1. Turning Tables


    Date: 7/2/2016, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Cruelty, Foot or shoe fetish, Humiliation, Non-consensual sex, Reluctance, Romance, Teen, Water Sports/Pissing, Written by women, Author: AshenGirl, Source: sexstories.com

    1. Zoe Fields. An eighteen-year-old flurry of thin, long blonde hair reflecting the sun; a perfect summer's smile set in a model's angular face; long, flexible limbs in tight clothes scampering about the high school grounds without a care in the world. Friendly, likeable, polite. Excellent grades, loved by her teachers, admired by her friends. And secretly loathed by girls of the less popular variety. But even Zoe lacks something. I think it's "strength." I mean, she never abuses her position and while she is generally very kind towards students outside the group of the coolest girls in school that she always hangs out with, she would never make friends with "outsiders" and certainly doesn't want to be caught with a "nerd" when her friends are around. And I think she has always had a guilty conscience about that. It seems to me that she wants to hug the whole universe and save all people in the world, but the unwritten laws that have formed around us are just too powerful even for her. She has preferred the safety of not having to provoke the Law. I can't say I blame her one bit: a stunning girl like her would have way too much to lose. Who am I? Zoe's opposite, I suppose. Name's Natalie Hahn, just turned nineteen; I'm the shy, introverted girl with a "secret" grudge towards all of creation. Since my social skills are crap, I've had to develop an intellectual lifestyle: read difficult books, write poems, have edgy opinions on "the issues" (I've just started to outgrow that). ...
    I even had a gothic phase during the beginning of high school, although I grew out of that too (mostly because I hardly knew how to wear that stuff and my attempts at face-paint made people laugh rather than shiver with fear). I still wear mostly black clothes—you know, black slim fit jeans, black t-shirt, black nail polish—and I suppose a lot of people still see me as a loser "goth chick" of sorts because even without makeup I'm as pale as a corpse and have long dark hair. My lanky, thin body just tops it all. And they're not wrong about the "loser" thing. I'm still a virgin. The boys don't seem to want me, and the ones who do are probably just as socially incompetent as I am, so no game. But my libido is insane and I've consumed pornography for more years than is probably normal for a girl my age—that I'm desperate for sex is an understatement and the fact that I can't have it and must adhere to online fantasies just accentuates how pitiful my life is. Now, Zoe and I happen to attend some of the same classes in school; that's been routine since a couple of years now. We haven't been unfriendly to each other, but otherwise we avoid each other's gazes as per teenage protocol. In this our final term before college, however, we've been forced into mixed study groups—probably in an attempt from the teachers to have us befriend people we usually don't hang out with. Zoe and I were put into a group with two others named Jim and Patricia. So during this spring Zoe and I have been ...
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