Note: This is my first erotic fiction I have written so I'm new at this. Feel free to post advice and your opinions, thanks. :)
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I've never been one of the confident girls in my class, far from it, in fact. All through high school I had remained the quiet, introverted girl who sat alone in the library. By the time I'd reached eighteen, I had accepted my fate, I'd accepted that it wasn't going to change, and I was actually looking forward to leaving school and going to university. I was now in my final year of high school with only six months to go!
My lack of self-confidence had always led me to believe that I was ugly, although many people told me I was far from it. I was naturally blonde, but more of a golden blonde than a platinum blonde, I was tall for a girl, only a few inches below 6ft. I had blue eyes with long, lush black lashes, and this is one asset I can admit to. I had always been pale skinned, lacking the gorgeous bronzed bodies most of the girls in my year did. I had smaller breasts than the rest of the girls too, also being a late developer, as they call it; I was only a B cup. I wasn't the skinniest girl either, but I wouldn't call myself fat.
I had always idolised a girl in my class called Alesha Close, she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. She had perfect naturally bronzed skin, gorgeous mahogany coloured hair that cascaded down her back, but, to my disappointment, she usually wore it up in a loose bun. She had a slender toned body and B cup breasts, I'm guessing. She had long, lush black eyelashes that any girl would kill for, including me.
I was not a lesbian, but for this girl I was extremely curious. I often fantasised about her when I fingered myself in the privacy of my room. Sometimes I would treat myself to one of my toys from my secret stash I kept hidden from my mum and pretend it was her who was using it on me. Since her arrival at school I had, more often than not, fantasised about other girls and women.
One day, while I was checking up on my Facebook account, I saw a message pop up. It was from Alesha Close. My heart began to race and my palms began to sweat. Was this a mistake? Surely she was meant to inbox somebody else, not me? I hesitantly clicked on the chat box to see her message:
Alesha Close: Hey. ;)
My heart was beating wildly as I noticed she added a winky face. Surely this was meant for one of the many guys she left desperately begging at her feet? Although my mind was clouded with doubt, I shyly replied, not returning the winky face just in case:
Alex Price: Hey. :)
I waited a few moments, waiting for her to say she inboxed the wrong person. A minute passed and I was about to log off when I saw the box pop up again:
Alesha Close: How are you? ;)
I could hear my heart thumping loudly and felt my palms begin to grow sweaty with anticipation. I racked my brain for suitable responses to reply with and settled with the generic phrase:
Alex Price: Good, thanks. You? :)
Still not daring to use a winky face. My heart was now thumping wildly as I eagerly waited for her reply...