Hello, this is my first story that I have ever posted on the internet for a public audience to view. I would appreciate all of the positive and negative feedback that everyone has to offer. I dont judge others for their interests and I definitely do not discriminate them for their interests either.

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I am a constantly-horny teenage male who enjoys writing stories as much as reading them. My stories are based off of my day-to-day fantasies. I do not copy any other peoples’ stories, and never intend to.

Without Further Ado
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A Change Of Plans
Chapter One

In February of 2003, Allison and I started dating. I took her to many expensive, exsquisite, and interesting places. I was 22 years of age and Allison was also 22 years of age, but born a month and 2 days later. We met in highschool, I wrestled, and she played volleyball. We would see each other in the Gymnasium three or four times a week, most of the time after my practices, which was right before hers started.

After highschool, Allison and I both went to the University of Michigan, she wanted to become a nurse, while I focused on working in the automotive industry, as a clay model sculpter. Occasionally Allison and I would pass on campus and discuss various things about our classes.

One day when we passed, I noticed she had nothing with her, which was very unusual as we always had large amounts of assignments to do. I grabbed her by the arm and attempted to strike up conversation with her, but she pulled away and ran away crying.

I was confused, as I had never seen Allison cry in all of the times that I had seen her. I suspected something was upsetting her and followed her to her dorm room. When I arrived at the door to her dorm room, all I could hear was sobbing from the other side of the door.

I attempted to open the door, but it was locked. I heard a voice which I could not recognize, a man’s voice. Allison was still sobbing loudly, so I could not understand what the man was saying.