AngelicaPink
Stepford Wife...Of Sorts!
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Debbie McCallister, captain of the female volleyball team at the only private highschool in town, was always the last to leave the gym. She always stayed behind to help the coach organize the next day and decide who would play in the next game - but not today. She had a date with her boyfriend later and she hurried to the girl's locker room to change, her chocolate brown pony tail swinging from side to side as she ran to the shower booth.
She was a good player, not as tall or as strong as her team mates, but a good player nonetheless. Debbie made it to captain of the team for being so popular and for having so many friends in school, which what majority of the highschool population thought to be the natural order of life. She was living her dream life: popularity, a perfect body, a scholarship on the way, an extremely handsome and equally popular boyfriend, friends, money, an expensive car, designer clothes. You name it, she had it. She only had two worries in her life: who would take the position as captain of the volleyball team next year, since this was in fact her last year of highschool and her cheating boyfriend.
As Debbie showered, she immersed herself in her thoughts. Jason, the most popular boy in school, was her boyfriend. His black hair, blue eyes, baby face and completely manly body had the power to distract every girl in school and leave every guy green with envy. He was the best higschool football player in the state and she felt so important being his girlfriend that it didn't bother her that it was a loveless relationship - it was more about status than anything else. Besides, everybody knew he'd go to bed with any girl.
Their date tonight, like most of their dates, had the purpose of keeping up appearances. Showing up together at the local bar and then leaving together was part of the act. Debbie knew Jason would take her to his parent's unused apartment downtown and that they'd sleep together that night. The next day, they'd arrive together with the same clothes they wore today and social order would still be kept. Sleeping with Jason... It wasn't the best thing in the world. Sex was good, but she felt terrible and used for being just one more of Jason's booty calls. The girl's giggles pulled her out from her thoughts.
"What about you, Debbie?" Brandy asked. Brandy was her long time best friend and not even her reputation as the school's slut could end their relationship. "Don't you just love it when a guy cums inside you?" The others giggled. "When his cum mixes with yours and slowly drips down your thigh?" Brandy spoke in a deep, sexy voice, trying hard not to laugh as the other girls laughed louder and louder.
"All you girls can do is thing about sex! You sound like boys!" Debbie spoke softly but with the authority of the team captain in her voice. As she dried her long legs with her pale pink towel, she thought about what the girls were chatting about. She never let Jason cum inside her. She felt some repulse already, imagine doing it without a condom! Who knows how many girls Jason had gone to bed with, who knows what those girls had given him apart from sex. A shiver of disgust went through Debbie's spine.
As she put on her matching set of plain black lingerie, the girls were still talking about how good it felt when a guy's hot, stick cum was deep inside them. Debbie did her makeup quickly, mildly nauseated about the topic of conversation. By the time she put on her dark green mini dress, the girls were talking about the new Marc Jacobs hand bag collection. She said her goodbyes and waked out the door. She couldn't run wearing her black stilettos, but she managed to walk quickly. She was no prude, but hearing horny teenage girls going on and on about how good their boyfriends were in bed all day was a little too much some days. Debbie liked sex, hell, she loved sex - just not so much with Jason.
As she made her way to the school's front door, she passed a few groups. The music kids, making more noise than actual music trying to tune their respective instruments all at the same time, the school newspaper kids getting ready to go out to interview some locals about the increase of the gas prices and the math nerds. They were playing some stupid card game nobody else could understand. All Debbie knew was that they had cards with cartoons in them and some were more valuable than others. That was just about it. She shook her head at how stupid and childish that sounded. One of the boys looked up, it was her chemistry lab partner. He waved at her and it felt so impolite not to at least nod back that she ended up smiling at him. The teacher had made the lab groups so she ended up stuck with the nerd guy and, to be honest, she didn't even really recall his name.
Jason was in his bright red car at the door, waiting for her. She climbed in, kissed him and he drove away.
Later that night, while Jason was pounding into her being totally selfish and not even caring if she was enjoying it or not, Debbie thought about what her team mates were talking. Was it really that good having a guy cum inside you?
She was a good player, not as tall or as strong as her team mates, but a good player nonetheless. Debbie made it to captain of the team for being so popular and for having so many friends in school, which what majority of the highschool population thought to be the natural order of life. She was living her dream life: popularity, a perfect body, a scholarship on the way, an extremely handsome and equally popular boyfriend, friends, money, an expensive car, designer clothes. You name it, she had it. She only had two worries in her life: who would take the position as captain of the volleyball team next year, since this was in fact her last year of highschool and her cheating boyfriend.
As Debbie showered, she immersed herself in her thoughts. Jason, the most popular boy in school, was her boyfriend. His black hair, blue eyes, baby face and completely manly body had the power to distract every girl in school and leave every guy green with envy. He was the best higschool football player in the state and she felt so important being his girlfriend that it didn't bother her that it was a loveless relationship - it was more about status than anything else. Besides, everybody knew he'd go to bed with any girl.
Their date tonight, like most of their dates, had the purpose of keeping up appearances. Showing up together at the local bar and then leaving together was part of the act. Debbie knew Jason would take her to his parent's unused apartment downtown and that they'd sleep together that night. The next day, they'd arrive together with the same clothes they wore today and social order would still be kept. Sleeping with Jason... It wasn't the best thing in the world. Sex was good, but she felt terrible and used for being just one more of Jason's booty calls. The girl's giggles pulled her out from her thoughts.
"What about you, Debbie?" Brandy asked. Brandy was her long time best friend and not even her reputation as the school's slut could end their relationship. "Don't you just love it when a guy cums inside you?" The others giggled. "When his cum mixes with yours and slowly drips down your thigh?" Brandy spoke in a deep, sexy voice, trying hard not to laugh as the other girls laughed louder and louder.
"All you girls can do is thing about sex! You sound like boys!" Debbie spoke softly but with the authority of the team captain in her voice. As she dried her long legs with her pale pink towel, she thought about what the girls were chatting about. She never let Jason cum inside her. She felt some repulse already, imagine doing it without a condom! Who knows how many girls Jason had gone to bed with, who knows what those girls had given him apart from sex. A shiver of disgust went through Debbie's spine.
As she put on her matching set of plain black lingerie, the girls were still talking about how good it felt when a guy's hot, stick cum was deep inside them. Debbie did her makeup quickly, mildly nauseated about the topic of conversation. By the time she put on her dark green mini dress, the girls were talking about the new Marc Jacobs hand bag collection. She said her goodbyes and waked out the door. She couldn't run wearing her black stilettos, but she managed to walk quickly. She was no prude, but hearing horny teenage girls going on and on about how good their boyfriends were in bed all day was a little too much some days. Debbie liked sex, hell, she loved sex - just not so much with Jason.
As she made her way to the school's front door, she passed a few groups. The music kids, making more noise than actual music trying to tune their respective instruments all at the same time, the school newspaper kids getting ready to go out to interview some locals about the increase of the gas prices and the math nerds. They were playing some stupid card game nobody else could understand. All Debbie knew was that they had cards with cartoons in them and some were more valuable than others. That was just about it. She shook her head at how stupid and childish that sounded. One of the boys looked up, it was her chemistry lab partner. He waved at her and it felt so impolite not to at least nod back that she ended up smiling at him. The teacher had made the lab groups so she ended up stuck with the nerd guy and, to be honest, she didn't even really recall his name.
Jason was in his bright red car at the door, waiting for her. She climbed in, kissed him and he drove away.
Later that night, while Jason was pounding into her being totally selfish and not even caring if she was enjoying it or not, Debbie thought about what her team mates were talking. Was it really that good having a guy cum inside you?
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