sleepingsunshine

So, the other day while I was sitting in my Shakespeare class I started day dreaming about someone from my past. It was somewhat weird, seeing as how I have not thought about him for years.

When I was in high school, I didn't date much. I was just way too picky and into my own thing. During my sophomore year I took a journalism class where I met him, Chris. He was the chubby dummer boy who had a crappy rock band. From the moment I laid eyes on him I was crushin. He had a girlfriend..I hated her, because she had what I wanted. I remember giving that girl the most hateful looks when i'd see her, she had no idea. I'm not sure exactly how it happened, but I ended up his mistress. We would write each other love letters and plan out when the next time we could see one another. At the time of course, I thought he wanted to be with me, but well I was a dumbass, he was just trying to get in my pants. And it worked somewhat.

Both of us would figure out times where we could get out of our classes for 10 mins or so, and we'd meet in various places. Stair wells...the woods behind the school. We'd be all over each other, I'd grab his hair, he'd slide his hands up my skirt. He would pick me up from home on the weekends and take me to his band practice, where we'd do everything, but have sex. This went on for about a year. She never knew, and I never felt bad. I was an asshole I know. I blame the hormones.

Anyways, this whole flash back of teenage smooching and groping in places like stair wells just got me hot. I found myself sitting there with my Shakespeare bible wishing I could just run back home and masturbate. I figure I am not the only one that this happens to, please share if you can relate .