1. BMS 10


    Date: 1/4/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: Michael.F, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    avoid any violence in my life. Armed only with that information, I leaned in close to her ear and whispered as meaningfully as possible, "I never would." I released her arm and backed away. May looked at me. The next thing I knew, she was crying. She had completely broken down, falling to the floor in some kind of pile, sobbing her eyes out. Out of instinct, I pulled her up from the floor and helped her to the wall, where she sank down anyway. Feeling more pity for her than I probably should have, I sank down next to her. "I'm sorry." She choked out in between tears. "I just don't know what to do. I don't know." At this point, my rational side told me not to give her the time of day, but Nicole's voice, the voice calling out to me to be chivalrous at all times, won me over. "What do you mean?" I asked. She cried for about a minute solid before she could get her voice steady enough to answer. "I don't ever ch-cheat. I-it's not something I do. I've always been completely against it." She swallowed a few sniffles. "But I've only ever had a couple of sips of beer before, and I thought, 'I wanna see what getting shitfaced is like.' " Was 'shitfaced' seriously a word that actual human beings use? "Didn't like it?" I asked her. "I loved it." She confessed. "But before I knew it, I was getting greedy. I only did things that made me feel good, without thinking of what might happen. Next thing I knew, I had cheated. The one thing I swore I would never do." Even though I was listening ...
    intently, I was starting to feel some sympathy for Paul and Mr. Salvador. I think this made it three self-exploring exposition sessions in a week, all by different girls. It was getting hard to sympathize when the only conversation I took part in from girls was either really misandric, or yet another sobstory. "I'm sorry, Adam. I shouldn't blame you. I was just... scared. I'm scared. I don't even know who I am anymore." She continued, before scrunching her knees together and putting her head in between them. "That's kind of what high school is for though, isn't it?" I suggested, trying to comfort her. "I don't think I know myself yet. None of us are perfect. Maybe only now are you discovering who you actually are. Maybe the no-cheat shy May is just an act, and you've actually been suppressing what you really believe in all along." "Isn't that bad?" She asked me. I shrugged. "Maybe. But it's also honest. If you keep trying to hide who you are, eventually it can just make you feel like crap from the inside. I know that May cheated. And now, I'd rather get to know the May that did the cheating than the mask of the goody two-shoes she hides behind. We may have had our moments of bad times, but I mean this when I say it..." I scooted my butt so I could look her in the eye. "If you were completely honest to everyone, faults and all, and someone told me that they loved you... I wouldn't have to ask why." Jesus. My life was turning into a cheesy 90s sitcom. Although, I will admit, the ...
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