Alright, here I go.
There’s nothing to be scared about, nothing to lose. I’m just approaching the most popular girl in school and asking her to suck me off… again.
Oh, God, I’m so fucking stupid! Why do I think this is a good idea? I’ve been having a lot of bad ones lately. What’s wrong with me? Why do I keep doing this to myself?
My heart pounds so fast that it feels like it’s trying to break free of my ribcage. If I thought I was nervous before, I have another thing coming. This is so much worse than anything that happened this morning.
Even standing in front of Derek, believing I was about to die, wasn’t so bad. There was a certain amount of acceptance that came with it, knowing there was nothing I could do to avoid my fate. Of course, what I feared didn’t come to pass, for whatever reason, but how was I meant to know that in the moment?
This, however, is all of my own making. If I wanted to, I could turn around right now, and nothing would be lost. And yet, for whatever reason, no matter how nervous I am, I can’t bring myself to do that.
Still, a question remains: how does one even go about something like this? Talking to girls has never been easier for me, let alone approaching them.
It’s moments like this that remind me why I’m such a loser. At this rate, I’m destined to be a virgin forever.
Even with such self-pity bouncing round in my head, I take one wobbly step after another. Bit by bit, the distance between the popular girls and me closes.
Bridget stands by her locker, chatting with her friend group. Although, to be fair, calling them friends is a stretch. I couldn’t imagine a more catty group of bitches. They’re perpetually one wrong word from tearing each other’s hair out.
Only a few moments ago, the last bell rang. School is finally out for the day. All around us, our peers stream out, eager to get on with their lives. Only a few, like the girls and myself, linger for one reason or another.
She and two of her ‘friends’ don’t even glance in my direction. In fact, they pay most people little attention. To them, we ordinary folk are but worms beneath their feet.
One of them bursts into a fit of shrill giggling that causes me to flinch. Their conversation, from what small snippets I overhear, doesn’t sound all that deep. Then again, I’m not really one to judge. It’s not like Paul and I have all that deep conversation either.
Only a metre or so away now, it dawns on me. I have no idea what to say.
FUCK!
How stupid am I? That should’ve been the first thing I thought of before approaching them.
For far too long, I stand there like a moron. Of course, they notice me. How could they not? Specifically, one of her offsiders notices me first, Tiffany. Or at least, I think that’s her name. I’m not quite sure. I don’t tend to pay a lot of attention to them, and what little I do is naturally drawn to the Queen Bee herself.
“Hello, can we help you?” Tiffany says in that grating way which comes so easily to teenage girls.
Really, how do they do it? Her tone drips with so much attitude despite the relatively few words she uses. She couldn’t make it any clearer that she doesn’t want anything to do with me. Fortunately, she’s not the one I’m here for.
All three pairs of eyes turn my way. Their glares send shivers down my spine. Well, at least two of them do. While her friends hold no love for me in their eyes, not even amusement, the same isn’t true for Bridget. This chapter was copied from novelping.com without permission.
It’s not love, either, of course, but it’s not nothing. Interest, curiosity, maybe? Who knows, not me. I’m definitely no expert on girls.
Put on the spot, I freeze up. A trickle of sweat runs down my neck. Girls are so fucking scary, man. With them all staring at me so intently, I feel like a poor, helpless bunny plopped down in front of a pride of lions.
“So, I um… Bridget, I was… Um…” I stammer and sputter.
God, this could not be going any worse.
“Spit it out already. I don’t have all day.” The girl in question huffs. Despite the glint in her eye, she is as ever, herself.
“Could we, um… Talk somewhere… in private?”
“Eww.” Tiffany makes a gagging sound. “Why would she want to be alone with your creepy ass?”
That’s more like how I expect Bridget to speak to me, like I’m nothing, because to her I am. How she went from this to sucking me off in a supply closet is beyond me.
“Anything you want to say to me can be said in front of them.”
“It’s um, about what happened this morning…” I hint vaguely in an attempt not to humiliate her.
I’m sure she doesn’t want what happened being shared, but as it turns out, apparently I’m quite wrong about that.
“Do you mean when I sucked you off? What about it? Do you want me to do it again? Is that it?”
“What…”
Words escape me. I really didn’t expect it to be this easy. Who in their right mind would’ve? There’s no way. Just like that. It can’t be.
And what’s even more surprising is the other girls’ reactions, or rather their lack of one. That is to say, they don’t even bat an eye at her admitting something so scandalous.
Something weird is going on, but why?
Hmm…
Does this have something to do with that strange feeling I’ve been having all day long?
It comes and goes, but it does tend to coincide with my interactions with Bridget. Not entirely, albeit, but it’s always the most intense then.
If that’s the case, if something is happening to me, and causing all this strangeness… Well, I’m curious how far I can push my luck. A curiosity that spawns a delightful little idea. Visit novelping(.)com for the full chapter.
With much nervousness, I decided to voice that idea. Whether or not that’s a good idea is another question. Oh, well. You only live once. Here goes nothing.
“Actually, I was wondering if I could eat you out.”
A moment of silence passes. My heart sinks, fearing that I just ruined what little social status I have. These girls are merciless. They’re going to bully me into the ground; I just know it.
I’m going to have to transfer schools. My parents will be so disappointed. They work so much to afford the tuition to send me to this fancy school.
Why am I so stupid?
As I panic, the feeling of strangeness, the feeling I’ve become far too familiar with, intensifies. What’s more, a shiver runs down my spine. One that doesn’t quite feel natural, leaving me cold and a bit hollow on the inside. The latter part must just be my imagination, though, as in a blink of the eye it’s gone again.
“You want to lick my kitty-cat?” Bridget asks, her head cocked questioningly.
I almost laugh at the way she refers to her vagina. It’s so childish despite, well, everything else about her. It’s not surprising, though. I bet she’s the kind of girl who would still call her father “Daddy” even when she’s in her late forties. Her response is so amusing I forget all about the strangeness.
“Yeah, I’d love to lick your pussy. Is that a problem?” I ask, my tone carrying more confidence this time. So much so it surprises even me. It helps that her two friends simply watch, eyes flicking back and forth between us. Neither dares so much as to make a single comment. That alone is extremely odd.
Bridget takes a moment to think, her finger tapping on her chin as she does so. “No, I suppose it won’t be.”
Oh, wow. It’s really going to happen.
“We can head back to my house, and you can eat me out there.” She continues, her voice carrying a hint of enthusiasm that sounds so foreign coming from her. “I’ve got things to do. Homework to catch up on, egh… Stupid teachers. But you can do it while I work on that.”
Her place…
It dawns on me what that actually means, of certain rumours floating around in regards to her family.
Oh, fuck. This might not actually be such a good id-
Before I can finish my thought, she grabs me by the arm and drags me away, out the school doors.
Is it too late to change my mind or say I was joking? FUCK! Going to her house to do… THAT, is a seriously bad idea.
Derek might’ve turned out to be a massive cuck, but her family are the real deal. They’re on a completely different level to him.
Sure, the rumours could be false. Her father might not be a Scandinavian crime boss as they say. Nor do I think he actually kills people for fun with his bare hands. But still, he is ludicrously rich and powerful. Enough that she can get away with pretty much whatever she wants at school.
That’s not the kind of guy whose bad side I want to get on. And fooling around with his only daughter is a surefire way to do so. With how she acts, I just know he spoils her like a princess.
Fuck me… I’m really dead this time, aren’t I?