She stood in front of her mirror, sobbing softly. The ugly names and terrible words they used were heart wrenching. The things they said hung in her head and buzzed like horrible little bees. She just wanted it to stop. So what if she was a virgin? What did that have to do with anything? She was still a nice girl...
She reached up and ran her tiny, lily white fingers over her red lips. They were so swollen. She'd fallen into the chair when the boy pushed her and it made her lip swell. Her eyes remained more on the chipped pink nail polish. The site made another tear squeeze from her eyes and journey down her Rosy cheeks. They made fun of her because she always took ages to touch up her nails. The girls did, anyway.
She ran her fingers up over the tear and then sniffled. Her green eyes were bloodshot and so terribly sore. She swallowed hard as she looked on into the bleeding eyes in the glass. She ran her fingers up through her slightly knotted black hair and untangled a few strands. This made her cry a little harder, too. She never wears her hair properly. Never styles it. This was apparently a sin in her school.
Her hand fell down the cut on her forehead to her nose. It wasn't too small, was it? They thought it was. She couldn't help it, though. She liked her button nose... Well, she did. No one seemed to have a problem with it until she went there. They didn't like that it turned red in the cold, either. She didn't mind... She couldn't ever see her nose, anyway. Why should it bother her? It was fine when she was warm...
She reached out from her face and touched the glass. The girl staring back at her... Her nose was cold, too. And it was red like hers. She smiled slightly. So did the girl. She was pretty, she thought. But maybe she got picked on for not being like them. She certainly didn't look like them.
"It's okay," she whispered. "They don't think you're pretty. But I do... We have each other."
This made both of them smile again.
She wasn't frigid... She never thought about being sexy. It wasn't her fault she didn't own the clothes they had in those hip hop videos on MTV. Her mother wouldn't allow it, anyway. She might wear them if she had them. She could fill them... She had some curves. She noticed them when she took showers sometimes. She had curved hips and a larger behind than most. Her chest was developed for only just reaching eighteen... But they still claimed she couldn't fill the clothes if she tried. They claimed it was just baby fat.
She ran her hands down her hips and watched as they glided to her thighs. Running them back up to her neck she began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Surely she could see herself if it was just baby fat or really breasts. She was halfway down when she started to blush. She looked up into the girls eyes. She was blushing, too. This made her even even more embarrassed about stripping in front of someone.
Taking a deep breath she unbuttoned the last few buttons and pulled it open slowly. She smiled slightly as she watched the girl reveal her rounded C cup breasts. She licked her lips as she watched, intrigued. She ran her fingers over the cleavage and felt the tingles run throughout her body. It made her smile again. But it quickly went back to a nervous blush as she reached to the front clip and unclasped her bra.
Slowly, she pulled the cups away and her breasts fell free. She pulled the blouse and the bra off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. She started breathing more heavily as she reached up and cupped her breasts. The girl looked very flushed, too. She ran her fingers over her nipples and moaned softly. The sensation was very nice. She could see that the girl in the mirror liked it, too.
She bit down on her lower lip as her hands began to descend. She ran her fingers down her tummy and moaned again, quickly blushing brightly as she felt tingles between her legs. When her fingers reached the waistband of her jeans. She placed her hand on the zipper and pulled it down slowly. Then pulled her jeans down her thighs.
Eagerly, though she wasn't sure why, she pushed her panties down with them. She felt the soft pink cotton slide down her white legs. She dropped them to her ankles and stepped out of them, kicking them aside a bit.