Thread: The Swap [JohnD and Sigr]

The morning sun filtered through the blinds with a heavy golden shine, almost if it tried to match the summer season and was as lazy as the students that enjoyed their first day free from high school. Morning joggers and dog walkers were the only population of streets so calm and idyllic that almost yearned for a comeback of the paperboy of yore, made obsolete by people that consumed social feeds that only had the faintest resemblance to the news. Mister Johns was sure watering his lawn a few houses down as did every morning, while Miss Smith had for sure to be immerse on her morning yoga session in the back garden of her house a bit up the lane. Everything was the same as always, since it was yet too soon to start missing the usual humming of the school buses and the everyday traffic to school that wouldn't be happening again until summer gave way to fall. Laura had nothing that resembled a calm night, nor was she going to have such a bucolic morning as her environment suggested. The first year of high school had been mostly fine, and as awkward as the transition could have been for some, she had been somewhat popular for a freshman and coasted through the whole year without trouble. It had been a few months since she reached her sweet sixteen, and a nicely developing body saved her from being the target of mockery, although she always found her backside a bit on the big side if she was to be picky. It all would have gone perfect if it wasn't for him. The one always present in her life. Her neighbor, childhood friend and general presence whatever she tried to do. Sometimes it was just proximity, others was their parents' friendship and insistence, while others felt like their old rekindling of a childish relationship that was no longer there. However it was, they seemed to gravitate to each other, and with high school dynamics hitting hard on them, the clashes had been anything but peaceful. She had a reputation to earn and keep, a fear of what her friends both new and old would say, and yet he insisted over and over that they could do it. That she had to put out. And it wasn't like Laura wasn't curious, like she haven't been doing some exploring of her own, so the temptation was there. That didn't mean that she was going to spread her legs for the first one that came around, be him a childhood friend and neighbor or not. The resulting argument was resolved with much huffing and puffing, lots of expletives and both of them calling each other things that weren't really true, so Laura did have trouble drifting into an uneasy sleep. The warm and humid night accosted her, nightmares plagued with confusing and abstract yet suggestive imagery, making her turn and shuffle in her dreams. In the Ferguson household in that street, more specifically in the room of the pampered only child Laura, it wasn't going to be a normal summer morning, and it wasn't the only place that would suffer from that. A slow blink. Stuck eyes idly cleaned by her hands started to accept the sunlight inside, the room still a collection of half defined silhouettes. Her blankets were a twisted mess over her lower body, as she had been thrashing overnight, while both her pastel green top appeared stuck with sweat to her body, Laura's shoulder length blonde hair ruffled around her head. She couldn't remember her dreams or the reason of a restlessness she felt, but it was clear that it had been a messy sleep. Well, she would have time to rest for weeks during her summer vacations, so a somewhat weird night was nothing to worry about. Laura fought and kicked the mess her twisted and turned blankets had turned into, finding them incredibly bothering, but it turned out that her source of discomfort was something else. With the bedclothes kicked away, Laura propped herself on her shoulders, sitting up on the bed with a growing expression of discomfort and surprise on her face. The sleepy and comfortable nuances of her face were soon fading out to a wide awake disbelief. The green shorts that completed that sleeping outfit were usually a bit tight on her ass, but now the fabric was taut and overstretched, pushed by a cylindrical object that made the word phallic cross her mind, even if she tried to push it around. She couldn't remember having been playing with the toy she managed to get through the Internet some time ago, swearing that it still was safely hidden in the bottom of her nightstand, so it couldn't be a case of her leaving it forgotten under her panties. Not to mention that this was bigger after all. A trembling hand reached for the waistline of her shorts, having an oddly feeling hard to identify that her low rise panties had already been surpassed by that foreign object. Just a peek was enough to make her remove her hand as if she feared a snake bite, now aware that she could feel the fabric of the shorts, her panties bunched lower, all uncomfortable over her chubby- Fumbling she reached for her smartphone, firing Chrome to search for... what? What could Laura look that resolved that surreal situation? Before she could even make her mind, the phone buzzed with a message, a feeling so startling that she let it drop on her lap, dangerously close to- It was him, what the hell could he want at precisely that moment?