California Crew
Copyright© 2008 by Ella Robbins
Chapter 10
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Sophie Chapelier has always had everything she wanted and needed, her entire life. Born in Paris France, she has never left Europe her entire life. Now, when she is 16 years old, her father makes a startling announcement, her family is moving to America. To Beverly Hills, California.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Romantic Heterosexual
Brittany and Charlotte dropped me off, and I went inside, after making a deal that Charlotte would pick me up at seven forty, we would pick up Brittany, meet the guys at Starbucks, and then go to school. I have a feeling I am going to be practically living at Starbucks.
I run inside, dropping my keys on the foyer table, and my backpack on the floor.
I go into the kitchen. Pearl and Veronica are in there, making dinner. Adrienne is tasting some things as usual.
"Well, it's nice to know that you haven't forgotten your family here," Mom jokes, coming in. "Where've you been?"
"Oh, me and the gang all went out. It was really fun."
"Well, well. You will have to tell us all about it. Dinner is almost ready. Hurry up now! Get washed up!" Veronica directs me to the the sink. I wash my hands, dry them, and then help take dinner to the table.
Everyone comes down.
We sit, and Dad starts asking the questions.
"So kids, how was school?"
"Oh, you have no idea! It was great!" Adrienne says, very excited.
"Well, let's hear about it."
We all go around, telling how our days went. Turns out that Peter is in the popular crowd for the eleventh grade, and they are trying to set him up with Hayley! I knew they were. Turns out that we have all had someone try to set us up. Everyone thinks that it is great that we are popular, and that I am already invited to a party. Turns out that Peter is invited to the same party. It must be the popular kids party or something. Who knows.
After dinner, I head up to my room. I do my homework, and shower. I get Mom to French braid my hair.
I put on a pair of sweats and a tank top, and head into Peter's room with my math text book to get some help. I remember that he did this kind of stuff last year.
"Hey Peter, I was wondering if you could help me with something..." I says, going into his room.
He is sitting on his bed, surrounded by books and papers. "Wow, think you have enough work?" I ask.
"Supposedly this is light..." he says, shrugging.
"I feel really bad for you."
"Yeah, me too."
"Well, I was just wondering if you could help me with some math problems. I think we went over them in class, but he didn't explain them very well."
"Yeah, sit down."
I climb up next to him on his bed, and show him the problems. He helps me through them, and I soon head back to my room.
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