1. Losing Brooklyn


    Date: 12/8/2016, Categories: Fiction, Teen, Author: sootho, Source: sexstories.com

    “Please come over Joseph,” there was a sobbing voice at the other end of the line. “I need you.” “What happened?” I enquire. “It’s Todd,” she says quietly. “He cheated on me with Amanda.” “That son of a bitch!” I say lividly. “I’m gonna KILL him the next time we meet.” I immediately stop playing video games and hurry towards the garage. I get inside my car and make my way towards Brooklyn’s house. Brooklyn lives four blocks down the the road in our very narrow and secluded neighbourhood. I met Brooklyn 8 years ago, and from my first glance at her I knew that I would never meet a person more beautiful. She has been my only confidant and best friend. She may be beautiful but she has an unimpressive record of the men. Todd Silverson is the front back and captain of the football team of our school: Realton Legacy Football Team. Brooklyn thought he was the one, but I never truly believed that: I never told her. I suspected that Todd slept with other girls; however I could not bring myself to tell Brooklyn of the suspicions I harboured. I wanted her to be happy even though it was an illusion. Now that she was deluded I felt angry at myself for not warning her. Brooklyn and I are both 17 years of age. Eight years after our initial meeting and I’m still the only constant and good guy in her life. I really care for her but I'm not in love with her or anything like that. I have always looked at her as a dear and treasured friend. And anything beyond might jeopardize our relationship, ...
    I pull up at her house; exit the car; and quickly hurry to knock at her door. I am welcome by a crying blonde; my heart aches at the sight. She immediately throws herself on my shoulder like it was a pillar of strength for her failing body. I embrace her and smoothly caress her back. She smells of wine. “I'm so sorry. That bastard does not deserve your tears.” “Oh Joseph! Please hold me.” I do as I am told. After some time her sobbing halts. “Thanks, I guess I needed a good shoulder to cry upon.” “My shoulder will always be here for you,” I say caringly. “But my fists are always the for Todd's face.” She smiles after I say that and it is welcomed sight. We leave the porch and enter her house. Her house is cavernous. I notice a bottle of wine and a glass on the bar. “I thought it would numb the pain,” Brooklyn says. “But I guess not.” A streak of a tear escapes her eye. I place my thumb on her face and gently brush off the salty water. She takes out a glass and pours the red inside the two glasses. She offers me a glass. I imagine her parents are going to be furious when they get back from work to find that their daughter has exhausted their wine supply. “Maybe it will be better with you,” she says to me. I take the half full glass. As she offers me the glass I notice that she is wearing a long shirt with the two top buttons undone. The outline of her 34C breasts is clearly visible. She is not wearing a bra. Oh my! She is only wearing a white shirt and some panty; I think. I ...
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