Hey, you know that ridiculously hot chick who knows she’s hot? You know that chick that all these dudes fawn over? You know that chick that might be a poster for making guys in traffic pull over? That’s Courtney.
That chick who might either be popular and/or a slut? The chick that not-so-casually shows that thong as she struts? Yup, Courtney.
She supposedly doesn’t hang with losers. Yet she doesn’t respond to catcallers. You know her? I do. All too well. Courtney had a certain confidence to her that was undeniable. She made girls mad. She made other boys want to smack that ass. And she liked it.
Her gloriously infamous booby trap drove boys’ brains to the fritz. And she liked it. As for me, well… I had conflicting thoughts about this. One was:
“Damn, she is fine! I would fuck the life out of her!”
The second one was this:
“Look at this ho. Thinking she’s all that. I won’t be surprised if she already put out.“
It was more of the latter than the former. Courtney had a third-period chemistry class with me. She was a taller, curvaceous underclassman.
As for me, I was questioning myself. Am I the only one that sees it? Do I have the ability to see the future? That day I might have had a premonition, so to speak.
In chemistry class, I sat by Courtney’s table. The person I sat next to was Wayne, a talented and funny senior. As I was doing my work, I hear the two talking. Courtney that day was wearing a low top, showing her big breasts generously and sweatpants. Then I heard this:
“I might put my tat right here, you know?” Courtney said, showing her bare pelvic area. She showed her pink Rocawear thong in passing. My penis twitched.
“What you getting?” Wayne said.
“I don’t know, maybe Tweety Bird,” She said back.
I said nothing, thinking of that tattoo, shrugging. I quickly got back to my work.
The bell eventually rung to go to our next class. Myself along with Courtney were some of the last ones to leave the classroom. I noticed that she might be peeking. I looked at her big ebony breasts and her curvaceous ass. She looked back.
“Shawn!”
“Yes?”
By the way, my name is Shawn Taylor. I was known as the quiet, observant one in my classes. Now, I have stories to tell.
“Wayne told me you were listening. And you were looking at my titties. Were you?”
“Oh, baby girl… What you don’t know…”
“I’m just going to keep it real. Yes,” I said.
“That means you saw me show Wayne…”
“Yeah.”
Courtney then took me by the auditorium, and felt my crotch.
What I didn’t think she knew was, you’re going to have haters. She knew it, and didn’t give a damn.
“Shawn, I’m different. They know I’m different. That’s why they hate me. Boys look at this. They just want this pussy. And they think I’m a ho. You… you’re different,” she said.
“Is this why approximately seventeen dudes are going for aforementioned pussy now in third period? Just asking,” I asked. She laughed.
“Eighteen. You,” She said looking at me, lowered her pants, shook her voluptuous ass, and said:
“Fuck me.”
The animal side of me came out almost instantly. I lowered her pink thong and looked at her beautiful pussy. I touched it. I felt it as she looked back at me as I tasted her juices. I entered her with aggression. She fought to moan loudly with all her being.
I fought all my emotions while fucking her: anger, lust, and confusion. I groped at her breasts. I cupped them as I went deep. She moaned inside my ears, fueling more powerful thrusts. Before I knew it, I wanted this. I needed this. Was it true?
“Turn around, let me see your face,” I demanded.
She turned around, took her breasts out her shirt, as I fondled her wet pussy and entered her again, more aggressively.
“Ah! Ah!” I shushed her. My finger drifted down her bottom lip sensually. I watched her moan as I penetrated her repeatedly. Her breasts bounced repeatedly.
I tapped then firmly grabbed her ass cheeks as I began to aggressively fuck her. Her breasts were bouncing on my chest. I felt her hard brown nipples.
“Oh. Yeah. Baby, you coming?”
“Yeah. Yeah.”
She dropped quickly to jerk me off until I came. She sucked me off, my seed notwithstanding from her beautiful lips.
oOo
Ten minutes later…
“So, I’m sure you are wondering why?” Courtney said.
“It’s… crossed my mind,” I said.
“You’re different. Like I said. I can tell. You don’t fit in with them. They hate me because I’m different. You know what? I don’t give a fuck what anyone says. So what if I have haters? So what if I talk to boys?” Courtney said.
“Courtney, if I may say something. I’ve had female friends like you. Yeah, you are unique, but it’s high school right now. I’m a junior right now. You’re a sophomore. Wayne’s a senior. Get ready. After I’m gone, all the other girls are going to catch up sooner rather than later. In the meantime, Courtney, do you, boo-boo. Keep showing off that body for them. I appreciate that. Remember if you keep serving it on a platter… somebody is going to steal it for themselves. I know you’ve gotten that before, but you got it?” I said.
“Mm-hmm.” She said, before sashaying away, wiping her mouth one last time.