Hey guys, this story was inspired by a story I read a while back. This will be a little bit slow to get to the sex, what you really came here for, but I spend some time building the context for any reader who may have read the original story this is based off. Let me know if you want a continuation or just this one part! If you're interested in reading the original story that inspired this, it's called "No Regrets", by Richard Eaton.
And just a disclaimer, this story is completely fiction.
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I'm horny.
So fucking horny.
This is my time; I'm going to be who I really am, and stop hiding it.
My name is Jess. I'm 5ft7, have wavy, brown hair that brushes my shoulder blades, and deep hazel eyes. I'm a senior in high school, having recently turned 18. On my birthday I decided that this year I'd stop pretending to be who I'm not, and to just embrace who, and what, I am.
I'm a nymphomaniac.
I want to be fucked, and I want it bad.
Now, that's not to say that I'm one of those girls who's never had a boyfriend or anything. The opposite actually; I've had a number of relationships over the years, but they would end when the guy would get fed up with me not doing anything with them. You see, I'm still a virgin. I didn't want to be labelled a slut for spreading my legs so young. As captain of the cheer squad, I had a reputation to uphold and an image to portray.
But denying myself so much has led me to become what I never wanted to be; a whore. Every day in school, I undress every guy, both student and teacher, I see with my eyes and wonder what his dick must look like hard.
But that was the old me. I don't care now. Soon enough, I'll be out of this school, and this town, and labels won't matter. Now, I'm going to spread my legs for whoever wants a ride, whenever they want a ride. However, now the question remains; who'll have the honour of taking my virginity?
As I walk through the doors of the school, I survey the field. There are hundreds of hormone raging guys who'd happily take the chance to tap this. Jocks, nerds, emo's, outcasts; none of those labels matter as long as I end up with a hard cock buried inside me, filling me to the brim with cum.
Fist class of the day is English. Mr Rogers lectured us about regrets and not waking up one day and wonder "what if?" His eyes find mine numerous times throughout the class, and I begin to wonder if he has any idea how serendipitous it was with what was running through my head recently.
After class I head to my locker to swap out some of my books. As I'm fixing my hair in the vanity mirror, I hear a cough behind me. I turn around and see Connor, this guy from my English class. Connor stands at about 5ft9, slim, with brown hair and blue eyes. He's always been fairly quiet, so we've never had the same social groups.
"Eh, hi Jess", he starts.
"Hey, Connor. What's up?"