Maggie Hill was your average 18-year-old girl when you first laid eyes on her, in fact, she was probably less than average with the way that she dressed. Baggy hoodies, cargo shorts that came down below her knees, skater shoes, and long tube socks along with her short light brown hair, made her look more like a prepubescent boy, rather than a sexy woman. Under those clothes though, was a body that was just a bit above average.
At five foot, three inches tall, a little bit over a hundred pounds, 32b breasts that were just about a handful, and a tight, round butt she kept well-hidden and a body created by the hard work she put towards her cross-country team. A sport that wasn't her idea at all, but something her mother pushed to help her college resume look better. Though to all of her fellow students, teachers, and even closest friends, she may have well been flat-chested and have an ass as flat as the chalkboard in the front of the class.
3 Days to Halloween
This whole story happened towards the end of the first half of her senior year a few days away from Halloween, everything till then seemed pretty average as well. She went to school, went to track practice after, hung out with her friends, and went home to her cliché white picket home. Her parents were conservative, right-wing Christians, who believed that things like sex were made for the married just to have kids, which is why Maggie dressed the way she did to hide her innocent body from those sex-crazed boys. Although her parents were perfectly ok with her hanging out with her four male friends that she grew up with since they were little, I mean most of them except Matt who moved here about our sophomore year but acted like another big brother to me.
"Mags! Maggie!" screams came down the hall calling out her name.
Probably a good time to properly introduce her friends, first, you had Zach, the guy yelling her name who always had to be the center of attention, 5'10", toned body, short spikey dirty blonde hair, kind of cute, dressed like your typical skater who you thought was broke, but in fact, his parents were loaded. Next, you had Anthony, the emo kid of the group, with your typical mop-top, 5'8", thin, always wearing black, like his soul. Matt was the preppy skater, and she still has no idea why he stayed friends with them, other than maybe they were the first people who were nice to him when he and his parents moved here from England. He was the same height as Zach, but kind of pasty, thinner and had this cliché English accent that made all the girls go wild at school. Finally, you had Carlos, the strong silent of the group, 5'9", short curly hair, nerdy glasses, kind of average in the body, not thin but not fat. He rarely talked, but you could tell he was always thinking about something, but you just never knew what exactly.
"Mags, we hanging out after school and you know," he made the motion of taking a hit from a joint, not very discretely.
"Nah, I think I'll go hang out with my other friends today, can't hog me all to yourself," she rattled back.
"What friends, we're the only friends you have."
She knew he was right; they were the only friends she ever had, has, and probably will ever have.
"Ok, ok, your place as usual?"
"Can't, the parents are having some get-together with friends and have been preparing since yesterday, so no go," Zack smirked some evil grin and she knew this wasn't going to be a good thing, "we could go to that other place."
"You know I hate that place; it gives me the creeps."
"High schoolers used to go there all the time, to smoke, hook up and God knows what else, it'll be fine, it's practically a rite of passage in this town."
"Fine, I'll be there right after practice, don't smoke the whole thing like you assholes did last time," she really didn't like that place.
It was creepy and for good reason, weird things started happening around that place, and it was hard to tell if it was true or not. It was a typical hang-out for seniors to drink and party, eventually, things got a bit harder and some started smoking, doing pot, and then started getting used to guys wanting to hook up. Nothing big until one day, rumor was, that a whole freaking orgy happened in there, a bunch of seniors from our school that you never thought would, suddenly all stripped down and started fucking another. There was no proof, no pictures, no videos, just one guy who bragged to his friends, and in a small town like this, rumors spread like wildfire. No one knew the names of the students that took part, just that something like that happened.
When Maggie got to the locker room to change, she ran into her "best friend" Erica. The cheerleaders were just coming in from their practice, it was the perk of being a cheerleader in this school, they were given last period most days to practice, rather than having to stay after school.
"Hey, Margaret," off to run with your dyke friends?
"Says a bitch who hangs around with a bunch of girls in slutty clothes?"
"Oh Ms. Platt, there's a boy in the girl's locker room!" Erica yelled out before walking out.
Maggie quickly changed, stripping naked in a hurry to get out, then putting on her sports bra, and running shorts which didn't need panties, and to be honest, she didn't like to run with them anyways. An old raggedy white shirt she didn't mind sweating in, ankle socks, and running shoes to complete the look, stuffing her things into a locker, and running out to meet her team. What Maggie didn't know was, as soon as she left to go to the track, Erica snuck back in and went into her locker.
"Ha, I almost thought the little dyke only wore boxers, looks like she has some panties and an actual bra, like a grandmother."
Erica and her friends grabbed her underwear, socks, and with a wicked grin her shirt as well, only leaving her hoodie and shorts behind along with her skater shoes, tossing them in the garbage outside before heading home.
"Awe man that was a hard practice, I think Ms. Platt was trying to kill us, I'm soaked from head to toe in sweat, this shower is going to feel fucking amazing," Natalie yelled out, stripping off like it was nothing and going into the shower, "you joining me magpie?"
"May as well, I can't hang out with the guys smelling like death."
It scared her a bit when Erica called her a dyke, as she looked over at Natalie washing herself without a care, not hiding a single thing, washing every inch of her body. Her parents were against sex as it is, thinking about another girl in any way was a thousand times worse.
