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Archive name: dearjohn.txt (MF, FF, Fg, anal, oral)
Authors name: Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com)
Story title : My Dear John Letter

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My Dear John Letter (MF, FF, Fg, rom, cons, anal, oral)
by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com)

***

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.

***

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.

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.

***

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