Amber Koch had a passionate hatred for popular girls. And, more often than not, the feeling was mutual. It had been that way ever since middle school.
As far as Amber could tell, the only thing she had done wrong was growing tits earlier than the other girls. That was all it took to be labeled a slut. All through high school, Amber hoped that she could change the minds of the pretty, popular girls by acting meek and kind and chaste. But that didn't matter. Those beautiful, bratty girls, with their cute outfits and catty smiles and eyes shining with mockery and hate, never seemed to need a reason to call Amber a slut. Everyone already knew she was one after all; it had been common knowledge ever since middle school.
In her senior year, Amber made a life-changing decision: fuck it, if she was going to be called a slut no matter what she did, she might as well become one.
So she started sleeping with her bullies' boyfriends. It was easy. A lot easier than she thought it would be. It turned out that when you had Amber's curvy figure and sultry good looks, all it took was a little encouraging dirty talk for even the most loyal of boyfriends to be putty in your hands.
And yeah, maybe after her early successes Amber got a little drunk on power. Maybe her choice of targets got a little broader. By the end of her freshman year of college, Amber had expanded her campaign of revenge beyond people who mistreated her. Any girl who had a certain look became fair game in Amber's eyes.
Girls who were slim and pretty, with a sort of lithe grace were the problem as far as Amber was concerned. For some reason, they just set her teeth on edge. They made a strange, jealous fire burn inside her... she felt an irrepressible need to reach out and ruin them. To Amber, even if skinny bitches seemed nice on the outside, it had to be an act. They reminded her too strongly of her bullies.
Once, her roommate Clara, shaking her head at yet another story of a hot and steamy tryst with a "skinny bitch's" boyfriend, told Amber, "Girl, you need to be careful. One of these days you're going to mess with the wrong woman."
But Amber had just laughed. "Clara, I've had a girl slap the shit out of me, I've had hair pulled out... hell, I've had a bottle broken over my head. I've run into the wrong woman plenty of times. They can do their worst, but they can't make me unfuck their boyfriend. If there is a skinny bitch on this campus who can beat me at my own game, I haven't met her."
And that was true. She hadn't met Hannah Lind yet.
...
Hannah Lind embodied all of the qualities that Amber loathed about "skinny bitches".
She was jaw-droppingly beautiful, with cascades of dark, wavy hair, startling blue eyes, and curvy lips that always seemed to be faintly smiling at some hidden secret.
Her body, although not as eye-catching as Amber's thick, luscious curves, sent Amber into a fuming rage when she saw it. Lithe, toned, and petite, it showed off the hard work that Hannah put in at the pool with its subtle, smooth muscle tone.
Because Hannah wasn't just a pretty face. She was the star of the college swim team, taking home trophy after trophy. Not only that, she also found time to serve as the president of the student body. She was intelligent, talented, charming, and the darling of everyone she met.
In other words, perfect. Not a hair out of place, never flustered or cranky or caught off guard. When Amber first met her, it was hate at first sight.
Amber first crossed paths with Hannah when she started using the university pool for exercise. She had just been kicked out of a second gym after drama between her and a skinny bitch that worked there. Just like her first gym before that. But Amber couldn't just not exercise. Although she had come to love her big tits, wide hips, and round bubble butt, her build meant that she was always at risk of getting pudgy. Amber couldn't have that; her favorite pastime of hunting for taken men meant she needed to look her best at all times.
So she decided to give swimming laps a try. And it was on her very first day there that she saw Hannah. The first time Amber saw Hannah, the skinny little bitch was standing and chatting warmly with the handsome, muscular lifeguard. Hannah had been wearing a one-piece suit: modest, but unable to hide the willowy grace of her amazing body. Even without makeup, Hannah looked dewy and perfect, with little beads of water decorating her lashes and skin like jewels as she smiled and flirted coyly with the lifeguard.
It normally took a little longer for Amber to decide a girl needed to be taken down a peg, but with Hannah, it was almost immediate. She knew who Hannah was, of course. It was hard to not at least be aware of who the student body president was. But seeing her in person set a fire inside Amber.
When she found out that Aaron Foss, the lifeguard Hannah was speaking to, was actually Hannah's boyfriend... well, that made her next course of action simple and straightforward. Amber would steal Aaron right out from under Hannah's nose, and all that skinny bitch would be able to do was watch and fume.
The fact that Hannah had never personally done anything to Amber was unimportant. At this point, fucking with skinny bitches was its own reward.
And so, as she returned to the pool on a daily basis, Amber's swimsuits got a little more revealing. She started having friendly, flirty conversations with Aaron. The boy turned out to be dumb as a rock, which made everything much easier. Poor blushing Aaron didn't know where to look when Amber leaned over to talk to him in his lifeguard chair, water dripping off her ripe, hanging tits.
Hannah clocked Amber's actions immediately, of course. Her perfect, pretty face fixed itself into a bitter expression every time Amber made an excuse to chat Aaron up. But what could Hannah do? She made a point of marching up and calling Aaron's attention away from the interfering temptress whenever she could, but she was at the pool to train; she couldn't guard her boyfriend the entire time.
At some point, Hannah clearly decided that Amber's shameless flirting had crossed the line and had a talk with her man. Amber almost laughed when Aaron nervously told her that his girlfriend didn't want them to speak anymore. It was cute. He was trying so hard to be a good boyfriend. But in the end, he wouldn't be able to resist.
Amber ignored the fact that Aaron was nervously staring across the pool at the stone-faced Hannah and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"Don't try to resist, big boy. We both know what I want, and we both know I'm going to get it. I'm going to feel the heat of that big cock in my hand. I'm going to wrap these pretty little lips around its thickness. I'm going to feel what it's like to have you inside me. Soon. No matter what she says."
Amber strutted away from the lifeguard chair, leaving Aaron red-faced, with a noticeable bulge in his swim trunks. She smirked and twiddled her fingers at the gorgeous, furious bitch watching her from the pool. Maybe that little display would make the couple break up. It had happened before when Amber rubbed a popular girl's nose in her seduction attempts. If that happened, Amber would fuck Aaron anyway, just to show that the breakup hadn't deterred her, but she hoped that Hannah would fight a little harder than that. It would make it so much sweeter when she succeeded anyway.
She never even considered that the intelligent, talented young Hannah Lind might have more creative ways of fighting back than the average popular girl.
...
Amber looked at herself in the locker room mirror. Tousled dirty blonde hair, rich brown eyes, and pouty lips. She looked as sexy as usual. But her face wasn't the reason that boys found it hard to resist her.
She smoothed the tiny pink triangles of cloth over her big firm tits, arching her back a little to admire them. Then, with a confident smirk, she turned to see her profile from the side, eyes tracing the thick, luscious swell of her ass. Looking good. She was a bit worried that she had been spending too much time on seduction and not enough on exercise lately, but there were no signs of chubbiness detectable, just full, ripe, tempting womanhood.
Today was the day.
Today, she would turn up the heat and coax Aaron into following her. She planned to take him by the hand, march him right past his prissy little girlfriend, take him to a storage closet or pump room or something, and screw his brains out. He would protest at first no doubt, but Amber had seen the look in his eyes and the bulge in his pants when she had dirty-talked him the other day, and she was confident that it wouldn't take much to get him to crack.
She strode confidently over to the exit of the locker room, and pushed on the door to the pool, ready to seductively strut across the room toward her latest prey, modeling her slutty bikini for him.
*Clunk*
Amber frowned. She pushed again. *Clunk* The door was catching on something. As if someone had moved something heavy in front of the door.
'It's a doorstop sweetie," said a cool, amused voice from behind Amber, "You're not going to be able to push it open that easily."
Amber whirled to see Hannah Lind sitting on one of the benches. she was wearing her regular tight black one-piece swimsuit and was leaning casually back on both arms, her legs crossed with a foot swinging. As usual, not one of her lovely dark hairs was out of place. Amber could have sworn she had been alone in the changing room just a moment before. Had this crazy bitch been hiding? Hannah wore an expression of faint amusement. The sight of her sent a thrill of deep-seated annoyance through Amber, like usual.
