A gay adult story: How I Met Karen’s Clit / Improvising In Band Class by SuperScott27
I’ve decided to start publishing as dark fantasy. So that hopefully, I’ll no longer have to worry about some’s, moral beliefs bringing on any kind of personal attack(s)… As well, I’ve renewed my profile, wanting to separate myself from those first attempts. Apologizing for how badly they turned out… I present, an improved canvas. Yes, these stories are fantastical, all the same, they aren’t fiction. As embellished true accounts, each one’s basis in reality varies. With that said, in the sake of protecting identity, some names may or may not be altered.
I wanted to release this one to go along with the first part. Though not chronological, reading these in order can still yield information useful later on. Such as in Volume II, shining a light on Scott’s bisexuality as well as foreshadowing the events that surely potentiated it.
III and IV are next, both together. Then, the conclusion to this memorable day.
Thank you so much for the positive reaction to Affairs of a Family in Sin! That meant a lot to me and there will be more to come!
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b]How I Met Karen’s Clit / Improvising In Band Class
Volume V — Tales Of Sport And Hunting : Part Two [/b]
Through fox’s eyes,
I’ve been watching you.
How do you free your mind,
So that you’re not confined,
By our concept,
Of what we call time.
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And what I must now,
Bring back,
I’m wondering,
Were you giants?
Or friends?
Even the more again,
Lovers or enemies?
One or all of these?
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Lady has just left me on the sidewalk… Giving me head no more than fifty feet away from school!! Snow falling lightly, I walk toward another day of learning. Though… Mostly daydreaming. Remembering the other time I’d already gotten domed up at this place… If Lady’s knob job had been awesome — that would make Karen’s divine!! So good…she gives you goosebumps. A girl to even give Lanny a run for her money.
Picturing in my mind her stunning appearance… Truly divine! Standing 5’8″ she is tall and slim. Her figure accentuating a sprouting frame sooo perfectly, with petite AA cups and a taught apple of an ass, small but succulent. With hair straight and feathery, light-brown and layered down to her neck. As for her eyes, a shrewd hazel that bore into you as she talks. Along with her skin, which being the best feature about her — is a beautiful amber brown. Yes… either Samoan or Hawaiian… I know, so hot…
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At the high-school football games, her and her friends take the opportunity away from both school and parents to fool around. These girls being at such times… Rowdy, to say the least. They gossip about boys mostly. Secret whisperings…over whose boyfriend’s pole is bigger! Shame not being in any of these girls vocabularies!! Trying to approach her too, them surrounding her like that… Her, so tall and confident. In a jean skirt and heeled-sandals, yellow with straps at the ankles… My legs turn to jelly and my tongue sand, not helping either, that those girls are just as prime of ass as she is!!! I freeze-up every time!
To make matters worse on this occasion, I’m finally coming close enough to talk to her… Meanwhile, she is brashly telling them, “Last night I was watching one of my parents’ pornos and my dad fuckin walked in on me!!!” Standing by the concessions, they shriek out their laughter. I remain camouflaged by the passing crowd. Hearing this though, my throat catches as I listen to see what happens–“Yeah… I’d just snagged the tape from their drawer. I’d found it before…” She looks around at them with a sly face. “–you know, looking for a vibrator or something good in there. By the way…” She winks. “She doesn’t have one…” They giggle. “She was gone and he was supposed to have been at work… He had come home cuz he forgot something, finding the drawer open and the tape gone!”–she pouts–“He came into my room…and — walked in on me playing with my kitty!!!”
They all laugh. “OH MY God!” following from some. “What’d he do!!?”
” ‘What the hell are you doing!!?’ “–she says in a gruffy voice–“Hehehe, so…what could I do!? So… I told him…” she whines, “–What you think!? Daddy!…masturbating…!”
“Haaahaaa…!!! Did he freak out!!?”
“Nah…I should have just kept on though — seen what he’d of done!! No…” She sighs. “I just gave him back his movie and apologized. He acts like it never even happened!!! Lame…” More giggles…
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Walking out of class particularly sleepy one day. There she is, my golden vixen. Next to the water fountain, her and a friend harass any boy that happens by. Indulging in some kind of practical joke… (My kind of girl!) Forwardly, she asks one, “Hi! Do you know where the clit is!?” He blushes, looking around shyly, “UHhhm…what?”
Her friend, a tiny Hispanic with a fat ass, asks someone else, “How bout you?” As I drink next to him, my heart beats a mile per second.
He tells them, “What, why…do y–you?” Karen laughs, giving him her shoulder and facing me. Her eyes a faint blue, around a ring of gold, sparkling deviously. “Hello. How about you?” Holding her hand out to me as if with a microphone. “Do you know where the female clitoris is located?” Both girls smiling coyly.
“Sure I do.”
“Your the first one to at least answer!” Karen says, her eyes looking right into mine, measuring up my confidence. “So…where exactly then?”
“Uhhhm…” (Fuck it!) I think as the second ticks by. I might as well go all or nothing! If I lose this girl I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. With my pointed finger, I let my hand glide it’s way down to her vag. “Right here.” Pressing against her snatch, the force pushes us into the water fountain.
“Uhh, hey!!” Her friend says.
“Bingo!” She tells me, her eyes widening. Our bodies pressing together as I grope her for everyone to see. Not able to help myself after… Rubbing on the soft skin of her yielding vagina but through her pants… (Oh man!…now….I– ahhhh, I have to feel it!) “Wow… Mmmm you surprise me!” She taunts, “Aren’t you a seventh grader?” She asks, while gently pushing my arm away.
“Right…” the other one says.
“Let me walk you to your class.” I tell her.
“Okay…see ya Gabby.” We walk from the crowded hall, down the stairs, toward the gym. After we exchange names, she tells me nonchalantly, “If you want I know a place we could go, that’s safe…” (…That was easy!) Lightheaded, we walk outside, sluffing class, (That’s what they call it here…) and sneaking off to snog and then some. Which, this whole time, has actually been a scam on my part!… Though…if so and I am such a mac?…how come I’m the one following her…? Oh well, ultimately — making out to strange for sure!