This is a work of fiction- any similarities of names is purely coincidence. And yes, everyone in this story is above 18 years old.
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Nora Giovanni was the one of the most feared girls in school. Of course, the reason she was feared was mostly due to rumors, but every now and then, she liked to prove them true.
She was 5'6", had striking light blue eyes accompanied by a slightly crooked nose and small yet thick pink mouth. Her hair was jet black. She had piercings on her eyebrow, nose, cheeks and tongue. Tattoos were littered across her body, her gaze always a glare to anybody who dared to speak to her... and she was a player. Everybody knew she was also the biggest heartbreaker to exist in the history of our high school. Yet, no matter what kind of girl, woman, non-binary person with a vagina, whether they were a student or teacher, they all eventually gave in to her advances.
But why wouldn't they? From an objective point of view, not only did she have a good and firm pair of tits, but she also had toned legs for days, a taut stomach with another piercing, and a nice bubbly ass. Both guys, girls, and non-binary always stared at her when she worked out in the gym. She didn't give the people with dicks the time of day - her words - she only liked the ones with pussies.
To each their own, of course, I never minded the fact people liked her. I just hated the fact that almost every week, some poor person would end up crying their eyes out because of the fact Nora didn't want to hook up anymore or didn't want to be their girlfriend. It was so distracting from my studies to hear them hash it out in the hallway or in the middle of study hall.
That, and if they bugged Nora enough, it would get physical. She wasn't above giving someone an ass-kicking, no matter the gender. Especially when they harassed her.
I still never understood why, if they knew what could happen beforehand, why would they ever get involved with her if they knew she only wanted sex from them? My own friends and fellow cheerleaders have been victims to this... it annoyed me to no end to hear them reminisce about their days with Nora. About how Nora was so good to them in the sack - they never dove into details because I specifically asked them not to, being both straight and religious, I didn't want to hear it.
Like I said, I never understood why. Until, well, it happened to me.
My name is Genevieve, but my friends called me Gen for short. I had what my friends liked to remind me was called dick-sucking-lips, beautifully pink and plump accompanied on my face by my button nose and doe eyes. I stand at 5 feet and 3 inches, my bleached and blonde hair flowed down to the center of my back which curved out to my very plump ass. I had small A-cup tits, but that didn't keep the boys or male teachers from staring at my pear shaped body nonetheless. Especially when I wore my cheerleading outfit that showed off my thick thighs and toned legs... nonetheless, I was saving myself for marriage and couldn't be involved with any common pagan like that, so I rejected all their advancements. That all went down the drain when I saw Nora in a very... compromising position.
It was a Thursday. I had just gotten done with showering up after cheerleading practice and the school was borderline empty. I had been walking towards the exit on the main floor when I realized...
fuck
.
I forgot my homework in my locker.
I walked back upstairs where my locker was, on the second floor, but the minute I made it onto the second floor... I could hear a distant sound that reminded me of crying. It sounded like it was coming from the fourth floor. Call it what you will, curiosity or kindness, even stupidity... but I wanted to know who or what the sound was coming from regardless of why.
I silently made my way up the stairs, not even breaking a sweat due to how much I worked out. And it was there, on the roundabout stairway to the fourth floor that I saw a thick girl against the stair rail, bent over with her face shoved into the wall by the famous Nora Giovanni.
My mouth hung open. Nora was pale in contrast to the ebony in front of her. Her arm's muscles were clenched as one hand of hers gripped onto the girl's hips while she repeatedly thrusted forward against her ass, while another pulled hard at the other girl's curls. Her toned stomach clenched and strained while her perky tits bounced from the way she was absolutely, for lack of a better word,
fucking
that poor girl with something that was strapped onto her hips and thighs.
The ebony squeaked and moaned aloud, her face unknown to me as she faced a different direction, "Oh, fuuuckk, Nora. God, you always pound me so good- ah!"
A slap rang through the stairwell as Nora slapped the girls ass roughly. "Shut the fuck up."
"Yes, I'm sorry mommy- OH!"
Another slap on her ass. "You can't hear, bitch?"
The girl whimpered. I moved slightly closer, as if hypnotized, wanting to get a closer look. I couldn't tear my eyes away.
I had never looked at porn, I had never even kissed a boy... I knew how babies were made but this was an entirely different field. I couldn't help but find this fascinating. I clenched my thighs together as an unfamiliar feeling grew in my lower stomach. My heart was beating so hard, I could hear it in my ears.
I could see what looked like.. .a purple thing, going in and out of the other girl. What was that, I wondered.
I could see Nora's face, focused as her eyebrows were furrowed, her teeth biting down on her bottom as her eyes trailed up and down the girls body. Why would they do it somewhere so exposing? Didn't they know they could get caught??
Their grunts were loud, and the slapping of their skin was just as much. The whole scene was so dirty, filthy... I was stuck in place as my eyes trailed up and down Nora's whole being. She was the most enthralling part of this whole spectacle. I wondered if the girl's moans were exaggerated... was she really that good?
I took a step closer, but my foot slipped. I bit down on my tongue with a muffled squeal of pain.
When I looked up, I met her blue eyes. They were hooded, lustful, and smug. Her lips were tilted upwards in a smug grin. It was then I realized she had dimples, making her all the more alluring...
I gulped, suddenly regaining my composure and sanity before finally looking away and going back downstairs in a hurry. I got what I left in my locker and left before she could possibly catch up to me.
When I went home that night, I barely even spoke to my family as I made my way to my room. I laid in bed, contemplating and going over what I saw.
My sex ached as I thought about it over and over again. I had never felt this way before, never felt the intensity of an urge such as this to touch myself at the thought of someone else, let alone a woman.
I went over the bible verses about the sin of fornication in my head. About how this was God's temple...
Then her damned grin flashed in my head again. My hand snaked its way into my pajama shorts, hesitantly going under my panties... I always kept it shaven, feeling more clean when I did so.
I imagined Nora, her hands moving my hair from my shoulder to expose my neck. I imagined her lips softly kissing my jawline...
I gasped as I made contact with my vulva. It was already so slick from my sexual fantasies... I felt around, wondering what would feel good... I found a hotspot near the top, what my friends always stated was the one thing guys never found. The clitoris...
Nora's hands traveled to my waist, holding me tightly to her as she kissed my neck roughly, even going as far as to nibbling on the skin.
I whimpered, my fingers going down again towards my vagina. I inserted a finger, hissing at the way it stretched my never-penetrated hole. But the pain quickly faded since I was already soaked. I put in another finger, needing more...
Now she was pushing me onto a desk in a classroom, roughly unbuttoning my shirt in a hurry before swooping down to engulf one of my tits in her mouth.
I let out a moan, using the palm of my hand to rub against my clitoris as I roughly inserted and removed my fingers continuously. My other hand had wandered to my left nipple, pinching and twisting gently.
Nora suddenly turned me around, bending me over the desk, flipping up my skirt, and ripping off my panties. I sharply inhaled as she spanked me hard. "Who's ass is this?"
"Yours." I murmured as I chased my orgasm. My hips humped towards nothing as I writhed on my sheets.
"Come for me, slut."
"Oooh." I let out a pathetic whimper as I came hard on my hand. I could see how this was addicting... I pulled my hand out of my panties, panting as I licked my lips... the clear fluids on my fingers were... interesting.
I put my hand to my mouth. I smelled it and it was intoxicating. I hesitantly put my tongue on the juices, licking twice to make sure I could get a good taste...
I licked again, finding the taste rather sweet though tangy. I liked it. I ended up licking it all up.
I wondered if Nora would like the taste of it...
When I woke up, I got up with a groan before looking at the clock and realizing I was running late. I went over to the dresser in a hurry, looking through my clothes for what to wear. I discarded the panties from last night and decided to go commando and slip on some jean shorts and a tight and cropped undershirt without a bra. I put a cut sweater on top, where the front cut off just above my breasts. I slipped on some Air Forces. I didn't think twice about it, going down the stairs with only my phone and airpods in hand. I grabbed my bag off the table by the door, running out of the house and jumping into my car in the driveway.
I made it to school in record time. So far, I was relieved to not have seen Nora anywhere.
Yet.
I was standing at my locker, getting books in and out when I closed my locker and jumped when I realized she was standing there. Her eyes raked my body up and down... I suddenly realized how compromising and revealing my outfit was.
"Wear that for me, princess?" Nora had on a ripped sleeveless jacket, wearing a sports bralette and joggers that hung loose on her hips. My eyes drifted to her strong biceps and abdomen...
I regained my composure. I scoffed, looking away as my cheeks heated. "Of course not."
"You dream of me yet?" She stepped closer. She reeked of cigarette and mint... a weird combination yet still an intoxicating smell. "Fantasize of me?"
My eyes flashed towards her. How did she know? I tried to cover up my reaction when she smirked at my wide eyes. "N-No! Just because I saw you in a very public place, where anybody could've seen you, doesn't mean anything."
"I beg to differ." Nora huskily whispered, reaching out to trail a finger up my thigh. I shivered, holding my breath. "If you want, I could show you what it feels like to be the other bitch..."
I shook my head, taking a step away. "I have class."
