[MF] The Drew Chronicles, Part 1: Discovery

*This is the true story of some of the sexual experiences I had in high school, with my best friend. The names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. The events in these stories really happened, and although I’ve tried to write well, I have not exaggerated or embellished any details.*

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I was in choir in high school. Nerdy, I know, but I didn’t want to be a band geek, and I can’t act for shit, so choir it was. By the time my senior year rolled around, I’d developed a pretty close-knit group of friends with whom I had sung for years. As with any clique, we developed our own little rituals and in-jokes. We were a culture unto ourselves. Most of our quirks revolved around rehearsing for whatever performance was presently upcoming: All-State competition, judged contests, sight-singing contests; hell, even the lame school-sponsored concerts to give our parents a chance to take pictures and cry over how grown up we were.

We got to be very close, spending all our time together practicing. Being in frequent close proximity to friendly people breeds friendship anyway, but there’s something… well, *intimate* about singing. Making music with someone creates a bond. There’s nothing quite like creating the complex chords and harmonies of high choral music as you stand around a piano, or in a cramped, quiet practice room. You leave with a feeling of *togetherness*. And in high school, that can lead to some confusing emotions.

So it should come as small surprise that one of the running, not-quite-jokes of our little universe involved that intimacy. We referred to each other as family, and we meant it. But at the same time, our family was full of incestuous relationships. As high schoolers do, we dated, broke up, rebounded, relapsed, betrayed, and fucked each other senseless. And through it all, at the end of the day, we still considered each other family. It may sound strange to you, but to us there was nothing wrong with that.

My senior year, I auditioned and was chosen as a member of our school’s top choir, along with almost all of my core group of family-friends. This choir was a show choir. We still sang high choral music, but we also sang upbeat showtunes. To give you an example, in our final concert, we performed a beautiful Ave Maria by Franz Biebl, followed immediately by a rendition of Wicked’s “Defying Gravity” that honestly could have netted one or two of us a Broadway role, had there been any talent scouts in our podunk little town.

Our choir also traveled to shows and engagements around the state, so it was a lot of work to find the time to practice, travel, and study for our other classes. So we took any time we could find to get some practice in, even to the wee hours of the night, especially to get our choreography down.

My dance partner was a girl named Drew. We had met freshman year, and in addition to being my dance partner, Drew was my best friend. And she was *gorgeous*. She had tightly curled brown hair that she wore long, all the way down to her lower back, and it swayed as she walked. Big liquid brown eyes that caught your attention, stared into your soul, and left you wondering where you were. She was short, only coming up to my chest. She had a way of concentrating on her steps while we were dancing, then catching me by surprise by suddenly looking up at me with those eyes full of delight… I’m not ashamed to say I count myself among the multitude of men who, at some point or another, fell madly in love with Drew. She just radiated “girl next door.”

But, at the time of this story, Drew and I had been there and done that. We had gone on a few dates during our sophomore year, but nothing came of it. So we called it off with no hard feelings about a year and a half prior to the night that I went to her parents’ place to practice for our upcoming show. As per routine I showed up after school and we practiced our choral contest pieces for a few hours, then I stayed for dinner. I was close with her folks, almost like an adopted son (their description), so when I stayed after dinner and well after dark, they didn’t much mind. Drew and I practiced our choreography for two hours, after which we were completely exhausted. We collapsed on the couch in her game room, breathing heavily, sweaty, full of endorphins and giggling like only high school friends can giggle. We opted to call it a night and watch a movie to relax. Drew slipped in one of our favorite cheesy comedies–Kung POW! Enter the Fist–and we settled in. We knew every line, and we drove each other insane with laughter quoting along.

Eventually we got tired, and Drew started nodding off against my shoulder. I looked at the clock and saw it was much later than I had anticipated and started to make my goodbyes, but Drew insisted I stay the night. I saw nothing wrong with that, so I called my little sister–just learning to drive and ready to get in the car at a moment’s notice–to throw some sleep clothes and a toothbrush in a bag for me and bring it over. Drew cleared it with her parents and said goodnight. I pulled out the pajama pants my sister had thrown in and noticed that they were the ones I’d had since I started high school, the ones that were thinning and nearly ready to fall apart. They didn’t hide much of my anatomy. Figuring I’d just make sure I changed again before any of Drew’s family saw me, I changed and settled in on the couch.

I’ve never slept well, so when I awoke later that night–thirsty as a stranded sailor–I knew I was going to be up for awhile. I stumbled to the kitchen, bleary-eyed, to grab a cup of water. When I entered the room, who else did I see but a bed-headed Drew. She was dressed only in a thin cotton t-shirt and short cotton shorts, and she had a cup of tea in her hands. She flashed a smile at me when she saw me, and hunched her shoulders as she took a sip.

“Can’t sleep either, huh?” I said.

“Not a bit,” she said with a yawn. “The tea usually helps.”

“Set me up,” I said, moving up to lean my elbows on the island in the middle of the room. She flashed me another smile as she set about making another cup. As she worked, I couldn’t help but stare at her. Her shorts were barely longer than the t-shirt she wore, and her legs were incredible from long years of dancing and swimming. My eyes constantly found her ass, and though I tried to hide my glances, I think she caught me once or twice.

She stepped up to the other side of the kitchen island and slid a steaming mug of tea across to me, then imitated my stance, forearms leaning on the counter. I snuck a peek as I sipped my tea. I could see her nipples poking through our high school logo printed on the thin fabric of her shirt. I could feel myself starting to get turned on, so I distracted myself by trying to drink my tea without burning my mouth.

We stood and talked quietly in the kitchen for the next half hour, about little things that only high school students care about: upcoming chemistry exams, the homecoming football game, which relationships were starting and ending. All the while, the only thing that could break my glances at her tits–which were nearly perfectly visible, framed by her upper arms as she leaned on the table–were those damned beautiful eyes. Eventually the night caught up to us though, and we spoke more in yawns than in coherent sentences. Drew stood up from the island and stretched luxuriously, arms over her head. Her arched back caused her to stick her tits out, and I couldn’t help but find myself staring at her body.

“I *know*, right?”

Startled, I looked back up at her face. She hadn’t moved a muscle, but those big brown eyes were locked on mine, and there was a mischievous light in them that I hadn’t ever seen before.

“Sorry…” I said, embarrassed. I was already beginning to think of some lie to save her dignity and my own.

“No you’re not. I’ve seen you sneaking peeks all night!”

“You caught me,” I said. “But how could I not? Look at what you’re wearing! It doesn’t leave much to the imagination.”

“Dude, if I cared I would’ve said something. I actually kind of like it,” Drew said slyly, as she lowered her arms to look down at her perfectly shaped breasts through her shirt.

“You… like it,” I parroted slowly. I considered for a moment that I might still be asleep. Here was the epitome of the girl next door, the girl who’s attention every guy competed for, and I had an in.

“I mean, it’s fun,” she said, too innocently. “Knowing I can make you stare….” And she pressed her elbows together in front of her, making her tits even more obvious.

“Well you’ve definitely got me staring now,” I mumbled, eyes locked on her chest. She giggled, and began to strike more poses, each more revealing than the last. With each pose, I pretended to take her picture, holding an invisible camera to my eyes. She ended with her shirt folded up just below her breasts, the extra fabric resting on the slope of her chest, exposing her toned and tanned stomach. To this day I wish she had pulled it up just a bit higher, so I could have caught a glimpse of her tits. She rested one arm behind her back, and held the other up alongside her breasts to place one finger on the lower lip of her slightly open mouth.

“Wow,” I said. “I have no words.”

Suddenly embarrassed, she pulled her shirt down and gave me a weak smile. “It’s fun is all,” she murmured. “Nice to know I can get someone’s attention, even just for a minute or two. But it’s getting late….” She turned to leave.

“You’re right,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment. I stepped around the island to walk out of the kitchen with her.

She turned to face me. “I’ll see you in the m- Oh. Oh my *God*.”

I realized what had happened before I looked down. My well-worn, thin pajama pants protruded from my body, giving no camouflage to the erection I’d gotten after Drew’s show.

“Drew, sorry, I-”

“Dude.” Her head still looking down at my crotch, she raised her eyes slowly to meet mine. They were wide with amazement. “Are you kidding me with that? I’ve been sitting next to you in class all these years and you’ve been hiding that… that fucking *monster* from me?”

“Well, it’s not like you’ve put on a show like that for me very often,” I joked, trying to turn away.

“Well now I know I should do that more often,” she said, her eyes returning to the tent I’d pitched. “And I’m not going to be able to stop thinking about that when we dance…” She trailed off.

I decided to press my luck. “All you’re going to do is think about it?”

Her eyes widened, then the mischievous light returned. “Not a chance,” she teased, and she bit her lip as she reached for my cock.

But, as if by some cosmic joke, at that exact moment we heard the door to her parents room open. Both of our heads jerked toward the door to the kitchen, then Drew darted an apologetic look at me and silently padded out of the room.

I headed back to the game room as quickly as possible. I settled back on the couch listening to Drew’s mother making a midnight snack, thinking of how I would hide the effects of Drew’s show, and trying to commit every pose she struck to memory. I knew that in the morning, we would go back to being friends, and that her teasing would likely be the closest I ever got to sleeping with the girl next door.

I’m glad I was wrong.

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