Every character in this story is an 18 years old high school senior.
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The teen got up unsteadily. He made sure to brush his teeth well and hopped into the shower. It was a morning like any other, as he prepared for school. Putting on his favourite pink shirt, the young fellow pocketed his smartphone. After his usual breakfast of cereals, he said goodbye to his mother, got on to the school bus and went to sit by the window, like he always did. The bus ride was over in 10 minutes.
Zavier Johnson couldn't get rid of the sense of being watched. He peeked over his shoulder right after leaving the bus. No sign of a stalker. The boy walked into school, completely ignored by his peers. Everybody else was chattering or putting stuff into their lockers. No one was looking at him, he thought. There was not a reason in the world for someone to, right? Sighing, the boy headed to his first class of the day. There were much more important things to consider. Still, he was anxious.
There was somebody following him. That much he was sure of. He couldn't gather any physical evidence. It is just the feeling you have, when the hair on the back of your neck stand up and you feel shivers down your spine, and then you turn around and see nobody, which does nothing to ease up the tension in your gut. The nausea. The terror. It takes all of Zavier's willpower not to hyperventilate in the corridor.
After a couple of minutes, he finally arrived at his first class of the day. His history teacher arrived early and handed out some tests. This is going to be a long day indeed. As he sat down, the young Zavier's thoughts drifted back to the night where his gut feeling of someone following him around first began...
After the previous four days of school, Zavier just wants to go home after school and have his usual Friday night. The usual Friday night, by the way, involves nothing more than reading dystopian novels on the couch, preparing himself for going to bed by relaxing and enjoying some speculative fiction, and then sleeping early and waking up late the next day.
Elena, his only friend, asked him to go to a party with her. It was being hosted by Rick, the star football player. 'Come on, Zavier. It's not like you have anything interesting to do after school anyways. I'm not letting you spend another evening reading at home on your couch, lying around by yourself. You need to get out there more'. The youngster sighed.
He carefully twirled a strand of his hair. "I don't think Rick would like having me at the party.."
"I wouldn't mind it," said the jock as he suddenly appeared. "You should come hang out with us." Zavier nodded his reluctant agreement, not wanting to be rude to the large, muscular footballer. He did not realize what it would end up leading to.
His best friend patted him proudly on his shoulder, placing her warm hand between his shoulder blades and reassuring him that he's going to be fine. It was just a party, after all. Nothing could go wrong. She'll be there and he'll be able to talk to and hang out with her if he feels uncomfortable on his own. He loves how much she cares about him and does everything to make sure it's all right. He'll never be able to find another best friend as good as her. Everything she does, she does with his best interests at heart. It was all very sweet.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. Zavier did his best at each subject, save for gym. The bell rang signalling end of Friday and the school week. He walked past a group of three girls into the corridor, observing several other students putting stuff in their lockers. How he wished he could just do the same, head home and get a decent shower. Alas, it was not meant to be. Zavier always keeps his word, especially to his only friend. There is no choice but for him to go to a party. He decided to come up with an excuse at some point for leaving early.
At 5 pm, Zavier and Elena made their way over to the party. Colourful lights were visible from one hundred metres away. When he entered, what greeted the young Zavier was the stench of alcohol. He navigated his way through the place cautiously, afraid of stepping on vomit by accident at some point. That was a real possibility at events such as this. It was inexplicable. The feeling of someone watching him. Every time he spun around, nobody was there. His nerves were not eased by the slightest measure, however. He was already a paranoid boy by nature and this is just making it worse. Eventually, Zavier decided to go home. Spotting Elena, he yelled over the blare of the music, ' I need to go home now! Bye!' She sighed, knowing there was no stopping him when he set his mind on something.
On his way out, a random girl grabbed his ass and tried to kiss him, and she did this after making out with two other guys right before his eyes. He quickly extricated himself saying "Do you think I am a manwhore?" before leaving, quite proud of himself for how he handled the situation perfectly, leaving the blonde girl over there. He just don't want to make out or have sex with a girl who will forget him in the morning. Plus, there is also the risk of STDs and shit he doesn't really want to go through. He already has a life that is good enough.
There is no need for him to risk his health and safety by sleeping with some cauldron of sexually transmitted illnesses. He will never call someone a slut but judging from the way that girl eagerly grabbed him and kissed him, and the fact that they've never met or talked before, she is probably fairly promiscuous. Zavier doesn't regret throwing away the chance to get laid. Even if he's still a virgin, he has a clear preference in mind, wanting a dominant woman who will make him submit to her by manipulating him, coercing him, bending him to her will, not just someone whose best effort is giving him a sloppy kiss.
Zavier is, unlike almost every other guy in his year group, still a chaste. He's shy, skinny and socially inept, and has never even as much as had a kiss from another girl before, and there's no way he would just walk up to one of the girls and ask her to handcuff him to bed. The poor boy told himself he can save his precious virginity for the right woman, who he loves and loves him back just as much, and they could spend the rest of his life forever. It's his intent to only have sex with one woman for his entire life. He's going to be a one woman man. That might be rare in today's society, but he really doesn't care. It's the way he is.
As he walked, a sense of dread filled him. He just couldn't shake off the feeling of being stalked. Which is totally ridiculous. He is a nobody. Just a wallflower. No one at school ever talk to him, not even other nerds. And it's okay. He's grown used to it since... Well, since forever, really. He's never actually had anyone's interested in him before. So why is he having this feeling where the hair on the name of his neck stands up. He's actually starting to pray that he was too paranoid. Even that would be better than getting kidnapped.
Soon he was home, but even upon his arrival at the place his sense of being followed was not eased. He just hopes it's his paranoia and nothing more serious.
The Mysterious Woman's Point of View
She rubbed her crotch in excitement. The sight of her precious boy at the party was almost too much. He is so damn adorable the pictures of those supposedly cute kittens lose their meaning. Ah, the things she is planning to do to him. Her pussy is dripping. Her cunt is completely soaked. How wet that clueless fellow can get her, and he wasn't even trying! As a matter of fact, she thinks he doesn't even notice her! Indeed, the little boy seemed a tad bit paranoid as he walked home, but perhaps it is in his nature to be so...careful. Almost as if he expects to be abducted right in the middle of a Friday night. On his way home. As he wishes to be in a comfy bed.
Her mind is filled with perverted images of the cute boy kneeling in front of her, his tongue inside of her pussy. And of course, she would push him on to his bed and kneel down next to him, wrapping her lips around his little cock. One of her jock friends took a photo of it for her when they were in the gym changing room. She doesn't really care about his tiny size. He's the boy she loves and she loves him very much, even with his shortcoming, lewd pun intended. The boy would involuntarily thrust up at her with his slim hips, moaning adorably like a bitch in heat, begging her to suck his dick, as she greedily drains him of his cum, emptying those balls straight down her throat.
Zavier
Zavier could not identify the source of his nervousness. As he tries to shake off the feeling of being watched, the world around him continues.He tried to finish lunch before one of the more popular kids sat down at his table. "Hey, Zavier! I was wondering if you would be willing to help me with the history assignment?"
"Sure." the teen said absentmindedly, as the girl thanked him and walked away, her golden curls bounced on her head as she headed back to her group of close friends. Helping other students with school work is something he's always enjoyed doing, regardless of who they were or whether he'd get anything in return for his support or not.
As the young Zavier continued with his meal, however, it became more difficult to shake off the feeling that someone is staring at him. Every time he spun around, expecting to see somebody looking his way, there was nobody looking back at him. I must be getting too paranoid, the boy thought, sighing. Or maybe not. Again, that shiver ran down his entire body. No way. Why would anyone be stalking a loser like him?
What he didn't realize is that the teen is not as much of a loser as he thought he was. Not at all. He is easily the cutest boy who has no idea that he is cute, even if it is quite obvious that he is very adorable. One of the cheerleaders once just walked up from behind him and pinched his backside, saying, ' You're so fucking cute'. He never blushed harder than he did that day. Gosh, Zavier thought. She gave him her phone number and also told him to give her his, and the two chatted and hung out for a couple of weeks, before she suddenly became terrified of being seen next to him, for some unfathomable reason. After that, he was back to square one, with nobody being interested in hanging out with him at all. I really need to start doing something else, thought the young man.. Create new memories. Anything would do. Urgh. It shouldn't be so damned difficult. Everyone else can make happy memories for themselves. He should be able to do it too. Think of something inherently pleasant, that can easily make his face light up with a pretty smile. After this brief moment of him trying to find some light within the darkness, he decided to walk off towards his next class.
Elena was right next to him. Zavier was clearly spooked out by something and it was starting to concern her. She leaned in to ask her closest friend "What's wrong, Zavier? You look like you expect someone to jump out at you or something. The teenage girl grew very worried at her friend's anxious face. It made her feel as though she should be doing something to help him out. Allay his troubles.
The Mysterious Woman's Point of View
Her eyes remained fixated on his thin, lanky body for many seconds. It took a great deal of effort to prevent the devilish smirk from spreading across her face. She just couldn't get how cute he is out of her mind. The more she looked at him, the clearer it became how this adorable boy is the right one for her. How they were meant to be together. He is so very cute and she is a beauty. His external prettiness is only a small part of it, though.
