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High School Sex Dream
Author:
uberbudgie
I keep dreaming that I am in high school.
Not any of my old high schools, either, just
these weird places that look more like JC's
and have all of the same droll restrictions
as I had as a minor.
So, there was this giant wood shop, it must
have been about the size of the Costco near
where I live, and mostly unoccupied. No
one was working on projects; there were a
few people that all looked about my age
(early-mid twenties) that were really just
sitting around, socializing, and smoking very
huge bongs made out of metallic lucite.
I was in wood shop, and really wanted to leave,
but the school had hired more security and
I was avoiding my parents for whatever reason.
Perhaps it was more like a boarding school;
you couldn't leave the property at all at the
end of the school day.
I just know that I really didn't want to deal
with my parents, they depressed me.
The teacher was dressed in this judges'
costume, wig and everything, screaming
things that were so obtuse I just tuned him
out... And then he sounded just like the
teacher in the Charlie Brown television special,
and I noticed it was a wood shop teacher
from junior high I especially disliked, and
flipped him off before turning my back and
chatting with the stoners.
There was this one who was very cute,
a very slight blond with long silky hair
down to his waist. He had this elf-like
quality to him, and was a sculptor. I had
no idea what he was doing at high school
either, but didn't feel like asking. We
decided to ditch class and run into the
woods as far as we could so we could
make out with some measure of privacy
and garner inspiration.
(The 'school' was on a hundred acres or
so of wooded land, and surrounded by an
electrified perimeter fence).
We got outside and it was that weird time
of day where the sky seems almost electric,
when the sky just starts to darken but it's
not quite sunset. We run as fast as we can,
past all of these ghost-town looking three
story wooden towers, where the guards
(all middle-aged and toothless in Western
Movie type outfits) are looking at us and
shouting "hey, where do you think YOUR'E
going?" but we run anyways because we
aren't afraid of them and want to do as much
as we can before they catch us and drag us
back to class again.
The woods for some reason had transformed
itself into a sagebrush wasteland during the
time we'd been 'in class', so there was no
real privacy. We fell to the ground about
twenty feet from the fence and began to
tear off each other's clothes. I heard the
guards closing in when I woke up, annoyed
I didn't get much time with that lovely, pale
body.
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