Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, ft/ft, Mult, Teenagers, Consensual, Romantic, Reluctant, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Brother, Sister, First, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Petting, Sex Toys, Cream Pie, Slow, School, .
Desc: Coming of Age Sex Story: Prologue - A coming of age story starting in the late 70's and early 80's. Book 4 follows Steve through his senior year in high school. This story is about a journey, not a destination; a journey that takes that young man through all the emotional turmoil of the teenage years. There are long passages of introspection and lots of dialog, and it's not a short story.
Pete came back to my room and once again returned the laptop I had lent him.
"That year was pretty much a complete blank for me Steve, except for the whole thing with Becky. Melanie told me very little about anything else, just occasional things from your letters. And she certainly didn't tell me about that whole Stockholm thing. Holy smokes!"
"Melanie never knew, Pete. I never told her. Other than Karin and me, only Jennifer and Stephanie, and maybe two others, ever knew. Well, and Birgit, somehow. And now you. It's OK to tell Melanie if you want."
"Given what I know about you, I was surprised that you were kind of toned down in Sweden. No threesomes and nothing really crazy, except with Katt. Well, and that one night in Stockholm. It's kind of funny when you think about it."
"I did a lot of growing up that year, Pete. There was a lot going on in my life that needed to be dealt with. And most of it was stuff I had to work out for myself. In the end, it was more important to have Sofia as a friend than a lover for most of my stay. There were lots of opportunities that I didn't even include in the story because they didn't really matter."
"I meant to tell you that you have a visitor, Steve," Pete said with a chuckle.
He left and a moment later a one of my deareast and oldest friends came through the door and proceeded to give me a crushing hug and a fierce French kiss.
"If I did't trust you completely Steve, I'd have shot you with this 9mm long ago," Pete said fingering his Beretta. "You two just never cease to amaze me."
"Well, you could blame Melanie, Pete, but really, you only have yourself to blame for letting her do it!"
"Steve, you and Pete haven't changed in almost 30 years. You are still willing to push the edges of your envelope, Pete's still conventional, though he has stepped out of his comfort zone a couple of times! Of course, I do have a few fantasies you could help with!" she giggled.
"Good luck, ambulance chaser, your husband doesn't agree, and he's armed."
We all three laughed.
"I'll be downstairs, Steve. You two try to behave. Got everything you need?"
"Actually, this time I might need something. I might need a bodyguard. Your wife still has the hots for me."
"Don't I know it. But you've fended her off since she was 17, you can handle her."
"Thanks for nothing Pete!" I chuckled.
He shut the door and left.
"Steve, I've seen everything you showed Pete. There are some things I want to ask you about."
"Ask away, Melanie. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."