Inferioritis: Search for a Cure
Copyright© 2021 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 2 : Home Planets and Coneheads
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 2 : Home Planets and Coneheads - His disease was emotional. Hers was in her pancreas. Algebra brought them together. The earth tried to eat her. Then he learned to eat her, and they lived in their sex palace. There's a fairy godmother, Bluetooth, and auto financing. Excess happy tears. And a medical breakthrough. Also, horses.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches School White Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Small Breasts
Dan tried to shake the chlorine smell from his nose. They were across town at a wealthy school’s natatorium. Dré was competing in the individual medley, at the start she leapt from her block and knifed into her lane. Dan knew the rules: “The swimmer shall swim the prescribed distance in the following order: the first one-fourth, butterfly; the second one-fourth, backstroke; the third one-fourth, breaststroke; and the last one-fourth, freestyle” (crawl).
She would have finished first, but for an abdominal cramp during her last (eighth) leg. Muttering, she grabbed a towel and went for the stairs, along with her friend Pam, a diver. They sat up in the seats (certainly not benches) with Dan.
“Pamela,” he intoned a greeting. “You had them, Dré, until the end. What happened?”
“Fucking cramp in my fucking leg fucked up my finish. Fuck!” Dan laughed. “There goes Ms. Dré, the genteel paragon of sweet sociability.” Dré extended both middle fingers. “See, just as I said.” Pamela giggled.
“And what brings you, Ms. Pamela, to this palace of inbred wealth?” Pam gestured towards her dripping and damp Speedo.” “I will give you a chance to guess.”
“Ah, a challenge! Let’s wager: loser buys treats for all of us, agreed?” Pam nodded.
“I think you came here to test the towels for absorbency by flinging your body into the pool at regular intervals.” Dré rolled her eyes. “You’re wrong, clueless. I like chocolate chip ice cream, and Dré wants strawberry. Now, we’re done here today, so please wait while we shower and dress.”
Pam liked goofing around with the Foleys, but Dan perplexed her. He was always extra polite to her, but showed no particular interest despite her obvious (to her) signals towards him. He didn’t even react to the idea of her in the shower. All alone in the shower. Naked in the shower, even.
She was right. Dan was expecting Pam to fall in with some athlete, and he had preemptively avoided being rejected. So he stifled an “I’ll wash your back” offer and kept his seat. Dan had already struggled through the event as lithe young women passed in front of him in their extra-clingy nylon suits. To avoid being seen as pervy, he kept his eyes looking down on his textbooks.
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