Trippin With the Valentines
Copyright© 2025 by Zefram
Chapter 4
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Inspired by the world created in ElSol’s The Master’s Ring, begins my story set 19 years later. The great purge is ending. A new generation is growing towards adulthood. Since ElSol proclaimed he would never finish his masterpiece, I am striving to expand his world with my own science fiction spin(respectfully). This is absolutely not a sequel, just my reimagining of ElSol's world I so enjoyed. Chapter lengths vary widely. This is intended to be a long continuing story.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Mind Control Reluctant Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Sports Science Fiction Paranormal Incest Mother Son Sister BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Harem White Male White Female Oriental Female Anal Sex First Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Slow
A high ankle sprain the third week of football practice sidelined my chances of shocking the coaches with my pass-catching abilities, although I had been well on my way. Breaking in at a new school was tough enough. The severe and lingering sprain drove me to rehab and focus on the upcoming basketball season.
Friendships were forming fast and furious, though. Unlike at Iowa, where the entire school hung out together, this large high school gravitated to huge cliques. I slid right in with Maggie and Molly’s group of friends. The three of us were not Mormon, but some of the group were. My mom would have been overjoyed. If she knew ... or cared. I became embedded in the conservative “no alcohol, no drugs” clique. No one would be stupid enough to think ‘no sex’ too.
I don’t know the percentage of Beaverton that was Mormon, but it seemed to result in a third of the school being drug free. A parent’s dream! Lots of natural blondes in our group. Maggie and Molly being exceptionally enchanting, of course.
I never saw race as an issue in Beaverton. Not many blacks, but maybe 15% Asian and 10% Hispanic. Maybe I was a little naïve, but it vibed as a refreshing post-racial place to live. I did not see the prejudices that existed below the surface in the South where we had lived when I was in elementary school, or even in Iowa. Your results may vary.
My tightest friends rapidly gravitated to six girls and two other dudes. The guys were Justin and Mark. Justin was Mormon, but you’d never know it. I wondered if it was a bit like the Amish back in Iowa, where teens explored the wicked world before committing to the Amish lifestyle. I remember a kid telling me it was called Rumspringa ... stayed in my mind as I associated it with a lot of rum being consumed, and other beverages, in the spring of their lives. Justin was a thin but athletic guy of about five feet, eight inches. Pretty good point guard, I would later find out. I wondered if the guy would ever make it as a Mormon. On the wild side, I doubted he’d ever give it up.
Mark was an unremarkable, average guy. Always hopeful of landing one of the girls in the group, but not obnoxious about it. He wanted to be a doctor and asked to talk to my mom about a surgeon’s life. I imagined that would cure him of his doctor desires. He’s a good guy. I just felt sorry for him. And I could relate; it had not been so long ago that girls scared me as much as I was obsessed with them.
Then there were the four girls besides Maggie and Molly. Liz was blonde, bubbly, big breasts and sometimes the leader of our group. She had moved to Oregon from South Carolina a couple of years ago and fit in well. Intelligent and conservative, she was. Her nickname was ‘Little Miss Law & Order’ ... as a fan of the show and, well, her belief in law & order. I could imagine her going to law school and becoming a DA someday. While she was nice to look at, and fun to be around, we would forever just be friends.
Sarah was yet another blonde, and Mormon. Very Mormon. Yet not judgmental. She appeared completely unfazed by my burgeoning romance, and cuddling, with Maggie. No dating for Sarah until at least age sixteen. She had turned sixteen, but to Mark’s chagrin, was still not in any hurry to date. Poor Mark did not realize that there was no way Sarah would ever date a non-Mormon.
Carlynn was a beautiful, kind soul that radiated warmth and intelligence. And the oldest daughter of the only African American family in our subdivision. I really liked Carlynn’s personality. Witty and smart. Hell, actually everyone in our crew was smart. And witty, besides poor Mark.
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