Rumors – Part 1
by
Jason Crow
Rumors
These mist-covered mountains are a home now for me. I sighed deeply and stared gloomily at them through the classroom window. I saw my vague reflection and noticed that today, my red curls actually managed to stay in place for once. I also realized this shirt might show a little too much cleavage, but there wasn’t much I could do about that now. I couldn’t help it that my boobs appeared to have grown a full cup size overnight.
It was my third day at this new school, and I’d never felt so alone. I was trying my best and had managed to hang out with the popular clique, but we still felt like strangers to each other. At my old school, I wasn’t even close to hanging out with the popular girls, but somehow, being the new kid here has made people interested in me.
“Miss Miller?” I heard vaguely in the distance, snapping me out of my daydream. I quickly glanced around and realized the teacher had asked me something. I must’ve missed it, because when I asked a simple “What?” the whole classroom started to chuckle.
“I asked you what’s so interesting about our windows.”
“It’s… I…” I stammered, but then realized this might be a make-or-break moment. So, I went for a wisecrack and said, “I was admiring the paint job on the frame. I was wondering… did Stevie Wonder start a new career?”
More chuckles and a few laughs erupted around me. Good! But judging by Mr. Garcia’s face, he wasn’t amused. After a few seconds, he said, “You can talk to the janitor after class about it if it’s that important to you. But in this school, we pay attention during class. Since you’re new here, you might not know how things work. Now you do. Consider this your first and final warning.”
I nodded resignedly. He knew I was posturing but I was pleased to hear some appreciative mumbles around me. A couple of minutes later, the bell rang, and I grabbed my book and backpack.
“Hey, Red! That was pretty cool,” Shannon, the most popular girl in our grade, said as we left the classroom.
“Thanks. His classes are so boring,” I replied, making sure not to say anything stupid around her.
A simple nod from Shannon was all I got as she waved at a hot jock passing us in the hallway on our way to the cafeteria. I was afraid I’d blown it. But when the jock was out of sight, she said, “Hey! Come sit with us,” and I felt a bit more confident.
I was still baggin’ it until I knew what the lunch ladies served, so I got my pretty pink Yeti lunch tote from my locker and was able to sit right down at Shannon’s table. I wasn’t surprised she sat at the center, and the other girls flocked around her. But when she saw me coming, her face lit up, and she patted the spot next to her.
“Girls, this is…” Shannon said, looking expectantly at me.
“I’m Emma.”
“You won’t believe what she did in Garcia’s class!”
She started bragging and telling everyone how cool I was, but the reactions from her friends were so overwhelmingly fake that I had to resist from snorting and responding to them numerous times. I was being sized up and knew I had to take it. For now.
I zoned out as they kept on gossiping about people I didn’t know and putting Shannon on a pedestal. This just wasn’t my crowd. I always thought I wanted to hang with the cool girls, but they turned out to be far from cool. They were annoying and obnoxious. The fact that I saw through them so quickly after meeting them meant that they were in a league of their own on the obnoxiousness scale.
I found a sweet distraction two tables away from us, something for my true interests. I was checking out a hot boy as he wrestled playfully with his friend, both showing off a strip of skin between their shirt and pants in the process. I’d discovered they were both wearing Under Armour boxer briefs when my attention was drawn back to what the girls were talking about.
“Kid you not!” Keira said, pausing like a true drama queen. “Some Eighth Graders pushed him into the girl’s locker room!”
“And he was naked?” one of the other girls asked, holding her hand in front of her mouth.
“Yup! Naked as the day he was born.”
“Oh, wow…”
“Yeah… My little sister was there, and she saw it all. She came looking for me at my locker after it happened and couldn’t stop talking about it.”
“Did she see his… you know?” one of the girls I didn’t know asked while blushing brightly.
“He tried hiding it, but as he tried getting away, he slipped, fell, and he showed it all,” Keira said, paused dramatically again, and looked at everyone sitting at the table one at a time before continuing. “My sister said he was big… down there. At least five inches and pretty thick. And the rest of him looked pretty good, too, according to her. Muscular and tight.”
Collective nods and mumbles were all around me as I envisioned a naked boy lying on the floor of the locker room. I actually felt sorry for him, but the idea of a big-dicked naked boy did bring butterflies to my stomach.
“Damn!” Shannon said. “He may be a grade below us, but I wouldn’t have minded seeing that.”
They giggled and chatted a bit more about him, but I wasn’t interested anymore. This picture in my head of a naked boy lying on the floor brought me back to a couple of months ago.
* * *
I was still trying to process the impact of what Dad had told us the night before. He told us he had gotten a promotion, and because of that, we had to move within a little over a month. I quickly learned there was zero room for arguing, and the decision was already made. And, boy, was I pissed! But what bothered me most was that Ryan and I would have to split up. To me, hooking up with Ryan last month was like I had struck gold. He was the hottest guy in our class, and I had recently decided I’d lose my virginity to him. Until Dad broke the bad news, that was.
We still had a little over a month before we would leave, but I had envisioned us having sex on a night where we’d be all alone, with a bath, candles, some nice music, and Ryan and I would tenderly make love to each other. This would take some planning, but this was taken from me due to this stupid move!
So here we were. His dad was gone for the afternoon, and Ryan had persuaded me to come over. We were kissing heavily, and Ryan’s hands were under my shirt, massaging my boobs, which felt great. But when he lifted my shirt and unclasped my bra, I knew this was the moment. I was about to lose my virginity and suddenly nervous as hell! My mouth was dry, my heart beating in my throat, and my hands were shaking. I hadn’t realized this last bit until Ryan said I should get naked.
He was lifting his shirt as he said this, and I was slightly disappointed about his underdeveloped chest. He didn’t look as hot shirtless as most of us girls had imagined. He had a charming and sexy face, but as he undressed further, I realized that was all. The bulge in his underwear was noticeable, but only because his boner was making a tent in it.
I was hoping he’d take the rest of my clothes off, all romantic-like, but I figured that wasn’t going to happen, so I removed my pants and panties myself. I’d already given up on the idea of candles and stuff. He didn’t even have on any music.
I lay back down on his bed naked, feeling a bit exposed, but I tried to keep my cool, and my eyes were focused on him as he neatly folded his clothes and laid them aside. He unceremoniously dropped his boxers, and his barely four-inch boner popped out. The thick bush above and around it made it look even smaller. As he took the few steps toward the bed, I kept eying it and was amazed at its stiffness. It hardly even moved as he took his steps.
He eyed me from top to bottom and said, “You look nice, Emma,” as he crawled onto the bed and between my legs. But the way he said it felt a bit fake, even obligatory, maybe. I knew he wasn’t a virgin, at least so he told me and everyone else he could brag to about this, so I guessed it was normal to talk like that during sex.
He lay his body on mine, and I felt the tip of his dick touch the outside of my pussy. I was so nervous at that moment that I almost forgot to breathe. Ryan looked at me and asked, “Ready?”
Was I ready? I wanted to do this, but weren’t we supposed to do something first? Didn’t I get to touch his hard dick? Didn’t he want to touch my pussy? I liked to touch my pussy, why wouldn’t a boy want this? What about a blow job? I’d never done it, but didn’t he want one? My pussy wasn’t that wet, yet, either. Usually, when I was about to touch myself, I was wetter than I was at this moment. So, was I ready? I didn’t know.
All I could do was nod. Without any further ado, Ryan started poking around. It took him several tries, but eventually, he found my entrance. The tip of his dick moved between my folds and entered me. It was a very, very, very good feeling as my pussy stretched around it, and I was being entered for the very first time in my life. But then came the pain… with a sudden and firm push, Ryan tried shoving his dick into me all the way to the hilt.
“Ouch!” I groaned and pushed against his chest.
He looked at me as if I was doing something wrong here. But a fake smile appeared on his face as he tried to soothe me and said, “Don’t worry, Babe. It always hurts in the beginning. It’ll start feeling good any second now.”
Looking back, I should’ve listened to my heart and ended it right there. But I didn’t want to disappoint Ryan and be blamed for being a cocktease. So, I gave him a slight nod, and Ryan started pulling back out. When he moved out, I felt that sting again, but it was much weaker now. I knew it wasn’t my hymen because I used a hairbrush a couple of weeks ago to get rid of it just to make sure this moment wouldn’t hurt so much.
I just wasn’t wet enough. Sure, I was nervous, but not scared. My pussy was still relatively dry, I guess, and he kept pulling and pushing into it. Maybe if we had taken the time to… As Ryan pulled back, he slid out completely, and he had to poke around a couple of times again before he was back in the right spot. But he did it with such force it actually hurt me a little bit. And once he found my entrance, he pushed in firmly again, and the sting inside was back immediately. He quickly found his rhythm and started moving in and out. They were small, rabbit-like thrusts. But the good thing was that he didn’t hurt me much this way.
The pain was now mostly gone, his dick had brought my wetness up from inside, finally, and when I looked at his face, he had his eyes closed and started moaning. I remember thinking that was a good sign. It must mean he was almost done. And sure enough, a couple of moments later, he grunted and slammed completely inside. He once again did this with such force I felt that painful sensation again. But before it really registered, his dick started kicking inside, and I could feel his cum leave his body and enter mine.
He was panting heavily, and all I wanted was to push him off and get dressed. If this was what sex was about, I didn’t want it. But before I could do anything, he started kissing me, and I just had to return it. He must’ve sensed something was off because he broke the kiss and looked at me with a knowing smile.
“Don’t worry, Babe. This will get better for you, too, after a couple of times.”
I nodded and forced myself to smile back at him. We got dressed quickly and that was that. During the afternoon, I felt some of his cum leak out of me, and my mom looked quizzically at me when I announced I was going to take a shower. During that shower, I thought back to it… to losing my virginity. To finally having sex for the first time. The start was awful, and I knew Ryan was a selfish guy, but that couldn’t be the way all boys were. And once he got going, it didn’t feel half-bad, so I did see the potential of it all. I just regretted my first time was with him and not with someone who actually cared about me.
End of part one
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