Author: TheDrewChronicles

[MF] The Drew Chronicles, Part 4: Delight

[Part 1: Discovery](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6nel4x/mf_the_drew_chronicles_part_1_discovery/)

[Part 2: Dalliance](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6npy7g/mf_the_drew_chronicles_part_2_dalliance/)

[Part 3: Descent](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6p07s2/mf_the_drew_chronicles_part_3_descent/)

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So there we were. Top row of our high school football stadium, our homecoming game laid out before us, the city lights beyond, surrounded by hundreds of screaming fans. Drew leaned against me, panting, trying to do so quietly without drawing attention to herself. She clutched my forearm under the blanket we shared. My fingers, soaked in the juice from the orgasm I’d just given her, continued to slowly massage, pinch, and roll her clit inside her jeans. Her hips bucked and rolled softly–something else she tried to conceal–and in spite of her best efforts, a quiet moan escaped her lips.

“*Ooh…* Please… I need more,” she whispered. “*Please…*” she moaned as I rolled her clit again.

“Then follow me,” I said, and gave her clit one final, soft pinch as I slipped my hand out of her pants. Drew quietly redid the button on her jeans and sat up. I grabbed her hand and led her down the bleachers. As we descended, our team completed a pass for a touchdown. Read more »

[MF] The Drew Chronicles, Part 3: Descent

[Part 1: Discovery](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6nel4x/mf_the_drew_chronicles_part_1_discovery/)

[Part 2: Dalliance](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6npy7g/mf_the_drew_chronicles_part_2_dalliance/)

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It truly didn’t take long for the tension between Drew and I to reach a boiling point. We continued to text and tease each other throughout the next week. We took every opportunity to lay hands on one another. Whenever Drew was sure no one was looking, her hand would find my bulge and give a squeeze; whenever I was sure no one was watching, my hand would cup her ass or tit.

It became our little version of the Penis Game, that junior-high distraction that saw kids gradually say the word “penis” louder and louder, trying to be the one that could say it loudest and clearest without getting in trouble. Drew and I kept fondling each other and teasing, until we couldn’t take it anymore: The night of the homecoming football game.

In small town Texas, high school football is religion. Homecoming was an enormous production, with all the pomp and circumstance of a professional game. This year, our opponent was to be our most hated rival, a team from a town just across the interstate. Whenever we clashed, the atmosphere was electric, and it was doubly so for homecoming. It was as if the whole town went crazy for one night. Read more »

[MF] The Drew Chronicles, Part 2: Dalliance

[Part 1: Discovery](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6nel4x/mf_the_drew_chronicles_part_1_discovery)

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The next morning went as normally as it could have gone, given that my best friend and I had discovered that we enjoyed looking at each other’s sexy bits. I woke up, changed out of the pajama pants that had betrayed me–albeit in the best possible way–and went out to eat breakfast with Drew and her parents. It was a Saturday morning, and Drew’s parents had fixed the works: scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, homemade biscuits, and her mother’s world-famous blueberry pancakes. As I helped myself to coffee from the urn on the kitchen island, images of Drew striking poses flashed through my mind. I took my seat across from Drew and caught her eyes. She looked beautiful in the golden morning sunlight, but it wasn’t the sun that caused the light playing in her eyes. As I sat, Drew darted a glance at my crotch and caught my eyes again. It was so quick I almost missed it, but she flashed a playful smile at me and I grinned back. Read more »

[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. Read more »