Part 1: Voyeur
Shyness was always Jane's weakness, and this made moving to a new school district even worse for Jane than the average kid. Growing up in her small, rural hometown, Jane was picked on by the other students for her family being practically the only non-christian one in the county, and because of that she had very few friends and never dated. Now she was living in the neighboring county, a bustling college town with a mix of people that would've scared the rednecks in her hometown. The other side of Jane's shyness stemmed from her appearance. Not that she was unattractive; She was thin, with lightly curly red-blonde hair and light freckles that accentuated her innocent schoolgirl look. Rather, it was her small bust and butt that belied her 18 years of age. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help feeling jealous of women who's curves formed an hourglass shape, as opposed to what she called her "bread" look: flat and white.
Fortunately Jane and her parents moved during the summer, due to Jane's father getting a much better paying job at a health clinic on campus, than at the doctor's office in her hometown. Still, Jane didn't venture out much during the summer, and when she did it was mostly to the supermarket, which boasted a selection of ethnic foods that Jane hadn't dreamed possible. But the hot, humid months had passed, and now Jane was, for the first time, walking towards the front doors of her new school, eyes looking downwards in shyness. While she knew that her spiritual beliefs wouldn't cause any problems in this school, now she was worried that she would be ostracized as a clueless country girl. Passing through the main doors into the locker hall, she was dressed in a sky blue blazer over a white button-down shirt, complimented by a navy blue pleated skirt that came down to just above the knees. It was a public school, but she liked the feeling the uniform-like outfit gave her, a smart, sophisticated looked, with just a twinge of subtle sexuality. After a short hunt she found her locker, #1655 with a combination of 3-11-58. She dumped all her books into her locker, save Pre-calculus, her first class. Jane had always been good at math and science, which didn't help her outcast status. Here though, she found that the entire class, not just herself, was genuinely interested in the course. Jane, however, was a tad distracted by her classmates. Girls and boys of all different colors and body types, most of them attractive. A decided change from the inbred lumps of testosterone at her old school, these boys had a look that was at once exotic and inviting, and Jane couldn't help fantasizing about some of them, what they would feel like, what their hands would feel like on her flesh, how they would look naked.
In the middle of her sexual escapism, the bell rang and Jane jerked back to reality, and headed back to her locker to pick up the book for her next class, Life Skills. This was on of those classes that students had to take, but not in a specific grade level, so it was a mix of freshmen, sophomores, juniors and seniors. The class mostly consisted of the teacher telling the students how bad drugs and unprotected sex were, so the majority of the kids were disinterested in the curriculum. Jane on the other hand, looked forward to the frank sex education, something sorely lacking in her old, puritanical school. Shortly after attendance, the teacher made everyone get into groups of two to come up with reasons why it's important to "respect your body". The teacher assigned the pairs.
"Amanda, you'll be working with Jane" he instructed
Jane's ears perked up at the sound of her name, and started scanning the classroom to see who this Amanda was. Up stood a raven haired girl, with ice blue piercing eyes, and a gently brown skin tone. She wore a tight sleeveless black sweater that came short of her long, baggy bondage shorts, exposing her navel and enhancing the look of her curvy, large breasts (Jane would later find out they were 38C's). Amanda strode over to Jane's desk with a confidence that made Jane both envious and impressed, the kind of confidence Jane wished she had.
"Jane, is it? You're new here, right?" said Amanda as she sat down next to Jane.
"Y-yes, how'd you know?" said a surprised Jane, not used to this level of straight-forwardness
Amanda tapped the side of her temple "Woman's intuition. *sigh* Better get this crap over with"
They dived into the work, getting down with it quicker than most of the class. Jane could tell Amanda was bored with the assignment, but not because she was slacking; rather, that it was intellectually beneath her. She was the kind of woman who wanted something that challenged her, that made her work for her rewards. The kind of woman Jane wished she was.
As they were finishing up, Amanda asked Jane if she'd like to join her for lunch.
"Seeing as how you're new here and all, wouldn't want you sitting by yourself. I'll be at the far end of the lunchroom, sitting with my boyfriend."
"Sure, I'd love to" replied Jane, with a new confidence in her voice that surprised her.
"Rockin' like Dokken" said Amanda with a grin. As she left the classroom she winked at Jane, causing her to blush with a return of her usual shyness.
A couple hours later, Jane was in the lunchroom carrying her food in a sack from home. "I have no tits as it is" went Jane's internal dialogue, "Can't be getting fat on cafeteria food as well." Working her way through the crowd, she saw Amanda, and when she saw who she was sitting next, her heart skipped a beat. Tall with spiky black hair, and a physique that was thin yet toned, exactly the time Jane loved to fantasize about. His shirt and pants were a cross between raver kind and old school punk style, which added a flair of the different that turned Jane on even more.
Amanda called Jane over, and soon they were eating and conversing. Amanda introduced her boyfriend, Greg, and told Jane that they were both seniors and 18, and had been dating for nearly two years. Jane reluctantly told them where she moved from, and was relieved that they didn't poke fun at her for it. Turned out Greg was adopted by a gay couple when he was just a few months old, and both of his daddies worked at the University. Amanda's father left her and her mother when she was only 2 (Her dad was Arabic, so that explained where she got her brown skin from), so her mother worked a hectic schedule as a PR manager for a small music label.
"Turns out she's not even coming home this weekend. Guess I'll have to cook for myself." grumbled Amanda.
