OOC: Hey everyone. I'm looking for all kinds of high school characters for this one, so just use your imagination. Jocks, cheerleaders, teachers, exchange students, slutty schoolgirls, punks, etc. Ultimately, I'd like to have a group large enough to make it a truly interactive high school in the sense that you can write your own story lines. For now, this is open to anyone who wants to play out a high school fantasy (remember that everyone has to be 18!).

Setting:
Century High School in the fictional town of Galesburg, Oklahoma. Enrollment of 3,000 from freshman to senior. The campus houses three different buildings: the school center (cafeteria, library, locker bay, gymnasiums, locker rooms), the north building or the "Dr. Martin Kelly" building, named after the guy who funded its construction (three floors of classrooms, the ground floor housing two computer labs and the various department lounges), and Tech Center, which is where the computer classes and some tech electives like Small Engines and Graphic Design are held). There are two parking lots for the students and staff. The main lot is just to the west of the school center and is enormous, as it can park 1,500 cars. The other lot is much smaller and has a reputation for being a hideout for students during school hours. It's lodged between the eastern wall of the Tech Center and the video rental store next to it. There's only one way in and out, and a lot of crazy shit goes on when people aren't looking. Our story begins on the first day of school, Monday, August 24, and it's a damn hot day.


My character is:
- J.R. Stokes
- 18 year old senior
- 5' 10", 185lb., muscular build with tanned skin
- Short, spiked brown hair with green eyes

IC:
Ah, the first day of senior year. Two-a-day football practices are finally over, and classes await. I'm sure that by mid-semester, I'll be hating everything about high school again, but for now, it's good to be back. Plus, it's a hot, humid day in Galesburg, and the girls are looking FINE! That's one thing I truly missed about this place over the summer was the girls. CHS is known for having the hottest girls in the city's school system. I have no idea how we got this lucky, because you'd think that zoning laws would randomly spread the hotties from school to school, but I'm not complaining. A lot of the guys here are serious players, too. The football locker room usually bustles with stories about who hooked up with which hottie at last weekend's party, and I'm no exception. How could I help myself with all this eye candy walking around? This place is just a pool of sexual chemistry and testosterone during the school year and personally, I can't wait!

I park my car and walk to class, ready to start my day off the right way. My first class is Spanish 3 with Ms. Brynjolfson, but we call her Suzie B. for short. She's probably the coolest teacher I've ever had in any class, and definately the hottest. There have been a lot of lonely nights fueled by the thought of her sexy, tight ass wriggling back and forth as she erases the board and her perfect breasts straining against her blouse. I'd love just one night with her, but alas, many guys have tried and bombed. Oh well, I guess. I'm content with just being in her class.

Right before I walked into the building for my first class, I stopped, took a deep breath and looked around. It's a beautiful, hot day. The girls are wearing their skimpy tanks and skirts, and the guys are drooling, as usual. It's our last year, and I have a feeling it's going to be the best one ever...

I am hardly aware of the other students as I walk towards the main building where everyone's homeroom assignments are posted. I keep replaying Saturday night in my head.

"Please Staci, don't you love me?"

I was parked out by the lake with Scott. We had been dating for almost 3 months. He was leaving for college tomorrow on a baseball scholarship. Scott was my first real boyfriend and it had taken all my willpower to this point to resist his advances. We would park out here all the time and make out for hours on end. I had finally let him rub my breasts and ass through my clothes and would come home with drenched panties. But good girls stayed virgins until they were at least engaged is what my Mom told me. I guess once your divorced the rule doesn't apply as many nights I could hear the sounds of her and a "good friend through the walls of my bedroom. Then there was the one night when I came in through the back door and saw her on the couch with Mr. Johnson, our neighbor. I could not believe my eyes as I stood in the kitchen doorway and watched Mom open his pants and pull his thing out. As shocking as that was, next I saw her bend over and take his thing in her mouth.

"Oh God, Suzy, you are the sweetest cocksucker I have ever had"

Mom raised up, "Even better than your wife?"

"Hell yes, that bitch won't let my dick near her mouth if her life depended on it."

Staci's Mom renewed her efforts and soon Mr. Johnson shouted out, "Here it comes baby"

Staci watched in awe as her Mom pulled away and Mr. Johnson thing shot out something all over her Mom's face. Staci slipped quietly down the hallway to her bedroom but didn't sleep at all that night, a burning, raging itch between her thighs.

"Don't you love me?"

Staci did not know what to do as Scott loosened her blouse and shorts. Before I knew what was happening my clothes were in a bundle on the floor of the car and Scott pushed me back against the door. He grabbed the top of my bra and pulled it down, freeing my tit for his eyes to see.

"Scott!" I yelled but by then Scott sucked my nipple into his mouth. The feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced. I could feel this wonderful tension building deep inside me. Scott kept my nipple in his mouth and I felt his hand creeping up my leg. I reached down to push it away just as his finger touched the crotch of my panties. I could see stars as the most fantastic feeling erupted through my body. I may have blacked out for a minute but when I regained my senses Scott had his thing out and was pushing it against my panties.

"No Scott, I can't" I screamed.

"Damn, look what you have done to me" said Scott pointing down to his thing sticking out long and straight.

"Okay, there's something else I will do."

Scott thought to himself, "Damn she means a hand job. I can do that myself. Scott moved away from me with an angry sigh.

I moved up and then leaned over. The entire top of his thing was wet from something.

"I wonder what it tastes like." I think to myself as I drop my head in Scott's lap.

"Staci, Staci"

It's my friend Paula as I'm shaken out of my thoughts.

" I can't believe it. We both have Coach Reddy for homeroom. He was an All American at State. I heard he left his last school because of being to close to some of his students."...

For the first time in her life, Elizabeth Randall was looking forward to school starting back. She was excited, but nervous, too. Would the other kids recognize her? Or worse, would they not notice the difference? She had totally changed over the summer. Her mom had died when she was young and she and her brother had been raised by their dad. He�d done his best but she�d grown up shy and bookish. It didn�t help that she was skinny, flat-chested and wore thick glasses.

Things had changed in June when her Dad eloped with Wendy from his office. At first she was shocked and angry but as she got to know Wendy she fell in love with her. Her new stepmother was beautiful and loving. She took Elizabeth under her wing, sharing feminine secrets that always seemed to come easy to other girls but had eluded Elizabeth. Wendy taught her to wear makeup, taken her to have her mousy brown hair highlighted and fashionably cut and helped her buy trendy new clothes. She�d even talked Dad into springing for surgery to correct her poor eyesight.

Even more exciting, her figure had finally started to develop over the summer. She had boobs now, full and perky under her new back-to-school sweater. Walking down the hall toward homeroom she secretly smiled at the admiring looks she received from boys who had never given her a second glance before.

There was only one boy, however, whose reaction she was really interested in. She�d had a crush on J.R. Stokes for years. He was a friend of her twin brother Jake. He was around the house a lot but had never treated her with anything other than brotherly affection. He�d been at football camp all summer and hadn�t seen her transformation.

Her steps slowed as she saw him rummaging in his locker.

�Hi, J.R.,� she said softly.

He did a double-take.

�Lizzie, is that you? Man, you look hot!�

He eyed her up and down and the look in his eyes was anything but brotherly.

Beautiful, beautiful ass everywhere. J.R. had to remind himself that he still needed to go to class, even though he'd much rather just take in the sights around him. He started throwing random shit into his locker, looking around to see if there were any new girls near his locker.

"Hi J.R."

The words half-startled him as he hadn't seen anyone sneak up on him, but he was pretty sure he knew the voice they came from. He turned around, fully expecting to see Lizzie Randall, his good friend's sister. She had kind of been a sister to J.R., as well, since he spent so much time at their house. The girl he saw out of the corner of his eye, though, definately wasn't Lizzie. She was too well dressed and had a very curvy figure, which J.R. knew wasn't like Lizzie. Even if it wasn't Lizzie, though, that was enough info to peak his interest. He turned to face the mystery girl that somehow knew his name.

Holy shit, it is Lizzie! J.R. couldn't believe his eyes. Somehow, Lizzie had completely transformed over the summer. His eyes wandered up and down her body, exploring and taking in the new Lizzie before him. She was definately an improvement, he thought to himself. Sure, she was never ugly, but she never did anything to make herself presentable. Now, he thought, Lizzie had just launched herself into contention with the most popular girls in school as the one the guys drooled most over. J.R. had a brief moment of guilt, as he had always looked at Lizzie as a sister, but it quickly passed. She was just too sexy to avoid thinking about like this.

"Lizzie, is that you? Man, you look hot! You must have had one hell of a summer! Are you on your way to Spanish? I'll walk with you, if that's alright."

J.R. slammed his last notebook into his locker and looked back into Lizzie's eyes. He had always thought she had a cute face, but the make-up took her from cute to sexy. Her eyes appeared to be beckoning him, and her reddish lips were puckered into a sly, seductive grin. "Wow," he thought, "I'd better calm down or take a cold shower or something, or I'm not going to make it through the day!"

"I really wish you'd call me Elizabeth," she said softly. "Lizzie sounds like a little kid."

"Sure...Elizabeth," J.R. said, "it suits you. You look really grown-up and classy." And it'd be easier to put the moves on "Elizabeth" than kid-sister "Lizzie", he thought.

She beamed at him shyly.

"Let's celebrate your new look by going out to lunch today."

Elizabeth looked at him with a mixture of pleasure and fear. Sneaking off campus for lunch was something the cool kids did; she'd never had the nerve to risk it.

"What if we got caught? I'd get in trouble," she said.

"BFD," said J.R. "All they do is yell and give you detention for a week." The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. Surely he could sneak a few kisses and maybe even cop a feel of her sweet breasts under her sweater.

He felt himself getting hard and casually moved his backpack to hide it.

"Gotta get to class. Meet me by the truck at 12:30."

He strode off without waiting for an answer.

Elizabeth stood there, lost in thought. Should she do it? She was very inexperienced with boys but she felt pretty sure from the way he was looking her up and down that J.R. wanted to get her alone so he could kiss her and maybe make out with her.

She felt an unaccustomed tingle between her thighs at the idea as she hurried off to her first class.

Paula and I walked into our Homeroom. Maybe the most handsome man I have ever seen is standing by the desk talking to another teacher I had never seen before. She was a small, dark haired woman with Asian features and the most beautiful dark eyes.

"Well, well, my first students have arrived. Hi, I'm Jeb Reddy and you are?" he says as he sticks out his hand.

I am taken by surprise as I have never had a teacher introduce themself with a handshake. I stick out my hand,

"I'm Staci and this is Paula"

He continues to hold my hand as he looks Paula and I up and down. " Boy, these corn fed girls need to be seen to believed."

I'm still trying to figure out what he means as he speaks again.

"Where's my manners? This is Edy Kwan, she's the new girls PE coach and cheerleader sponsor."

Edy smiles at both girls but it's obvious her interest is still on Mr. Reddy.

Name: Liz
Age: 18
Description: 5ft4in, 135lbs, tan, brown curlie hair and brown eyes

My first thought was that i had started a new day and CHS and it was my first day ever at the school. Daddy just had to pick this place out of everywhere.
"Liz I went to CHS and so are you! I understand you didnt want to move here after leaving this place when you were ten but oh well. Life isnt fair. The school isnt so bad." that was exactly what dad said and he wasnt planning on changing his mind.
The first place i went to was to the office to make sure that all my papers were transferred. And also to find out what classes i had.
Darn my first class is PE. So i make my way towards the class. The first thing i do when i arrice is see if i recognize anyone...