The following story has themes of non-consent sex, humiliation and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
"You," the thick black girl states as she walks up to me as I'm sitting at this table. It's not a greeting but an accusation. Her voice is very tense as she says this, as if I'm included in some drama that is currently ongoing, even if I've never seen her before.
"I'm sorry?" I ask the girl who looks to be the same age as me, eighteen. I'm currently sitting at a table in the school library, trying to read about the War of 1812 as this is Study Hall class. Despite reading the same paragraph a few times, the info just isn't staying in my brain. I mean, it's only twenty minutes till the last bell of the school day, so it's hard to focus. I think I've learned more about the office chair I'm sitting in as I keep adjusting all the settings as it proves to be more fun than the textbook.
"You're Evan," the thick black girl states my name, again making this a statement and not a question. I keep looking up at her, but then glance around to make sure this isn't an ambush situation. That since my attention is on her someone isn't about to attack me from behind or something. But after looking around, I find that I'm alone, well, for the most part. There's people all over the library, but no one is looking at what is happening here.
"I am," I tell the girl, not sure if she is expecting me to be surprised that she knows who I am. After all, I'm the only white guy in this school. I tend to stick out.
"Come on," the girl says as a demand, motioning for me to follow her. She even starts to walk off as if expecting me to leap to my feet and do as she wants.
When she does this I take a moment to look at what she's wearing on her thick frame. She has on a jean jacket that covers what looks like an orange tube top. Or maybe it's a tank top. I can't tell because of the jacket. But she does wear a short jean skirt that matches her jacket.
"Excuse me?" I ask her, trying to be polite despite the weirdness of this situation. I stay as I am, sitting at this table with my textbook open in front of me, showing I'm not going anywhere just because she told me to.
Whomever the girl is, sighs heavily at this, as if I'm too stupid to understand what's happening here. This seems to make her even more upset, but I can tell she's not really upset with me. She's upset at something else.
"Look white boy, get ya ass up and follow me," the girl says walking back to the table. When she does this, she stares directly at me as if trying to intimidate me to do as she wants.
"Mind if I ask why?" I ask, becoming rather amused by this weird series of events. It beats reading a boring textbook that's for sure.
"Because I want you to fuck me," the girl says, stunning me. Of all the things I was expecting her to say, that wasn't one of them. In fact, I would have expected her to say she wanted me to fix a flat tire on her car before saying she wants me to fuck her.
"I think I missed something. Who are you, and why do you want me to fuck you?" I ask amused but now on guard. This could be a trap. There are dozens of people at this school that would like nothing more than to kick the shit out of me, so I have to be careful. You tend to make enemies when you go around fucking other people's girlfriends and family members. Especially when you get them pregnant.
"Because Charles is a fat, cheap, fucking ugly, limp dick, cheating, pig-smelling, asshole motherfucker that can burn in hell after getting his head shoved up his own ass," the girl rants, her anger spiking. She says this so loud that I can hear people turning to look in this direction.
There's an urge in me to either laugh or make a joke for her to explain how she really feels about this Charles guy because I'm fuzzy on her true emotions about him. This whole scene would make me laugh if I didn't need to be so on edge.
"Charles?" I ask, not recognizing the name. I do begin to understand what is going on here and what she is after, not that I can lower my guard or anything. If anything, I need to make sure she's for real and that this isn't a trick.
I'm guessing whoever Charles is cheated on her. And what better way to get revenge than to fuck the only white guy in school? I mean, for the first part of this school year, I was the meek and quiet white boy who got bullied left and right. For those that think they are hard, the most humiliating thing to happen is that your girlfriend fucked the white guy.
Well, I used to be that meek and quiet guy. That was before I had reached my limit. Back before I decided to get revenge. Back before I unleashed who and what I really am.
I had enough of the bullying, the insults, and the injustice just because of my race, especially when I always minded my own business. When I was pushed too far after school one day, I took my revenge on some bullies by fucking the girl they wanted. Not just fucked her but ruined her, leaving wanting more of me even to this day. Not to mention left her a present that's growing in her womb.
Since that day I've taken girl after girl as I make my way through the school to get my revenge. In a way I'm taking over the school. Since this is a senior high school campus, everyone here is at least eighteen, making it all nice and legal.
So this chick wanting me to fuck her isn't really that surprising. She may have talked to one of the girls I've fucked as inspiration and thought it would be a great revenge. Not to mention fun.
"Tiny Ray," the girl says and upon hearing this name I know exactly who she's talking about. Charles is Tiny Ray who is on the football team with me. He plays tackle and we all call him Tiny because he's freaking huge. The guy is legit six foot six and weighs over three hundred pounds. Only instead of being muscle, it's mostly fat.