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Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] My Dear John Letter (mf rom cons anal oral, ff, fg. 2nd person) POV - by Jeff Zephyr
Date: Thu, 27 Jun 2002 04:10:05 -0400
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This story was written for the 2002 Summer Solstice rom fest.  


My Dear John Letter (mf rom cons anal oral, mff, fg. 2nd person)

A romance story based on the theme of "Romance from the point of view
of..." -- someone whose viewpoint might be interesting.  In this case,
a girl telling her high school boyfriend that it is over.  Only she
isn't your average high school girl.  But just maybe, she is like some
girl that you knew.

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Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If you
aren't old enough to read this, go home!  Don't blame me if you have
problems which result from reading further.

Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2002.  Please don't
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real persons is
unintentional and strictly coincidental. Any real people, places, or
things mentioned in this story do not appear with permission, and any
representations of them should not be interpreted as being in any way
based on reality.

If reception of this work is illegal due to your age or other
repressive local regulations, liability for downloading it is your
problem, not mine.



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My Dear John Letter


It's over.

I need to tell you that.  I don't want to hurt you, but this isn't the
thing I can keep secret.

I'm not sure if I should give you this or just tell you.  I'm gonna
show Margy so this is for her too.  I might show it to Brian too.  He
should be able to understand what we had together.  

I think you'll like Brian.  He is really good to me.  I've told him
what people say about me, and what I've done.  He doesn't care, he
still loves me.

It's so hard to find someone who can love a slut!

I know, you don't like it if I call myself that.  But people still say
that, and when we're back in school we'll need to deal with it.  Brian
is ready for that.  I hope so, anyways.

I kind of should explain what is all going on.  I want you all to know
what I feel, and why I have to do this.

It isn't that I don't love you, John.  It's just that you never were
the boy I wanted, my dream.  You knew that, and you still stuck with
me.  I'm so glad that you're my friend!!!

I'm sixteen now.  It should be my golden year, everything perfect.  I
don't want to fuck you over.  But you know, John, that you won't have
no problem getting some girl into your pants.  It isn't like either of
us promised to be faithful over summer vacation either.  So please,
understand that I'm in love now. 

I can't help liking sex.  I don't know what sort of stupid prude
wouldn't like it.  It is so stupid that girls get a bad rep if they
sleep around, and boys end up all studly and cool like you do.  I
mean, you could be cool for being into sports or a math whiz, or even
in a rock band.  But having all those girls hanging over you all year
didn't hurt your rep at all.

Not like me.  I know you tried to help with that, but dating a new guy
every couple of weeks while being with you made that impossible, you
know?

Oh, Brian, you know what I said about dates and sex?  I'm so glad that
you get that part.  As long as they are going to spread stories
anyway, I might as well have some fun.  Plus I want to know right off
who's jerk material or worse, and guys just show their real self after
having sex. 

I guess I should explain what all happened.  

Not everything.  That just would take too long.  But you know what I
mean.

I thought high school was going to be all cool and wonderful.   A big
girl, no more gawky girl who can't do nothing right.  (Yes, John, I
meant to write it that way, so shut the fuck up!)

Sorry.  But you know how I talk, so that doesn't mean anything.

So first week in high school, this nice boy took me out, and I liked
him.  Second date, and he was all over me.  But you know how that is.
Well, anyways, it was really nice and of course a high school girl can
get away with having sex.

Wrong!  Mother fucker told his friends and just about everyone else.
And when I told him off about it, told him to keep quiet, it made it
worse.  Too late to deny it.  Every boy seemed to want a piece of me.
Stupid me didn't figure it out until my rep was made.

But you know I'm a tough girl.  So if the idiots think I'm a slut, why
can't I enjoy it?  I could turn into a nun and they'd still spread
stories.  

Well, John comes along and I tease him.  He is just so shy.  It is
kind of an act.  It is real, too.  He plays this game, trying to be
the good student and get along with everyone.  Most of all, he is
great at keeping secrets and figuring out stuff.

When Margy and I were trying to tease him about sex, it backfired.
But Margy, bless her soul, knew.  She was the one who brought up the
drawing in the bathroom, showing John's name, and a picture of his
tongue.  "Watch out!" like the girls say.  You probably know that my
name is on the boy's room wall, call me for great head.  So we had a
challenge match, head to head so to speak.

Margy was there too.  That boy worked his tongue on both of us, and it
was heavenly.  Of course, we returned the favor, all the way.  We got
together in the field behind the store every day, or almost, after
that.

When I got asked out for the weekend by some jock, his response killed
me.  It is still sort of a secret, so I won't explain all of it.  But
he basically said that he was spending the night with his other
girlfriend!

Other!  Like it was OK for me to go out with that guy because he had
another girl.  Not just as in getting even, that kind of OK.  No, it
was just OK.  He was cool about it.  You probably can guess that I was
cool about it too.

Margy was a bit disappointed, because I was going to let her fuck him
that weekend.

I should explain a little about Margy too.  You know that I'm kind of
hot looking.  I wish I was prettier, but boys love my bod.  I mean,
you've all seen it so you know.  But I think that I'd fit into
Hustler, at least, if not Playboy.  

Margy isn't like that at all.  I'm not being mean, she knows.  Don't
you, Margy?

Anyways, she is just so regular looking.  Not really fat, not skinny,
no big tits, nothing much special.  And she dresses like a regular
kid.  Not like me.  I'm either ghetto girl with black t-shirt and
military pants, or all sexy stuff, not ever just a regular sort of
girl.

I love her too, of course.  John helped me understand that a bit
better, and I've thought a lot about it over the summer.  She already
knows a lot about Brian too.  But somehow, we've never ended up
sharing him like we did with John.

I'd kind of like to write all that stuff down, all that we did the
last year.  But trust me, it was all fun and wonderful, and I'm glad
we did it.

A couple are kind of extra special.  John and I were at this party,
and I don't want to say whose but you all probably know her anyway.
So many times, one of us, usually me, would check out and hook up with
someone else at a party.  This time, John and I were just together.
Maybe it was more than just lust then, though getting really bombed
probably helped too.

So we were there in the bedroom, and there was vaseline on the table.
Probably her mom's or something, but I just couldn't resist.  Usually,
just as with you Brian, I felt safe skipping a condom.  I am on the
pill, you know?

But not for this, our first time doing it that way.  The back door,
the poop chute, well, you know.  I was all excited and scared.  But
relaxed, so that when he finally put it inside me, it didn't hurt.  It
wasn't anything special, not sexually, but it was so fucking dirty!  I
mean, feeling him slip inside me there was just wild.  Doing it at the
party, well, we might have got caught, but we didn't.

So, in the end, John came.  He rubbed me off too, but honestly, that
was the first and last butt fuck for us.  I'll think about trying it
again, though.  It was interesting.

Of course I couldn't just let it go at that.  When she (call her miss
A) came to check on us, I just invited her in and said, "I'll bet you
can't guess what we just did."

She couldn't, but when I told her she went wild about it.  We, John
and I, wanted to take a shower, and invited her along too.  We were
all pretty wasted, so it seemed like a great idea.

You know how I always say that I'm not into girls?  I mean, other than
Margy, but that is because she's my best friend and it is just fun,
not because I'm in love with her like that.  But miss A got really
heated up in the shower, and we were touching, washing up, and I dared
her to let John fuck her while we did a 69.

Sure, her boyfriend is hot, but he wasn't there.  We wouldn't tell
either. And I'd guessed she was listening to us when I was getting my
first butt fuck, and I was a little pissed off about that.  I don't
mind an audience, but I like getting asked first.  Anyway, the thought
of her eating my pussy while John and I shared hers was a perfect
chaser for the funny feeling in my ass.

She checked out my ass, too, even licked it a little.  I like that,
but it isn't easy to find someone who will do it.  John is good that
way too.

John got into it, fucking her real slow, so us girls could have lots
of tongue action time.  He told the story of our first anal, and it
was funny.  John, I can't say it wasn't good either.  But it just
wasn't anything really hot, and I wasn't ready to keep trying it just
to see if it would turn into more. 

He slowed up as I came.  That was really nice, so I could just let go,
and I screamed right into that girl's pussy.  Then together we worked
her hard, until I just let John fuck her fast and hard.  We do that
sometimes with Margy, but doing it with this girl who wasn't with
either of us before (or after), it was really hot.

I had John fuck me one more time, in the pussy of course.  My ass was
a little sore, but that whole night long I kept feeling his dick
there, remembering it.  

It was special not just for being our first anal, but because he
trusted me, and just did it, no arguing, and was so nice about it. 



The other thing, that is something I want to apologize for again.
John's other girlfriend, the one he told me about the first time we
were together, is his sister's friend.  That is a secret because their
parents don't know about it, so you (Brian) can't tell anyone.
Because she can sleep over with his sister, they get to have real
sleeping-together sex.  I wanted to try that.

John's sister is way younger than him, and I don't look like a girl in
her grade.  That other girlfriend looks skinny, plus she is a neighbor
so being older doesn't tip anyone off.  So his parents did look a
little funny at me, a high school looking girl friends with their
grade school daughter.  His brother, who is only a year younger,
thought I looked hot.  Well, I couldn't help being who I am, but I
tried to be polite and nice, not my usual self.

John and Margy already know about this, but I figure I should explain
it to Brian.  Plus like I said, I really am sorry about what I did.

His sister was so tasty looking, for an almost teenager.  She knew why
I was there, but I teased her.  I talked her into sleeping naked,
which wasn't hard because she only wore a t-shirt anyway, and I played
around with her.

What I did next was even more shocking.  I mean, if we'd been caught,
John's parents would have freaked out totally.  Even my don't care
about nothin' parents might have been upset.

Well, I came into John's room naked, giggling.  I knew I had played a
mean trick, and I don't know why I thought it was so funny.  But it
felt so weird, sleeping over at his house.  I don't want to sound
mean, but all of a sudden I imagined us getting married.  It scared me
to death.  I knew we didn't love each other like that, but what if?
What if?  I mean, if we stayed together, or the pill quit working...

I sat on John's face, and let him lick me out.  I was dripping wet,
and it wasn't just from his sister.  He knew, right away.

"You fucked my brother!"

John was pretty angry when he said that.  But he got quiet fast, but
not less mad.  I explained to you (John), but I'm still sorry about
it.  I don't know what I was thinking.  It just seemed like a simple
thing, to slip into your brother's room and try to fuck him.  He was
so easy, too.  His dick is really nice, and he really did fuck good.
I did him on top, and even so he moved nice, not making me do all the
work.  Of course he kind of takes after you, John, I suppose, so that
is natural.  I squeezed tight as I slipped out, so the stuff would
keep for you to lick up.

John wasn't mad about that part.  I have this feeling that he tasted
his brother's stuff before, maybe they've shared girls before me?  But
that is not about me, I just think that it is so nice to have a family
like that.  Margy is kind of like my sister, but I don't have anyone,
just me and my stupid parents.

No, John was mad because I did it without asking, and without giving
him time to work things out.  Because of that, the next day his
brother was all over me, wanting to go out and all that, and his
sister was really mad at me too.  Sure, I made her feel good, but I
forgot to ask permission first.  I just slid my fingers into her
gently and kept on touching her, kissing her, ooh... 

I know, that part is another of those freaky things.  I hope, Brian,
you can understand it.  When I get to do it with a girl, I like to
make her do it.  John's little sister was nice enough, and even did me
back with her tongue.  But then, John's other girlfriend was sleeping
over with her first, sexy girl that she is, before she and John got it
on, so that isn't such a surprise.

I made love to John really nice, and he was still mad.  His parents
got really suspicious about me, and the next time I showed up, they
threatened his sister, told her to stop hanging around with me.  I got
the message.  I wasn't welcome, I was a slut, a tramp, a sleazy girl
not good enough to set foot in their home.

Or mine.  But John forgave me anyway.  I was afraid he'd break up with
me.  There were girls all around who wanted him, and I'm sorry, I love
you John but I don't want to be with you forever.  But I didn't want
it to end with you mad, and I'm glad that we got another couple months
of love before summer.


Well, Brian knows what happened over the summer.  John knew that we
couldn't easily get together, not with his family vacation and the
trouble of keeping in touch without our parents knowing.  Working
through friends helped some, but I was glad to be away from school and
all the kids who knew my rep.

I spent time at the beach, which is where I met Brian.  I took it a
little slow with him, and I honestly don't know why.  Well, part of it
was that he didn't put moves on right away.  John didn't take time
with me, but only because we just got together for sex, straight up,
no date at all.  I talked about what I was like, and just let it out.
The whole story.  He told me his, and I won't pass it all on, but he
had a nice girl who turned out to be not so nice, lying and cheating.
Best thing is that he figured out that girls like sex, and it isn't
bad for them to like it.  I told him I didn't lie about it.  I just
found it hard to resist nice offers.

That didn't stop him from falling in love with me.  And I didn't find
time or whatever to slip off with any other boys.  Now, it helped that
I was staying with my cousin, so the boys from school couldn't chase
me.  I felt weird about that, but I wanted a little time off from
being a slut.  I was pretty horny, so waiting for four whole dates
before fucking Brian wasn't easy.  I managed it, and it was worth the
wait.


It isn't that Brian is the best lover or the hunkiest guy.  You are
really hot, Brian, but you aren't quite the ultimate guy.  Pretty
good, though.  I felt it with him, that I was a good girl, that he
loved me.  Just saying "I love you" wasn't enough.  Boys say it all
the time, and I can usually tell when they really mean "I want to fuck
you."  I don't mind that, mostly, but John never said it like that.
Nope, he'd say "Let's fuck" and I knew he meant it!

Nah, he meant "I love you" too.  He just knew that we weren't in love
forever like.  I wanted someone, someone special.  He was really good,
and another boy would have kicked me loose long before, knowing that I
was out fucking around.  I didn't lie about it.  I just didn't want to
lose out, not yet. 

It is so fucking weird, isn't it?  I got a rep as a slut, and started
to like it.  Yet I never wanted the rep.  I didn't even want to fuck
all those guys.  All I had to do was say no to the dates, and I was
safe.  John didn't make me stop dating other boys.  

Brian didn't either.  But I didn't want to date other boys.  I almost
didn't with John, you know?  I told Margy that.  But that first
weekend set things up.  I knew he was seeing other girls, and he
wasn't going to stop seeing me or them.  I liked my after school time
with him fine.  I mean, stop off someplace and make love, it is better
than getting high or drunk every day.  Especially with him.

I hope it works out nice after school with Brian.  He's transferring
to our school, so we can do it more.  He is even letting me let go of
John slow, taking time to say goodbye.  Can you believe that?


Cinderella gets to have her Prince Charming.  Brian is such a
gentleman sometimes, opening his car door for me, taking me out to
nice places.  It isn't just the money and car thing, either.  That
doesn't matter, not really.  It was when we ran into some of the
school crowd, the jealous guys who I dumped because they turned into
jerks after I fucked them, like most boys.  He didn't get mad at me.
He told them to shut up, and they did.  It isn't just that he is big
and tough.  He is just cool like that.  He said, "She's a really nice
girl, and she is my nice girl.  So you all better keep cool about that
gossip.  Get it?"

They did.  I hope things work out great with us this year, but I've
given him a couple reasons to skip out on me, and he is just as cool
about my "weakness" when asked for it as you, John.  But he loves me!
Isn't that the best thing ever?

I hope you are really happy for me, really.  I'll love you always,
John.  You are a great friend.

The end.









Sluts aren't given a fair shake in this world sometimes, and it is
hard for a high school girl with that reputation to find good romance.
That didn't mean this girl didn't try, very hard, to find her prince.
She may have wrote a letter much like this one, the real girl the tale
is based on, but I never saw it.  But it is the kind of thing she
might have done, and doing the story as a letter gave me a great way
to tell just her side of things.

In ordinary conversations, the other people butt in with their
comments.  If we had a hypothetical get together where all four
listened to the girl tell her tale, I just don't think she'd make it
to the end without a zillion interruptions.  If at all.  Still, it
would be an interesting conversation to eavesdrop on.




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