A Love Story

There was this girl back in my high-school who also was a border. She had a very nice figure but with the clothes she wore I don't think she ever showed it and people never did notice it. I remember meeting her and a friend of hers once and thinking they must be recently transferred or something.

Basically, the first time I ever laid eyes on her was during lunch, sitting outdoors in front of the cafeteria. The girls at my table were saying how they hardly ever see this girl coming down the hill if she isn't going jogging or something. This time she was plugging her ears shut with the earphones, once again. This was all she ever did on her spare time it seemed, in the snow, even. Pretty much at every given spare moment, this girl went jogging.

I liked the idea of it, thinking I was a little inspired. I did not, however think she was built too handsomely or think that she had a pretty face. With me it's all about the face. I wouldn't hit on a pretty face with an ugly body. But what was about to happen (A LONG TIME LATER) really shocked me.

So we have a formal dinner in one of the school buildings and I didn't notice until arriving that we all were seated "randomly" so that every adjacent and opposite seat was filled by a girl and where you're sitting and diagonally from there were you and your male buddies. There she was, next to me. Hiding her face under the graduation hat we were given. I make great efforts to entertain her and the people around me, but being shy and worthless I don't really convince anyone. The evening passes and eventually comes to a close.

On the last formal evening arranged by the school I spot her far into the evening wearing the greatest fucking blue dress ever. I was like, what the fuck. Who is that? Being drunk as hell and convinced I had just seen an angel I walk up to her and ask her for the last dance. It was a formal dance and she was all "oh, I don't really know how to" and I was immediately immersed in this cute angelic creature with the most stunning body I had ever seen. We danced for like 10 seconds and all I really got out of it was her body pressed against mine. I stood up straight and placed my hand flat on her lower back, gently forced her hips against mine. I looked down to see her blushing. I gaped for half a second and there it was. Her good side.

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... This. Feeling. I can't take it any more! Abuse me! Give it to me now!

I felt my dick getting a little hard. I was shy for starters, and all of a sudden I have a girl with her sobbing face in my groin, begging for some cock. I'm a little concerned, realising what a stupid thing I had done. I was on a god damn dance-floor. I look up, release the frown and gaze upon the frozen bystanders. Sure they're all drunk, but there's this thing about absolutely primal relations that wake something up within all of us. The guys must have been thinking the same as I was two seconds ago. Face. Cock. Face. Cock.

The girls... I really don't know. The tension was palpable. I know some of them geeky chicks wanted to see this girl get raped to pieces right in front of them. At least 60% of the people in that room were virgins. Booze triggers a curiosity within all of us. Everyone wants to see the cock rub against the insides of somebody's throat.

I gently place my hand on top of her head and let my fingers through her hair. I feel like closing my fingers shut and pulling her up, but this is no private setting, and I haven't quite got the equipment to tie her up and live out some of my fantasies here.

A teacher steps up. "Are you drunk?" he asks. Joined by two others he asks me to come outside. In the massive doorway he turns to look at the saddening heap in the middle of the dance-floor and decides that this is no place for someone to lie around in tears. "Her too." he demands.

We walk down a small path outside the massive construct and arrive near a tiny pond in front of some trees. I assure the teachers I have something important to say and ask them to take care of things back on the silent dance-floor. I had something to say.

They leave, and on their way pass my "slave" without a second of thought. She holds her hands together in front of herself and when they pass she looks down. As she approaches me I can't really think of anything to say. I had enough fresh air in me to realise what had happened indoors was a fantasy too unbelievable to be true. She said...