Date: 10/29/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Teen, Author: Mystic47, Source: sexstories.com
She was so young. So innocent. So naïve. So trusting. And so sound asleep in the bed. The bed, not mine, not hers, not ours. I sat beside the soft lined form under the thick blanket and wondered how our lives had come to this nexus. Her lying on her side, sleeping the slumber of the blameless, unburdened by shame, guilt or the knowledge of life that comes with adulthood. Comfortable in her safety, eyelids fluttering over dreamscapes, lips upturned in a slight smile. Me? Sitting in a chair watching her. I'm not so young, so innocent or naïve and I couldn't sleep. Not on or in that bed, the only one available to us. I tried, I asked, I almost pleaded for separate rooms, then separate beds but the disheveled unkempt clerk of the disheveled unkempt motel only leered at her, winked at me and offered me 'the only room we have left.' We were trapped in a blizzard, 300 miles from where we started our journey, 240 from the end. If she weren't with me I would have pushed on into the storm, I would have relished the challenge of driving my all wheel drive through the drifts. But I wasn't alone and even worse, my body knew I wasn't alone. I was having a severe hormonal reaction to the girl sleeping just inches from where I sat. She was my best friends sister, she was my own sister's BFF. We grew up across the street from each other in a small Minnesota town. Refreshing, rural, small town values guided our lives, our past. But what was running through my mind was not rural values. Racine ...