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« on: September 06, 2018, 03:27:56 PM »

This is a work of fantasy, and complete fiction.  You must be at least 18 to read it, or engage in sexual activity, but we're not talking about people who Conform here.

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Alisa (f Solo Breasts)

I always knew I was different, but being a girl, I tried to hide it.  I wasn't even sure what it was, as a child.  Just something a little off, and not wanting to be outed as a weirdo, but I knew I liked girls better as friends, and all the kissy stuff.  Well, that was always boys kissing girls, I just didn't think of that.  Then, I went to middle school, and my nipples puffed up.  That wasn't the only thing, I was delighted to see them stick out more and more, until they were a little pointy, and darker then my skin.  

Standing up in front of the mirror in the bathroom, I had to get the potty seat to get up high enough, but they seemed to get bigger every day, and sideways even a little bulge on the bottom.  So, they were a little flat on top, but sloped steeply, and round on the bottom.  I just couldn't see that looking down, but I could feel it.  

Pull them up so the tops bulged, and squeeze them.  Gently pinch the nipples so they got firm, and sensitive, then let them pop back.  One by one, that's how I started playing with myself.  Pull one out, let it pop back, and then the other, but I also really enjoyed jumping around.

Especially naked, so that not only did my butt bounce, but also my boobs shook, and jiggled.  Not to mention women, and watching them a lot more.  Mostly just turning, or reaching out, but especially the black lady down the street.  She was fat too, but they were huge, and saggy so they hung down when she came out in a swimsuit to water her yard.

It was a 1 piece, and she didn't even get wet, just squeezed the handle like a gun, or a flame thrower, only water I guess.  Irregardless, that's all I could think about was her turning this way and that, and how low they hung down.  The wrinkles that showed through the top, and how they folded over underneath.  So her dark nipples pointed down, and I decided that was way too much.

Titty, and she got attention.  She was married, to a white guy.  I didn't even think about them being an interracial couple so much as being married to a man, but I decided that I wasn't jealous.  They were bigger then my head, and hung down when she bent over to roll up the hose on the big spool.  With the water squeezing out on the lawn, then twisting the gun handle back on to hang it on a nail, but those are the biggest tones I had to look at, and they kinda got in the way?

Also, her belly stuck out, and wobbled, the swimsuit sure didn't flatter that, and her thighs shook.  Her fat butt, and basically all the extra parts of a heavy woman, but I sure thought about it.  Playing with my little ones in the shower, then getting out to dry off, and pop my nipples back and forth.

I thought I was so red from the hot water looking down, but then up on the potty step to look in the mirror.  It looked more like a tanline all the way up my neck, and cheeks, but not on my boobs.  Down between them, which made them look even paler, and the swollen tips even darker, but I didn't have the water that hot, and I don't remember it running down between them especially.

Then, my little brother knocked.  Quiet, and down low, because he could barely even reach the handle, and said "Potty" though the door.  So, I put a towel on, and let him in.  Kicked the potty stool over to where he could stand up, and "Ew."

He pulled his pants down, and just ew.  I was starting to think about what I wanted, and even that little shriveled thing just looked weird.  Maybe because he was peeing, and that's gross, but he's 4 and he had to pee.  I should have shut the door, and if I hadn't been fooling around thinking about boobs, then it wouldn't even bother me, but there it was.

I actually cried a little in my room, because that's when I realized what was wrong with me.  I was gay, and I didn't want to be.  Well, I don't guess I was all that happy about it at the time, I was just running all the things my friends would say through my head if they ever found out, and that led to awkward looking at their chests.  While trying not to look like I was looking, and avoiding the worst situations where we got undressed, or changed, and I had to see them topless.

I didn't mind being topless, I hate bras, and I always did, but whenever I was around a topless girl, I got ashamed, and looked away.  They even called me a "Prude," which I guess was better then them finding out the truth, but I just stopped hanging out all together with them.  Especially overnight when we'd have to put on night clothes, and strip down to undies, at least.  I didn't want to be around them topless, because it was maddening.  Teasing me with them right there, but not being able to reach out and touch them without them finding out my deep dark secret.

Then, I turned 13, and started 7th grade.  That was the worst, because of all the attention I got from boys, and I don't mean just looking.  I had to cover them up, or put my arms up whenever they trued to hit them with their arm, usually.  That was the typical boy ploy, "Oops!"  When just last year, they didn't accidentally bump into them, which by the way hurts if you hit one hard enough.

So, I was lonely, and miserable.  Moody, confused, and basically normal as the straight girls that were going through puberty, and middle school.  You know?  Pretty much the same thing, only being gay.  
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« Reply #1 on: September 06, 2018, 04:02:37 PM »

So, I spent a whole year closeted, without any friends, but as bad as 8th grade was, high school was even worse.  Gym class, which ment we had to dress out, and I embarrassed myself on Assembly.  I wasn't paying attention, and my foot slipped off the back of the bleachers.  I fell, and sprained my ankle bad.

It hurt so bad, and everyone was laughing, but at least I didn't have to get dressed for gym.  Wasted money on shorts and a tank-top I never wore, and carefully sat down on the bottom bleacher the coach pulled out for me, with my crutches.  So, kind of like being benched, I saw the appeal of the WNBA immediately.

"Huh!"  Brittney Griner, she was so tall, and so good, she made it look easy, and she was mix race too.  Bad enough Mrs Griner watered their lawn in her bathing suit, but she was a senior, varsity, and that year got a scholarship to Baylor.  I made it to every game.

Didn't find out she was gay until way later, when she went to the WNBA, but you know how a tank top shows the side of the bra, through the arm-hole?  Oh yeah, and I kind of felt up my mom.  

Waited until she was sitting down, so i had to lean over to kiss her "Goodnight."  Then run off to bed, to take off my night shirt, and try to imagine being that busty.  Which is bad, I know, but only once, and I decided not to have any babies so they got so fat, and wrinkly, and sag.

She's my mom, who do you think showed me how to put on a bra?  So anyway, it was pretty easy to find out which side she'd be on, so when she dribbled it over, or got it passed to her.  Dribbling is okay too, but she wears really good bras, so there's not a whole lot of bounce, and the jersey was baggy too, but my favorite part is when she stops to take a shot.

Volleyball, too.  Not s slam dunk, or a spike, those happen too fast, and there's just a flop, but real quick she catches it, and picks it up.  With her long skinny beige fingers, and shoots it with a little hop, and the dark fur under arm, with the jersey flopping out, and even puffing up a little with air?

"Huh!"  Yeah.  So, I skipped lunch, and watched practice.  Especially 3 pointers, and then out at the concrete course on the bench, watching through the fence.  Even if I knew she was gay, I was a freshman, on crutches with a big ugly boot, but that's how I got caught down in the empty locker room.

With a tablet, topless with my hands on my boobs, looking at pictures of breast form bra inserts on Amazon.  Of course the school filters cut off anything I was to young too see, but this was medical supplies, and I was up on the sink by the toilets, which don't have any doors on the stalls anyway, but there are curtains for the showers, and in between gym classes, the basketball girls got to practice, so it was empty, and I had it to myself.

So, that's when Rachael came in, and with my brace on, I couldn't exactly get down, and say "It's not what it looks like."  Crossing my arms to cover my chest, hot, and sweaty so my hair stuck to my neck, grinding my crotch into the corner of the sink imagining it was her face, with the tablet propped up on the faucet because the mirrors in there are too high.

Sexy!  "Uh!" she laughed, and grabbed me.  helped me down, "Careful," and didn't even cop a feel under my arm.  She just helped me get back on my feet, and I was already red hot.  

Pulled my bra out of the sink, and turned away pulling it on.  "Thanks."  Almost as humiliated when I took that spill off the bleachers in front of everyone at the pep rally.

"It's cool.  Brittney, huh?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."  The screen went blank all on it's own, but she didn't have to say anything about what I was looking at, with them staring back like peach fried eggs.  



"Only the hottest girl in school, and watching her run?"  She laughed again, and I turned around.  Looked at her, and she looked back.  Her eyes fluttered up, and she took a deep breath.  Sighed, "I love watching her run."

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« Reply #2 on: September 07, 2018, 11:08:55 AM »

Freshmen, am I right?  She obviously had the hots for Brittney, which is like a guy by the way, and she's flat as a pancake.  So I don't know what she was looking at, besides fake plastic boobs on her tablet.  Hot and horny though, I just didn't have time to do anything, but help her down.  Can't check, and see if any of the lockers were open, with her in there, so I decided to have a little fun instead.

I led her on, she wanted to believe she wasn't the only lesbo with the hots for Brittney, so I let her.  Ask me how she got in there in the first place, with the crutches, and the heavy door, but I held it open for her, and she obviously wants a butch girl, so I did that.  Said "See you later," and saw what class she went to after that.

Where she came out, and she wasn't getting very far on those crutches, but the way the rolled up towels stuck up under her top.  They pulled it tight, even without the backpack straps, and if anybody needed inserts to pad out her bra, it was Brittney, not her.  Perky little A cups, now I'm not a homo, but I remember when I was just starting to sprout, and hooked up with her after school.

I tried to think what a butch dyke would say, but I just took her backpack.  Offered her a ride, and threw it in back with her crutches.  "Oh!"  She bumped my C cup, and said she was "Sorry" helping her get in, but on the way around to my side.  I felt a little hot even.  Just because she was so hot for me, it showed, and the clumbsy softmorish boy ploy of bumping your bra to feel some titty.  Coming from her, it was kinda funny, and I had to laugh.

"So, where to?  Your parents don't know yet?"

"That I'm gay?"  She shook her head, "No, they're conservative."

"So that's out," and I took her out to the make-out spot.  Parked, and kissed her, but as soon as she got her hands on my bra?  I never had been felt up by another girl before, but let me tell you, it makes a big difference.  Having little toy tits to practice on, so she knew what it felt like, but I got real hot.  Real quick, and she helped me get my shirt off.  Unhook my bra, and oh, my god.

She went right for the nipples, with both hands.  Picked them up, and kinda juggled them?  Up, and down, back and forth by feel.  Her fingers brushing the tips hard, and then her thumbs.  Then her fingers brushing down again, one by one, while the other one got pulled out, and let go to snap back, and brush over her fingers.  Back and forth, over, and over, driving me nuts.

"Huh!" I just sat back, panting for breath, and got my pants open to stick my fingers inside.  "I'm so hot, and wet!"  I couldn't believe it, "I never felt like this for another girl before!"  It sounded like a lie, just the kind of lie you tell a boy when you get in his car, so he doesn't think you're a slut.  No, of course I've never sucked a dick before, did I do okay?  "Uh, hu hin ihn!  Mhrn!"  I never got off so quick before neither, but my nipple in her mouth felt amazing!  "Huh, huhHhuhH!  Fuck."  I looked at the clock on the dashboard.  "I have to go."  The only reason I even had the car was so I could come straight home.

"Oh," she sat back on her side, and wiped her mouth.  I hurried to put my bra back on.  

"I'm grounded, you think you can get home all right?"

"Uh," She looked down, at her cast thingy.

"I'll drop you off at the bus stop on the way."  Tuck in my shirt, and zip up my pants on the side so I can "Buckle up.  I don't want to get pulled over."

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« Reply #3 on: September 07, 2018, 12:02:51 PM »

I don't know if Rachel's really the right girl for me.  I kinda want a girl friend, and a little romance, but she can't date because she's grounded, and she can't hang out with me at school, because she's a Junior.

It's not unkind to point out her nose, is it?  I mean, I'm not making fun of it, it just kind of got in the way kissing, and she is Jewish.  I'm pretty sure Goldmann is a Jewish name, but it's not racist to point that out, because Jewish isn't a race unless you're a nazi, and I'm not.

She's just so fast, and I didn't even get to see what she did in her pants, but it took a while to figure out what I was doing wrong.  I don't think she faked it, but for the longest time I looked at fake porn.  I mean, real naked ladies, but actors, and bad acting to boot, but what did I know about porno?

I just got to look at boobs, all kinds of boobs, and maybe decide what ones I like the best, but Rachael's?  They are really nice.  Dark tight little nipples, not pink at all, but dark brown, almost black.  Also, a little hair on one, which I didn't think about, hairy nipples, but just 1 hair isn't exactly super hairy, is it?  Is that normal?

It must be hard to shave, and I can't even imagine plucking it out with tweezers, as much as that hurts just on my eyebrows, so that explains it, but it was kinda neat?  I don't know, why am I obsessing over 1 little hair, but I can't even start to think about homework at a time like this.

I'm so excited, and wierded out, and horny, and curious all at the same time, but maybe after she gets off restriction.  We can hang out, and take some time to get to know one another.  Get in the back seat where she can spread her legs, and show me how she masturbates, but she sure finished quick, and I wish it were that easy, but nobody's looking.

I can at least fidgit, and dry myself out a little with my underwear, but I'm starting to drip, I think.  I never have been dripping wet, and they are kind of dry on top.  Not deep down, where it's running out of my vaginal opening, but I can't really fiddle off right here on the bus, can I?

I just wonder what it feels like, she shook so hard it made her nipple slip out of my lips, and licking them, I kinda have to wonder if she shaves anything, at all?  Oh yeah, her armpits, I forgot about them, but even those look a little stubbly, and I remember the smell of her deoderant, even if it wasn't caked on or anything so you could see it, but the hairs in my underwear are driving me nuts, and the dry cloth on top.

"Huh?"  I better stop.  "Snh?"  People are starting to get on, and the last thing I need is to get kicked off for public masturbation, but I'm o horny it's killing me, and now I couldn't do it if i wanted to with the Mexican family right there, and the little girl.

Alisa!  You should be ashamed of yourself, she looks like she's maybe 5, and you know she's not gonna get boobs for at least.  5 more years?  I can't help but wonder if she remembers her momma's, nursing, and falling asleep in her arms suckling.  No, stop it, that's sick.  What's wrong with you?

So, then I felt guilty about that, as long as they were sitting there until I got off the bus, and crutched the whole way home.  By then, I was so hot, and sweaty, my hair was wrecked, and stuck to my head.  I took off the brace, and took a bath, since I don't have to stand up to do that in the shower, which is another thing I'm exempt from in gym class.

Which just made me think about Rachael in the locker room.  What was she doing down there, anyway?  She's not in gym any more, she passed it, and she sure doesn't play any sports, but I could just imagine her.  Coming out with her hair wet, and wrapping a towel around the tight ringlets.  Getting some underwear out of her locker, and pulling it up under her towel, when I got to see it on the side when she unhooked, and zipped open her pants.  

For some reason, the little brass hooks on her hip, because they're like bra hooks, of course.  Which means she had to take off the towel, to put her bra on, and maybe they were even a little smaller?  I don't know, but I washed myself off good, and dried off.  Wore the towel to my room, and locked the door to climb up in my bed.  

Then I closed my eyes, and imagined it was her.  Pulling the towel out from the middle up front, and feeling them.  She never touched me, but she did kiss me, and I got a handful of her big soft round boobs.  They didn't sag that much, enough that I could pick them up, and play with her hard nipples, let them drop, and then she leaned back in her seat to unzip her pants.  

Let me kiss, and suck her nipple, but I wish I payed more attention to what she did with her hand in there.  "Oh, ohhh!"  Moaning, and I imagined she said "Oh Alisa."  I figured out right then in there that I over thought it.  Trying to play with myself, and studying the fake lesbian porn stars, with their fake boobs, until I noticed that they weren't turned on, at all.

It wasn't real, when that quickie in the car, as unsatisfying, and frustrating as it was, it was real.  It really happened, with a real girl, and real boobs.  The real smell of sex getting stronger, and I don't even know what I did.  I wasn't paying attention, and that was the trick all along.  Don't even think about what you're doing, and let your fingers do what cums natural.  

I wound up just rubbing it, inside and out with 3 fingers.  1 inside, and the other 2 out, but harder, and faster.  Imagining her hand in my pants, instead of lying on my bed with wet hair, and moaning, "Yes, oh yes, Rachael.  I, ihn, mh, I'm!  HhuhHhuhHhHhuh!"

I just stopped, and felt it star twitching.  All of it, I had no idea that the whole thing twitches, all the way down to my butthole, I just felt it pull my lips, and creases tighter, then relax, and felx again, and again, then slower, and weaker until I could barely even feel it, but then a little juice ran out.  

It didn't squirt, or gush, it just ran out, soaked between my finger, and the little creases inside.  Dribbled, and dripped down my taint, and into my butt crack, but I had my legs up, knees akimbo, so the bed smashed my but cheeks flat together on the towel, and I sniffed loud just to smell it.  

It wasn't just like Rachael, even though I smelled it too, when she did it.  A little bit of her lust sweat?  I guess, it smells a little sweaty, because it was hot, we didn't get a shower in the locker room for real, and then we were in her car with the windows rolled up, but then when she got off, I could smell it.  

Now, I could taste it, and swipe my clean dry fingers through my sex to dip out more of it.  Lick, and suck it off my fingers, just imagining the're her lips.  Her fingers, and even her sex somehow, all at once.  I guess we had 4 hands between us, and 2 set of privates, but I got horny again, then mom came and ruined it.  Asked me if I done my homework, when I'd been out of the shower for quite a while.  

My room stank of sex, and she even heard me moaning while I diddled off for the first time in my life, so we had a little talk about that.  She didn't approve, the hypocrite, because she did it too, she just didn't talk about it.  So i started yelling, and making a big scene.  She told me to put some clothes on, and then she yelled "Who the Hell is RACHAEL?"

I just fried, but that got it out, in the open.  She slammed the door, and left me crying.  Then I was grounded too, but not for playing with myself.  Oh no, that was fine, and dandy, it's not like we have seed to spill, but for being gay.

I wondered, but no.  It turns out that Rachel wasn't even gay, much less grounded for it.  She got caught breaking into cars with her friends, and stealing cigarettes.  Then, the truth came out, but not right away, and not the whole truth, either.  She waited until I got my "Castoff," or "Castaway," they called it, no matter how many times I told them, it's not a cast, it's a brace, and i didn't break it, but her pet name for me was "Klutz," until I ctopped crutching around.  "Klutz's Crutches."

No, she wasn't gay at all, she tricked me, and led me on, then told all my friends she caught me playing with myself thinking about Brittney.  "Then, I felt sorry for her, gave gave her a ride home, because she missed the bus, and what did she do to repay my good deed?  She grabbed my boobs, and tried to kiss me!"  She said that, out loud to her friends, loud enough for me to hear it.  So all I could do was put my head down, and shake it in my arms.  To hide my tears, because i knew it didn't matter what I said, she could lie, and say whatever she wanted with her friends there to back her up.

No, it turns out that she was a bitch, a bully, and ashamed of herself for getting bi curious, I guess.  I know what happened, she kissed me, and took her top off.  She didn't even try to touch me, but I was just so happy to get my hands on her boobs, I didn't even care until she kicked me out.  On the street, with crutches to take the bus.  

Can you believe that?  Because nobody else did.  She told her side of it first, and she already had friends to take her side.

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« Reply #4 on: September 07, 2018, 04:35:30 PM »

So, then it was a few miserable months of putting up with that until Winter break.  I failed Gym, not just because of all the time I missed with a sprained ankle, but also on account of every time I went in there, or the locker room.  She ruined that for me too, but I don't guess stalking the varsity basketball team, and humping the sink down in the locker room was a good thing I should be doing anyway.  

Sure didn't make it easy to learn sports, and exercise, though.  It was so distracting, and made me mad, but just knowing there wasn't anything I could do about it, and the lies stood made it all the worse.  All my grades went downhill, which just gave mom and dad more to ground me over.  Dad said I should spend more on my studies, but mom waited to add, "Instead of thinking about girls, and sinning with them."

Like that was going to happen now, after what Rachael did, and all the lies her friends spread about me.  Masturbating, and moaning "Brittney, oh Brittney!" in the girl's rooms all over campus.  Which is bullshit, by the way.  I couldn't even do it any more, at all.  Even in the privacy of my own room, because they ganged up on me, and ruined it for me.

So then, I came back to school, to more good news, when I got all my mid-terms back.  I was failing, everything.  My report card was all straight Fs, so I was grounded until my grades improved, and they took my tablet away, so I had more time to focus on my studies.  Terrific, when I had just learned how to download videos off the free sites, not to mention the best places to see something real.

You have to be 18, and prove it to get on the real good ones.  So all you get is sneak peeks, but I did manage to diddle off, and when I finished, it turned out I left my finger on the screen until the back-click menu kicked in.  On the video, the first option was [Download Video.]

Well, it was a good one, a web cam between 2 room mates in college, and they even looked perfect.  One was white, and skinny, with perky little boobs, and big puffy pink nipples.  Like mine, only a little older, while her girlfriend had nice big ones, and dark hair.  It said Latina in the title, but you can't believe what they say.  Sometimes it even says sisters, or mother daughter, when they don't look anything alike, except maybe the same bleach blond hair, and fake boobs, but I can tell the difference.

She took that away too, and if she saw the Downloads folder, she didn't say anything, but it took even me a little while to find it.  Not like mom is any tech genius, so for a couple days there, the only way even I knew how to get into Downloads was find another video.  You just have to hold your finger on it, instead of tap it to play or pause the video, like left click, or right click to bring up the little popup options.  

Then, it turned into a little misunderstanding, and I didn't even put 2 and 2 together when Britany came up, and talked to me after school.  About stuff, she was a little nervous, and commented on me getting my cast off.  "It was just a brace.  I sprained my ankle, I didn't break my leg."

"Oh," she was shy, and talkative at the same time?  I don't know, but it turns out her name was BritAny, with an a.  Instead of Brittney, with 2 ts, and an e, but her last name Killian was McGilliKutty back in Ireland, until they got to Ellis Island, and whoever signed her great grandparents in didn't bother to spell it out.  So, he wrote Killian instead, and that was that.

Come to find out, she heard about my playing with myself, and saying her name, even though it didn't happen that way, so of course the rumors left out which Brittney it was supposedly, when Rachael was the one who guessed I was looking at Brittney Griner, because she's the star of the basketball team, the tallest one in school, and you know, kind of manly?

I don't know, as much time as I wasted, trying to figure out what must be going on in her head, to be honest I'm never going to understand Rachael.  All I knew is when she got on my bus, it was nice to have a friend again.  She sat with me, and did all the talking, but that's all it was to me, at first.  Like having a friend again, honestly.  I don't have anything against blondes, or Irish people, I just like dark hair, or black preferably.

She wasn't hitting on me, she was just talking about, I don't know.  Stuff, normal girl stuff, and school, and what it's like at home with so many brothers, and sisters.  She thought I was an only child, but really, just having a brother so much younger is kind of like being an only child, because we don't have any thing in common, and his boy brain is still so under developed, he still thinks bouncing a ball is pretty neat, and does it for hours until it gets annoying.

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« Reply #5 on: September 07, 2018, 05:22:27 PM »

It's a joke, really.  When there's all the other Britanies, Brittneys, and "I don't tan, see?"  I showed her my arm, "I burn, and freckle, but even those are more pink than tan, and just clash with my blue eyes."  She looked up, and her green eyes are so pretty, they contrast perfectly with her strawberry blond hair, and "It's weird how red and green are associated with Scotch-Irish, while blond, and blue are with Germans, because sie Nazis."

"Oh, I'm not German.  I'm Mostly Polish, with a little Ukranian, and a great uncle from Belarus?"  She shook her head, "Belarusian?  I forget."

I just shrugged, "Well."  I didn't mean to upset her, but being mostly polish, I guess it makes sense being triggered by the Nazis.

Then the bus pulled up, and she said "I have to go."  So I let her off, and started to follow her, but she said "I'm grounded, so I can't have girls over," and I had to go back to my seat.  Well, our seat, but on her bus, so it didn't go the right way, and I don't even know where we are, besides a neighborhood I didn't recognize, so I stayed on the bus, and rode it back.

"I just got on the wrong bus," and called my mom to pick me up, but I couldn't say anything.  I don't even know what to say, or even if I'm gay, or just got a crush on her, but whichever way it is, I missed her so much over the holidays it broke my heart, and she never even talked to me, or looked at me before.  

So, I made up my mind, it hurt too much sitting back, and looking at her, thinking about her playing with herself in the restroom, and even trying to catch her at it just to hear her say my name.  Maybe I'm just bisexual, I don't have a problem with boys, it's just that all the ones I know are jerks, at school, or my brothers' friends.  They're not all like that, I'm sure, but immature, with no idea what girls like, or how to talk to you if they even bother instead of coming over to hang out, then try to kiss me, and get grabby, when they're not sneaking in my room to jerk off in my underwear.

I don't even know who it was, one of the boys that came over, and it only happened once or twice, but then he did it again.  There were so many boys there, and they kept coming over all break, but if he does it again.  I don't know, it's not always the same boys, and if he does it enough times, I can narrow it down to the ones who were there every time it happened, until I figure it out by process of elimination, but until then I have to be careful, and check them.

Every time the boys come over, because whoever it is gets in my clean underwear drawer, and puts them back.  I don't even know how long he's been doing it, and it's really creepy thinking how many times I could have put them on dirty, because I didn't notice.  So, at least they're not white any more.  I got a whole pack of colors, so I could throw out all the white ones, even knowing I probably won't get pregnant with it dried out, but still, it gives me the heebie jeebies.

Whoever it is, that does that is sick, and dirty.  No wonder he doesn't have a girlfriend to do it with, or he wouldn't be breaking into his friend's little sister's room, and my brothers are no help, either.  I guess he's probably one of Sean's friends, because they're older, and Angus' are probably all still shooting blanks in middle school anyway, but that's not the point.  He should be locked up, where there's nothing but men, and their underwear to get into.

If one of them wants to grab him, and bend him over, and fuck him in the showers, it serves him right.  I just wish I could be there to see him get what he deserves.  Listen to him squeal, and wait for him to go back to his bunk.  Crying, and then show him the dirty mess in his underpants, so I can rub his face in it.  "Yeah, see how it feels now?  How do you like it, sicko?"

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« Reply #6 on: September 07, 2018, 07:02:42 PM »

So, I told her "I made a friend."

"A girlfriend?"

"No, mom, just a friend, and did you really just ask me how school was to judge me?  Ugh!"  I slammed the door, but she knocked.  "Go away!"

"Honey, I;"

"If you're going to force me to stay in my room until my grades improve, at least Leave Me Alone in here!"

"Oh, sweetheart.  I'm sorry."

"Well, my grades aren't going to get any better without any help, and she's a Junior, and she's smart, and I just thought that she could be my friend, and help me with my homework."

"You really like this girl?"

"Ew, no mom!  God, ever since you found out, why does everything have to be about sex?  I can have friends, that are girls, without them being girlfriends if you would let me.  She's not even my type, she's too short, and skinny, and blond, but I'm trying as hard as I can, and I just can't do anything right!"

"Stop it, stop hitting yourself!"

"Well, somebody's got to beat some sense into this thick skull of mine, are you gonna do it?"

"Well, I could help you with your homework, if you would like."

"Uh, I don't have any today."

"Why not?"

"Because it's just the first day of the semester, so all I've got is the outline of what we're going to be learning this year."  I got out my Health, and Sports Science textbook, "See?  All I have to do is make a cover for my new textbook, and."

"I thought they weren't going to teach sex ed any more."

"Mom!  Look."  I threw the outline in her lap, "See for yourself, it doesn't say anything about sex in there, until the third quarter, and all it does say is Abstinence.  So, there you are, why we got the brand new textbooks in the first place?  Because the president's personal sunday school teacher made that stupid law, so teenagers don't just break out in pregnancies because we saw a picture of a cutaway penis, there.  You happy?"

Like I want to see that in the first place, or a whole one, or any penis ever for that matter.  So, at least I finally guilt tripped her enough to let me have a tutor.  Let me out of my cage, as long as I promise not to go out, and start carpet munching until I meet a woman, and we're both old enough to be married.  Assuming President Goldfinger doesn't change that, too.

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