This is my second attempt at a story. It is not the most well written, but I have wrote it in the best way I know how... for now. I want to improve upon my syntax and style in the future of course.
For now, I hope you enjoy it and if it is even a little well received, I have a more complex and interesting story to continue with that I hope will make it an interesting series with a few bumps along the way. Enjoy it anyway, and as always I would love to hear your feedback so I can improve on my next attempts. -- MisterNoName
Edited 03-May-2012 -- Thank you to Mountainsboyca for pointing how my sloppy errors!
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I woke up that morning with a familiar groan as I rolled over in bed and felt across my bedside table until I could turn the alarm off. I pulled the cover up over my head to block out the summer's bright morning sunlight and tried to get back to sleep. It was useless though as I resigned to my inability to return to slumber and simply pushed the cover from my body and swung my legs to off of the bed. Scratching my naked scrotum, I yawned and stared at the mirror sitting across the room on the wall. I surveyed my body in the morning sunlight and frowned at myself. I was small, standing at only 5'8" and had not a toned muscle in sight. I was in no way fat and even for my size my shoulders were fairly broad but I was still not happy with my body. There was no reason to do anything about it at that time, of course.
Running a hand through my long and unkempt hair, I rose from my bed and opened by bedroom door into the windowless, and thus dark, hallway beyond. I turned the light on and sighed to myself. I was alone in the house as I always was when I woke up. I never had lessons until after ten in the morning and by that time both my parents were out working and my two younger brothers were already at school.
I showered, shaved and tried to do something with my hair before I gave up completely and stalked off back to my bedroom to get dressed and force myself into sixth form for the last few lessons of the year before exams. The attire I chose was simply a blue chequered shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans with my dark blue vans for trainers. I rarely wore much different.
The journey to school was uneventful also. I listened to my iPod and slouched back on the almost vacant bus as I crept slowly through London towards the old, decrepit, hospital-like building and towards another day of mindless, boring lessons and rubbish.
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"Hi," I mumbled as I saw Rose enter the room to the Psychology lesson.
I looked her up and down. Rose was not her real name; I could not pronounce her real name so I resigned to simply calling her Rose for ease, just like everyone else. Whilst her name was hard to say, looking at her took no difficulty. She was small, about 5'2" and was very slim. Her hair was only about shoulder length and she had it tied back into a pony tail. Rose's breasts were the true attraction to her. Her dark brown eyes had nothing on the cleavage which always spilt free from her top. It was a perfect line and you could always just about make out the very edges of the fabric that was her bra. I always thought it a major pity I was in the 'friend zone' with Rose. I would like to have given something so much more a shot.
"Hello," she cheerily replied as she sat on my right and was shortly followed by a second girl who went by the name Sara.
She had dyed hair which often changed colour but on that day was a dark brown, almost black with the bright blonde highlights. She had a body that was even slimmer than Rose's but she had much smaller breasts which did not take away from her stunning look as she still made sure her breasts were not an unattractive feature. However, her face was the most attractive feature of Sara. She was Asian, with dark swirls of brown for eyes and large, rounded cheeks. She had too many dimples to count which all came out in their beautiful way when she smiled a wide, white smile.
"Hi," she too said cheerily as she sat on my other side.
The lesson did not take long and we were soon sitting on the tables in an empty classroom chatting to one another during out free period that followed. "Damian" (By the way, my name is Damian) Rose said, stretching out her body into an arch and pushing her chest into the air as I took a quick look, "first," she continued, "stop looking at my boobs." I blushed and meekly tried to speak but was quickly spoke over, "Second, you're skipping your next lesson and meeting one of my friends with Sara and I, got it?"
I nodded my head. I hated going to Economics anyway; it was an incredibly boring lesson. Plus, it gave me more time to stare at Rose's boobs -- rule one: never turn that down.
I should also probably take this time to explain something about myself that may or may not have been obvious to you by now. I was a virgin and mostly because of my ability with girls. I'll grant you, both the aforementioned women were
hot
and I was friendly with them, but I could not think for a second how I would ever possibly get one of them to sleep with me.
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An hour later and we were walking out of the old building and down the street towards the local town centre. On the way, we stopped off at an off-license and bought some alcohol (what was a social situation without being a little tipsy?) before continuing on and towards the river on the other side of the town where the Thames divided one town from another. We sat on the riverbank and stared out at the water or stared up at the clear blue sky for a while before Rose's friend finally arrived, coming down the path we had followed earlier and calling out a loud call to Rose as she did so.
She was about an inch smaller than me with dark hair and very light skin. Her eyes were dark brown and she had a friendly smile which she always tilted her head to one side when she showed. Her body was bigger than Sara's and Rose's but she was not fat. Rather, she had a much filler figure which made her breasts about the same size as Rose's but appear wider. She did not hide those breasts as she wore a plain white top which was cut low enough to reveal the very edge of a black bra and plenty of cleavage. Her bottom half was covered in a pair of jeans which she had tucked her top into and hugged onto her arse -- which was definitely the best arse of the three girls, both wide and full. Another girl I was sure I was never going to sleep with.
"Hi," she said, smiling at each of us in turn as Rose introduced her.
I fumbled my words as I tried to speak and Sara saved me by saying her own hellos. (They had apparently met before.) "Hi," I finally managed to say with an awkward smile.
"That's Damian, by the way," Rose said, introducing me as I quite clearly failed to do it for myself. "Let's drink and play 'Never Have I Ever.'" Fuck.
