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Hi, my name is Amanda Smith.
I'm your everyday high school senior...well, maybe "everyday" senior is a bit of a stretch. I'm pretty gifted, everyone knew that much. I was (at least from as far as I could remember) always ahead of everyone else. I mean, look at me now - I was nearly at the end of the semester and my GPA was nearly 4.0. Imagine that? That put together with my insanely good extra-curricular record (I'm the captain of the school's volleyball team) means that I'm ahead of the curve, so excuse me when I say that I'm sure that I'll get accepted to medical school once I get through my biology degree at the University of Chicago. I was so impressive that everyone around me kept their eyes on me.
...
Okay, so maybe that wasn't the only reason why people kept their eyes on me. I was attract - maybe not necessarily a sex-bomb to all men, but attractive enough that guys would try to flirt with me from time to time. My figure was great - I wasn't toothpick skinny, but fit - like I mentioned earlier, I played quite a bit of volleyball on my spare time. What really attracted men (and sometimes even women!) to me was these two, big perky boobs. Yes, I was an eighteen year old with 38J cup tits and yes, they are real.
So I get that you're probably wondering "Okay Amanda, so your life is perfect. What gives?"
Well, my life isn't too perfect for two reasons:
One, my social life is a big of a disaster. I'm not exactly the social type, first of all and secondly, my parents are crazy overprotective. I'm talking about not letting me go out and play some D&D, or go to a concert during the weekend. It's more to do with their religious views, being devout born again Christians who are incredibly skeptical of the outside world. That said, unlike many girls my age, I never had a boyfriend. Hell, I never so much as held hands with a crush or anything.
Secondly, I have absolutely no idea how I'm going to pay for college. Sure, I got accepted to the University of Chicago, but I didn't want to rely on my parents for cash. If I did, well they'd be nagging me on and prying onto my personal life like they do now. I don't enjoy the thought of having to do what my mom and dad say, otherwise they might cut me off...Yeah, I needed to find a way to avoid that situation. Unfortunately student aid isn't going to cut it and scholarships will maybe pay for 1/3 of my tuition.
This all said, when I found out that my parents were going to be heading out for an entire weekend because of some business trip, I was ecstatic. Of course, I didn't let them know that - but I suppose that some part of them knew that I was happy to be left on my own, even for a few days. Not to mention, I think even they knew that it would be downright silly to ask for a babysitter. I was an adult and a responsible one at that.
...
Well, usually I was a responsible eighteen year old. You see, the second that I knew that my parents were off to San Francisco, I took my dad's car and drove off to a party that was going down on the end of these suburbs. I forgot who was hosting the thing; all I knew that it was an open party to everyone from my high school (I think) and this was my chance to finally make some friends before college starts.
I didn't want to hide anymore.
Out of character: Hey reader! I need one very dominant writer to co-write this with me. The story will begin with Amanda reaching the party and bumping into a pervert who will manipulate her, tease her and dominate her
I was thinking that the character could be one of the following:
Of course, if you have another idea, please let me know. Thanks!
I'm your everyday high school senior...well, maybe "everyday" senior is a bit of a stretch. I'm pretty gifted, everyone knew that much. I was (at least from as far as I could remember) always ahead of everyone else. I mean, look at me now - I was nearly at the end of the semester and my GPA was nearly 4.0. Imagine that? That put together with my insanely good extra-curricular record (I'm the captain of the school's volleyball team) means that I'm ahead of the curve, so excuse me when I say that I'm sure that I'll get accepted to medical school once I get through my biology degree at the University of Chicago. I was so impressive that everyone around me kept their eyes on me.
...
Okay, so maybe that wasn't the only reason why people kept their eyes on me. I was attract - maybe not necessarily a sex-bomb to all men, but attractive enough that guys would try to flirt with me from time to time. My figure was great - I wasn't toothpick skinny, but fit - like I mentioned earlier, I played quite a bit of volleyball on my spare time. What really attracted men (and sometimes even women!) to me was these two, big perky boobs. Yes, I was an eighteen year old with 38J cup tits and yes, they are real.
So I get that you're probably wondering "Okay Amanda, so your life is perfect. What gives?"
Well, my life isn't too perfect for two reasons:
One, my social life is a big of a disaster. I'm not exactly the social type, first of all and secondly, my parents are crazy overprotective. I'm talking about not letting me go out and play some D&D, or go to a concert during the weekend. It's more to do with their religious views, being devout born again Christians who are incredibly skeptical of the outside world. That said, unlike many girls my age, I never had a boyfriend. Hell, I never so much as held hands with a crush or anything.
Secondly, I have absolutely no idea how I'm going to pay for college. Sure, I got accepted to the University of Chicago, but I didn't want to rely on my parents for cash. If I did, well they'd be nagging me on and prying onto my personal life like they do now. I don't enjoy the thought of having to do what my mom and dad say, otherwise they might cut me off...Yeah, I needed to find a way to avoid that situation. Unfortunately student aid isn't going to cut it and scholarships will maybe pay for 1/3 of my tuition.
This all said, when I found out that my parents were going to be heading out for an entire weekend because of some business trip, I was ecstatic. Of course, I didn't let them know that - but I suppose that some part of them knew that I was happy to be left on my own, even for a few days. Not to mention, I think even they knew that it would be downright silly to ask for a babysitter. I was an adult and a responsible one at that.
...
Well, usually I was a responsible eighteen year old. You see, the second that I knew that my parents were off to San Francisco, I took my dad's car and drove off to a party that was going down on the end of these suburbs. I forgot who was hosting the thing; all I knew that it was an open party to everyone from my high school (I think) and this was my chance to finally make some friends before college starts.
I didn't want to hide anymore.
Out of character: Hey reader! I need one very dominant writer to co-write this with me. The story will begin with Amanda reaching the party and bumping into a pervert who will manipulate her, tease her and dominate her
I was thinking that the character could be one of the following:- A classmate
- Someone from another school
- A college student
- A much older man
Of course, if you have another idea, please let me know. Thanks!
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