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Fifteen, Too Big for My Britches

Copyright© 2021 by Yob

Chapter 2: Chosen One

Summertime, summertime. Schools out. Vacation time. Decision time, important decisions that will affect the rest of my life. I need a mentor, an advisor, a counselor, and Miss Faye is my chosen one.

Miss Faye and I are drying ourselves in the sun, stretched out naked on a blanket beside my most secret fishing spot. I have many fishing spots, but this one is inaccessible except by boat. We have to be careful. Miss Faye could be arrested and ruined for having sex with me, a minor. I have already explained what kinds of advice I seek. Faye is silent. She is either thinking, or has dosed off. The warm sun is very soporific. Admiring her naked body beside mine, I’m grateful to her all over again. Hungry for her again, but I won’t disturb her.

Teenagers should solve all the worlds problems while they still know it all! Obviously they can’t. Sophomoric means conceited and overconfident of knowledge but poorly informed and immature, example a sophomoric argument. Maybe I’m too big for my britches and I admit conceited, but I’m not a know it all. I’m not too proud to ask for help and advice. Miss Faye has taught me a lot. Now is a lesson in patience, something only gained through practice. Never pray for patience! The God given lesson may be unendurably long1

High School freshmen are very limited in sports opportunities. Sophomores get to play varsity sports and the tryouts are during the summer between ninth and tenth grades.

Want to play football? Summer football camp is required. Baseball? Summer is the season, and so it is for swim competitions.

Going out for track? Summer training is the required ante, with grueling long runs in extremely hot weather. All the other varsity sports also start training programs this summer. Even the marching band, not a sport, goes to band camp each summer. Lost summer!

Who in their right minds would volunteer for such torture during your only real vacation? Wannabes. Career minded kids. Future career opportunities, especially technology based careers are in a confusing flux. Careers as doctors and lawyers may be the parent’s ambitions for some of my classmates, and the kids pay lip service to those aspirations, but a commitment to the required extra years of advanced college, can’t really be conceived so young. Not thought about or imagined yet. Three more years of high school seem daunting enough, and graduation still a distant goal.

The only careers that seem to make sense to us, and are easily understandable, firmly fixed in a future place, is the military and sports careers. Very few of my pals dream of military careers. Risking your life and limbs for meager salaries has small appeal. Not cowards, my friends are practical. If you don’t play sports in high school, you won’t get to play in college. Sports careers are, except in rare instances, forever closed unless you’re recruited as a star player in college. Athletics require great dedication and sacrifice too!

In the preamble, I already mentioned, Miss Faye and I are drying ourselves in the sun after making love, then skinny dipping to rinse off the sweat and juices. We are stretched out naked together on a blanket, secure in a remote, private, secret spot. Is she asleep? Is that rapid eye movement I detect beneath her naked blue veined eyelids? She’s so lovely, washed, goose bumped, fresh faced without makeup, my heart aches and my cock and balls ache, just studying her beauty.

I’m a goner! Smitten. Head over heels in love. Should I molest her? Will she be mad if I take liberties? Nothing ventured nothing gained, I kiss her nearest pinkish brown nipple, and her hand lifts and cups my head in response, holding me to her breast. She was not asleep and is not disturbed. As her nipple stiffens, she runs her elegant fingers through my hair over and over.

“You are such a delight to me, Earl. So attentive. You like pleasing me, don’t you? Want to please me! You can learn more about how to please me most, if you care for me, and are a willing student.”

“Yes, I would do anything for you Faye! You must know I love you, how could I not? You’re my angel!”

“A dark angel, maybe. A demoness, or a succubus is more likely.”

“Maybe you’re a witch queen? You have bewitched me1”

“Have I? Whom beguiled whom? My memory serves me well, and you made the pass at me, inviting me here, for fishing and skinny dipping. When do we begin fishing? Never mind, I don’t want to fish. I’m much happier we with exploring each other. Was that your very first time having sex with a woman? Did I get your cherry?”

“Yes, you are my first, and I turned down multiple opportunities to lose my cherry, because I was waiting for the perfect woman. I wanted someone special to be my first. You are the chosen one.”

“If that’s true, then I’m extremely flattered, Earl.”

“It’s true.”

“I’m pleased to be your first, your chosen one, and happy you consider me special.”

“You are!”

“Exactly how uninhibited are you, Earl?”

“I don’t know. I don’t quite understand the question. What do you mean uninhibited? I have a code, if that’s what you mean.. It’s still under development, but the basic rudiments are in place, I think.”

‘Excellent! Not many young men your age even consider creating a personal code, they just adopt a code of their peer’s. Go along with the crowd, don’t they. Later, another day, please tell me all about developing your personal code, I’m fascinated. Today, let’s not, now is devoted to exploring our more prurient interests and capacities. My question is really about me. I’m seeking reassurance.”

“Reassurance? You seem anything BUT shy and timid, laying there stark naked in all your glory!”

“My body is a good one, I’m not ashamed of it. There is much more to me, than what you can see of me. There is much I’m anxious to divulge, share with you, and what inhibits me from being too open, too soon, is a fear you might be offended by my tastes and reject me. My question is, well...How easily are you shocked?”

“Nothing I have heard or seen till now, has ever shocked me. Not yet! My feelings are so intense, I can’t imagine ever rejecting you.”

“Nice as far as it goes. But? How much do you know about human sexuality? What perversions would offend you? What would destroy your fine opinion of me, if I confessed? What dark and ugly secrets dare I not reveal? Practices you have never even heard of, may disgust you if I explain how I prefer them. I desire to tell you all.”

“Then teach me. You are my chosen one, and I congratulate myself upon being both very lucky and I guess, wise beyond my years, that I was able to choose so well. It was something I heard in your voice that convinced me. Reveal yourself my love! Tell me all about yourself and what pleases you. Train me how best to love you.”

“Is it worth the risk? I don’t want to lose you, I just found you.”

‘That encourages me. Perhaps you are falling in love with me too.”

“Oh, Earl.”

Faye is silent and very intensely thoughtful. She is debating with herself, how much of herself to reveal. She is tempted to tell me all her deepest, longest hidden secrets. I hope she does, I want to hear.

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