All characters of the story are 18+, any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.
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It was sunny Friday morning and despite of the chilly February wind Sam was in a pretty good mood. Friday was a good day. It meant that weekend was just around the corner and the weekend meant videogames, laziness, and, most important, another chance to get into Vicky's panties. The future was so bright that Sam found himself mumbling some happy melody under his voice while crossing the road to the school building.
"Victoria campaign" was the most important project of this year. In fact, the most important project Sam had ever had. She still did not let Sam to move past first base and he was pretty eager to fix this situation as soon as possible. Not that this spoiled brat was the best choice for the teenager's "first love". She was the only one Sam was able to convince to "start dating". And, well, she was pretty gorgeous. Nice lovable hips, beautiful bouncy breasts, long legs. She was a bit chubby and her face was a seven at best, but pricey make-up and clothes she bought on her rich parents' money made her stunning. Overall, she was everything a young guy could wish for. Such a shame they didn't sell some makeup to fix her character.
The school was ever so close and Sam's mind drifted to the details of his plan for the upcoming date. This time he would be more persistent and, with some luck, he'd finally push her to the "grand act". The idea was fascinating. He just needed to be a little bit more masculine and she would spread her nice legs, no doubts. She could play her women games all she liked but, in the end, he would lead all this to the part where he lost his virginity and she was moaning like a whore under him. She just turned 18 last month and it was their last year of school so Sam considered this relation as a pretty good jump start for his future amorous life.
Here were the doors. Sam swam back from his Machiavellian thoughts and entered the hall. It was crowded as always and he started casually making his way to his locker. Strafing his slim body between the school folk he tried to remember which was the first class for today... A tall girl suddenly made a step crossing his way at the last moment. He tried to avoid the hit but no avail. She was taller than him but she was looking into her phone and was totally unprepared for the accident. Sam bumped right into her tits, she tried to regain her balance, her arms jumped up, her smartphone flew to the ceiling and then crashed on the floor.
"Fuck!"
She pushed him from her cleavage and picked the phone up. There was no need to have a bachelor in electronics to be sure that the overpriced piece of electronics was totally dead. Sam stood like a deer in the headlights. After ogling the shattered screen for a few seconds, the girl turned to him.
"You! Are you blind or something? You just broke my fucking phone!"
Sam's mouth was mostly driven by his disappointment about his almost perfect day ruined.
"Your fault, cunt! You better look where you're going, not your stupid chats next time!"
"What did you say?!"
He suddenly realized that she was not only taller than him. She was fit as hell and he vaguely remembered her, one of the girls from the girl's football team. As she approached Sam, he suddenly thought about how her angry face looked lovely, as well as her generous chest and her strong legs, almost bare except the shorts...
"What you heard, bitch. Not my problem, get lost."
He quickly turned and went straight to the class hoping she would not pursue him. He was overwhelmed with emotions and also a little bit embarrassed by his sudden boner. This fact was pretty confusing but not the most important right now. So, when Sam got to his place in class next to his pal, he was already busy convincing himself that it was in fact all her fault. Yeah, he was going too fast but the dumb bitch should have watched her way, not her stupid phone.
Tony noticed his grim face and Sam spent the good part of the lesson quietly telling about his morning and discussing the possible consequences. At the end of the class they got pretty sure that there would be none in fact. The worse that could happen is that she would tell the principal, but then he would just blame her. Old fart would most likely do nothing, right? Tony had computer-like memory and by the description he was sure that the girl's name was Heather. Not like it mattered anyway.
***
Heather was furious.
Fucking retard broke her phone. It still worked, but the screen was covered with a web of cracks now. The smartphone was pricey, she got it for her 18th birthday and repairing it should cost a small fortune. Not that it was impossible to afford but her poor ceramic piggy-bank was now sentenced to death for sure. But that was not the biggest problem. Dumb motherfucker even refused to apologize! Last year convinced Heather that she was, in fact, pretty dominant both in the bedroom and outside of it. Eager exploration of her new adult life through porn sites and experimenting with some of her short-term boyfriends made Heather sure about her sexual desires. Boys should worship her sporty body, bend themselves for her will and generally be completely submissive like she wanted. The discrepancy between her ideal world and today's reality made the insult even bitterer to gulp. Heather's ego was hurt. Then she suddenly thought about the way to fix this part of the world to fit her vision. She spent some time between the classes on research and soon she knew everything she could about this Sam Atwood, had his 18th birthday three month ago, dating Vicky, mom was divorced, probably still a virgin, his phone number...
Now Heather was determined.
***
Sam's mood improved and he was back to his virginity-losing ideas while passively attending on one class after another. He had crossed a few texts with Vicky and set up a date at her place on Sunday, when her parents would be out of town. Life was perfect once again.
So, when he wandered near the school stadium after the last class of the day, it was totally unforeseen that he would meet the tall cunt once again. He was too busy chatting with Vicky to notice her and when he almost bumped into her for the second time today he froze looking upwards.
The bitch was smiling.
"Why, look who we got here."
She was in some pretty tight-fitting sport attire, sweat on her chest and armpits. He felt his awkward boner once again. He gave a quick glance around. Nowhere to run. They were in a secluded area behind one of the school wings and she was blocking the only way out.
"What do you want? I told you it was not my fault."
"It WAS your fault, and better apologize, now."
"I will not... Okay, okay. Easy, you!"
She shortened the distance in one quick leap and pushed him against the wall, her hand on Sam's neck. He tried to wiggle out but she was just way too strong. She easily blocked his attempts to break free with her other hand and he thought that it was the best time for some diplomacy.
"Sheesh, okay, I am sorry, I am sorry, you heard? Let me out, you, bit..."
"... Me, who?"
"...Heather. I have said I am sorry. You are smothering me!"
