Note: This story is not a quick fuck. It is more of a romance than a few sentences that you can masturbate to. If you are looking for one long sex scene try another story (I will be putting one up shortly that is entirely sex) or just skip to the sex.
Catherine
"School's over. Now the real work can began." I lamented to my best friend, Ashley at the first graduation party of the year. I had to shout to be heard over the music and the shouts of a bunch of football players who already had picked out their fraternities.
"I thought you liked doing theater." Ashley said, trying to look like she was paying attention but she was clearly occupied elsewhere.
"I do but it's a lot of freaking work. I mean it's a different show with new costumes, lighting and sets every two weeks. And I'm going to be working my ass off in a non air conditioned cockroach infested school while you get to hang out in a bikini with Danny and Chris." Ashley laughed.
"Those losers? I was hoping for a college guy." I nudged her.
"They are college guys now." I reminded her.
"Well they still kiss like they are trying to clean my tonsils out."
Suddenly I spotted him. "I don't know. Some of them aren't so bad. Let me show you." And with a wink at Ashley I began to make my way through the crowd over to where he was standing.
He was tall with long hair that fell a little past his shoulders. His jeans hugged his butt and his shirt clung to his body emphasizing his abs. Every cliché I had ever heard (from the crappy romance novels I used to read before I got any action under the covers to the Disney movies I watched when I was younger) came swarming through my head at that moment. Especially when his eyes locked on mine. Before I could say anything to him though Cory Richards came on the scene.
"Catherine!" I cringed as heads swiveled in my direction. Attention. Just what I had been hoping to avoid. As if right on cue Cory's girlfriend Kelly appeared at his side.
"Was she invited? She doesn't even go to Lakewood." A crowd was beginning to form.
"She used to." Ashley said hotly. She was the typical best friend always having my back.
"Well the party is for people who graduated from Lakewood. Not some trashy private school for whores."
There was dead silence. Ashley turned to look at me expectantly. I had come a long way since then. But there was still some part of me who couldn't handle it. I left the party without another word.
Let's rewind. Imagine a short, skinny girl definitely not ugly but certainly not your typical blonde bimbo that gets elected homecoming queen (obviously I'm generalizing here). So I wasn't an ugly duckling but I wasn't exactly a swan either. And when you are in high school, it's tough for the people who aren't swans.
Especially after the torment started. At first it was the whispers. Then came the shoves. Over time it turned from subtle pushes to being knocked down flights of stairs. But even I could never see it ending the way it did.
Now several years later I still close my eyes as I replay my freshman year. And when I open them they are sparkling with tears.
Joe
The summer after I graduated from high school all I had lined up for me was sleeping, eating and jerking off to the large stash of porn I had accumulated over the four years of high school.
Unfortunately life had other plans. Two weeks into summer my mom informed me that she volunteered me to do the lighting for a local production of Grease.
"You got to be fucking kidding me." I complained. Mom glared at me.
"Watch your language young man. I was not the one who needed two extensions to get my community service hours in on time."
And it was because of that damn community service project that one week into summer I was already a slave to commitments that I honestly didn't care about. I had been hoping to put it off until college. Obviously that was not going to happen. I hate my life.
Even though I had set my alarm, I arrived at my first day of rehearsal late. The theater was just what I had expected. Stuffy, the air stale, the stage small and cluttered with dust and small pieces of rubble. The constant chatter of the cast was already starting to give me a headache. It was going to be a long week.
One of the older women at the front of the room caught sight of me. "Joe it is so nice of you to help us out! We were in a really tight spot until your mom offered."
"Oh it's nothing." I said making a mental note to kill my mom as soon as I got home.
"I'm Amy." the director and that is Lexie, the choreographer and Anthony our music director" She gestured toward two people who were having an argument over coffee brands.
"And this" she held out a black binder that gave me the feeling I was back in school "is your script. Mark it, highlight it, make notes in it- today you will just be observing as we do a run-through. Tomorrow we can try the show with lighting." She turned to the group of kids in the auditorium.
"Everybody on stage please!" I was almost knocked over as a bunch of kids stampeded past me.
Most of them looked to be in middle school but there were several that were in high school, maybe older. They were the ones who took their time getting to the stage laughing and joking and flirting with one another just like the characters in the show (yes I have watched the movie).
