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During my sophomore year I went on my first date. It happened to be a double date. We had talked together about all the girls we lusted after and he told me that he had finally asked his favorite girl out on a date. He needed some support, though, so he asked me to ask the girl I was interesting in out and then we could go all go out on a double date. My first date happened to be a double date with Gilbert and his date. I happened to get about a third of the way between second and third base with this girl on that date but then we immediately broke up — even though we were never officially dating.

Gilbert also immediately stopped seeing the girl he had asked out on that date. Soon thereafter I began dating the girl that Gilbert had broken up with. He had a wicked sense of humor and a devilish way of seducing girls and a teddy bear cuteness that was irresistible to females. I could never figure out his mojo. He was like a very young Charlie Harper. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. What the bloody hell did she see in him? I kept asking myself. But whenever I saw them together I was amazed by how they simply could not keep their hands off each other. They radiated love and lust in extremely high decibel levels. Gilbert suddenly had no time for me. But then she dumped him. Gilbert was heartbroken to his very core.

He was suddenly my friend again and demanded every bit of my attention he could muster. I was very shaken by this and told myself that I would not put myself through this. By this point in time Gilbert and I had become smoking buddies. We smoked an ungodly amount of pot together…. Both of us worked in fast-food joints at the time and after work we would get together and drive out into the desert. We would leave the city and drive on old dirt roads out to places far out from civilization…. We would get out of the car and sit on the hood of the car and look up at the endless night sky while we smoked joints together and listened to Led Zeppelin and other bands blaring from the car stereo while we ate fried chicken and jalapenos.

That was something else Gilbert and I had in common. We both loved extremely hot spicy food. We once had a jalapeno eating contest. We flipped a coin to see who would go first. The first person would take a bite of a hot jalapeno and the next person would take a bite of hot jalapeno. No drinks or anything else were allowed. We kept taking bites of jalapeno until finally the first person would quit, at which point the other person would win. Gilbert, after more than a dozen jalapenos, won. Gilbert and I were still in the band together.

In so many high schools around the country being in the band was considered the epitome of dorkyness. But the band of the high school I went to was, at the time, rated as one of the top ten high school bands in the nation! We had a legendary band director and we won every band contest we ever entered. We played half-time shows for National Football teams. We were the featured band in the Sun Carnival Parade each year and we played the half-time for, what was then called the Sun Bowl, for several years in a row.

And then in our senior year a new girl suddenly appeared in the band. She had transferred from a local district to our high school in attempts to further her scholastic resume. She was a saxophone player who sat directly in the row in front of Gilbert and me. What I did not realize at the time was that she was also the daughter of the local district attorney. This girl was incredibly, outrageously hot. She made Bo Derek look pathetic. Gilbert, of course, immediately asked her out and she said no. I had already lusted after her like every other male in the school, but that is when I decided that I had to have her. But I played a different game.

I befriended her and talked to her incessantly but I never asked her out. I stood passively by while I watched close to a hundred different guys ask her out. Most of those guys were all the macho guys who made me look like a dweeb. She said no to every one of those guys. Meanwhile I just continued to establish my friendship with her. And I never asked her out. He looked at me like our entire friendship had lost all its meaning. I eventually asked her out and she said yes. She had said no to almost a hundred guys before she finally said yes to me. My ego shot into the stratosphere.

I plwasure suddenly the hottest dude in all the high school. I had accomplished what no other male could do. I was pkeasure myself. We went out a pleasurf of times and I made it a third of the way from third base to homeplate. We talked about it and agreed that homeplate would finally be mine on Homecoming night. We got together twice a day to get stoned. Kno first time was our lunch hour. Then we would drive out into the desert to smoke a joint and then Stories pleasure knob our lunches before heading back to knib. It was a daily thing.

The second time of each day that we would meet to get stoned was after work in the evening. I already described that routine. In our Senior year Gilbert and I shared the same lunch hour. My new extremely hot girlfriend had the Sgories lunch hour. Since I could not have lunch pleasjre her I had lunch with Gilbert. Almost Stories pleasure knob day we would drive to a local fast-food joint to get some lunch. We would then drive out into the desert to eat our lunch, smoke a joint, then go back to school. It was a routine. But when it came to Homecoming Day we were both completely out of pot. We had both placed numerous phone calls to no avail. We ended up meeting for lunch and going out into the desert stone cold sober.

Part of my daily routine had been to come back from lunch with Gilbert and to meet my extraordinarily hot girlfriend in the hall before we attended our next class. We were beyond horny. When the bell rang she would go into her class and I would venture onward to my class knobb I would pleaaure consistently late and where I would put my head down on my desk and take a nap to sleep off the lunchtime high. The high school vice principal hated my guts. He was after me. He knew that I smoked pot and drank alcohol and proudly broke every rule in the book.

But he had never caught me in the act. The high school I went to allowed students to smoke cigarettes but only in designated areas. This was way, way back in the early Seventies. They allowed students to smoke but there was a school-wide rule that forbade kissing in the hallways. Kissing, and more specifically, French kissing was banned within the school buildings but was allowed out-of-doors, just like smoking. It was an archaic rule that had never been enforced. No one to my knowledge had ever been busted for kissing in the halls. And there I was on Homecoming Day French-kissing my extraordinarily hot new girlfriend in the hallway, stone cold sober without smoking pot or drinking beer on my lunch hour like I normally did, when I felt a finger tapping my shoulder.

I withdrew my tongue and turned around to see the vice-principal. The only problem was that I was stone cold sober. He had me breathe on the school nurse and the principle and various other school officials, all of whom said that they could not smell any alcohol or pot odors. They all said that the only thing they could smell was the lingering smell of jalapenos. The vice-principal then called the band director who said that I was a worthless piece of crap who was an alcoholic and drug addict and that I should be expelled from school.

The vice-principal then walked around his desk and stuck his face right into mine. Is there anyone who can corroborate your story? I realized that my only hope was to name someone who could corroborate my story. I suddenly blurted out that I had lunch with Gilbert. I immediately realized what a mistake that was. The vice-principal smiled and then went back behind his desk. He picked up his phone and made some phone calls. The next thing I knew both me and Gilbert were suspended from school for a week. I felt like shit for ratting out my best friend and Gilbert got suspended without ever having a chance to defend himself.

The weird thing is that I was not suspended for marijuana intoxication or alcohol intoxication; the things the vice-principal had been waiting to bust me for. He simply had no grounds to suspend me for this. And Gilbert got suspended for no other reason than being associated with me. I ended up being suspended from high school for the nefarious infraction of kissing a girl in the hallway. I became the very first student in the history of our high school to be suspended for the infraction of kissing a girl in the hallway. And so it came to be that my greatest achievement in high school was being kicked out of school for kissing a girl in the hallway.

For a virgin like myself this was like winning an Oscar. My young ego exploded like an Hiroshima bomb. I was the first. There was no way that he would allow his glorious daughter to be associated with a scumbag such as myself. His reputation was on the line. When I called her she said that it was all over; that she was not allowed to come near me. Any chance of reaching home plate had evaporated in the wind. So in one fell swoop I lost my girlfriend and, through being an unwitting snitch, I lost my best friend, Gilbert. I felt like shit. My very upset parents thought that Gilbert was a bad influence on me and told me to stay away from him.

We both were pretty normal kids, though. It was only when together that we got in trouble. We soon graduated from high school and went our separate ways. My parents had sat me down and explained that they only had enough money to send one of us kids to college and since my brother made better grades than I did they invested their money in him. It was suggested that I try to get a job with the phone company or electric company or maybe the railroad; something I could work at for forty years and then collect a good retirement. The very thought of spending my life like that utterly horrified me. I told my parents that I wanted to be writer and that I wanted to go to college. Who reads books anymore with television?

You need a job. Then I went to college. The money, of course, did not last very long.

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I ended up having to drop out and come home. I got a job and an apartment and tried to resuscitate my financial situation while figuring out my next move. This is when I ran into Gilbert again. I was surprised to see that he had gained about 30 or 40 pounds. I was also surprised by the news he had to tell me. It turned out that Gilbert had also dropped out of college but not because of money but rather because he had grown bored with it. He had just recently broken up with his most recent girlfriend and one night after the breakup he had gotten extremely drunk and stoned and was driving through a residential neighborhood when he passed out at the wheel. His vehicle went up over the curb, across the front lawn of a suburban home and then crashed into the house.

As with all his previous car wrecks — and he had several — Gilbert walked away with just a few scratches. I could go to jail or…. Both of us having had military dads, we had talked often in the early years about how much we both hated anything military. Looking into his face I could see that he was not happy about his fate. We can catch up and I can have some fun before I have to leave. We had gone up there many times on weekends back in high school once we were old enough to drive. We usually brought girls with us.

This time it was just Gilbert and me. On the drive north he pulled a baggie out of his pocket and rolled a joint. He knows exactly what titillates me and he does everything with so much love and lust combined. He sure is aware of how much pleasure I get from my breasts. My nipples are almost always hard, and they seem to glisten in their delicate cherry color. For his physique, they are surprisingly soft and gentle. I like his playfulness. He really does know my sweet spot.

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This morning, he woke up earlier than usual and brought me avocado toast and some tea for breakfast in bed. He usually does this, especially on weekends. He kissed me gently on the lips while he put the bed tray on my lap. I looked at him and gave him a peck on the cheek. I put my teacup down, faced him, and gave him a deep kiss on his lips while I ran my hands all over his torso. Things escalated quickly, and he started unbuttoning my silk nightie. He kissed me on my ear while whispering things that I seriously could no longer comprehend as the tickles already consumed my sensations. He went down to kiss my neck and my body arched in response. My nipples slowly swelled up as his lips and tongue brought quivers all over me.

He continued kissing my neck then slowly went down to my chest. He teased me by running his tongue on every inch of my breasts yet constantly missing my nipples. The more he did this, the more I craved. As he saw me begging, he finally let his lips touch my nipples. It was heaven, and it felt so incredibly good. He alternately kissed them with so much fervor. The leaking fluids between my legs started soaking our sheets. My body trembled as he pleasured me.

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