Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11

Introduction:

What happened after supper

Times in my Life: Part Two

Introduction: What happened after supper

ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED IN SEXUAL ACTS ARE OF LEGAL AGE. THIS STORY IS A FANTASY LOOSELY BASED ON TRUE EVENTS. ALL NAMES AND PLACES ARE FICTIONAL, AND ANY RELATION TO ANY PERSON, PLACE, OR THING IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL. THIS STORY IS COPYRIGHT 2014 BY THE AUTHOR AND UNAUTHORIZED COPYING OR OTHER FORMS OF REPRODUCTION ARE STRICTLY FORBIDDEN WITHOUT THE EXPRESS WRITTEN CONSENT OF THE AUTHOR

My second post of erotic fiction. Actually, this is my second post of any kind of fiction on an open site.

To say that I am absolutely flabbergasted with the kind words left in the comment section of my first effort would be an understatement of the highest magnitude. I am worried though that I may not be able to live up to the expectations expressed in those comments. I will however do my best not to disappoint.

I have written these fictions because enjoy reading similar stories, and want to contribute to the cause, I hope to be able to write stories that are interesting and believable. I spent a lot of time writing the drafts, editing them, crafting them with great care for the enjoyment of you the reader. As I got to the end of the final draft, this 'little story had crossed the 10 thousand work mark and ran to 25 pages in the word processor I use.

To answer the question of one commenter, these events are set in the 70's. There were no cell phones and colour TV sets were still a rare sight.

As always, constructive criticisms are welcome. If you enjoy what I'm writing, please take a moment to give it a 'positive' rating as well as any comments you wish to leave.

Preamble:

In Part One we met Nick, the new guy in town, as he made his way through his first day of high-school. This story is about what happened to him that evening....

Part Two

Chapter Four: Meeting the babysitter

Mom, dad, my sister and sat down for supper. Mom had made meatloaf and home-made scalloped potatoes 'au gratin'; there was also a small bowl of salad on top each of our plates. Mom was a great believer in starting a meal off with a salad. There were an assortment of salad dressings sitting on the middle of the table. We all had our favourites, but it was nice to change it up once in a while. There was also a bag of croutons, a shaker of bacon bits and a small bowl of grated cheese. If you're going to have a salad, you might as well make once you're going to enjoy eating. A large bowl of con niblets with a serving spoon an a plate with celery and carrot sticks finished off the bounty of food on the table.

We finished off the salads and my sister took the bowls over to the kitchen sink and rinsed them off before setting them in the bottom of the sink.

My mom's meatloaf was one of my favourite main dishes, and her home-made scalloped potatoes were absolutely my favourite way of eating potatoes. Our plates were soon full of food and we happily ate our meal, enjoying the great taste of the food and telling mom how much we appreciated her effort.

My dad asked, "So how was your first day of high-school Nick?"

"Okay I guess... I spent most of my time learning where all the classrooms were and trying to remember the names of the teachers and other students I met."

My sister piped up, "You can hardly remember where our house is let alone a big school with a lot of rooms!" She was ignored by the rest of us.

"What were the teachers like?" asked mom.

"Like teachers!" I said with a bit of sarcasm in my voice.

"Seriously though, how were they?" she asked again.

"Most of them are older and there are a couple of younger ones. They're all men except for the English teacher. My history teacher, Mr. Kertz is also my homeroom teacher."

"What's homeroom?", asked my sister who was still in public school, and didn't have homeroom.

"Homeroom is where you go at the beginning of the school day so they can take attendance and also if there are any announcements, they will be heard on the classroom's P.A. speaker. As soon as the announcements are finished then you have 5 minutes to get to your first class of the day."

"How many classes do you have in one day?", she asked. Being in public school she had the same classes every day.

"Usually 7 classes per day unless you have a spare period; in that case, you have 6 classes that day. Classes are 40 minutes long and you have 5 minutes to get to the next class,

And... there are 4 days in a high school week. On the fifth day, we start over on 'day 1'; each room has the day number written on the top right-hand corner of the black board. They also tell you the day number during morning announcements.

And just to confuse things even more, lunch period and fourth class switch with each other every other day."

"Wow... that's a lot of stuff to remember", said my sister.

Mom and dad both looked at me and related to me that things were much simpler when they went to high school. Same courses everyday, lunch was always the same time everyday. And of course, they had to 'walk 5 miles to school and it was uphill both ways.