Hope No One Finds Out
Teen
2009-01-08
This story is all fictional, just a fantasy. First Story, be kind Please let me introduce myself to give you a picture of what you are about to read. My name is Brandon. I am eighteen years old, six feet tall, red hair down to my eyes, blue eyes, have fairly pale skin as I am Irish, have some baggage but not enough to be called fat and wear glasses. My story begins in a little town in Pennsylvania called Milford. I am sitting on home, just checking on my e-mail, when I suddenly get a text message from someone. The name that came up was Anna, not knowing who it is. The text message read, “Damn! The Giants are losing 3-1 in to the Mets. ” As I read this text message, I realized it was someone who knew my friend, Jonas. Now Jonas is my friend, same height as me, African-American, kinda chubby while he also wore glasses, had a mini-afro. I started to talk to, telling her it was me. Usually if someone sent a wrong text to me, they would stop talking and let me be. She still continued to talk to me, to my own surprise. After about an hour or so exchanging text messages, we both exchanged pictures of each other. She was only fourteen years old and was gorgeous. She looked about five foot eight, long light brown hair, which reached her A-cup breast.
2009-01-08
This story is all fictional, just a fantasy. First Story, be kind Please let me introduce myself to give you a picture of what you are about to read. My name is Brandon. I am eighteen years old, six feet tall, red hair down to my eyes, blue eyes, have fairly pale skin as I am Irish, have some baggage but not enough to be called fat and wear glasses. My story begins in a little town in Pennsylvania called Milford. I am sitting on home, just checking on my e-mail, when I suddenly get a text message from someone. The name that came up was Anna, not knowing who it is. The text message read, “Damn! The Giants are losing 3-1 in to the Mets. ” As I read this text message, I realized it was someone who knew my friend, Jonas. Now Jonas is my friend, same height as me, African-American, kinda chubby while he also wore glasses, had a mini-afro. I started to talk to, telling her it was me. Usually if someone sent a wrong text to me, they would stop talking and let me be. She still continued to talk to me, to my own surprise. After about an hour or so exchanging text messages, we both exchanged pictures of each other. She was only fourteen years old and was gorgeous. She looked about five foot eight, long light brown hair, which reached her A-cup breast.
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