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, sexual orientation, 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 know, I think you are right. That doesn't make sense," I tell Julie honestly as the two of us walk down the school hallway together. Julie is a classmate of mine from Physics. Julie is a quiet girl, keeps to herself and seems interested in getting good grades than anything else. But she's not scared to tell people to fuck off as she's done so in class many times. Even saw her throw down a few months ago against some girl, though I don't know the reason why.
Julie came up to me at the end of lunch to ask me a question regarding the test we took earlier this week. She pointed out that there's a question that is worded really weird, which supposedly everyone got wrong. She asked what I thought the question was asking and after I did she revealed what the teacher actually meant. We then discussed how it didn't seem fair.
"Thanks. I wanted to make sure before I talked to Mrs. Appleton about it. Wanted to make sure it wasn't just me that thought it was strange," Julie tells me, looking down at her copy of the test. We are actually heading to Physics, which is probably why she asked me. She's trying to get one last confirmation before going to the teacher with this.
"Take that motherfucka!" A woman's angry voice yells out as Julie and I both turn the corner to move down the new hallway. A second later, I feel cold liquid splash me right in the face, making me stop.
Everything seems to stop. The noise around me goes quiet, people stop walking and even my own emotions seem to be put on pause. This is so out of the ordinary that I'm not even sure what's happened.
Opening my eyes, I see a rather built woman in front of me. This chick is taller than most girls and is more muscular as well. Her stance is one that I've seen guys in football take and she doesn't have a lot of feminine features about her, but is clearly a woman.
Looking at her I'm able to figure a few things out, but not many. The first seems rather clear, and that is she is a lesbian. There's nothing wrong with that and it seems pretty clear she wants everyone to know what her sexuality preference is with the rainbow button she has on her shirt. The second is that she hates me for some reason. I've no clue who she is, but from the aggressive, hate-filled expression she has, she detests me. Hates me with a passion. And the last thing I'm able to figure out is she just threw orange juice in my face, as I see the small open carton in her hand taken from the cafeteria.
"I know you?" I ask the built chick, politely stepping away from Julie so she doesn't get hurt if this chick tries to physically attack me. Like most of the people around us, Julie just sort of stares at the scene, surprised by what she just saw. If there's one thing that high school students love, it's drama.
"You fuck wit those close to me, I fuck wit ya. I ain't scared of ya white ass," the built chick shouts in response to my question, which tells me nothing.
"Ya go near her again, I'll fuck you up, ya hear me?!" The Chick now proclaims as a clear threat.
To this I calmly use my hand to wipe my face, feeling my anger rising as I have no clue what this bitch is going on about. Not to mention I don't like to be threatened.
"Go near who?" I ask, trying to keep my calm demeanor to not give anyone else a reason to attack me. All eyes are on me at the moment so I have to be careful.
"Fuck you!" the Chick yells, acting as if I'm fucking with her by asking this. Like I'm supposed to know exactly who she is, what she's talking about and who I've messed over.
The Chick swings her arm in a violent motion, clearly meaning to slap me. Only I was already on alert that she (or someone nearby) may do this, so I'm more than prepared. So when her hand comes flying towards me, I snatch it out of the air with my left hand, grabbing her wrist.
Stopping her attack, I then step forward while holding her wrist, making sure she sees the size difference between us. I'm quite sure she is used to intimidating other women with her bigger size, but that isn't going to work on me. I step right up to her, so close I could kiss her to show her that I'm not just taller, but bigger. That she has no hope in hell trying to overpower me as tower over her.
"I get her pregnant too?" I ask so softly that only the Chick hears. Immediately her eyes flare, showing I've hit a sore point, letting me know that is exactly what happened. I'm not sure if the woman in question is her girlfriend or just a girl she is crushing on, but it seems I got to her first.
The Chick tries to pull her arm out of my grip, no doubt to try and hit me again but can't. I'm holding it too tight, forcing her to stay where she is. To make a point I force her hand upward to show that I can easily overpower her. That as much as she struggles and tries, I'm still going to be stronger. But I do keep my legs to the side of hers, so she can't try to knee me in the groin.
"Fuck you," the Chick grunts after a few attempts of pulling away. After the third attempt, I let go of her where she stumbles backward. To this she glares at me as she almost falls down, but I stand ready in case she tries to rush me.
I look back at her with a calm but stern expression, showing that I'm more than ready for whatever she might try. Only...deep inside I really hope she doesn't. My stance on fighting women is well, I dunno. Most of the time I would never fight a woman, especially if she is smaller than I am. Doesn't matter if she started the fight or not. It would be so much of a mismatch that it wouldn't feel right.
But someone like Built Chick is a different story. She seems like she can handle herself in a fight, even against guys. If she attacks, she could do real damage. Because of this, I'm not sure if I would fight her. I will say I'm not just going to let her (or any one) kick the shit out of me.
"Fuck ya, white ass stupid asshole," the Chick yells, giving me both of her middle fingers as she walks away.
"I'm very sorry about that," I apologize to Julie a few long moments later. She's still to the side, having watched all of the scene. She has a rather curious look on her face, like she finds all that happened amusing. I almost make a joke about this being a part of being the only white guy in school, but decide against it.
"Nah, nah, it's fine. I know you get a lot of hate," Julie comments as she starts walking. Everyone that had stopped to watch the scene resumes their walk since the show is over.
"I'm going to get cleaned up. I'll see you in class," I tell Julie, still feeling orange juice dripping down my face and hair. I point towards the rest room that is right next to us at the end of the hall.
"Oh, for sure," Julie says, nodding her head. She then walks towards our classroom as the bell is going to ring any moment.
"Oh hey. You know, if you ever wanted to hang out or do something outside of school, I would be down," Julie tells me, looking back at me. Her pretty brown eyes look into mine when she says this, but she quickly looks away, clearly embarrassed about having asked me out.
"That sounds like fun. I would like that," I tell her, trying to be as polite as I can. If it was anyone but Julie I may act a bit more crude or different, but she seems like a "classic" girl. The type you have to meet her parents before taking her out on a date. Not that I mind at all. It's the first time at this school that anyone has asked ME on a date. I've been asked to fuck, yeah, but not an official date.
Julie smiles and turns to walk to class, to which I turn and head for the restroom. As I do, it occurs that I don't have any contact details for Julie. I try to think if I have her Twitter/X or Instagram, but I don't think I do. And for sure I don't have her cell. No matter, I can get it from her after class.
As the bell is about to ring, the restroom is empty. There I'm left in peace to wet a bunch of paper towels to wipe my face. I then use soap and water to do the same, trying to get all traces of the juice off me. I then have to wet my hair to try and do the same as I keep smelling the OJ.
The bell to start class does ring while I'm in the restroom, which can't be helped. With any luck Julie told the teacher what happened. If she didn't, I'm sure some jackass will, making it seem that I started a fight with a woman and got my ass kicked. Sadly, I don't have many friends here.
After drying my face, I toss all the used towels and head for the exit of the restroom. I remember a couple of months ago when I would be scared to use the restroom alone like this. I was scared because it always seemed like there would be a group waiting to jump me the moment I went into the restroom. Countless times that happened, where they would assault me, mainly because I never fought back.
It's funny how I'm not scared of that happening any longer. In fact, I sort of wish it would happen as this time I would fight back. If anyone tried to jump me or even talk shit, I would give it right back. It would be interesting to see how such an encounter would go. I know personally that I would try to shove each one of their faces into the toilet or urinal just to make a point.
"Fucka!" A woman's voice grunts right before I'm stuck across the face as I exit the restroom. A hard punch hits me on the left side of my face, surprising me. It's hard enough that I stumble the opposite way, not expecting this at all. The blow is hard enough that I see white on the edges of my vision.
In the flash of movement I see in my dazed mind, I see someone coming at me. Going into reaction mode, I get both of my hands up to defend myself until I manage to stop stumbling. I crash into the brick wall of the restroom where I'm able to quickly get my balance.
It's Built Chick. I see her face twisted in anger heading right for me. She's already got her fist pulled back, prepared to hit me again, trying to put her full body weight into it. She's attacking me, or should I say has attacked me.
