Gender: Male Age: 45 Location: N/A
HER BADBOY PHASE
This is the story of a lonely freshman girl being seduced by a clever but cruel junior boy.
“Categories” included are teen male/teen female, virginity, male dominance, toys and anal fingering.
Everything changed for twelve-year-old Becca the day her father ran off with an old girlfriend he had hooked up with through Facebook. Her stern and controlling father had been the principal at her middle school. The ex-girlfriend was divorced, childless, and in his words, a refreshing free spirit.” Becca understood that to mean that she liked to fuck a lot more than Becca’s mom did.
It was all very humiliating to Becca and her mother. Becca’s mother responded by going right out and hooking up with an ex of her own. She was still fairly young and quite pretty, so the man was glad to have her company and share a bed with her. He had no interest, however, in raising a child. Becca’s mom stayed with him anyway. She began to go out with him nearly every night. Soon enough, she began to STAY out with him on many of those nights. Apparently, Becca’s mother did like to fuck. She just didn’t want to fuck her dad. Eventually, it got to the point where Becca’s mom would rarely come home. She just made sure Becca had food and clothing and a little spending money. This new man had plenty of money and was glad to spend a little of it on the girl if it meant he could keep her out of his house, out of his way, and out of his life.
While Becca was technically provided for, she was no longer supervised in the least, nor was she truly loved. Her parents had simply decided they had better things to do. She also had the joy of going to a middle school where everyone knew that her father had abandoned his post and his family for a piece of ass. And it wasn’t long before her mother’s behavior became public knowledge as well.
Becca responded by becoming the very essence of the studious, virginal schoolgirl. She soldiered through the gossip and the assumptions that anyone coming out of that household must be a slut or a flake. By the time she was in eighth grade, her reputation had completely flipped. Teachers spoke highly of her character, but the boys at school had decided that pretty as she may be, it wasn’t worth the effort. That store wasn’t just closed for business, it was locked and gated. The other girls shunned her as well. She didn’t even like to talk about boys and ways to try and get invited to beer parties with the high school kids. The girls found her a bore and a kiss ass.
Becca went home alone to an empty house, did her homework, exercised fanatically and sometimes cried her eyes out. She was stuck. If she opened herself up to the boys and the parties, the slut reputation would return. If she didn’t, the prude reputation remained. She entered high school as a very, very lonely child.
One person paid special attention to her, but that attention was unwelcome. Zeke Weller was a junior boy with a reputation as a criminal and a bully. He was damned good-looking, so some girls gave him a shot, but they always ended up crying on their friends’ shoulders during lunch hour. From the day Becca stepped into the high school, Zeke tormented her with sexual innuendo followed by cruel teasing about her lonely life. He alone managed to hit her on both fronts. She both feared and hated him.
The first week in November started the way every week started. There was Zeke, waiting for her just inside the door of the school. “Baby-girl, you are looking fine today. Is that skirt new? And the sweater, a new shade of navy? Whatever it is, it works for you, girl.”
“Leave me alone, please,” she said trying to get by him, but he blocked her way.
“All I meant was that you look nice in that outfit. Why does such a cute girl have to be such an icicle that she can’t even take a compliment?” He gave her his best concerned look. “I know you have feelings, real big-girl feelings. And I just wanted to start your week off knowing that you’re very attractive. Boys would really like you if you gave them the chance.”
“Zeke, I have to get to my locker before class.”
“Cool. I’ll walk with you. It’s good for my reputation to be seen with one of the best-behaved girls in school. I mean most people have caught onto the fact that we have a thing going on, and people will think I must be behaving if I’m with you.” He let her pass, but fell in beside her.
“We do NOT have a thing going on!” She tried walking faster, but his legs were way longer, and he could cover the ground at any pace she tried to set.
“Sure we do. I tell you you’re beautiful and you treat me like dirt. It’s a thing.” He laughed. She didn’t. “Look, Sweaters, it’s just a matter of time before you realize that you’re choosing the lonely road, here.”
That one stung. He was right about that. He’d been right about the big girl feelings, too. Becca wasn’t immune to male charms, even his. She could have turned him in for harassment long ago, and the administration would have been happy to suspend him. “It’s my choice to make.”
“Sure, sure. You’re a free woman. From what I hear there’s nobody at home to really make you do anything.” He sure as hell knew where her buttons were. “So, you’ve chosen to be an ice princess. It keeps people from thinking you’re a woman of loose morals. I mean I have a reputation for loose morals, and it makes me a real pariah in some corners.”
“I know some big words, Honor Roll. Hell, Pariah isn’t even that big. Six letters.” He stopped as she reached her locker. He opened it, dialing the combination. Becca looked at him in shock. She began to shake slightly. “It’s just observation, Brown-Eyed-Girl. I’m not sneaking around in your records or anything. Your combo is only three numbers, oddly enough all prime. I’ve been here while you opened it a dozen times, now. It stuck in my head.”
“It’s just attentiveness! Aren’t you glad that someone is at least paying you a little attention?” He smiled and looked her in the eyes. “You’re a tremendously hot girl with a lot of repressed feelings, and I find you fascinating. I pay attention to the things you say, and to what your gorgeous little hands with nine perfect nails and one chipped nail do.”
“Zeke, you’re scaring me. Please leave me alone.”
“Really, seems like you’re always alone, Becca.” He leaned on the lockers and gazed at her. “I’m the only one who really wants to be with you.”
“Stop with that. You’re tearing me apart inside, Zeke,” she whispered, closing her eyes and leaning against the lockers.
“Am I? I’ll leave you alone, but think about this. Am I the one who makes you feel alone and vulnerable, or are you? Which one of us causes you more pain?” He began to walk away, but after about ten steps, he turned on his heel. He spoke loudly and the bustling hallway froze for an instant. “You really do look fantastic today, Becca. You look fantastic every day. There should be a hundred boys telling you that. But I’m the only one with the guts to wade through your defenses. The rest of these guys are chicken shit.”
Becca flushed red. She wanted to come up with a smart remark and put him down in front of everyone. She couldn’t find any clever words. She groaned in frustration and slammed her books into her locker. A long thin box fell out. It was wrapped in a red ribbon and had a note on it. “Do NOT open at school!—Z--.” She turned to tell him that she didn’t want anything from him, but he was gone. Curious onlookers gazed at her and waited to see what was in the box. She put it back in her locker. It fell out twice more during the day, so she put it in her book bag and forgot about it.
Becca went home to an empty house. She dumped her book bag on the bed. The box was there. She ignored it and did her homework. She was meticulous with her schoolwork, but freshman classes were a joke to her. She finished in less than an hour even though she actually wanted it to take longer. What else did she have to do? She pointedly ignored the box and did her evening work-out. She had decided that she was not going to let her depressing social life lead to her letting herself go. She wasn’t an athlete, but she was in damned good shape since she exercised for an hour every night. She liked yoga best.
Faced with absolutely nothing else of interest in her life, the box tempted her more and more. She couldn’t get it out of her mind. She actually screamed out loud in frustration. Living alone had its advantages. She decided to open it, see what he had thought he could possibly give her as a gift she’d accept, and then take it back the next day, pretending to have never opened it. When she removed the ribbon and pulled on the lid, she heard a ripping sound. He had put tape on the inside of the box. Now, he would know that she had opened it. One thing she had been forced to admit lately was that Zeke was incredibly clever.
Becca looked inside the box and immediately threw it down on the bed in disgust. It contained a red plastic dildo. When she had dropped the box, she found that there had been a second note inside. “I know you’re mad as hell, right now. But I know that you have cravings like any other girl, and you’re not getting them met. You could, but that’s your choice. Until you decide to let me show you what real pleasures interacting with other humans can bring, use this toy to take the edge off. –Z-- PS—If you try to give this back to me, I will make a huge scene, and you will be mortified. So, you’re stuck with it.” Becca screamed again. She closed the box and set it on her dresser. She was pretty sure that she was going to kill him when he met her at the door in the morning.
Zeke wasn’t there at the door. He was nowhere to be found. She did see him briefly at lunch. When she walked toward him, he walked away. She almost tried to run him down, but didn’t want to draw attention. For the next few days, she tried to catch up with him, but he always eluded her. It wasn’t until Friday that she realized that SHE had been chasing HIM all week. That manipulative fuck! She also realized that outside of normal classwork talk, she hadn’t had a conversation with anyone since he walked away on Monday.
On Friday night she returned home to find that the fridge was, as usual, stocked with groceries and that there was spending money for her on the table. “Sorry, I missed you, honey. Have fun with your school friends, Love, Mom.” Even her mom was avoiding her. Becca cried. She cried harder than she had in a long time. Her sense of isolation was complete. Becca was about to dump her books on the bed when she spied the box on the dresser. She was angry with the world, especially her mother. She wondered how pissed her mom would be if she came home and found Becca fucking herself with the dildo. Well, she wasn’t likely to show up and do that, was she? Becca tossed the book bag aside and crossed to the dresser. NO ONE was going to catch her, were they?
She took out the dildo and studied it. She knew how these things worked. She had been a fairly normal middle school girl once, and had heard other girls laughing and joking about sex toys. Becca switched it on. The thing buzzed so quickly that she had to strain to see it move. She sat on the edge of the bed, took a deep breath and pulled up the front of her skirt. She touched the toy to the front of her panties. The feeling was so intense that she pulled it away. That hadn’t been what she had expected it would feel like. To tell the truth, she hadn’t really had any idea what to expect.
She tried it again. This time she was better prepared, and she also made sure that she started a little lower down on her panties. It was actually far more pleasant. The buzzing tingled up through her entire pubic area, and the most sensitive parts got just the gentlest bits of vibration. She was still surprised by how deep inside of her the vibrations reached. She had played at the very edges of her sex with her fingers, but she had never gone inside of herself. So, this was the deepest inside of her that any physical sensation had ever penetrated. She was no longer focused on her anger with her mother or her hatred for the boy who had given her the dildo. She was overwhelmed with sexual curiosity, a feeling she had always managed to shove aside before. She caught herself at this as she had begun to run the toy over all of her panties, prompting the first signs of wetness she had felt in a great while. She switched off the device.
She sat for a long time, wrestling with whether or not she was willing to let herself go any further with this. She had gotten A’s in the health classes where they told her that the urge to masturbate was completely normal for a girl her age. That had been two years ago. She still hadn’t been willing to let herself actually do it. Hadn’t sexual urges destroyed her family, her life? Becca had always held the secret fear that she would become like her parents. Consequently, she had managed to suppress every fantasy that popped into her head—well, all but one.
Becca had gone to a dance and watched a group of the wilder girls as they danced. The way they gyrated, the way they ground, the way they threw their arms to the sides and let their chests wiggle while they danced all effected Becca. Not by making her attracted to the girls, but by making her wonder what it would feel like to be that free, that comfortable. Try as she might, Becca could not make that fantasy go away. She pictured herself in a low-cut top “shaking what God gave her” and not giving a damn what anyone else thought.
She put the toy down, moved to her stereo and turned it on. Becca pulled the sweater off, leaving her in only a tight fitting light blue undershirt and her skirt. She began to sway to the music. Soon the bass kicked in and she began to imitate the movements the other girls had done. Becca understood music and rhythm, she had taken dance lessons when she was young. She began to imitate the moves she had seen the other girls doing. She was in great shape, and found that it was pretty easy for her to do the moves. She had a yoga body, it was strong without being stiff or tight. She began to run her hands through her hair, and then traced them over her slender torso, even sliding over her B-cup breasts. She didn’t even realize it, but she unwrapped her skirt and let it drop. As the music continued, she threw her hands out palms-up and began to rapidly shake her breasts back and forth. She was good at this! She danced for a long time and didn’t feel tired at all. If she wanted to, she could go to a dance and own the floor.
She began to imagine everyone watching her gyrate around the dance floor. Jealous girls wished they could be so uninhibited, and the boys who had long ignored her began to stare. “Checking out my ass, aren’t you?” she said to an imaginary boy. “Staring at my tits, naughty boy?” she asked another. “Watch this,” she said to a third imaginary male figure. She dropped her hips and then thrust them several times as she came back up. She imagined looking at the face of the boy she had just teased with the image of her gyrating pussy. The face she imagined was Zeke’s.
Becca just didn’t give a damn about that right now. The music owned her the way she owned the imaginary spectators. She snatched the toy off of the bed and began to press it against her as she danced. She ran it over her breasts, and then peeled off the undershirt and cast her bra aside as well. She let the dildo vibrate against her naked tits and felt that it affected her below as well. She wanted to dance like this forever, but she didn’t want to dance alone. She pictured herself grabbing the third boy by the front of his shirt and pulling him toward her. She danced, rubbing her tits against his shoulder and back. She danced, sliding her ass against the side of his leg. She danced, grinding her cunt against the front of his trousers. In the reality of her room, it was a red dildo that now knocked at her front door, and it felt good!
Becca slid her panties aside and slowly pushed the very tip of the dildo between her pussy lips. That felt even better. She still swayed to the music for a while as she worked it slowly back and forth, only going on about an inch or so, but loving the sensation of opening herself to it. Soon, it was awkward to do this standing, and she lay back on the bed and finally surrendered the last of her clothing. Her wet panties sailed across the room with a careless toss. The music guided her as she began to take more and more of the toy inside of her. She hit a barrier that she knew was her hymen, and she stopped there. She didn’t want any pain to spoil her moment of pleasure.
Becca writhed on the bed, screaming out at the top of her lungs. Who the hell was going to hear her? It became part of the game to make more noise than she probably ever would have during real sex. And she cursed. She used words she had heard but never uttered. “Fuck me!” “Stick that cock in me!” “Fuck my wet cunt!” “Don’t you love my pussy, boy? You know you love my pussy.” This was a wild sensation, and it was all harmless fantasy. No one would question her reputation over this. No one would ever know. She began to feel a build-up of pleasure in her pussy. She had never cum before, but she knew she was about to. She kept moaning and screaming out obscenities. If she was going to be alone in the world, then no one could judge her. “Fuck me! Make me cum! I’m gonna cum on your cock! Fuck me!” Then as she began to twist and thrash with the throes of her first orgasm, she called out one last time. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Zeke!”
After the waves of pleasure subsided, Becca began to realize what she had just done. In the moment of her utmost passion, she had called the name of the boy she hated most. She had called the name of the boy who had given her the dildo that she had used to masturbate to her first orgasm. She had given herself to her tormentor. Becca curled up into a ball and began to weep in shame. An hour later, and then several more times over the rest of the weekend, she repeated the exact same cycle of lust and shame, but each time Zeke entered the fantasy at an earlier point, and each time her humiliation was greater.
The next Monday, Zeke met her at the door. He acted as if the days of his ignoring her had never happened. “Becca, you look fantastic. So, did you use the gift?” She froze and didn’t answer. She had tried to prepare herself for this, but it had done no good. “Would you like me to ask the question in a louder voice?” She shook her head. “Then answer me,” he said softly but firmly. “Did you use the gift?”
She wanted to deny it, but had already admitted to herself that she would be unable to do so when he asked her. She looked down at the floor. “Yes, Zeke.”
“Did you like it?”
“Would you like me to come over tonight?”
She looked up in horror. His eyes were focused on her, and there was no way to escape. Tears ran down her cheeks. “Yes, Zeke,” she whispered. He didn’t say a word, but just walked away.
Becca prepared for him to arrive after school, and then again after supper. He didn’t show up until nine o’clock. She was still in her school clothes when he walked into her house without knocking. She stayed where she had been sitting on the couch and did not look up. “Do you think I came over to talk?”
“No, Zeke,” she whispered.
“Do you think I came over to make out on the couch?”
“Why did I come over?”
“To fuck me.”
He reached down and grabbed her by the front of her sweater and pulled her to her feet. It wasn’t rough, but it was forceful and commanding. She looked up into his face, and he kissed her. It was a filthy kiss. Their tongues were mashing against each other in a manner that made Becca feel naked already. Zeke broke the kiss. He took Becca’s arms away from his neck where they had instinctively gone during the kiss. He walked her over to the wall by the steps. He placed her hands on the wall and grabbed her by the near hip and moved her back so that she was leaning far forward. Becca was already at the edge of tears.
Zeke walked behind her and simply stood there for a while. Becca did not move. She couldn’t stand the waiting. “Tell me what do!” she said in a voice half-choked with fear.
“Tell me what to do…?”
“Tell me what to do… sir,” she whispered.
“Are you a virgin, Becca?”
“AWESOME!” he said with a laugh. “Do you know how special I feel to be your first?”
“Please don’t torment me; just do it.”
“Just do what?”
“Just fuck me.” The tears were beginning to trickle down her face now.
“Oh, that,” he chuckled again. “Let me see if I want to.” He flipped her skirt up from behind. He began to massage her ass. “Jesus Christ, Becca. This is one fine ass you been hiding under those skirts. And the pink panties are just darling, by the way. I haven’t seen any like that in a long time. Of course, I haven’t fucked a sixth grader since I was twelve myself. But don’t get any big-girl style panties. These kind of remind me of when I was young.” Becca turned crimson, and Zeke laughed again.
Zeke trailed his finger along the back of her panties and then slid it inside of them as he got past the curve of her bottom. He slipped it into her panties. “Ho-o-o, ohhh-ohhh!” she gasped.
“You like this?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.” Becca no longer hated him the way she had before. She hated herself far more now.
“Well, I guess you do like it. This little cunt is all wet, isn’t it?”
“It’s all wet because you want to get fucked like a little slut, right?”
“Please don’t,” she pleaded, not wanting to be called names.
Zeke immediately pulled the finger out of her. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to,” he said. “But I only do things my way. I felt like calling you a slut. If you didn’t want to get treated like that, you never should have asked me over. You’re being rude. Don’t ask me over again until you’re ready to be nice to me.” Zeke walked away from her and out of the house. Becca almost ran after him to apologize, but stopped herself short. She slumped to the floor and wept. Not because he had called her a name, not because he had left her all alone again, but because she already knew she was going to ask him over tomorrow night.
Zeke accepted the invitation and showed up at the same time as he had the night before. He stood in front of the couch and pointed to the wall. Becca resumed the position she had been in when he left the night before. “Tell me what to do, sir,” she whispered.
“Take those panties off, little slut.” Becca did as he asked. “Do you want me to put my fingers inside your virgin pussy?”
“Yes, sir.” He hiked her ass up a little further so that he had a straight shot into her. He began to work her tight channel with two fingers. It hurt a little and Becca whimpered at first. He paused. “I’m okay, sir. Keep going, please.”
Zeke began to push his fingers into her again. Soon, he was pushing into her in quick, short strokes. “Still have a cherry?”
“Yes, sir,” she gasped between whimpers.
“I don’t want to pop that with my fingers. Do you want that?”
“No, sir? Not if you don’t want it.”
“How should I pop your little cherry?”
“With your cock, sir.”
“Do you want my cock in your tight little cunny?” he asked, showing a little excitement for the first time.
“You’re good and wet, now. Stay still for a second.” Becca could hear him opening his jeans and letting them slide down. Then his hands were on his ass. He was about to enter her. She was still fully clothed except for her panties. He still kept his jeans around one of his ankles.
“Please, sir, can we go up to my bed and do this like normal people?”
“I’m a criminal and you’re a repressed princess. What the hell makes you think we were ever going to fuck like normal people?”
Becca fought to keep from weeping. She nodded to indicate he should go ahead. His cock was bigger around the dildo or his two fingers had been, and when it entered her, she moaned loudly. She began to tremble. Becca was afraid that it was going to really hurt when he broke her hymen. Zeke pushed against it lightly, and then did so again. It was almost like he was measuring the distance. Then he grabbed both her hips firmly and pushed through her cherry with one deep stroke. Becca screamed, but it was short, and more from surprise than pain. “God, I love that. Every single time,” he whispered. Becca was frozen, and Zeke didn’t move at first. “Let me know when it’s good to go,” he said. “Don’t worry about that little bit of blood on your leg. That’s normal.”
Becca managed to look back between her legs, and while her focus wasn’t very good, her teary eyes could pick up the tiny trace of red on the inside of her thigh. She felt a little queasy for a second, but then realized that the whole thing hadn’t been nearly as traumatic as she had feared. And girls were used to little bits of blood on their upper legs once in a while. “I’m okay,” she said to herself with relief. “I’m okay!” Zeke didn’t realize that she was speaking to herself. He took it as a signal to go ahead.
“I’m gonna fuck you nice and slow for a bit. You are going to try and find ways to make little movements to meet me or to find spots that you like. Fuck me back, or I’ll be disappointed in you.” He began to move in and out of her in long slow strokes. Becca raised and lowered her hips, doing a horizontal version of a move she used when she did her wild dance. “Not too far down, or you’ll slip off of me.” Becca found the right spot.
Then, she began to finally notice how the cock felt inside of her. She liked the fullness of it. She didn’t know if he was big or not, but he was plenty big for her. “Oooh shit,” she whispered. “I like fucking.”
“What a fucking slut,” he said. “I’d better fuck you more like a slut likes to be fucked.” He stood her up and pressed her against the wall. He began to hump into her hard from behind. Becca was helpless to move anymore, now. It was all him. She felt so little with him behind her, his chest pressed up against her shoulders. She had always been in control of the toy, but she had no control over him. She was the one being controlled. She’d been controlled by him in one way or another since the first day of school, but now his control was complete.
He grunted as he repeatedly threw himself into her trapped body. She felt full and then empty as he moved in and out. Every time she felt her pussy empty of his mass, she wanted it back inside of her. “Fuck me!” she screamed. “Fuck me, Zeke!” She felt like a whore. She felt like a filthy little whore. It brought the same feeling of release she had found in her dancing, but it was amplified a hundred times.
“I AM fucking you, bitch!” he cried. He pulled her away from the wall and turned her so that she put her hands on the end of the couch. He continued to hump her, but now snuck one arm around her waist to help support her weight. He brought a finger from the other hand around behind her and pressed it against her asshole. He paused for a moment.
Becca knew what she was being, and she didn’t care anymore. She didn’t even care if he stuck a finger up her ass. She felt a bit of wetness as he dropped a stream of spit onto her ass and worked it down to her tiny bud. He pressed his finger into her and used the spit as a primitive lube. Within a few seconds, he was sticking a finger into her asshole. It stung a little, but he didn’t go very deep, and she was so wrapped up in what he was doing to her pussy that she soon just accepted that the finger was going to be there. She began to moan louder than ever. Her body was being wracked with sensations that her mind couldn’t quite process, but it was all fucking, and she now knew she liked fucking.
“Work your fucking clit, slut,” he groaned in a strained voice. Becca did as she was told. She rolled her finger between two fingers as she managed to support her share of the weight with one hand on the couch. “Finish yourself off,” he hissed. Becca realized that he was getting close to cumming. She raced to bring herself over before this was done. She could only see glimpses of what was going on behind her. Most of it was blocked by the skirt she was still wearing. His finger had slipped out of her now, and he was back to having both hands on her hips. Becca found the spot she needed. She began to cum in response to her hand and the cock that pounded her, and her knees buckled. He slipped out, but dropped behind her and then pounded her as she knelt on the floor. She felt him start to twitch, but he pulled out. She felt warm sticky globs hit the small of her back where her shirt had ridden up. She liked the feel of that, too.
“Nice job, little whore,” he said, catching his breath. He rolled her onto her back and kissed her on the mouth. She tried to throw her arms around his neck, but he caught them and brought them to her sides. He stood up, brought his jeans back to his waist and fastened them. “See ya around.” He left her there, slightly bloodied, cum on her back and her panties halfway across the room. She knew that Zeke was not just done for the night. He was done with her.
Becca did not cry as she took a shower and cleaned herself. She didn’t even cry as she lay in bed. Her powerful intellect and sense of control had begun to reassert themselves. Zeke had shown her something he had probably not intended. All his effort, all his theatrics and clever games had shown her that she was very desirable. She had the goods. She decided she didn’t really hate Zeke, but she didn’t like him much either.
He had never touched her in a way she didn’t really want him to. She could have even used the school officials to get him to leave her alone if that had been what she really wanted. His only violations had really been to her privacy. That wasn’t something for which she could really forgive him. He was nothing but a cute, clever little jerk who had fucked her rotten and then walked out on her. He was a boy who liked to fuck, but didn’t really like girls. There might be others like that along the way; she reasoned. A girl who was all on her own would need to be able to weather them.
On Monday, Becca wore a nice plaid skirt and a navy blue sweater. She passed Zeke in the hall and nodded to him. Neither spoke. By lunch break she knew he hadn’t gone out and bragged about it. No one looked at her differently.
As she headed into her afternoon geometry class, she saw Peter Stronowski sitting in the front row. Pete was a shy kid whom she found cute in a sweet, awkward way. “Hi, Pete,” she said and smiled warmly. She caught a look of surprise on his face as she continued past him to her seat. When he turned to her and gave a little wave, she blushed like a studious schoolgirl and smiled again.
Becca was going to find herself a sweet guy. Maybe it would even be Pete. She was going to be friendly and kind, but not behave like a whore. If he asked her out, she would say yes. If she liked him, she might even give him a goodnight kiss. If they still liked each other, she would go out with him some more. Someday, if they fell in love, she would take him to her bed and make love like normal people did. And then, one day, if they were still in love, she would lean over against the wall and whisper, “Tell me what to do sir.”
She was thinking this as she noticed the girl ahead of her was slipping her a yellow sheet of paper that had come from the notebook on Pete’s desk. She blushed, and saw he did, too. Maybe lonely little Becca wouldn’t be lonely for too much longer.
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