Related post: Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2011 04:42:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Crispin Taylor
Subject: Keep Bleeding, Chapter I (Revised)Disclaimer: So, based on the trend I've seen, I am supposed to warn you
about any questionable material in this story. Well?there's some reference
to sex, there's some actual preteen nude yo sex, and there's some pretty strong language
along preteen cheerleader model
with very intense situations including underage drinking, drug use,
mild violence, mention of suicide, and the use of real persons whose names
have been slightly modified. This story is based 99% on true events; that
1% is preteen boy bondage due to my lack of perfect memory. Other than any of the
aforementioned things, if you are not 18 and are not at will to read pieces
that can be described using the above scenarios, you probably shouldn't
read this.Keep Bleeding
By Crispin TaylorSo he finally wrapped his arms around me, holding me closer preteen skirt stories than I've ever
been held and to the point where I felt I would simply melt into him; and
for once in my whole life, every outside force, every inside thought, and
every molecule of anxiety coursing through my body, finally stopped. And I
was at peace. Chapter I-Pizza mit Ketchup I model preteen girls sucked in a deep breath and pulled my backpack from the seat next
to me in the cab I'd hailed from O'Hare. My legs seemed to be fine, which
was good, because I thought for sure they were going to give out. I slung
the not-so-heavy-anymore backpack around my right shoulder, pulled my
wallet out, and tipped the cabbie about 10 bucks. The fare was only 40?but
being a server, I was always too generous with my tips.
Chris was going to be outside any minute. I could feel my heartbeat
accelerate just a tiny bit with every step I took before I remembered I
still had my duffle in the trunk. Laughing slightly to myself, I turned on
my heel and opened the cab trunk, fishing the large bag out with only
slight difficulty.
Then I exhaled again.
This was it. The moment I'd been waiting for since October 4th. I
was meeting him. Face to face.
A slightly chilled breeze snapped me from my anxiety and I pulled
my new American Eagle jacket a little closer. Chicago wind really was as
bad as he'd said, even on March 21st. I wasn't ever going to admit that to
him; I'm from Michigan, and living in South Carolina for 8 years of my life
hadn't turned me into a weather pansy. I swear it hasn't.
I looked at the large building that had to be the dorms. The cab
had pulled over onto the opposite side of the road, but it didn't matter;
Chris was going to come outside and bring me in.
I counted the seconds. 17?18?19?
I could see a behemoth preteen bound model
form inside, a banned underground preteen
t-shirt and shorts teens sex preteen
worn
casually, coming towards the exit. This is it. This is him. 6 feet and preteen sex goddess 4
inches of everything I desired.
The door swung open and I watched his steady gait; deliberate yet
casual, with a slightly intimidating aura surrounding him. As he got
closer, I couldn't fight the immense grin covering my face. He was even
more amazing in person. His hair seemed to glow like sparks from the sun
when it was pics boy preteen illuminated by the streetlights. In all of his pictures, his
hair was always darker, but in person, it was blatantly blond. Brilliant
golden spikes cut short like a buzz.
But just when I thought I could hold my own; that I wasn't going to
be absolutely blown away by him, I saw his incredible eyes. Two
sapphire-tainted emeralds preteen virgin cunt blazing with all sorts of energy, yet frozen like
two crystalline objects slammed into his eye-sockets. I felt the air
cascade from my lungs. He was incredible.
I let preteen girl gallery my eyes wander over the rest of his body: his broad
shoulders, gay sexe preteen his wide chest, strong and sturdy legs?
My attention returned quickly and little preteens top I remembered to preteen panty gallery speak.
"Shorts, a t-shirt, and flip flops? You do see the snow on the
ground, right?"
He grinned his lopsided grin, the one dimple in his left (or right
as I see it) cheek appearing like a perfectly formed dip in his smooth,
ivory skin. My breath hitched, but I covered it with a grin of my own.
"So I'm really sorry I'm here so late. Obviously I have the worst
traveler's luck. Not to mention, I had no idea where your dorms were."
He chuckled. "I gave you the address."
"Yeah, I know, but like?it doesn't list the address on the
building, so the cab driver just kinda pulled up on the side of the
road. That's when I called you."
"Yeah, but from the cab driver's phone!" he joked, laughing at my
expense.
We were entering the building now. He swiped his student ID and jailbait preteen girls the
second series of doors clicked, allowing him to swing it open with his
Hulk-strength arm. He held the door open and I trampled in with my huge
duffle and backpack. Awkwardly, I stood at the front desk with him as
someone before us signed a guest in.
"Well my phone was dead! I need to charge it?"
I reached for the phone that my mom had let me borrow while I was
in Chicago. I felt nothing in my pocket. So I checked again. Other
pockets. Back pockets. Jacket pockets.
"What the fu?"
"What?" he asked slowly.
"I?can't find my phone."
A look of realization preteen evie models came over his face. It was a curious face
that I found myself smiling preteens nymphets video at. He opened his mouth almost like he was
yawning, his eyebrows raising in an amused manner and his eyes alight with
mischief yet understanding. "Did you leave it in the cab?"
My face drained of its excess of color.
"Fuck."
"Here, you can call him. It's still in my recent calls."
I wanted to kiss him. Well?even more so than before, that is. I
took his way too large phone and put it to my ear, where the other end was
already ringing.
It's a really good thing I tipped that driver so well, or I'm sure
he wouldn't have come back. Thankfully, he did, and I received my phone
just fine.
The most awkward part so far was the elevator. After signing me in,
we had to take the elevator up to the top floor-7th-where his room was. It
was quiet in the dorm and the elevator, and I tried not to stare. But I
did. He was so preteen index directory much different looking in person. So tall?so strong?so much
brighter. My heart gave a small, feeble whine, but I silenced it. I had to
control my emotions. I promised.
"So I'm making pizza," he said with a sly smile.
"No ketchup, right?"
"Of course I have ketchup. What's pizza without ketchup?"
"Good pizza," I countered.
He rolled his eyes and laughed as he unlocked his dorm door. "Don't
diss it 'til you've tried it."
"Yeah, oh-kay."
The door opened silently and I glanced into his preteen model newsgroupnonnude preteen modelsl place. It was preteen vute
much
smaller than it had looked on the webcam. There was a dark blue couch I
knew all too well against the little underage preteens
pussy and preteens left-hand wall; at the end nearest the window
was a table with a lamp hungarian preteens on it. Closest to us was his desk, and on the
right-hand side, his roommate's preteen brazil pics
desk (cluttered and quite disgusting, I
might add) which was right next to the large flatscreen TV. Near the TV was
the dinner table which was currently being used to dry dishes; and to our
immediate right was the kitchenette, complete with a reverse-hinged
refrigerator, a tiny stovetop and oven, and a single-basin sink. Very cozy.
"Wilkommen zu Haus," he said in German, nudging me.
"You really did clean up for me, huh?" I joked.
He shrugged. "Eh, preteen nudists photo I got bored."
"Yeah, yeah?I'll take that as a yes."
He tossed his keys on the couch and turned to the kitchenette where
a pizza box sat atop the stove top, already opened with the oven
preheating.
"Where can I put my stuff and charge my phone?" I asked, surprised
my legs had gotten me this far. I was actually pretty tired as well?
"Oh, head to your left through the door; it's the bedroom. There's
a plug socket next to the nightstand."
I followed his instructions and entered the room. I was hit with a
wave of the smell of teenage boys. Strangely forums preteens
enough, though, I could smell
his preteen virgin ass scent, which intrigued me. It was?refreshingly clean and held a slight
tinge of something?sweet? But there was another element to it?a hint of
cologne mixed with his own natural scent white preteen breasts that blended young preteen bbs so well I felt myself
become slightly drunk off it. Immediately I plopped down on the bed preteens in dresses
on the
right-his roommate's. It smelled strange. I didn't like it too much.
I decided I should be quick and get the phone calls over with. I
plugged the preteen kd ilegal phone in, called my best friend Liz, called my other best
friend Morgan, called my mom, and then?called my preteen schoolgirs pics
boyfriend. Yeah?boyfriend.
It's a very complicated story, but the gist is that I ended up
dating a longtime "fuckbuddy" named Thomas, but we'd only been dating since
the previous Wednesday?which made us a couple for all of 2 days. Well?now
that it was Saturday, about 1:30 am, I guess that young beaver preteens made it about 3 days.
He answered, his voice slurred and angry. We'd been arguing that
day. He hates Chris and is insanely jealous of him. He has every petite preteen girls right to
be.
"I was just calling to tell you I was here."
"It took you that long to get there?"
"I took a cab and left my phone in homemade preteen photos it, so Chris had to call the cab
driver since I'd called him from the guy's phone when mine died, and asked
the guy to come back. I just got to his dorm now."
"Where is he?"
"Making pizza."
"Cute."
"Knock it off, Thomas."
"Dude I don't care. I don't preteen pic forum care. Do what you want. You're going to
anyway."
"I've been here all of 20 minutes and you already think we're about
to fuck. Get pics panties preteen
real, dude."
"Well I'ma go party with the boys?maybe call over some other
friends."
"Like who?"
"Peeps."
"Girls?"
"Maybe."
"Lovely."
"Aight?I'ma go now. Have a good time with Chicago boy."
The line went dead before I could respond.
I knew who he was inviting. I didn't like it. Another interesting
fact about Thomas was that he had a girlfriend that I insisted he keep
dating because I didn't want him to come out for me. We had agreed that he
wouldn't 3d preteen movies have sex with her, and they would just hang out?sorta like
friends, I guess. I preteens porn site didn't really care because I'm not a jealous person. At
all. It's almost pathetic.
I took a deep breath and preteens with dogs collected my thoughts before heading out
to the living area. Chris was checking the pizza.
"How's dinner coming?"
"Eh?still got like, 10 more minutes."
"Uuuuuuuuuugh?I'm so hungry," I moaned. It was true. I hadn't eaten
since earlier that day at about 5 pm. It was now sexy petite preteens going on 2, and since my
body was used to Eastern Standard Time, I felt preteen girls posingphotos like it was 3 am?almost 12
hours without food.
"Wanna watch some TV?"
"Suuuuuuuuuuuure?pass the time," I responded.
He changed the channel to something mildly more interesting and we
sat far from each other on opposite ends of the couch. I swear, to this
day, that he was giving me glances. Checking me out. Sizing me up. It made
me feel good?but it made me feel self-conscious. I was nowhere near hot
enough for him.
"Pizza time?" I asked him after sitting in silence for a while,
save a few laughs preteen forum galleries and passing comments at the TV show.
"Oh yeah, lemme check." He love preteens nude
hopped up and I watched the thick
muscles in his legs work as preteen suductive p