OOC: closed for Shexay_xx
Sarah was shy. She was bit of a bookworm. She got picked on a lot, especially by the other girls. They gave it to her because of her glasses, and because she spent a lot of her lunch breaks sitting alone reading. Sometimes I'd even join in, not because I liked to torment but mostly because delivering a good punchline kept me popular. She was just such an easy target.
"Hey Sarah, did the prince fuck the princess yet?" I'd taunt as a group of us passed her sitting in some doorway with a book. I had no idea what she was reading, or if it was even fiction at all, let alone some cheap paperback. It got everyone laughing though, especially Kelly. She gave me a squeeze and looked down at Sarah.
"'Oh take me my prince,' she gasped and his throbbing royal love muscle stabbed into her," she mocked. Sarah snapped the book shut and turned tomato red. We walked on in uproarious laughter.
Kelly was my girlfriend. I was on the basketball team and she was a cheerleader. We had been dating almost four months, ever since before Christmas. She was a bleach blonde with a cute firm ass and tiny tits. She was the most popular girl in school. If I wasn't already the most popular guy, dating her probably clinched it for me. Shane was the most popular guy, with his dark muscular frame and half-latino blood. He was the basketball team's star point guard. I wasn't too bad, but I mostly played off the bench.
Of course the girls's excuse was that Sarah was a geek. I knew better. They hated her because she actually was cute. A few of us guys knew this. The girls would never admit that they were jealous. They probably weren't even consciously aware that they were.
"That Sarah does have a decent set of chi chis," Shane would say.
When I watched her from behind, walking down the hall between classes, I could tell she kept herself thin, even if the sweatpants were on the baggy side. One day stepping into Algebra class just before the bell, she came running late, her boobs swinging and bouncing under her loose fitting dress. She was a cute thing, but she was plain as vanilla.
If I wasn't with the gang, I'd be nice to Sarah. I held the door open for her one time into English when her arms were full of books. When she wore a new flowing, flowery skirt I complimented her.
"That looks pretty on you," I remarked.
After a couple of occasions like that, I noticed that she would smile nervously whenever I made eye contact with her in the halls or in class, but she never spoke. She was such a shy thing. She liked me. One day I broke the ice.
"There's a beach party down at Ford's Pier tomorrow night. Probably start 6:30, 7ish," I told her. "If you come, I'll have a beer waiting for ya."
Sarah was shy. She was bit of a bookworm. She got picked on a lot, especially by the other girls. They gave it to her because of her glasses, and because she spent a lot of her lunch breaks sitting alone reading. Sometimes I'd even join in, not because I liked to torment but mostly because delivering a good punchline kept me popular. She was just such an easy target.
"Hey Sarah, did the prince fuck the princess yet?" I'd taunt as a group of us passed her sitting in some doorway with a book. I had no idea what she was reading, or if it was even fiction at all, let alone some cheap paperback. It got everyone laughing though, especially Kelly. She gave me a squeeze and looked down at Sarah.
"'Oh take me my prince,' she gasped and his throbbing royal love muscle stabbed into her," she mocked. Sarah snapped the book shut and turned tomato red. We walked on in uproarious laughter.
Kelly was my girlfriend. I was on the basketball team and she was a cheerleader. We had been dating almost four months, ever since before Christmas. She was a bleach blonde with a cute firm ass and tiny tits. She was the most popular girl in school. If I wasn't already the most popular guy, dating her probably clinched it for me. Shane was the most popular guy, with his dark muscular frame and half-latino blood. He was the basketball team's star point guard. I wasn't too bad, but I mostly played off the bench.
Of course the girls's excuse was that Sarah was a geek. I knew better. They hated her because she actually was cute. A few of us guys knew this. The girls would never admit that they were jealous. They probably weren't even consciously aware that they were.
"That Sarah does have a decent set of chi chis," Shane would say.
When I watched her from behind, walking down the hall between classes, I could tell she kept herself thin, even if the sweatpants were on the baggy side. One day stepping into Algebra class just before the bell, she came running late, her boobs swinging and bouncing under her loose fitting dress. She was a cute thing, but she was plain as vanilla.
If I wasn't with the gang, I'd be nice to Sarah. I held the door open for her one time into English when her arms were full of books. When she wore a new flowing, flowery skirt I complimented her.
"That looks pretty on you," I remarked.
After a couple of occasions like that, I noticed that she would smile nervously whenever I made eye contact with her in the halls or in class, but she never spoke. She was such a shy thing. She liked me. One day I broke the ice.
"There's a beach party down at Ford's Pier tomorrow night. Probably start 6:30, 7ish," I told her. "If you come, I'll have a beer waiting for ya."