In High school, senior year(well, second senior year, but I don't think it's fair to flunk someone just because they got caught fucking the vice principal), everyday, at lunchtime, I'd take a few of my friends (who were all 18, I didn't need to be sent to jail for attempted rape of a mine), to my house and we'd sit around in the basement watching porno and eating junk food. I lived right across the street, and thanks to the slack security, we could just walk out. There were really only 6 of us that did this religiously. Me, cause it was my house and usually my porn, and I was the oldest. Then there was Sonya, the girl who was dreadfully cute, despite her total lack of T&A, long brown hair, lovely face, and a body like a two by four. And the guy that wanted to go out with Sonya, Dustin; I often was mistaken as his older brother cause he started dressing like me, talking like me, and worse of all, actually looking like me his freshmen year. Then Wynonna, who most of us called Skittles cause her hair kept changing colors (even though her skin stayed a bone white); she was the resident piercing/tattoo freak of us, along with the only one that made straight A's in chemistry so she could make her own hair dye. Can't forget our very own maniac pothead either (every group has one) Nathan, honestly the first kid I ever met that scared me; I once watched that Hispanic/German crossbreed plug a blown fuse in his headlight with a freshly spent rifle round.
And of course, Alyssia. Who liked to be called VB for reasons unknown to a lot of people. She was the cream of the crop. 5'5, probably 135 lbs, with glorious long black hair and nice 38C tits. This whole ordeal started because I wanted her, and it didn't happen for nearly a year. I saw her that morning, sitting in the parking lot finishing my homework and listening to the radio. I was nearing the end of the school year, so I probably would see her for a few months. But I saw her then, walking across the school lawn wearing a pair of absolutely huge legged pants that still managed to hug her ass, and a black tee-shirt that did nothing to hide her sizable breasts. I forgot about the Math I should've done last night and watched her walk into the building.
Nathan startled me out of my dream by falling onto my car door. I pushed him off by opening the door. "Dude, why don't you just try getting into her pants at lunch, I mean Hell you've had a year to give her the chance, it's not gonna happen." he told me, dressed completely in black polyester, with a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth and following me around my car so I could get my book bag.
I squinted at the light and slid my shades on. "Yeah, and what happens when she freaks, slaps, and runs back to the school crying? I mean, I am almost 2 yrs older than her." Yeah I know, a weak excuse, but what could I say? That I'm a dipshit too stupid to try to come on to this beauty when I can get girls six years older than me?
"You're a wuss Brim." I heard from behind me. It was Wynonna, today her hair was blood red fading to white as it when from front to back. She called me Brim, short for Brimstone, cause I almost always wore something with fire on it. Like today I'd chosen a black pair of cargo pants that had blue flames on all the borders, and nylon button up with blue flame dragons on it. I noticed she had a new steel ring through her nose like a bull would wear one. "You just want her to make the first move, and you know she never will."
"Yeah, whatever Skittles, you're just jealous." I told her. as she walked past me, wiggling her tight lil leather covered ass that I knew had a tattoo of a black heart pierced with a pitchfork on the right cheek under her too-tight matching-her-hair-red nylon pants.
She spun at me. "Please, with these." she said, groping her B cups with the pieced nipples, "and this" she said, grabbing her crotch, which was supposed to be where her rumored clit ring was. "I can get any guy I want... Or girl." she added and ran off to class giggling.
I had first period with Sonya and Dustin. Sonya acted like she was shy, but she was a freak and we knew it. "We're still, ya know... doin our thing today right, Jeremy?" she whispered to me, forcing herself to blush.
