Alex Is 18 (Naked in School / Alex and Beth)
Copyright© 2008 by Serena Jones
Chapter 9: Next Week
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 9: Next Week - Senior Year finally and the Naked in School program has come to town. Alex tries to deal with a personal tragedy, NiS and well, himself at the same time! A crossover between the NiS Universe and the Davidson Fishery Series.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa ft/ft mt/mt Mult Teenagers Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Cousins Spanking Rough Interracial Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Food
Beth
Grandma Rachael went into labor on a Monday around 2:15 in the afternoon. After swimming, Hank and I went straight to the hospital to wait with the rest of the family for the good news. Can I point out how odd it is to have a 27-year-old Grandmother or to say that your Aunt and or Uncle is/are 18 years younger than you? Yeah, it's weird.
Anyway, there we all were for a few hours. She delivered, finally, a girl around midnight and then a boy almost an hour later.
"So what you think?" Hank asked me while we were taking a walk to get away from the family for a moment.
"'bout what?"
"'bout this whole family thing. Having babies, gettin' married, y'know."
"I don't know." I looked up at him. "Why? You plannin' somethin'?"
"No. Just curious."
I shrugged. "Married? One day, maybe. But he has to like fish." I had to laugh. "Both kinds." Hank smiled. "Kids — I don't know, they just seem like a lot of effort and no reward."
He stopped. "You don't think your parents love you?"
"I think they put a lot more in than they got out."
"How can you say that?"
I shrugged again. "Just my gut reaction. I mean, I love them and I know they love me but, well, the whole kid thing..." I shook my head. "I don't think I'm cut out for motherhood. Peter wants kids."
"Yeah." He nodded. "Me too."
We walked in silence for a while. "So," I said finally, "how was today?" It was his first day in the Program.
"Unique." He blushed. "Merci beaucoup for French."
"C'est faire rien. Any time."
He was quiet again. "I didn't expect to feel so ... exposed. I mean, I knew what to expect — I thought. And being in the girls' bathroom was ... unnerving." This time I nodded. "And the touching ... ok, I guess I could get used to that. But you're right; there's a difference between choosing to show and being on display."
"I kinda liked the view."
"You would." He teased gently.
We were back in front of the maternity ward doors.
"Look, about this week..." He started but I put my fingers on his lips.
"I choose to share. Maybe Friday we'll just be friends, maybe we'll still be more. I'm through faking and I'm through trying to make things happen that don't need to. I'm just going to enjoy this — us — for as long as it lasts. OK?"
He laughed and shook his head. "OK. But I'm not gonna understand you any more on Friday than I do now."
I didn't think I would either; but then, I was no longer stuck on the idea that I had to.