MY COED COLLEGE

Story by misfit446

This is a bit different from my usual offerings here at FP. This is a straight/bi story. New territory. Been writing and posting at LPSG.COM for a few months. Still hoping to finish what I have here. Anyway, since there are a few stories that are NON FUTA, hoping you like this one also. MISFIT!

My name is Brian Belson. Most of my friends in High School called me BB. It just kinda stuck. I was born into a rather large family, six siblings, three boys and three girls. My parents, being parents, were just there. They helped with driving us to our extracurricular activities, games, plays, etc. Mom and Dad worked hard to support this brood. Dad had a nice job working as a mechanic and Mom worked part time with the local Planned Parenthood, doing the books.

I was in the middle of the births, two sisters then me, my brother Ben, another sister, and little Billy. Age spread wasn't that bad. About every two years for the kids. Basically, my eldest sister was 12 when Billy was born.

My Dad had gone to community college then went into a vocational school training mechanics. He liked working with his hands so it was a no brainer.

My Mom went to Valero College, a liberal arts institution. Nothing truly definite in the degrees like Engineering or anything. Mostly prosaic BA's dealing with, well, just stuff I guess. That was how I thought of it. My eldest sister Barb and second eldest sister Bree went to State, pissing off Mom greatly. She wanted her children to go to her college, to experience a small community in the middle of fuck, as I thought this place was. It was in the middle of corn fields for crying out loud.

When I was about to graduate High School, the pressure was on. Oh GOD was it on. I wasn't an athlete, I wasn't even the best student. I would be graduating in the top ten percent of my class in school but that was rather easy. I mean, I did do my work and did it well, I guess, but I didn't think I would be so high. Oh well, I made an impression on my parents. Barb and Bree where closer to twenty percent when they graduated.

Dad was strapped, working full time for one garage and part time on weekends for another place to make ends meet. Both me and my younger sis Beth worked part time at the local drive in burger joint, offering our meager pay to the family pool. Our parents were impressed with our work ethic and pleased we sacrificed that for the family. Barb and Bree were just not cut out for work, obviously.

So when filling out the applications for college, my counselor at my High School helped me. She noted on my list of schools my Mother's old alma mater.

"Wow," she said, eyeing the list.

"What?" I asked excitedly.

"Well, you have Valero on this list."

"Yeah," I sighed out. "It's my Mom's old school."

"She went there? So did I," Miss Simpson offered.

"Oh, well, Mom wants at least one of her kids to go there. But I'd like to study something more that just writing or drama or well, whatever."

Miss Simpson stifled a soft laugh. "College is about the experience. Sure you want to learn something, but it's really about the relationships you build that will help you throughout your life that matters."

I sat there and rolled my eyes. "I can't make money on relationships," I offered.

"You never know. I got this job because Dr. Hoffman, the superintendent of this school district went to Valero also."

"Really?"

"Sure. I mean, I did go on to graduate school and all but my connection to that small college was terrific."

"Hmm, well, to be truthful I was gonna just cross it off the list."

"I know how you feel, I was going to do that too. But I think you might like it."

"I don't know. I mean, a small school with maybe 600 students? Hell, my two older sisters are at State and

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