Hello everyone. Welcome to my bizarre fantasy world. I'm a regular to the alt.sex.stories scene for about 3 years now, and I've always been an admirer of the work on this newsgroup. For the past few weeks, I've been bandying about this fantasy in my head. I've decided to type it out and see what happens with it. Who knows? This might end up a series of something. We'll see if that happens though. It depends on my mind and your thoughts.
Now for the disclaimers. This work of fiction is for the non-commercial use of its readers. Permission to copy and distribute through electronic media for non-commercial purposes is granted. All commercial and non-electronic rights are reserved by me, the author. Please do not read this story if you are offended by adult material, reading this material is illegal in your legal jurisdiction or, if in the United States, under the age of 18. It ain't like this disclaimer is going to stop the determined, but I gotta try. So without further ado, on with the story.
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"Slam!"
Everyone in the hallway jumped slightly, turned and quickly looked at the tall girl near the sound of the slamming locker. Satisfied that there was no crisis at hand, the kids at the school mostly went about their business. Of course, there were the few admirers that glanced at the girl at the locker, but it was no major deal.
After all, Marilyn Walker was used to being looked at. After all, how many 6'3" girls wear 4 inch platform heels? How many 6'3" girls are there? Oh well.
She swung her backpack over her shoulder, and strode slowly along the bustling hallways of her high school, smiling and waving at friends. She had a natural charm to her, and used it well in what can be the cruel world of high school. Then again, there was plenty of natural everything to her. Simply put, she was definitely a looker. Marilyn's face had a nice soft look to it, complemented well by her light make-up and a smile that could light up a room. Her dark chocolate complexion was only highlighted by her long, ink-black hair that was lightly permed and that brushed against the middle of her back as she walked. Looking down past her wide masculine shoulders, one could see her endowments through her light blue uniform shirt. Her 40DD breasts, while not as big as the would appear on shorter females, definitely did impress, especially in contrast to her 26 inch waist. Her blue plaid, turned-up uniform skirt showed off her somewhat narrow hips, and her round enticing bottom. Her legs extended from the short shirt, smooth as a baby's bottom from the shave she did this morning and uncovered by any stockings. However, what would prove most interesting was what was between her legs. After all, isn't that the end-all of all lust?
"HEY SHOOR-TAY!"
"Here we go again," Marilyn thought. It was annoying as hell to her to have guys try to pick up on her like that. "The price I pay for living as a female," she thought as she turned to the screaming voice.
"AY YO SHOOR-TAY! You is looking really good, won't you back that THANG UP!, " said a somewhat short, goofy little wannabe thug from a bank of lockers. She thought to herself, "Don't they realize that you can't be much of a thug when you go to a private school and actually show up to classes?"
"YO! Why don't you hit me up with some of those digits? Maybe we could do a lil' sumthin-sumthin sometime?"
"Sure! Here's my number: 1(800) FUCK YOU!!" Marilyn retorted, eliciting a few oohs for the people who still remained in the hallways on the way to class. She knew what brought on the lame come-on. What she couldn't understand is why would anyone in their right mind would want to have sex with a guy? All that hair, and that bulk and that lack of subtlety in their body and that utilitarian shape? Bleah! Then she thought about the softness of women, the soft hair and the soft curves and their legs, their breasts, their butts...
Then Marilyn felt a slight throb and swelling in her panties. It reminded her that once, she was like that guy that tried to pick her up just now. But that seemed so long ago.
The ringing of the bell brought Marilyn back to her senses. She realized that she needed to get a move on to the locker room. After all, she had gym coming up. Even though she had permission to take her time getting out to class, it did always annoy her when she was late to any class. She scrambled into the locker room towards her locker when she met a sight that blew her mind.
Mandy Corrigan was a bottle-blonde bombshell that Marilyn had always been attracted to. Granted, she preferred her girls with a bit darker complexion, but there has always been something about Mandy that drove Marilyn wild. Mandy's long platinum blonde hair caresses the top of her big, round ass as she reached into her locker. Her too-tight uniform shirt showed off a pair of 36C tits that looked juicy on her frame. Her long legs, which seemed to make up the bulk of her 5'9" height, her pale skin and her ice-blue eyes made up an enticing package for Marilyn. She stared heavily with lust looking at her hot classmate, her nipples beginning to swell.
"Hi Marilyn! Could you..."
Mandy stopped in dead sentence when she saw the look on Marilyn's face. She knew pure lust when she saw it. Mandy had heard about Marilyn's sexual tendencies towards women and the he-said-she-said about Marilyn's attraction to her. But it didn't become real to her until she saw eye-to-eye with it.
"Hi Mandy," Marilyn cooed softly as she placed her backpack on the bench. "You know that I've always been attracted to you. But I've never been able to say it to you," she gently told Mandy as she moved right in front of Mandy. Mandy's mouth dropped open in shock, her eyes looking like a deer in the headlights.