Bathing Spy 4

That has very real consequences, consequences you don’t even know exist.” That last comment worried me. Obviously, they didn’t know that I’ve had sex before. Hell, they didn’t even know I had a tits girlfriend. (I was used to not telling them much about my life.) But did I fully understand the consequences? Obviously I wasn’t going to get either Nicole or Megan pregnant, but that was all I knew. How would this change my life? Would I be better off if I had waited? Would Nicole and I even be friends if I did? Did Nicole have an STD and not bother to tell me? I had no clue. While my mind was wandering through the land of the teen unknown consequences, dad was still rambling on. He brought me back to reality by asking, “Do you understand?” “Dad, I’m in grade 9.” I repeated. “You said that.” Dad remarked. “I won’t be having sex, dad. Don’t worry. I’ll never be that popular.” I promised him. “It sneaks up on you.” Dad said, earning a look of distaste from mom. “The popularity, I mean.” he clarified. “Okay, sweetie. As long as you’re careful, we’ll bring you to and from the party.” Mom said sweetly. “What time should we drop you off, and where?” “Um…” It slipped my mind. I reached for my phone. My first party. Yeah, I wasn’t going to have sex, but sex doesn’t make a party, amateur does it? I’m sure the high school populace isn’t as shallow as that, I thought to myself. I sure was glad that dad dropped me off down the street from the party, because once again, I was proven wrong. I doubt I even had the right to be surprised at this point, but even around the area when I walked in through the front door, where there wasn’t dancing that was a little too close for comfort, there were couples voyeur that looked like Siamese twins joined at the lips or pelvis, or people drinking and smoking. Barely any conversation was shared, barely any room to breathe, and the only thing I could recognize from my world present at that party were the bowls of chips and other party food. Everyone stayed away from the Cheetos, though – it looked as if somebody spilled their beer in that bowl. “Yo, blonde Adam!” Dylan came out of the crowd and clamped one arm around me. His other arm was busy supporting a hand that had a half-empty beer can in it. “Glad you could make it, bro! I replied, struggling to stay awake. “What, it’s a clever scam. You don’t want me to stay?” I questioned cautiously. "Oh! The message read, “P.B. Don’t forgot your Saturday chores!” I had promised Kavita that I would tits help her out by doing the housework every Saturday. Lipstick smeared blonde out the corners of her mouth. Star Trek meets Xanadu. She's still so sore she can barely walk. Oh yes Stephen! I want to puke teen my guts out. “Used solar panels,” Becky said. I'm a monster." She leaned back on the passenger door facing me “How should I know? And has the appearance of fresh sex. I prefer my victims be of the younger variety. She was about five foot five inches tall and had shoulder amateur length dirty blonde hair. Another tentacle clutched the spider, and crushed it easily. She was far too overcome by the orgasm - still shuddering in pleasure - to understand what was happening, and so it was a shock when he whipped the belt down hard across her tits. James answered. But the casual way in which Mandy had used it made it clear that the N-word didn't hold that taboo status in this town. Our flesh slapped together. No one would say death looked like a so handsome man..." In a very few minutes voyeur she was standing in front of me completely nude. For a good 30 seconds.