Writefag v1

(This is my first try at writefagging) ~ anon

When I was in high school, I knew this one girl whom I will call "M" from here on not only because her name began with the letter "M" but she also was a mistress of sorts to me.

I'll start from the beginning, as it's the conventional way to start a story.

I was a junior in high school when I met "M". We shared a 4th period Communications class.

She was a year younger than I and about a head's height shorter. She had light, brown skin and sported a pair of square glasses, black lipstick, and long dreadlocks. She was a little chubby, but she was curvy and it suited her short stature well. She wore a black skirt, a white button-down blouse and a thin, lacy sweater. She entered the classroom about fifteen minutes after the tardy bell rang. The teacher didn't care that she was late. Nobody gets in trouble the first week of school. She didn't seem to care about being late, either. She had fire in her eyes, but I could tell that she was holding it in.

I was already seated in the far corner of the classroom. I had no friends in that class, so I figured I'd try to find a spot where I wouldn't get bothered. She seemed to follow suit, taking the closest seat next to me.

She was chewing bubblegum, blowing the occasional bubble and letting it pop in her face only to tuck it back into her mouth her tongue. I found myself staring at her out of sheer boredom. Her eyes caught mine. We locked gazes for a minute or so before she broke the silence.

"What're you looking at?" she inquired.

"Umm.... nothing," I replied, embarrassed.

I tried to find something else to look at, but the popping of her gum kept me enthralled. She stared me down again.

"Do you want a piece or something?" she said, holding out a stick of bubble gum.

"Thanks..." I responded, taking the gum and putting it my mouth. The gum was already soft from being in a warm pocket for most of the day. I chewed and chewed, blowing my own bubbles here and there.

Now she was staring at me.

"What's your name" she asked.

"It's J. What's yours?" I replied.

"It's M."

We were eventually given a "getting to know you" assignment to occupy us until the lunch period (lunch cut into the middle of class). We were supposed to fill in a series of blanks listing off our favorite foods, music, and other useless information that we would never use outside of "breaking the ice" phase on the first day. The other students broke up into groups of friends, leaving M and I alone in our corner.

The Communications class used the same long tables found in the science and computer labs lined with a few chairs. The space was cramped and we had to share our working space and leg-room. As such, we were bound to talk to each other (God forbid they'd encourage us to talk to each other in Communications). M eventually started to ask me about what I had put down for the survey assigned earlier. We shared our answers and got to know each other. She came from a one-parent-household. Her mother wasn't very supportive of her "independent lifestyle", though I'd doubt any parent would want to support such a way of living.

She turned the focus of the conversation on me. I never really thought of myself to be that interesting. I liked staying up late, playing "vidya" games (as my father liked to say it), and reading manga scans on my phone. Yet, for whatever reason, she kept asking me questions about myself.

I came from a lower middle-class family. My dad went back to school and became a nurse while my mom was an elementary school librarian. I lived behind the school in the poorer neighborhood where most of the student population came from despite not looking like I did. I was an overachiever with an acute inferiority complex.

Now our conversation took a slightly different tangent.

"Do you drink?" "Do you smoke?" "Do you do any drugs?", she probed.

'Did she think I was some kind of wolf in sheep's skin?', I thought, answering her myriad of questions.

Then she hit me with "the question"...

"Are you a virgin?"

I paused. I always liked to pretend I was a "ladies man". In reality, I was a weeb-nerd who'd never really had a girl in his life. I looked up and saw her waiting for an answer.

I looked down at the floor and said "Yes."

Her face lit up. She leaned closer to me and whispered, "Really?". Her voice seemed to have more bass in it. It was sultrier, too.

I nodded my head, repeating my answer silently.

She leaned in even closer. She rested a hand on my thigh. My heart started to race. She could tell that, despite my obvious nervousness, I was enjoying her invasion of my personal space. She noticed an uncomfortable erection forming between my legs.

"Do you like this?", she said again in her lewd voice. "Does even the slightest touch get you hard?"

I felt like I could die. No one could help me; the teacher's desk was at the far end of the room, facing the opposite direction. Other students were busy chatting and waiting for the lunch bell to ring. I tried to think up a means to escape her clutches, but my mind was blank.

She slid her hand up and down my thigh. "Do you want me?", she teased.

I felt pre-cum on the inside of my boxers. Things were getting dire fast. I pulled away from her. At that moment, the bell rang for lunch. I scrambled to pick up my things and walked towards the cafeteria.

I sat down at the lunch table with a few friends. We discussed new games, TV shows we had been watching, and other usual things. I didn't have much of an appetite after my excitement. I managed to eat half of my sandwich and drank my soda, throwing away the rest of my lunch.

Lunch ended after thirty minutes or so, but it felt like an eternity.

'Do you want me?', I thought. 'Why was she so forward? Why me?'

I sat back down in my seat. Class resumed and M wasn't back yet so I lowered my guard. We didn't have anything else assigned after the survey, so I read a doujin on my phone to pass the time. I had been reading a series about a guy who worked in the kitchen of a maid cafe. Each edition would have him pursuing one of the girls, dating them, and eventually having sex with them. This particular volume was focused around a tsundere girl who is into femdom and petplay. I had gotten to a scene where the girl had the guy in a dog collar and leash when M had returned to class (without my knowing).

"So this is what you're into, huh?"

She must have peeked over my shoulder when she walked in.

I didn't say anything back. I was hoping that she might leave me alone.

"I like you a lot, J. Any other guy would have freaked out there earlier. I want you."

I was hesitant to say anything back. I knew what she was capable of.

"Don't you like me back?", she asked. She sounded rather serious. I looked up from my phone to see her looking at me with large eyes. 'Is she crazy?', I thought. She kept looking at me. On one hand, I was looking back at a sociopath. On the other, I could have some had some fun.


[to be continued]

[I will probably rewrite this once I get this more organized. I'd love some criticism.] ~ Anon