A hard worker, totally diligent and outrageous behind closed doors. Problem was, she didn't have anyone to share that 'craziness' with.
She, is Ivy. Ivy is a senior at her high school, and in her own rights beautiful. With mid-length wavy brown hair and penetrating brown eyes. A beautiful smile and perfect teeth. Her breasts are modest, not huge but not tiny. About a 38b. Her only downfall is...her weight. Ivy is a little over weight, but curvy enough to pull it off. Her weight holds her back from nearly everything, especially when it comes to believing in herself. Incredibly smart and outgoing, it's hard to believe that no guys seem to be interested, ever. And this, is what's killing Ivy.
Every day Ivy goes into school, says hello to her pretty, skinny friends. She looks at herself in the glass and her reflection frowns back. She isn't ugly, no. She cleans up real nice, she'd be a pretty girl...she thinks...if it wasn't for her weight. Pushing her hair back on the top of her head while a few strands feather themselves around her face she gets ready to go to her next class. Carrying her heavy backpack, Ivy plods through the stairways and looks at everyone else jealously but at the same time attempting to maintain a nonchalant feel, smiles outward to the world while dying inside.
Ivy's only been kissed once, and it was rather rough. In a guy's car, who's mouth tasted like an ash tray and smelt of alcohol. He was cute, very cute. Blonde, blue/green eyes, thin and a nice body. After a movie, they were parked in the lot and he ravaged her. She loved it, loved feeling sexy under his touch. He grabbed her breasts, rubbed her crotch and she debated in her mind whether or not she should let him fuck her. The passion was that great.
Yet, she's still a virgin.
Finally arriving in her class, a boy whom she is friends with is writing down some notes on a white sheet of paper. He lifts his head, and looks up at her. He smiles, but not only does his mouth smile but his whole face. Eyes, ears and nose! Ivy's face lights up just because of this welcome by her friend. That's all they are, strictly friends, though she wants it to be so much more and cannot tell if he does or doesn't. It seems like, and as her mother says : Everyone else knows. Your friends know he likes you, I know he likes you. Your brother knows it. He knows it, but you don't.
Well why couldn't she figure it out? because nothing, except for that rendezvous in some guy's backseat had worked out. And that ended rather nastily, so basically Ivy had absolutely nothing to look forward to.
Except him, his smile, their playful banter...that was what kept her going.
Ivy sat down next to Jacob. They talked a bit, but then once class got started she just dreamed about how it would be if THEY could have that wild rendezvous in his car.
:::After a week:::
"Go to the grocery store today for me honey? please?" Liza, Ivy's mom asked her kindly.
"Sure." Naturally, being a lazy teen, she didn't want to do it, but figured it would be best to move around a bit that Saturday!
Pulling on a red button down sweater and buttoning up her flared out blue jeans, she found some white flip flops and grabbed her keys.
Getting into the car, she blasted some really bouncy rap music that made her groove a bit in her seat. She loved fast, sexy music about how all these rich rappers wanted to fuck their many kinds of girlfriends. She sometimes wished she was one of them. Or at least, maybe a guy just fuck her! As Ivy cruised the parking lot looking for spots, she finally found one and pulled in. Stepping out of the car, she began to walk to the entrance of the store and before she knew it, some stupid jerk had walked clear into her!
"Ah!...watch it.." she mumbled.
"So sorry, god, I'm sorry." The man said.
Ivy looked up, his voice was so pleasant, and his words of apology seemed to roll of his tongue like velvet. He was tall, had a tan complexion and the most penetrating green eyes. His hair was combed back but a little spiked at the top and light brown. His shoulders were broad, and his black shirt was tight over his chest. Ivy's eyes got a little bigger, and she bit her lip, looking all of 12 years old.
"I was on my cell phone, sorry miss. I really didn't mean to do that, they're right, these cell phones are for shit!" The mystery man laughed and coughed in the awkward silence that followed his statement. He was smiling, and Ivy looked down to the ground.
"It's all...all.. uh, all right." She nodded and looked up again at him. All the sudden, he seemed to look at her funny. His eyes were searching hers, and his head was tilted a little as if he was inspecting this girl in front of him.
"I understand, sometimes these cell phones truly are a blessing and then other times you want to just toss them in the ocean!!!" Ivy made a successful attempt at trying to get him to smile.
He laughed and then introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Julien." Ivy smiled, and gave him her name.
"Well, maybe we'll meet up sometime? Mind if I have your number?" Julien asked, gently.
Her number?! No stranger had ever asked her for her number and I mean, what guy would want to talk to her? On the phone? Or get together? Was this for real? This...amazing...piece of ...well, ass! was absolutely gorgeous and wanted to chat with HER? Wait...there must be a catch.
"Sure, here's my number." She said confidently as she wrote it out on his extended hand.
"GREAT!" Julien smiled and told her that he'd call her.
Walking into the grocery store as Julien walked back to his car, Ivy was floating on air. Buying what she needed, she basically ran back to her car and jumped in and sped the whole way home. As Ivy got into the house, she realized no one was there. There was a note on the fridge:
Honey, I got a call from
Mike, he said he needs me so I won't
be home till about 8 tonight. Fix your
dinner if you want, feel free to go out! Sorry
Vee, see you tonight.
--Mom
Ivy thought for a moment and thought, well, that's cool. Maybe I can do a little playing. She giggled aloud and started to put the groceries away. The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is Ivy there?"
"This is she, may I ask who's calling?"
"Oh..mannnnn!...Hey Ivy, it's Julien."
Ivy dropped the yogurt that she held in her hands.
"Shit!...one...uh...ah...one second."
"You all right???"
"Yes...yeah, yes, I was just um...startled? that you called so soon."
"Have I got you at a bad time?"
"NO, no, no not at all, Julien. Give me a sec?"
"I'd wait all day, " he replied sweetly.
Ivy giggled, and cleaned up the mess. After a few moments of Julien being on hold, she picked the phone back up and said hello again. Julien greeted her and the real conversation began.
Julien started with, "I was just wondering...Ivy..."
"Yes? What's up?"
"That's such an interesting name...but (a brief laugh) I was wondering something."
Ivy laughed, "I know, you already said that."
"Oh, ha, well, uh, would you care to have dinner with me sometime? Maybe...if you aren't busy, tonight?"
"Well, why yes, yes I would love to have dinner with you Julien." Ivy's face began to hurt from smiling so much.
"Wonderful, I'll pick you up next Friday at 7 and I promise it'll be a beautiful evening."
"I'm sure." They both bid farewell, and as they both hung up they both retired to their bedrooms to relieve a little tension. Julien went upstairs to the guest room, and laid on his bed on his back and grabbed his cock out of his pants. Slowly at first, he began to jerk it steadily. Then the rubbing and squeezing became more erratic as he jacked off faster and faster, the tip getting really wet. But little did Julien know, Ivy was back her own house on her bed doing almost the same thing. Without a moment's notice, Ivy was off the phone and on her bed with her pants on the floor. Her legs behind her head, she started to finger fuck herself fast. Pumping her pussy, breathing out Julien's name. Julien, at his abode, called out hers. Promising to fuck her tight pussy aloud. A knock at Julien's door interrupted this fantasy and Julien snapped up to attention.
"Hold on! Hold on, man." Julien quickly put on his pants, his cock deflating from being so rushed and ashamed of being caught.
Laughing, his step-brother entered the room, "22 and still jacking it in your room, well then I have something to look forward to, don't I?"
"Shut the fuck up Jacob."
And just as 'Jacob' rolled off of Julien's lips, Ivy came and came with no abandon.
:::The following Friday:::
"Honey, what time are you coming home?" Ivy's mother asked her as she stood in the doorway of Ivy's room.
"I don't know mom? I'm 18, come on, I won't be too long. Promise, all right?"
"All right, all right, sorry. Well you look, fabulous, Vee."
Ivy smiled timidly, and looked back into the mirror. No, she wasn't any model, but she did look really good. A black, very slimming cocktail dress with only one shoulder "strap" and silk flowing out at the ends, she looked...well, almost like a model. Her legs were long, and she teetered upon very high sexy strapped black glittery heels. Sparkling diamonds adorned her ears and neck as well as her ankle. Ivy smelt like an expensive perfume and having had her nails done up in a French manicure, she looked altogether gorgeous. Though, she'd never admit it. Throwing her beautiful hair back behind one shoulder, the doorbell rang.
"I'LL GET IT!!" Ivy yelled and bum-rushed down the steps almost clumsily in her heels. But being, the portrait of grace she slowed as she got near the door and could see Julien through the glass side boards. Opening the door, his smile gleamed and he looked fabulous in black slacks and a white work shirt unbuttoned at the top with a sharp black blazer atop it. He smelt almost as good as she did, and he was holding white roses that made the picture of HIM look even better.
