1. Vector: Chapter One


    Date: 6/15/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, School, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: zxnoregretsxz69, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    we'll have to fly out to watch a home game, then." "That'd be great." Andrew smiled. When we finished dinner, everyone put away their plates and sat down in the living room to watch a nice family film: Pulp Fiction. We had already seen it a few times, but hey, you can't go wrong with gunshots and Samuel Jackson. Plus, we all knew it so well that, with the exception of my mom --she wasn't a big fan of violence, but watched anyways just to hang out with us-- we could quote all the best parts from heart, so the relative quiet of the house was occasionally broken by shouts of things like "A royale with cheese!" or "Say 'what' again!" After the movie, my dad walked Ralph, claiming that he needed to stretch his legs after the flight and drive, and my mom walked with him. I showered and changed into some basketball shorts and a t-shirt, but came downstairs to say goodnight to my mom and dad, whose bedroom was on the first floor. When I went back upstairs, I saw that I had gotten a text a couple hours ago from a number I didn't recognize. Confused, I sat down on the bed and opened the text. Chris. It's Sara. I need ur help. She had always been direct. It sounded like she was in danger or ...
    something, but Sara had also always been dramatic, so I had no idea what she meant. With what? A little bubble came up to indicate that she was replying, but went away as quickly as it had come. Sighing, I stripped off my shirt and put my phone down, about to turn it off. Then, the bubble came back. I sat on the bed and waited to see if it would go away again, creating a contact for her while I waited. I'll explain tomorrow before history. Get there early. What was I supposed to make of that? What? After she didn't reply for a few minutes, I turned off my phone and got into bed. "Who does she think she is, texting some bullshit like that?" I asked no one in particular. We hadn't been super close at Redwood --she had sort of considered me below her, but I'd made her laugh a few times-- so it was weird for her to contact me out of the blue. She'd completely ignored me at school today, so that made it even weirder. What could be so important that she had to find my number and text me at night about it, only to inform me that she had to tell me in person the next day? Also, why did she feel the need to involve me in her problems? And why should I care? Oh well; I'd find out soon enough.
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