Reasons Until After by Rachael Ross (Girl Fun)

This is a story about a trap who doesn't know he's a trap, I think. It's basically a gender confusion story, one in which the main character is the only character who doesn't realize who he really is and I think that sort of thing is fun and interesting. There is one single itty-bitty plot essential scene of a boy kissing another boy, and maybe one more kiss later, but the rest of the sex is basically "lesbian-on-trap" girl fun, as the codes indicate. And that's all I'm going to tell you! Oh...and there are only three chapters, so if you blink, you'll miss it.

Reasons Until After

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Story Codes: fff/m, teen, romance, reluctant, oral, cheerleaders, and plenty of gender confused angst

Synopsis: Ashley is sixteen and when the quarterback of the football team falls in love with him, everyone assumes the boy is gay. This would be bad if it didn't suddenly bring Ashley to the attention of the three hottest girls in school, cheerleaders determined to teach him all about life, love, and a little thing they like to call "girl fun"…What could possibly be wrong with that?

Reasons Until After

Part One

Dan was the new kid in school.

Every year we had one or two, just like we lost a few. This year, when I was just turned sixteen, Dan showed up. He was almost eighteen and a senior and so I didn't pay him much mind at first. I was a sophomore and I had my own friends and completely different classes than he did.

"You seen that new guy, Ashley?" my best friend Roger asked, sitting down next to me at lunch.

"Yeah, I saw him," I shrugged.

"He's big, ain't he?" Roger was a small kid, so he noticed stuff like that I guess. I was small too, but I tried to ignore it.

"Yeah, maybe," I bit into my sandwich and made a face. "He's a senior anyway, what do you expect?"

"I dunno," Roger looked at me.

"What?" I rubbed my nose, wondering if I had peanut butter on it or something. I didn't really like that stuff.

"He was askin' about you."

"Who? The new guy?" I frowned a little, for no real reason except I didn't understand what my friend was talking about.

"Yeah," he nodded. "His locker's close to mine."

"So what does that mean?" I wondered.

"I dunno, he was just askin' who you are," Roger said. "You piss him off or something?"

"No. Probably got me confused with somebody else," I took another bite, talking around it. "What would he want to know about me for?"

"Beats me," he shru