This choice: Monica is confronted in the hall by the lesbian bully she's been a bitch to • Go Back...Chapter #5Monica is confronted in the hall by the lesbian... by: Unknown "Ste-stephaine?" Monica sputtered as she bumped straight into the chest of her nemesis and occasional tormentor, Stephanie.
Stephanie was tall and athletic, with a pretty ample chest and honey blond hair in a ponytail. Smacking on some chewing gum, the tomboy was dressed in her track practice outfit at the moment, basically athletic shorts and a tank top. The bigger girl blatantly eyed her way up and down Monica's body, lingering at the thin strip of top over her nipples on her modest breasts, and eventually lower, where Monica's free hand was lingering. Very decidedly, as a grin crept onto Stephanie's face, the bully yanked the book sack from Monica's shoulder and began to rifle through it, tossing notebooks and random things out of it as if looking for anything good.
"heh, just a bunch of crap. When did you become a slut by the way?" she asked in a lusty, husky voice, still rummaging. A smoker's voice, but a lil sexy.
"I... wha... I'm not. It's just this stupid thing my mom's making me do. I, please, I really need to get to class..." Monica pleaded, her voice quavering and pathetic as she now had two hands to cover the sheer front of her panties and some of her partially exposed breasts.
Stephanie looked up from the gutted booksack and her expression darkened from one of apathy to one of anger. She spat her gum in the bag, opened a door, and flung it down a less used side hall. The bag spun in midair and spilled most of whatever contents were remaining, much to Monica's dismay. Her heart felt like it had crumbled just a little bit more. Stooping awkwardly, she bent at the knee as best she could to start scooping up the random books, papers, pencils... when she felt a hard shove from the bottom of Stephanie's sneaker on her ass cheek.
"Ahh! I'm sorry!" Monica blurted, pitching forward and barely preventing a painful fall. On her hands and knees, ass jutting out with those silky sheer panties bunched up in them, she felt Stephanie's presence behind her, and a dreaded pair of hands on the back of her 'top.' Suddenly, violently, Monica was yanked to her feet by the back of her mini tube top, stretching it dangerously. The bully then proceeded to spin her about and shove her down the hall.
"Go get your book sack, I'll help you," she said calmly, pacing after her maliciously. Monica was getting up from getting shoved to the ground again when Stephanie 'helped her to her feet' by the back of her elasticy top again, straining it dangerously once more. When she was pushed, back against a wall in a little recess by the water fountain, she realized her top was now stretched to a near useless degree -- it had pretty much slipped off of her pert little breasts, her hardening nipples betraying her general state of arousal.
"You should know not to talk back so damn much," Stephanie said, pinning her to the wall with one hand on her throat... not quite hurting her but not exactly comfortable, either. Stephanie's other hand greedily felt up her smaller tits, eliciting a gasp from Monica. Firm hands and strong fingers tweaked and pulled at her taut nipples.
"Oh!" she moaned and shut her eyes. Stephanie smiled.
"You did become a slut..." she said, and Monica felt Stephanie's minty breath near her face shortly before her sweet lips met hers. It was strange, being kissed by a girl. Her tongue was aggressive like most guys but it was still softer, nicer somehow.
"What am I thinking!" the thought ran through her head. Somehow, she managed to shove Stephanie back a few feet and cover her breasts, trying to tie her top back into place. "What do you want from meee?" she nearly sobbed.
Almost a little hurt, Stephanie's eyes hardened once again and she folded her arms. "I'll tell you what I want..."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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