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This is the first erotic story I've ever written, so comments and constructive criticisms are warmly welcomed. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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The humidity in the air clung to Reagan O'Neal's legs as she walked down the street. It was the first week of summer vacation, and, in true Georgia form, it was hot and just a bit muggy. It was just past 1 in the morning, and she was restless and a little bit horny. She had graduated high school 4 days ago and was feeling a little too contained. She was headed to Kennesaw State in the fall and had no plans for her summer vacation. Nearly all of her friends were away at the beach or traveling or something fun for their last summer before college, but she was stuck at home, grounded for getting caught drunk at a party that had been busted by the cops. She was just happy that her college acceptance hadn't been revoked, but it wasn't as if she was the only one who had been drinking. In fact, she was probably one of the least drunk people there, but she had been one of the lucky few the cops had managed to grab and her parents had gone insane. They assumed that when their "perfect" little girl, a straight A student who was captain of the debate team and went to church every Sunday, said she was spending the night at a friend's house that that was where she really was. But Reagan had a wild streak in her, and she had always known that as long as she kept her grades up and didn't get caught, she could drink and smoke and party as much as she wanted, and had been doing so since her freshman year. But now, here she was, sneaking out of the house like she was still in high school, not the 18 year old soon to be college student that she really was, walking down the street with no intended destination, no parties to go to, and no girlfriends to meet up with.

Scrolling through the contacts on her phone, she saw the name of the one friend she knew she could count on to be home: Sam White. They had sat next to one another in nearly every English class since middle school. There was no one else she knew that she had had so many of the same classes with. With his brunette hair and slightly crooked smile, he was cute in a boyish way, though definitely no hunk, but he was so funny that he made up for anything and everything he lacked in looks. Plus he was a total nerd, and she had a thing for the smart boys. The only B he had ever gotten was once in the 6th grade, and it was an 89. He was headed to UGA in the fall, already having declared himself as PreMed, hoping to one day get into Johns Hopkins for Neurology. He had always been so concerned with his grades and extracurriculars that he had never bothered with girls or parties or anything else that might take time out of his studies. She'd had a tiny crush on him for about a week a few months earlier, but she had just broken up with her boyfriend at the time and didn't want to get into anything else so quickly, especially not with graduation so close. But now, walking down the street in her cut off jean shorts, oversized tank top, and beat up chucks, he was the only person she wanted to see.

"Where r u?" she texted him. She was afraid he might be asleep, but those fears were quashed when almost immediately she felt her phone buzz twice in her hand with a response.

"@ home layin n bed. Whats up?"

She knew before she sent the text that he never would, but she had to ask anyways. "Can u sneak out?"

bzz-bzz

"U know I cant. My mom is psychic. She'll know Im gone b4 I make it off the front lawn."

She had figured as much. She remembered his mom from his 12th birthday party back in middle school. It had been a pool party at his house, and his mother, a thin almost 40 woman with a poorly executed bottle blonde dye job, had spent the entire day fussing about making sure no one ran around the pool or tracked water inside. She wasn't mean, just horribly overbearing and overprotective. But Reagan wasn't a girl to be stopped. She remembered where his house was, as it was only a few neighborhoods away from her own and three houses down from one of her closer friends. Cutting through yards and the woods separating the neighborhoods, using the footpaths she and her friends and probably generations of kids before them had spent their childhoods making, she was at his house in less than 20 minutes.

He texted her again, "Y? What did u hav n mind?"

Crouching behind a tree she texted him back, "Not much. Just bored