I know this will sound corny, But what the fuck. I'm a long time reader, First time poster. This is the first time I've ever written anything, so i'd like your opinions on the start of my story, tell me what you think. I don't expect it will be any good, So be brutal, Be brutal!.
I was rushing home, it was about 4pm. I was rushing because I knew I had two hours alone to look at porn as I masturbated. I was anxious to get home after a particularly steamy science session with a girl called Lauren. Lauren was perfect in every way, beautiful long legs, short skirt, a b or a c cup, dark brown hair, Did I mention short skirt?. Whenever were called to the front so the teacher could drone on about something or other, she always sat on the top of a desk to my left. Me and my mate, Chris have a bet on what type and colour of panties she's wearing, as it happens she was wearing a white thong. And Lauren, being generous as well as sexy, kept crossing and uncrossing her legs giving me and Chris quite a show.
I walk through this half completed estate to get home, you know one of those Betta Homes developments. Lot's of the kids from my school use it to get home, so I wasn't exactly on my own. 300 hundred yards behind me were a large group of boys, from the year above, I wasn't exactly anxious to meet them. What I saw in front of me gave me a hard on: A tall, long legged blonde girl. Our school uniforms aren't exactly skin tight: Blazer, blue shirt and a skirt or trousers, normally the girls wear the skirts. From what I could see she was wearing a tight blue shirt, from the absence of straps, I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She was carrying the blazer, as it was a hot day. Her skirt was incredibly short, ending about mid thigh. I'd seen her in school, her name was Kirsty or something. I'm getting ahead of myself let me tell you what I look like: I'm about 5'9, 14 years old, Medium build with dark brown hair and blue eyes, i'm not exacly fat, but i'm not thin either, you know normal. Neither me and Chris were very popular with the girls, but we talked a lot about sex. One of our main fantasys was being able to control time. Which is why I decided to say "Please let me control time" a hundred times, just incase it worked. I said it the hundreth time, nothing happend. I thought to myself, "Time stop". I laughed at myself, knowing it wouldn't work. "Shit" I swore, ahead of me Kirsty had frozen still, one of her beautiful legs was midstep, off the ground. I looked behind me, the older boys had frozen as well. I increased my pace, to catch up with Kirsty. When I reached her I tapped her on the shoulder, she didn't move. Right then I realised what this meant, I could do anything I wanted to who I wanted. But I needed to test it, Who better than this beautiful blonde? Normally if I touched up a girl like this, I'd get a kick in the balls or a very pissed of boyfriend having a "chat" with me. I gritted my teeth, reaching out to squeeze her tight, firm ass. The only thing that happend was my erection grew in size, squeezing painfully against my trousers.
I was rushing home, it was about 4pm. I was rushing because I knew I had two hours alone to look at porn as I masturbated. I was anxious to get home after a particularly steamy science session with a girl called Lauren. Lauren was perfect in every way, beautiful long legs, short skirt, a b or a c cup, dark brown hair, Did I mention short skirt?. Whenever were called to the front so the teacher could drone on about something or other, she always sat on the top of a desk to my left. Me and my mate, Chris have a bet on what type and colour of panties she's wearing, as it happens she was wearing a white thong. And Lauren, being generous as well as sexy, kept crossing and uncrossing her legs giving me and Chris quite a show.
I walk through this half completed estate to get home, you know one of those Betta Homes developments. Lot's of the kids from my school use it to get home, so I wasn't exactly on my own. 300 hundred yards behind me were a large group of boys, from the year above, I wasn't exactly anxious to meet them. What I saw in front of me gave me a hard on: A tall, long legged blonde girl. Our school uniforms aren't exactly skin tight: Blazer, blue shirt and a skirt or trousers, normally the girls wear the skirts. From what I could see she was wearing a tight blue shirt, from the absence of straps, I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She was carrying the blazer, as it was a hot day. Her skirt was incredibly short, ending about mid thigh. I'd seen her in school, her name was Kirsty or something. I'm getting ahead of myself let me tell you what I look like: I'm about 5'9, 14 years old, Medium build with dark brown hair and blue eyes, i'm not exacly fat, but i'm not thin either, you know normal. Neither me and Chris were very popular with the girls, but we talked a lot about sex. One of our main fantasys was being able to control time. Which is why I decided to say "Please let me control time" a hundred times, just incase it worked. I said it the hundreth time, nothing happend. I thought to myself, "Time stop". I laughed at myself, knowing it wouldn't work. "Shit" I swore, ahead of me Kirsty had frozen still, one of her beautiful legs was midstep, off the ground. I looked behind me, the older boys had frozen as well. I increased my pace, to catch up with Kirsty. When I reached her I tapped her on the shoulder, she didn't move. Right then I realised what this meant, I could do anything I wanted to who I wanted. But I needed to test it, Who better than this beautiful blonde? Normally if I touched up a girl like this, I'd get a kick in the balls or a very pissed of boyfriend having a "chat" with me. I gritted my teeth, reaching out to squeeze her tight, firm ass. The only thing that happend was my erection grew in size, squeezing painfully against my trousers.
Informing a "newbie" that stories containing 14 year old children are not allowed at Lit is not criticism. And, stating that if he is ONE OF THE MANY lately looking to "get off" on pissing off Lit members, and that I won't continue with his thread if that is the case, is not criticism. 
