Life Chapter 1: Graduation Night
Graduation night marked the end of the longest relationship I had experienced in my short life. My girlfriend, Dixie, was leaving for college on the west coast in the morning. "Getting an early start" her family had called it. Her father secured her a job as a receptionist until the semester started, and her mother was sending her with a month's worth of groceries until she could buy her own.
The truth was, Dixie's family always thought of me as a bad influence, and wanted her as far away from me as fast as possible. If anything though, Dixie was a bad influence on me. I don't drink, smoke, do any drugs, or any of the other stupid shit that normal teenagers normally did, all of which Dixie did.
After receiving our diplomas, and talking with our parents, and telling our friends we'd see them at the party, Dixie grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the back of the school where students took smoke breaks between classes. "What're we doin back here babe?" I asked as she pushed me down on an old wooden chair. "You can smoke anywhere you want now, you're not a student anymore." I joked.
Dixie flashed a smile at me as she backed up a step, then unzipped her gown to reveal her tiny, nubile, tight and lightly tanned nude body to me and the night air. "The only thing I plan on smoking tonight is your cock." She answered roughly, licking her lips and pushing her bleach-blonde hair from her face. She stepped back to me, and leaned down to kiss me, pushing her tongue deep in my mouth as her hands went to work on my belt and zipper. Our tongues wrestled until she freed my dick from my boxers, then, true to her word, got on her knees and drug her bottom lip along the base of my cock.