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All characters that appear in this story are of legal age (18+). If you, yourself are not of legal age (18+), stop reading this right now. You can always come back when you are older.
"Who rules the school?"
"Oh baby, Mud Dogs!"
"What bitch? I can't hear you."
"I s-said Mud Dogs rule the schoooooool!"
"Ow-Ow-AWOooooooO!"
Pepper watched through a crack in the stall door as Cyndy Salte's perfectly tanned and toned ass bounced up and down on Billy Jacques' modest (by her calculations, anyway) member. Cyndy's cheerleading uniform was in a slight state of disarray, her skirt (already quite short) hiked up over her hips and her tight little top pulled up to expose her bouncing boobies to her boyfriend's questing lips, tongue and teeth.
Demonstrating her athletic prowess, Cyndy bent backward in a display that even Pepper had to admit was impressive. Her eyes rolled up in her head, her red nipples pointing straight out from taught breasts - and her mouth lolling open... Cyndy might be a braindead bitch, but Pepper thought she was hot.
Pepper's gaze rose to meet Billy's and he winked at her through the door. "Bark for me, bark like a good little bitch."
"Arf. Arf. Ruff. Oh baby. I'm your bitch, your muuuuuuud bitch" She timed her little yaps with his thrusts, and Pepper smirked despite herself.
"Mud Dogs! AROO AROO AROOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Suddenly, Cyndy's eyes snapped back and she saw Pepper watching them through the door.
"Ugh. Get out of here, titless wonder!" Cyndy managed to grunt between thrusts.
"Nah Babe. She just wants to show her school spirit. Come on in here and join the game!." said Billy.
"Psh." Cyndy was riding him hard, now. "That goody goody wouldn't know what to do if she came in here."
Pepper suddenly imagined herself on her knees, spreading Cyndy's luscious ass and licking her tight little ring while Billy fucked her pussy. That would shut her up, and show her what for. Then she could move lower, licking along Billy's shaft as he pumped her up and down on his dick. She imagined it all in a flash, and then stammered something as she barged her way back out the way she came in.
"Get back to your science project, neeeeeeeeerd." She heard Cyndy's voice follow her. Then she smiled, hearing her bark like a dog as she was being fucked.
Pepper wiped the sweat from her brow. Her red hair was pulled back into a pair of braids. She stood back and examined her handiwork, her flannel shirt was unbuttoned at the top to allow for ventilation in the hot sun. Her hands on her hips, she wore heavy leather gloves of the type used for handling hard industrial equipment or barbed wire. Her exposed clavicle and upper chest was shiny with perspiration. Tools laid out neatly around her, she smiled at the strange machine that was beginning to take shape before her. Then she groaned and removed one of her gloves.
Her eyes had begun to ache about an hour back, but now it would begin to get unbearable. She rubbed the painful little muscles around the tired orbs - and in a moment the ache became less pronounced - though it remained a constant reminder.
Every morning she had to do the strengthening exercises that kept her esotropia at bay - it had been worse for her in school when she was, in addition to being a soulless ginger with freckles and ears that stuck out like palm fronds (as her classmates would put it) cross-eyed to boot. At least she could avoid that last one nowadays - but the strain seemed to be getting worse.
Good enough, time for a shower.
Once inside the house she stripped her boots and overalls off, deposited the sweat-soaked garments in the hamper. She arranged her boots neatly beneath her bed, atop of which sat an open copy of Bulfinch's Mythology. She grabbed a towel and walked into the bathroom, undoing her braids as she went. As she unlaced the crimson strands of hair, Pepper took a moment to regard herself in the mirror - she focused on all the things that were used to tease her at school - the dusting of freckles across her nose and cheekbones, ears that stuck out almost clownishly, and her blue-green eyes...
yup, they were crossing. Nothing to be done about it. She took a breath and willed herself to stop resisting and let her pupils turn in and down toward her pert little nose, the muscles finally relaxing. She stuck out her tongue at her reflection, and scrunched up her face.
She knew that she had many characteristics of an attractive woman, but something remained distinctly girlish about her. It was as if she had never fully grown out of her awkward phase, she thought to herself as she climbed into the shower. Shivering as she began adjusting the hot water.
But maybe it was a good thing. After being branded a funny-looking outsider in youth, she remained at the threshold. She could look in at what everyone else was doing, and if she was totally honest with herself - it appeared to be boring as hell. She didn't choose to be an outsider, but she had chosen to embrace her chance for true independence from the herd mentality. She was different, and she was proud of it.
Boys would be the life support system for raging erections, and girls would be catty bitches... she had more important things to think about than not getting pregnant or how her boobs looked in her shirt.
Still, it didn't help that she had failed to fill out like EVERYONE else. Sure, she had a booty to rival Cyndy Salte's, the result of riding her bicycle everywhere (she couldn't drive on account of the eyes), and her legs were toned, her ankles were skinny. She was self-conscious enough to have gotten through high school with her virginity mostly in tact.
Mostly.
