when I got there. I met her relatives - an aunt and uncle. Gayle was there along with a fair number of other girls. I recognized some of them from school. The others were probably from church or daughters of her parent’s friends. Looking around, I realized that there was a lot of nice looking teenage pussy in the r...
Despite the fact that my brain had had little time to float back down to the real world from the craziness of the past 14 hours with Daniel, the debilitating cold of Boston had an instant and sobering effect on me. In the South, the entire city shuts down when there is a projected 1/2 inch of snow in the forecast. The schools close and everyone makes a mad d...
It was Sunday morning and I decided to text Drew, Aaron, and Kurt. [Shane]: Hey, guys. Since we haven't gotten together for a while and I miss you, how about doing breakfast or lunch? At least, that's what I told them. They didn't need to know the truth—Donovan was working and I needed to distract myself. It wasn't until I stepped out of the shower tha...
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It was that next Friday night and Maddy and I were snuggling on the couch together getting stoned. Such was our preferred method of stay-in style weekends. We'd gone out a number of times throughout the week. We specifically wanted to talk in public about our crazy new obsession with Tom. We'd spent that whole week having all sorts of amazing sex. We'd bee...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: While each chapter is a story in its own right, you will probably enjoy this episode much more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapters 1-6 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. This is the final chapter in this series, but not of the story overall. The story will continue with...
Many, many thanks to Xie_Lei, whose help with editing, pacing and figuring out a title can't be overstated. You did a wonderful job putting up with me. :) This is my first one-shot story for Literotica—no interminable, long-awaited chapters, yay! I'm sure my regular readers will appreciate not having to wait. Thank you so much for reading, and please feel fr...