Senior Highs

This is my first erotic story, please review.

This is a story about two people, 18. The names of the people in the story are changed to protect identities. My name is Jason, and I am a senior in high school. I have a lot of friends, and I’m about to have a couple better ones…

So I ride the bus to school. Even though I have a great car, and a KTM 200 EXC that I can ride on the road, I just like seeing my friends everyday. Recently, I have started driving to school. Now one of my friends, Kell, is a junior but she’s 18. Don’t ask me how, but she is.

I love my girlfriend. Her name is Bailey, and she is very open about relationships. As long as it’s no strings attached we can fuck whoever we want. We have been together for about 3 years and we’ve gone through a lot. We had a pregnancy scare, but now we are good. She is about 5’6″, with 36D tits and the most bubbly ass you could ask for. We are a great couple and have a lot of fun.

Now I’m not bad looking. I’m 6’4″, and I’m muscled. I’ve got a 6 pack, and I’ve won state at wrestling my junior and senior year. I’m about 8.5 inches Long and 2 inches thick. I’ve been an open bisexual since my freshman year.

Now back to Kell. She is about 6′, one of the star basketball players. She has brown hair, and a beautiful face. She has 38DDD tits, and an ass to love. We have flirted a couple times, but nothing more.

I’ve had a suspicion for a while that she wanted more, but didn’t know for sure. This was as good a time as any to find out.

Recently, I have been bored with the public transport system. It’s annoying and hot, and now I have permission from my parents to drive to school. Kell notices this, and asks me desperately for a ride, because she doesn’t have a car. I joke around for a while but agree to take her.

“So I’ll pick you up at 630?” I ask. “Yeah sure. That otta work.” Man she is so hot. I don’t know how she does it. It’s the 2nd week of May, and she’s wearing jean shorts and a cut up t-shirt.

It’s the next morning, and I’m sitting in her driveway. She finally comes out, scrambling around. To my surprise, she’s still in her Pajamas, if you could call them that. She has a torn t-shirt, that you can see a black lacy bra through, and a pair of boxers on. “Damn Kell, didn’t realise you were going skimpy on pajama day!” I was always a bit more snarky than normal with her.