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

    only 20 minutes or so from my house, including the stop to pick up Eric from his house. I craned down to check my reflection on the mirror and make sure I hadn't gotten uglier during my commute. Yup, my hazel eyes looked back at me while I straightened my shirt, a little small on my tall frame, and I pulled my belt tighter before checking the time on my phone. There was a text from my mom. Have a great first day of school, honey! Tell Eric I said hi. Love, mom. I typed out a quick reply and started walking toward the school. "Yo, Chris!" Eric laughed. "Forgetting something?" He held out the duffel bag that contained all my soccer stuff. "You'd think that with your memory, you wouldn't forget stuff like this." I snatched it from his hand, laughing. "You know it doesn't work like that, dude. My mom says 'hi', by the way." He was referring to my near-perfect recall. For as long as I could remember, I've been able to remember everything I put my mind to and nearly everything else, too. Last year, Eric liked to test me by having me memorize twenty-digit strings of numbers, which got kind of annoying after a while. He also had a tendency to call me various obscenities in Spanish, something that I'd picked up from him over the years. Eric himself was from Crofton Park, but his dad was from Valencia and his mom was from Barcelona, so he'd had a very cultured upbringing. Both of his parents taught in the language department at the local University. I don't know where this ability ...
    to effortlessly remember things came from --my parents don't have it and neither does my brother-- but it's really come in handy in school: I've never studied for a test. I don't have to. I remember everything the teacher says. I mostly use my memory to remember stupid stuff, though, like the fact that hippo milk is pink, or that Will Ferrell is from Irvine, California, or that the speed of light is 299,792,458 meters per second. But hey, I kick ass at Trivial Pursuit! Anyway, Eric and I ambled up the hill to school, falling in rank with the rest of the students dragging themselves onward. CPHS has about 2000 students, which may seem like a lot for a college town of about 75,000 people, but it's the only high school in town. I guess Crofton Park was just short of having enough people to warrant building another high school. It would probably feel more crowded if the school weren't massive: its three floors on each of three buildings took took up over half a million square feet. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed a little too loudly. "Is that Sara Ingram?" I pointed ahead, slightly to our right, at an attractive buxom girl with dirty-blonde hair who was standing near the doors to the school. "Yeah," Eric said. "She looks, um, different." I remarked, surprised. "Tetas grandes." Eric confirmed, extending his hands in to fondle imaginary tits and closing his eyes for a moment. I laughed. "Man, I expected that she would've changed, but not that much." I had gone to a private school called ...
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