Tag: High School

Slut’s Tale: Part 1, ‘A Hit to the Head’ [f] [mast] [exh]

Jessica was known by her teachers as an amazing student, deeply gifted in mathematics and science. She was a pale white, blonde-haired girl with intelligent-looking glasses, and within class she hardly ever spoke unless to ask a question. She was beautiful but humble, graceful and complex, and until the summer of her sophmore year of high school, she was hardly talked about amongst the other girls or guys. Her body was undeveloped and her personality mostly unknown.

A lot can change in three months.

The day sophmore year ended, Jessica had stumbled and hit her head right into a wall in her home. She had passed out, and woken up a few hours later.

There on the carpet just next to the front door, Jessica woke with a throbbing headache, sprawled out over the floor.

**”Ffff-uck!”** She said outloud. Jessica quietly hushed herself. She wasn’t the type to ever curse, she thought. But fuck, it felt good to curse suddenly. Never mind that, she told her brain. Read more »

[Mf] [fantasy] Everything is normal

I do not know when it started. It was little things at first and I didn’t think much about it. I don’t even know why this happens to me. Am I some kind of mutant out of a comic book? Am I an alien or was I altered in some other way? I do not know. All I know is that everything I do is … normal. At least that is how it is preceived by others. I do remember having a test at school I didn’t learn much. I decided to look over to Jim and see what he wrote. My teacher, Mrs Hain, noticed. She looked at me. She clearly had seen me. I remember how my heart almost stopped. I expected her to get angry. To come up to me. Tell me that I just screwed up. Take my test and send me to the principal. Instead she just continued to look around. The one thing I remember very clear is the pressure I felt when she had looked at me. It felt a bit like when your ears are under pressure. Just that it is the whole body. I know it had been the first time because of this pressure. The feeling had vanished quickly. I didn’t get a good grade on this test but I passed. I didn’t think about it for a while. Read more »

Losing my virginity with my best friend [MF]

My best friend in high school was a girl named Lantana (like the flower). The guys in my senior class called her “Hotlanta” (like the nickname for the city of Atlanta) because she’s really sexy, and because she planned to go to Georgia Tech after she graduated. Lantana played almost all the sports at school and has always kept a tight, athletic figure and a deep tan. She has soft, blonde hair and blue-gray eyes. Gorgeous. Unfortunately, I never hooked up with her in high school. The timing was never right: one of us had a steady partner every time the other was free, and neither of us was really the cheating kind. I suspect she knew I had a crush on her no matter who I was dating, but she never brought it up. Read more »

“MRS. LEFEBVRE & I” [mF, Hypno, Teacher] (Revised; 3,700+ Words)

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**ONE:** *Bad Influences*

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The year was 1995; late Spring, almost early Summer.

The way I remember it — with rose-tinted glasses firmly affixed atop my nose — that was the first truly gorgeous day of the Summer season. *And I was missing out on all of it…* I should have been outside with my friends, either skateboarding downtown, or swapping boot-legged cassettes, or maybe just smoking a little grass; but instead, I was stuck inside, suffering through the longest detention sentence of my life. *(Two and a half hours, to be exact.)*

Now, I know what you’re thinking: *What was my crime?* The one that landed me with two and a half hours of miserable detention time. Don’t forget, this was in the hay-day of Bart Simpson; plenty of rebellious teenagers my age got suspensions because they tried the ol’ cherry bomb in a toilet gag. Well, let me tell you… Read more »

“MRS. LEFEBVRE & I” [mF, Hypno, Teacher] (Revised; 3,700+ Words)

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**ONE:** *Bad Influences*

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The year was 1995; late Spring, almost early Summer.

The way I remember it — with rose-tinted glasses firmly affixed atop my nose — that was the first truly gorgeous day of the Summer season. *And I was missing out on all of it…* I should have been outside with my friends, either skateboarding downtown, or swapping boot-legged cassettes, or maybe just smoking a little grass; but instead, I was stuck inside, suffering through the longest detention sentence of my life. *(Two and a half hours, to be exact.)*

Now, I know what you’re thinking: *What was my crime?* The one that landed me with two and a half hours of miserable detention time. Don’t forget, this was in the hay-day of Bart Simpson; plenty of rebellious teenagers my age got suspensions because they tried the ol’ cherry bomb in a toilet gag. Well, let me tell you… Read more »

“MRS. LEFEBVRE & I” [mF, Hypno, Teacher] (Revised; 3,700+ Words)

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**ONE:** *Bad Influences*

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The year was 1995; late Spring, almost early Summer.

The way I remember it — with rose-tinted glasses firmly affixed atop my nose — that was the first truly gorgeous day of the Summer season. *And I was missing out on all of it…* I should have been outside with my friends, either skateboarding downtown, or swapping boot-legged cassettes, or maybe just smoking a little grass; but instead, I was stuck inside, suffering through the longest detention sentence of my life. *(Two and a half hours, to be exact.)*

Now, I know what you’re thinking: *What was my crime?* The one that landed me with two and a half hours of miserable detention time. Don’t forget, this was in the hay-day of Bart Simpson; plenty of rebellious teenagers my age got suspensions because they tried the ol’ cherry bomb in a toilet gag. Well, let me tell you… Read more »

Just a [f]riend helping [m] get over a breakup with some car sex. [long]

This story took place about five years ago, when I was in college. I tended to be the long relationships kind of guy (though not without plenty of fun and adventure even in a committed relationship) and this happened after the nasty end of a serious relationship where the love left a while before I did, which made it pretty difficult. My ex was pretty shattered by it, and I remember walking from her apartment back to mine in a kind of haze. I picked up my phone and called my friend Bridget to tell her the unfortunate news.

Skip to the – – – – – if you don’t care for the backstory!

Now, for some background, I had befriended Bridget the year prior, at a local show where I was playing with my band at the time. She had been dating the frontman for a band we had done some shows with, and I had actually developed a decent friendship with the guy. Bridget was a slim girl with a not-quite-pale complexion, a huge smile, and the kind of eyes you get blinded by in direct sunlight. She had the body of a cheerleader slightly removed from high school and a small chest, but still found a way to make every curve noticeable. I always found her attractive, but in a very passive way since I was in a relationship and so was she, so I never let my brain wander *too* far off the platonic path. Read more »

Breaking all of the rules [MF] – [long, virginity]

Hey all, thanks so much for reading this story; this is my first time writing. This all happened a few years ago, and I’ve tweaked some of the details for anonymity.

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It started at the tournament. A nerd tournament that is – a debating tournament for high schoolers. I’d been involved in debating throughout University, and this year; nearing the end of my law degree, would be the last one I helped out at. Since I’d started Uni I’d been volunteering to help run these tournaments. Adjudicating the debate, booking the venues, and getting the awards sorted. And up till now I’d always been in a relationship. In my first year I’d been flirted with at the tournament by a senior student, but I’d done my best to diffuse the situation. But now, it was my final year, and I was single. I wasn’t seeking out to break the rules. But I wasn’t watching myself either.

Of course, it went against basically every rule in the book to become involved with the students. People had been kicked out in the past for such an offence, and I certainly wasn’t looking to tarnish my reputation. Plus, the half your age plus seven rule and all that. Read more »

Getting [M]y [F]riend Off With Story of [Revenge] Fucking

As you could guess, this isn’t word for word. I don’t speak as pre-planned as I write.
This is part 2 of my [story with Isobel](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6psy7v/highstrung_preppy_girl_giving_me_a_helping_hand/), if you want a more detailed description. Let me know if this story’s format confuses you since it’s a story about telling a story. I indent whenever I go back into my conversation in the car.

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I usually drove Courtney home from her boyfriend’s house whenever we’d all hang out. He lived 20 minutes away, she had no car, and we were practically neighbors, anyway. Vodka stained her breath while she exhaustedly reminisced about our long past. Her legs were sheathed in a pair of tight jeans crossed in the passenger seat of my Elantra. It was the point in the summer in which her pale skin was lightly tanned – I noticed so under the passing streetlights while her mouth hung slightly open, poshly waiting on me for an answer.

“Uhh, I think only [my ex] and Isobel,” I admitted.
“Oh wow. You’re practically a virgin,” she poked.
“Well, I was dating [my ex] for the entirety of high school.”
“I thought Isobel just -” Courtney pushed the inside of her cheek with her tongue to simulate a blowjob. Her shoulder-length brown hair shook along with her rippling chubby breasts that were suffocating in a slim black top. Read more »