1. Shattered Memories Ch 3


    Date: 9/8/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Straight Sex, Romance, Teen, Author: Bleargh, Source: sexstories.com

    The next morning, Sarah was almost her usual self. She acted like nothing had happened. The guy in me was distressed by this, because this extremely attractive girl who I lived with made a move on me, then went and ignored the entire event. I think most of you know EXACTLY how that feels and it is, indeed, a very frustrating feeling. Nonetheless, I kept my cool and went along with it. Sarah made me smile so easily, I didn't really care that I wasn't about to sleep with her. Don't get me wrong, I would be very much cool with it, but I wasn't about to start pining over something as ridiculous as that. Okay, at this point you might be wondering, Oscar, exactly how the fuck are you so mellow? Well, frankly, I'm not. But every time I get frustrated, I put myself in the scope of things. How big of a deal is the situation that is frustrating me? Is it life changing? Or is it just an obstacle, in the massive river that is life? I lied, by the way. I'm not... that normal. People have described me as "lost potential". I am, apparently, good at everything I do, but never invested enough to excel. I'm handsome, but I don't take advantage of it (and would prefer wearing trackpants to denim, or a hoodie rather than a coat). I'm physically strong, but certainly not a body builder. I am dedicated and hardworking.... but, like people say, I'm unmotivated. I like to think I'm lazy, but I know that's bullshit. I get up every morning and run a few miles, hit the basketball court, do pushups ...
    and squats. There's no real rhyme nor rhythm, but I do it, nonetheless, and that's something most people (especially people from my socioeconomic background) can't identify in themselves. I called myself a generic guy, earlier... well, am I really that generic? I don't think so. Half my generation would give you a blank stare if you asked them "is Australia part of the European Union?" Don't get me wrong. I don't think I'm that "special" or whatever. I think I'm slightly above average, but not by a margin that makes me stand out. Whatever. Let me just get my (very late) introduction over, so we can get on with the story. My father was partially Native Indian, so I inherit a strong jawline, high cheekbones, and hollowed cheek proper. The only aspect I really inherit from my mother is my thin and straight nose, full red lips and dark green eyes. Yeah, fuck you man. I know what you're thinking. Quit being such a homophobe. Though, for the record, I'm straight as an arrow. Anyway... where were we? Oh yes, breakfast. I thought I was a good cook, but trying Sarah's hand at breakfast was like... well, mind = blown. There were fried eggs, bruschetta (actual, proper bruschetta), caramelised tomatoes, caramelised onions, sausages and pancakes. The dining table was actually bending under the weight. Sarah was consuming her meal at her usual (extremely fast) rate. A normal person would probably have been worried she would choke, but I had a cousin who ate like that, so I was more or less ...
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