The Trailer Park: The Fourth Year
Copyright© 2006 by Wizard
Chapter 14
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 14 - Being in love was never supposed to be this much trouble.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Humor Safe Sex Oral Sex Slow
There was a knock on my door.
"Come," I yelled without looking up.
Traci stuck her head in the door. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure," I said, still concentrating on the computer monitor. "Just let me finish this page." I was about a half page from the bottom, and it took me about four minutes to finish and hit save.
"What can I do for..." I started as I swivelled around to look at her. "What the hell are you wearing?"
Traci blushed. "I've got a date. It's okay."
Traci was wearing tight hip-hugger pants and an even tighter shirt that left several inches of her stomach exposed. She looked somewhere between Hilary Duff and Britney Spears.
"You're going out like that? Does Mom know?"
Traci set her face. "Mom knows. She didn't say anything."
"Probably in shock."
"Tony, Mom realizes that I'm growing up. Why can't you?"
"I do realize that you're in the seventh grade now, but..." I waved my hand down and up again encompassing her outfit.
"You wouldn't complain if Tami wore this."
I grinned, enjoying the picture of Tami dressed this way. "When was the last time you saw Tami dress like a... ?" I wanted to say slut, but decided against it. "Or Robbie? Or Mikee for that matter?"
"Paula does."
"Paula's a junior and a different person."
"You can't tell me how to dress."
"I..." Damn, she was right. But I didn't have to like it. "Okay."
Traci looked like she had won the argument and turned to leave.
"Didn't you want to talk to me?"
"Oh, yeah. Uh, Robbie was saying something about maybe having a couple of woodwinds in your show."
News to me. "Okay?"
"I was kinda thinking that maybe... I mean... if you... I could..."
Oh, God. Traci played the saxophone. Badly!
"Well, it's a high school play."
"Tami said that since it's a student production, the rules didn't say it had to be all high school."
Mental note, glue Tami's lips together. No, that would interfere with other activities. Maybe I could have her vocal cords surgically removed.
"I just don't think..."
"Okay," she said and her face fell. "I understand."
I felt like I'd just taken a candy cane from a baby.
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