The nightmare began during a high school recess break. I didn't know at that time, that she was capable of doing... something that horrible. I couldn't have known.
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Many of the other students were queueing for food while others were running about playing. Those standing in lines chatted away and those playing shouted to each other. It was a regular recess, like any other break. Chaotic and noisy.
I stood in the line for Indian food, while my friends were elsewhere catching up on homework they should have done the night before. I didn't pay much attention to the people around me, I was busy daydreaming about a crush I had. Short blonde hair, sparkling green eyes. Beth Ambrose was her name. I think I could see her in the line for Chinese food.
Beth wasn't tall, but she still had killer legs that she was not afraid to show off. Her face was really pretty with a light dusting of freckles. To top it off, she had a nice bubble butt and sizeable breasts that begged to be fondled.
I imagined her in front of me in a pair of denim shorts that hugged her ass and a black single that showed off her firm tits. That was what she liked to wear when not at school. Beth turns her head and locks her venomous green eyes with my eyes, and puts on a slight smirk. She then pushes her butt towards me, and starts rubbing my crotch. She feels me getting hard, and soon, the only thing between us and hot, sweaty public sex, and between my rock hard cock and her warm wet pussy, was the fabric of my uniform pants and the denim of her shorts.
I slid my hands under her singlet, and moved slowly up her warm body, feeling her smooth soft skin. Beth leans her back further against me, and reaches for my ass with both hands. She grabbed my butt and began squeezing it, while our special parts excitedly rubbed against each other. I could see her nipples, hard and erect, poking through her singlet. She didn't have a bra on. My hands worked their way up to her tits, and finally, I felt them. They were warm and so ever delightfully soft. I fondled Beth's tits under her singlet as she lets out a sexy moan.
We continue dry-humping like animals. Each time my dick felt her pussy through our clothes felt like I would cum there and then, but we kept thrusting. Thrust... thrust... thrust...
My delightfully peaceful daydream was interrupted by a brush against my back. There was a girl behind me, and she had just turned her body to face the person behind her.
At first, I thought nothing of her. But, after a few moments, the contact between her body and mine never did disappear. I felt somewhat awkward. Then, she pushed herself a little harder against me. Her body was warm.
I could hear her talking to a friend, who was also female. They seemed to be discussing what kind of guys they liked when suddenly the pushy girl made an exclamation.
"He's so fucking tall! Oh my God."
The word "tall" has always been a sure-fire way to grab my attention. I'm much taller than the average person in my town and my height has become something of a defining feature of me. Almost every person I meet would make a comment about my height, and some say it's attractive.
By now, seeing how she's been pressing herself on me the whole time and making exclamations about me, I was certain that she was trying to gain my attention. I decided to ignore her, however, just to mess with her and see what she does next.
I felt her shift her position a little. She seemed disappointed that I didn't respond. She moved again, and I think she was pushing her breasts against my back now. Oh, it felt good. I was really digging the pair of soft warm flesh on me. The girl started whispering incomprehensibly and giggling excitedly with her friend, and then she repeated.
"He's soooo fucking tall!"
I was having fun watching her try to get me to notice her, and feeling her body against mine. Feeling flattered and satisfied with her efforts, I finally turned around.
She was of obvious Southeast Asian descent, maybe a Filipina. I instantly recognised her as one of the more popular girls in the year before mine. She wore sports attire and was fit and petite, proudly showing off her perky 18 year old tits which she had just used to rub against me. And her face can only be described as "cute and crazy!"
Her friend was a Latina, slightly shorter than her but also pretty cute and had a cheerleader's body. She wore the same sports uniform which wrapped tightly her body and teenage breasts.
Both girls began their high school girl giggling until the Asian put on a mischievous flirty look.
"Hi!" she said flirtatiously whilst giggling. "I'm Camilla.
The Latina introduced herself as Regina.
"You're Blaise, aren't you? Nice to meet you." said Camilla.
"Hello. How did you know my name?" I replied.
"Silly boy, you have your name tag on your uniform!" she responded playfully.
I blushed in embarrassment at my ignorance. I suppose I was still dazed and amazed at the attention I was getting from these two pretty little things.
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From that moment on, I spent most days with the feeling that I was being watched.
And it was because I was.
Camilla made little effort to hide that she was stalking me when we were on school grounds. Sometimes she was accompanied by Regina, and sometimes she went solo.
Initially, I was oblivious to this. I simply thought that we happened to use the same hallways often. I'd see Camilla and Regina along the corridors and they would smile and wave at me. After several days, I could turn my back and Camilla would almost certainly be there, sporting her signature flirty smile.
One day, as class had just ended and everyone was packing their things and going home, Camilla entered my classroom. I noticed her standing outside about five minutes before and I knew she was there to see me. She was staring at me from outside and had now walked to my desk. As she did, she made sure her walk empathised her breasts.
"Hey Tiger. I need a little help." Camilla said, with fierce eye contact. It was the kind of eye contact that told you what to do, not ask. I felt a little uncomfortable with her sudden assertiveness.
"What do you need?" I said rather awkwardly. I looked away for a moment, breaking eye contact.
"Oh, I need help with chemistry homework. I'm just not getting the chapter on the homologous series and remembering all that stuff about alkanes and alkenes. Can you sit with me in the library and go through it with me?"
I wasn't the best at chemistry, but I wasn't bad. She could have easily found a much more qualified person to assist her, but that ferocity in her big beady black eyes convinced me that I should go with her anyway.
Camilla didn't say anything as we walked to the school library. She put her arm in mine and other students looked at us. Some girls, whom I assume are her friends, giggled and beamed at her as we passed them.
