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Chapter 10
by Landon816
Who’s on the Couch?
Hazel
John looked to see the blonde hair girl on the couch with glasses. She’s wearing a sweater even with how hot it is outside. Sweat pants that are quite baggy, and slippers. She was currently reading her book
“Hey, Hazel.” John quietly said which caused her to look up.
“Umm… hey.” She said a little shock to see John.
“Hazel, shouldn’t you be in class?” Emma asked with a raise eyebrow.
“It’s Saturday…” She responded, confuse.
“It is! I had no idea!” She laughed before looking back at John. “Anyways, feel free to come by my room anytime and we can talk about boys!” She then hurried upstairs, pulling out her phone.
(Now folks, we’re all about to experience the interaction of two awkward people in a room. Anything could happen, anything could be said.)
John awkwardly looked around as Hazel went back to reading her book. He nodded a few times before blowing out of his circle shaped lips. She taps the edge of her book as she takes a look at the TV that isn’t on. John leaned some to see what she was reading which Hazel noticed. As a reflex, he looked around, inspecting the house. She took a deep breath before looking at her book again. He looked to see a tiny cactus on the shelf and started to inspect it while moving the pot.
“Soooo… what book are--”
“I’m gonna go to my room.” She quickly stood up.
“That’s fair… th-that’s fair…” He sighed as she walked past him, keeping her head down. After a few seconds of him being there, he sighed with a strange look. “Why am I like this?”
He pulled out his phone and began to text Chris.
John: Hey. I’m here. Can I perhaps go into your room?
Chris: Fuck no! Ill be home in 30 mins. Go entertain yourself, don’t talk to Emma!
John sighed as he walked to the kitchen see that no one is there. “I’ll just sit here until--”
“John!” He got scared as he heard that voice and see an older woman walk downstairs with a bright smile. His eyes widen as he registered what she was wearing. Of course he had to see one more woman this week in a skimpy bikini. Ms. Hunt was a very attractive woman who is more tan due to her tanning, never see tan lines either. But her tan, her DD breast, and her nice ass.
“Hey, Ms. Hunt.” He got nervous as he noticed the wine bottle in her hand.
“How’s my favorite son’s friend… and his only friend.” She walked up and squeezed his left cheek.
“Good… very good recently.” He smiles with a nod, fighting against his boner.
“Oh, that’s amazing to hear, hon!” She let go and poured herself a bottle of wine.
“How are you?” John asked with a nervous look.
“Oh! I’m amazing, honey! About to go tan, probably enjoy the water too!” She then grabbed her completely filled up wine bottle and began to take a big sip, half of it being gone. “Want to join?” She asked with a smile. He did bring his actual swimsuit here but he feels unsure putting it on and go swimming after yesterday.
“Umm… I might just stay in here until Chris arrives.” He told her which made her have an over exaggerated frown.
“Aww! I thought I’d have someone help with my back. Hard to reach back there!” She laughed as she grabbed her glass and her wine bottle. “Well, the offer is still there if you want.” She then hurried along, her ass cheeks jumping along as she hurries by.
“What do I do for thirty minutes…” He asked himself, awkward. He is thinking about what he can do. Probably talk to Hazel and see if they can have a full conversation. Talk to Emma about boys or what not… or he could help Chris’ hot mom with lotion…
Who It Gonna Be?!
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Swim Club
A Club, Not A Team
John Doe, a senior in high school joined the swim club. What he didn’t know was that he would be swimming with three of the hottest teachers at school, who run the club. As the first member, his first meeting had an embarrassing accident which will change his love life.
Updated on May 4, 2025
by Tyff
Created on Aug 10, 2024
by Landon816
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