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I write on an ancient computer that occasionally glitches the date. I just found this blurb on my computer--written how many years ago?--and don't recall where it was going. Any ideas? Is this where the tentacle monsters appear?
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Through the din of the gymnasium, the voice behind her rang clear.
“Hey, Katie.”
Katie spun, a smile already forming on her face. “Hi Greg,” she said with a little wave.
“You look great.”
“Thanks, you do too. Blue looks nice on you.”
She smiled up at him as they appraised each other.
“Well, we finally made it,” she said, breaking the awkward pause.
“Yeah. Some of us better than others. Honor society?” he asked, motioning to the gold sash hanging over her shoulders.
“Yes, I’m the treasurer,” she replied. “But hey, you did good to! I’m so proud of you!”
“Yeah, well I think maybe Mr. James changed a few of my grades…,” he said. “Hey, you going to party tonight?”
“Oh, um, no, my parents are having…,” she started. Greg nodded knowingly. “Maybe you could stop by?”
“Oh, no, I don’t think your parents would want me there.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
Their moment was interrupted by the principle coming on the bullhorn, telling everyone to line up.
“Good luck on your speech,” Greg smiled, giving her a brief hug before trotting across the gym to join the other boys as they lined up for graduation.
Katie be good. Katie behave. Katie keep your grades up. All the time her parents trying to control her. She was 18 for goodness sake! All the other girls got to have fun, got to go to parties, got to date boys. But no, not Katie. Well, that was going to change, she resolved. In a few months she would be heading out to college, and she didn’t want to leave an ocean of regret behind.
Greg had been asking her out since junior year. Hot Greg, with muscles and a wicked smile. Naturally, her parents forbade her to have anything to do with him. No boys, that’s why she was going to attend a bible college. All she had managed to get away with was few stolen kisses in the library after school, not nearly enough to sate her desires. My goodness, that boy could kiss. Probably because he had had a lot of practice, having dated several dozen girls.
“I wish I could just be with you,” he’d whisper to her, “But I have to make due.”
And so, on a cloudy night in late June, she slipped out of her bedroom window, scuttled across the garage roof, and hopped down to the ground. Moments later she was in his car as he whisked her away to make-out point.
She wanted to please him. She wanted to be bad, to feel what all those other girls felt, but she couldn’t shake her inhibitions. His hands on her breasts, still covered by her shirt and bra, caused her to flinch even as need coursed thru her veins. Greg was incredibly understanding, allowing her to set the pace, but whispering naughty thoughts to her as they kissed. He guided her hand to his crotch and she recoiled as she realized what she was touching. Eventually he gave up. She wept her apologies as he drove her home. She had never felt so humiliated, so useless. She was about to be a college girl yet she still behaved like a little child.
Alone in her bed, her despair crystallized into a goal, a fierce commitment to stop being the stuck up prude. After months of dreaming about getting Greg alone, she had completely and utterly failed when she finally had him. She resolved that if he ever cared to see her again, she would do her darndest to make it up to him. Her mind focused on what it was like to touch him, imaging opening his pants and stroking him. He would love it, she would be so gentle, allowing him to squeeze her boobs while she made him feel good. Every night, and often during the day, she would fantasize about what she would do differently. When she finally ran into him on Main Street, she seized the opportunity to whisper a naughty promise into his ear. That night she slipped out of her room again.
Greg took her to the park and walked her to the empty pavilion.
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Through the din of the gymnasium, the voice behind her rang clear.
“Hey, Katie.”
Katie spun, a smile already forming on her face. “Hi Greg,” she said with a little wave.
“You look great.”
“Thanks, you do too. Blue looks nice on you.”
She smiled up at him as they appraised each other.
“Well, we finally made it,” she said, breaking the awkward pause.
“Yeah. Some of us better than others. Honor society?” he asked, motioning to the gold sash hanging over her shoulders.
“Yes, I’m the treasurer,” she replied. “But hey, you did good to! I’m so proud of you!”
“Yeah, well I think maybe Mr. James changed a few of my grades…,” he said. “Hey, you going to party tonight?”
“Oh, um, no, my parents are having…,” she started. Greg nodded knowingly. “Maybe you could stop by?”
“Oh, no, I don’t think your parents would want me there.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
Their moment was interrupted by the principle coming on the bullhorn, telling everyone to line up.
“Good luck on your speech,” Greg smiled, giving her a brief hug before trotting across the gym to join the other boys as they lined up for graduation.
Katie be good. Katie behave. Katie keep your grades up. All the time her parents trying to control her. She was 18 for goodness sake! All the other girls got to have fun, got to go to parties, got to date boys. But no, not Katie. Well, that was going to change, she resolved. In a few months she would be heading out to college, and she didn’t want to leave an ocean of regret behind.
Greg had been asking her out since junior year. Hot Greg, with muscles and a wicked smile. Naturally, her parents forbade her to have anything to do with him. No boys, that’s why she was going to attend a bible college. All she had managed to get away with was few stolen kisses in the library after school, not nearly enough to sate her desires. My goodness, that boy could kiss. Probably because he had had a lot of practice, having dated several dozen girls.
“I wish I could just be with you,” he’d whisper to her, “But I have to make due.”
And so, on a cloudy night in late June, she slipped out of her bedroom window, scuttled across the garage roof, and hopped down to the ground. Moments later she was in his car as he whisked her away to make-out point.
She wanted to please him. She wanted to be bad, to feel what all those other girls felt, but she couldn’t shake her inhibitions. His hands on her breasts, still covered by her shirt and bra, caused her to flinch even as need coursed thru her veins. Greg was incredibly understanding, allowing her to set the pace, but whispering naughty thoughts to her as they kissed. He guided her hand to his crotch and she recoiled as she realized what she was touching. Eventually he gave up. She wept her apologies as he drove her home. She had never felt so humiliated, so useless. She was about to be a college girl yet she still behaved like a little child.
Alone in her bed, her despair crystallized into a goal, a fierce commitment to stop being the stuck up prude. After months of dreaming about getting Greg alone, she had completely and utterly failed when she finally had him. She resolved that if he ever cared to see her again, she would do her darndest to make it up to him. Her mind focused on what it was like to touch him, imaging opening his pants and stroking him. He would love it, she would be so gentle, allowing him to squeeze her boobs while she made him feel good. Every night, and often during the day, she would fantasize about what she would do differently. When she finally ran into him on Main Street, she seized the opportunity to whisper a naughty promise into his ear. That night she slipped out of her room again.
Greg took her to the park and walked her to the empty pavilion.
