1. She is the One (Part 18)


    Date: 10/14/2014, Categories: Fiction, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: jashley13, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    a song, Jack?” “Yeah.” Tara narrowed her eyes as well. “Why don’t you?” There’s the unspoken rule while driving that you don’t distract the driver. There should also be a rule about not shoving the driver into an awkward corner. “Uhhhh…um…well, we haven’t…uhhhh…” Kayla exploded in laughter. “I’m kidding,” she said, stroking my hand, “What’s your guys’ song?” Tara turned on the radio, pressed the button on her Ipod, and the song came on: “Holiday quiet on these streets Except for some stravin’ leaves That didn’t fall with the fall And now they clatter in vain…” ‘What About Everything?’ by Carbon Leaf . Never heard it? Check it out, it’s a really damn good song. Tara and I bellowed out the lyrics together while Alan and Amanda, who had heard our rendition of it many times (with my…ahem… unique vocal talents), plugged their ears. Kayla just listened with amusement. This was my first time actually going to Craig’s house and I expected it to be a whole lot bigger than it was, sort of like Jessica’s house. Turns out it was just a plain, two-story home with a wide garden and a porch that encircled the whole building. Okay, maybe not that plain and certainly a lot more expensive than our house was, but…still a lot more ordinary than I had been expecting. Becca’s car was in the driveway and its passengers were leaning against it, waiting for us. The driveway was large enough to fit three cars side-by-side but even so Joe made a great show of ‘dodging’ my car. “You done, Joe?” I asked ...
    as I climbed out of the car. “For now,” he said, then turned to give Tara a huge grin, “Hey Tara!” “Hey Joe,” she said politely, giving him a smile. “Becca, Belle,” I said, “This is my cousin, Tara.” They shook her hand. “Joe’s been talking about you a lot,” Belle said, throwing an unreadable look at Joe. “Oh, he has?” Tara said. Joe received a withering look from her and under the two girls’ glare, he seemed to deflate a bit. Becca was on her phone. “Who are you texting?” Amanda asked. “Craig.” I pointed at the house and raised an eyebrow. “We could just knock on the door.” “He told me to text him when we were all here,” Becca replied, dropping her phone in her pocket, “Craig’s being weird…er.” “Did he actually say anything to you or was it just an endless stream of texts making sure you were coming?” “You got those too?” Joe asked, “That’s all I’ve gotten from him since Wednesday.” “Well, since we’re sufficiently on pins and needles about Mr. Carson, let’s go see just how…” I made Craig’s hand gesture again, “he really is.” Craig’s parents weren’t home (one of the few actual pieces of information I had been able to yank out of Craig), which was good because I have no clue how they would react to seeing eight teenagers standing on their doorstep. Plus, I didn’t really want to deal with them if I didn’t have to; I imagine they were still a little pissed at me for fighting with Craig all that time ago. Was that really almost three months ago? Man, time flies. Craig opened the ...
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