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She Was Perfect

mibrainisdead on Teen Stories

This is my first story. It’s a tiny bit long ‘cause I’m used to putting as much details as I can in a story. I’d appreciate any comment on it. Don’t be nice. Be brutal. If comments are positive, there will be a sequel. Hope you like.

 

Dave Mathews was seventeen and was bored to death. The teacher was rambling on about magnetic fields and their effects on electron beams. Who the hell cares about electron beams anyway? He didn’t remember why he had opted for Physics. The tests were tough, the teacher was boring and his peers could have been car

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ved out of stone.

Dave was not stupid. He got decent grades in all his classes without studying too hard. He particularly excelled at English. Writing stories was what he did best. He looked out of the window, wondering when the bell would ring. His eyes were drooping when his gaze fell on a lovely brunette sitting one desk to his left, one row in front of him.

Lovely was not the word Dave would use to describe her. Divine was more like it. Long brown hair that cascaded to her lower back, elegant eyebrows, deep hazel eyes, round lips that were currently adorned with pink lip-gloss, a soulful voice and a melodious laugh. Her body was heavenly, with a near-perfect chest (neither too small nor overly big), a slim hourglass figure, a nice and round backside and a pair of legs that seemed to go on forever. Those curves of hers had kept him wide-awake at night when he fantasized about her.

Now I remember why I’m in this God- forsaken class. He remembered sitting through Newman’s dull classes, staring at her, without any dirty thoughts, just staring at her. He was so mesmerized by the sight that he almost didn’t hear the bell. Almost. He quickly gathered his things and shoved them in his bag. Yes! Lunch, here I come. Beware the D-man! He made his way to the door and got out, relishing the sensation of freedom. He was heading for the cafeteria when he heard his name.

He turned around and found himself face-to-face with his dream girl. A blonde girl was standing besides her, eyeing him distastefully.

“Gwen, what’s up? Love your hair,” Dave said.

“Thanks. Love your … uh… shirt?” the brunette replied.

Dave laughed. Gwen Mitchels and him had been friends for nearly eight months now. They had met in Rodriguez’s English class. She was having difficulties writing her own stories and had needed a tutor. Since Dave was usually toping the class, Rodriguez had asked him to help her out. They had quickly become friends.

“The shirt sucks. Thanks for trying.”

“The shirt’s not the only thing that sucks,” the blonde muttered.

“Nice meeting you too, Sarah.”

“Meeting you is never nice,” Sarah Green replied acidly.

“So charming, as always. You should switch to decaf.”

Gwen had remained silent throughout the whole exchange. She had since long grown used to their constant snipping. “Enough, you two. Hey Dave, I’m having problems with that theme Rodriguez gave us. You think I could show up at your house for some prompting?”

“You mean you’ll show up with popcorn and chips and soda and watch me write your thing?”

“Exactly.” This was their private joke.

“Okay, be there at five. I’ll be a little busy.”

“Busy doing what? Chasing that old hag of a neighbor you have?” Sarah said, interrupting them as she used to.

“No, I’ll be with your mom in bed.”

Sarah’s nostrils flared and she looked like she would lash out. Dave was ready to rumble, tired of the insufferable little twat. Gwen stepped between them, breaking the moment’s mood.

“Guys, lighten up.”

Sarah and Dave still openly glared at each other but slowly looked away.

“I’ll be going. I have to eat,” Dave said as he retreated from the battlefield.

Gwen was looking at Sarah. Dave was walking briskly but was still able to hear their conversation, despite the noise around him.

“You’re not nice to him,” Gwen said.

“There’s something about him that rubs me the wrong way,” Sarah replied defensively.

“He looks cute today. He should change his clothes more often.”

“He looks shitty, just like the other days. You should forget about him. You sound like you have a crush on him,” Sarah said disapprovingly.

“Maybe I do but…”

Dave was too far way to hear the rest but his heart skipped a beat. Gwen thinks I’m cute. Oh man, that’s GREAT. He was feeling euphoric when he sat down to eat his sandwiches. He felt for the first time since meeting her that he had the chance to ask her out. Gwen was drop-dead gorgeous but she didn’t have a boyfriend. She was very shy around boys she didn’t know and often wore baggy clothes that hid her well-proportioned seventeen-year-old body. Many guys thought she was fat or something like that, but Dave knew better. He had seen her in a few tight fitting outfits before. Once, she came to school wearing a pink and green miniskirt, a short-sleeved (and small) red shirt that gave a generous view of her cleavage and assorted bangles and shoes. His heart had gone pitter-patter when he had seen her, red blood cells racing throughout his body and to one particular spot between his legs. She was currently sporting blue baggy jeans, a loose white tee and sneakers. Not the kind of attire that would attract a lot of attention.

Five o’clock couldn’t come soon enough. Dave dressed appropriately in a pair of old jeans, a loose tee and slippers. He was feeling giddy and was overflowing with energy. There was finger food on the table in the living room and a few books scattered here and there. He heard a curt knock on the door and hastily went to open it. His eyes bulged out of their sockets.

Gwen was wearing a small white shirt that was almost transparent, a pair of tight green jeans, a small denim jacket and black Nikes. She wasn’t wearing any artifices like bangles or necklaces; she didn’t need to. The sun was behind her and gave her brown hair a golden aura. Dave was so stunned by her beauty that he was staring at her with his mouth hanging down and had an instant hard-on.

Fortunately, Gwen was looking the other way while he was drooling over her body. He adopted a detached attitude and stepped back, letting her in. Gwen gave him a small smile and went directly to the living room. He ran his hands through his neck length hair and took a deep breath. He walked to the room and settled on the sofa, next to Gwen.

They started to work, meticulously ploughing through the books in front of them, occasionally making small talk. After twenty minutes, Gwen started complaining about the temperature, telling him that she was feeling hot and needed a break. She took off her jacket and stretched. Dave tried hard not to stare. He could discern her breasts -round and creamy- through the shirt she wore. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Yep, it sure is hot in here , he thought. She got up and went in the kitchen to get some water.

“Say, were are your parents?”

“They’re at a party at my dad’s workplace. They’ll be back at ten or something like that.” Thank God for that.

They continued working for another half-hour before they took a break. Gwen leaned back and closed her eyes. Dave took advantage of the generous view of her chest. They ate quietly, enjoying the food when Gwen spoke.

“Do you have a girl friend?”

Dave was surprised but didn’t show it. He just looked at her. She turned to him.

“Do you?” she repeated.

“No. I’m working on it.”

“I’ve seen you hang out with Cassie Sheafer,” she said. He heard a trace of jealousy in her voice. Could this be happening? Was Gwen coming on to him?

“She’s just a friend.”

“Like me?” she asked.

Dave felt nervous. What did she mean? “No one’s like you,” he replied truthfully.

“That’s so sweet.” She looked at him, blushing slightly.

“I mean no one’s as stupid as you,” he said, smiling.

Gwen started to hit him. “ You’re the most aggravating guy I ever met!” she said angrily. Dave laughed and grabbed her hands. Their eyes made contact. They stared at each other for a long time before Dave spoke.

“Can I kiss you?”

In response, Gwen leaned towards him and pressed her luscious lips against his. He let go of her hands and cupped her face with his right hand while his left hand pulled her closer. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him even closer. She kissed him with a hunger, a passion that seemed almost unnatural. Dave had kissed his share of girls but it had never felt so … right. So passionate and good. Gwen had never seemed so delicate, so tantalizing.

After a dozen eternities, they pulled back. Dave was trying to catch his breath. “I had a crush on you ever since I saw you in that hag’s class,” she whispered as she nibbled on his ear. She brushed his cheek with her lips. “I had a crush on you before I met you,” Dave replied. Gwen looked at him. Just looked at him. She leaned towards him again and grabbed him.

Their second kiss was even more intense than the first one. She threw herself over him, sitting on his lap, straddling him. She was holding his face in her hands while his were roaming to her lower back. She hungrily sucked on his lips, clearly not wanting to let go of him. His hands slid under her small shirt, lifting the rim up to her armpits, exposing those twin mounds of creamy flesh beneath the material. He could feel them pressing against his chest. Gwen shoved her tongue down his throat. He was taken aback but quickly recovered. He replied with equal intensity, eliciting a moan from Gwen. It was so good he never wanted to let her go. She released his face, still kissing him, and took his hands in hers. She lowered them to her belly and finally placed them above his head. He felt her pull back and reluctantly let go.

Gwen stood up, took his hands and led him to his bedroom. She closed the door, locked it and pulled the curtains. Dave had a pretty good idea what she wanted to do but didn’t want to press her or do something stupid. She turned to him and kissed him again. Not for long though, just a quick peck on the lips. She tasted like strawberry. She dropped on the bed and patted the sheets next to her. Dave took the hint and sat down beside her.

“This is a bit of a surprise for me,” Gwen said shyly.

“It’s a surprise for me too.”

“When did you say your folks would be back?” she asked coyly, knowing the answer fully well. She began to fiddle with her shirt’s buttons.

Dave could barely speak. He mumbled a few incoherent words then cleared his throat. “Around ten” was all he could muster. Gwen leaned towards him, drawing his mouth close. He could feel her breath on his lips. “That’s long enough,” she whispered.

She kissed him. His mind went blank, just like when he ate his mom’s homemade apple pie. So lost in the kiss was he that he didn’t feel her fingers on his shirt, slowly lifting it up. He opened his eyes and saw Gwen’s mischievous smile. She took his tee off and dropped it on the floor then turned back to him. He could see her eyes flicker across his well-built body (despite the small fat deposit).

“Nice,” she said.

“I work out sometimes,” he replied in an off-hand manner and a shrug.

She put her hands on his torso and pressed them against it. She kissed him again and licked his lips. “Lie down,” she ordered. He obediently lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He heard something unzip and felt his jeans being taken off his hairy legs. He was impatiently waiting for what was going to happen. His hard-on was tenting his boxers. He felt a fingernail caress the tip through the fabric and slide to the elastic band that kept it confined. The boxers were taken off with a quick jerk.

He raised his head and looked at her. She was hesitating, her mouth not far from his dick’s head. “I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what to do,” she said, with no slight amount of blushing.

“Do whatever you want,” Dave said, still not wanting to rush. He had waited for so long for this to happen that he wasn’t going to ruin the moment by doing a mistake. He put his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. He didn’t see Gwen smile at his confidence in her almost non-existent skills.

He felt her hot breath on his cock and seconds later, her lips. She kissed the tip and put the head past her lips. At first Dave didn’t feel anything until her tongue started running over the head, sending sparks to his brain. He had never experienced something so good before. Her mouth started moving up and down in a rhythmic movement, slowly but surely engulfing the whole of his manhood, drawing out a long moan from his lips. He was just a modest and average six inches long but his length allowed her to take it all in her hot mouth. She continued bobbing up and down along his hard shaft, picking up speed. He was in heaven, feeling like a thousand fingernails were caressing his every nerve, sending bolts of pleasure soaring directly to his brain.

Gwen started to use her hands more often than her mouth and tongue. He was surprised that he hadn’t cummed yet. It seemed that she was becoming more experienced with each passing second. He felt his seed start to boil in his testicles. He put his hands on Gwen’s head and tried to force her off his dick. She didn’t seem to want to let go but he couldn’t afford to cum now. He gently lifted her face up and looked her in the eye.

“Not now.” Gwen looked disappointed but relaxed and leaned back, resting on her palms. “Lie down and close your eyes. It’s my turn now.” Gwen did so with a small smile on her beautiful lips.

Dave leaned on her, kissing her neck, cheek, ear, hair, collarbone, kissing just about everything he could. He inhaled her hair’s scent: cinnamon. His hands slowly crept to her shirt’s buttons. He undid them with excruciating slowness, keeping the fabric over her soft breasts, covering those magnificent mammary glands. He undid them all and unzipped her jeans before looking at her face. She was still smiling blissfully, waiting for what was coming.

He slowly parted the cotton shirt and gazed lovingly at the twin mounds of flesh on her chest. He tried to take her shirt off but chose against it; she looked much prettier with than without it. He only let the white material fall to her sides. He leaned towards them, blowing on them softly, watching Goosebumps form on the flesh. He took the right breast in his mouth, marvelling at its warmth. He gently sucked and licked it, occasionally scraping it with his teeth, eliciting long moans from Gwen. He was careful not to touch the left breast. He continued the gentle treatment then became more forceful, sucking on it harder, using his teeth more often, almost brutalizing it. Suddenly he pulled back and clamped his mouth over the left breast.

He nibbled on the nipple and watched it go erect. He started the same treatment he had used before. Slow, gentle and careful, then fast, hard and brutal. Gwen seemed to be enjoying it, judging by the number of moans coming from her. His skills were also growing by the minute. He slowly took his mouth off the no-longer-soft flesh beneath him and started massaging Gwen’s chest. His hands methodically rubbed and squeezed her breasts, sometimes twitching the nipples. Gwen started shuddering and he pulled back, watching her face contort with what he thought was pleasure. He hadn’t even started.

When the shuddering recessed, his hands inched towards her jeans. He took them off as gently as he could and set them on the floor. Gwen was wearing pink panties, fastened at both ends with small knots. He untied them and took them. The scent of her sweet nectar almost overwhelmed him. He pressed his face against her pussy, enjoying the scent. He saw a small tuft of brown hair and playfully tugged on it then got to business.

He licked the small bit of skin protruding out and sucked on it for a while. He then parted her lips slightly with his fingers and plunged his tongue inside her. He lapped at her pussy for some time, taking all his time. His used his fingers to rub her clit, up and down, then in small circles, all the while using his tongue. He felt Gwen’s hands press his head to her opening, urging him on. He doubled his licking speed and made wider and wider circles with his fingers. He felt her stiffen then suddenly his face was flooded with sweet smelling nectar. Gwen was arching her back like a cat, holding his head between her legs.

Dave lapped as much liquid as he could before withdrawing, trying to catch his breath. He looked at Gwen, a smile on his boyish face. Her face was red and she was panting like a dog. “Come here, you,” she said, pulling him close and kissing him full on the lips. Her tongue moved around in his mouth, tasting her own juice. Dave realized they were both almost as naked as the day they were born. They were both wearing white socks and Gwen still had her white shirt on. It turned him on to see her almost nude in that small thing.

They kissed for some time, hands roaming over each other’s body. Gwen lied down on the bed in a suggestive pose, a naughty glint in her eyes. He was oh-so-tempted but managed to hold back. “I’m not doing anything without protection,” he said, with a resolute expression. Gwen pouted a bit, making her lower lip jut out in a petulant manner. She reached for her pants and withdrew five condoms from her back pocket. She threw them to Dave.

“Just in case.”

“You carried those things every time you came to meet me or was it just this once?”

“Just this once.”

Dave tore open one of the packages and slipped the thin rubber over his raging erection.   He placed the other four condoms on his bed table and slid to Gwen. She kissed him and positioned him over her, missionary style. He put his head over the slit, playfully rubbing the tip against her clit. He finally slid the head inside her, stopping when he encountered her hymen.

“This is gonna hurt like a bitch from what I hear.”

Gwen looked at him with those big, round eyes and bit her lower lip, resolved to accept the pain. She nodded once, gripping his shoulder tightly. Dave locked his gaze with hers and pushed.

She muffled a scream and bit her lip more forcefully. He felt her hands clutch his shoulders more fiercely. She shivered then laid still, silent tears running down her cheeks. He kissed her, hoping to take away some of her pain.   He remained motionless, giving her time to recover and adjust to the invader. Her tears recessed and she wiped them from her eyes. She kissed him and nodded once more.

Dave did not have much experience. In fact, he had none. He decided to move in and out of her slowly, to avoid more injury. He used his hips to thrust more vigorously. Gwen started moaning. He kept his pace, trying his best to please her and keep from cumming too soon. He kept experimenting, finding new ways to pleasure her. She put her legs around his hips, accompanying him in his thrusts. They moaned in harmony, bodies locked in a passionate embrace. The missionary position was basic but most enjoyable for a first roll in the hay.

He finally reached his peak, thrusting faster and harder. Gwen was also quickly getting ready to climax. She moaned louder, gyrated her hips to get more pleasure. He felt his cum rush to the tip of his penis, erupting out and splashing against the rubber material. He pressed himself against Gwen’s body, feeling her shudder uncontrollably, feeling her pussy become hotter until she finally exploded with a loud moan, sending her juice running out of her opening and against the meat inside her. They were both sweaty, bodies still hot, skin burning with desire for each other. Dave glanced at the digital clock on the bed table: Six twenty-seven. He rolled off Gwen and took off the condom, throwing it in a litter basket. They lay next to each other, trying to catch their breath, still under the effect of their first time together.

He stroked her breasts, sensing how hard they were. She kissed him long and deep, as if rewarding him for this wonderful experience. They still had plenty of time; Gwen had phoned home earlier to tell her parents she would be staying till late.

“How was it?” he asked, sliding his right hand to her belly.

“Great,” she replied, taking his hand in hers. She squeezed it and kissed the tip of his fingers.

“I think I need to rest.”

She pouted. “Who’ll take care of me?”

“The delivery guy.”

She smacked him on his head, stopping his laughter abruptly. Then she turned her back to him and curled into a ball. “I’m not talking to you anymore,” she said in a girlish voice.

Dave grabbed a towel and dried himself then slid back into bed. His right hand settled on her exposed hip and squeezed the soft flesh beneath. His hand moved to her belly, going up, to her beautiful breasts, caressing them with the tip of his fingers, making his lover shiver again.

She batted his hand away and curled more tightly, trying to deny him access to her twins. Well, if she wanted to play…. He caressed the soles of her feet, making her giggle. He moved up, along her leg until he reached her thighs. He paused for effect and moved to her hip. He snuggled closer to her, wrapping his right arm around her waist, leaving his hand on her belly. His cock was pressing between her cheeks, ready for any further action.

He heard her breathing accelerate. The proximity of his body was turning her on, he could tell. His hand creeped to her flower, covering it with his palm. He slowly separated his fingers, using each one to rub her clit. He rubbed and squeezed softly, gradually picking up speed. He slipped one finger inside her, exploring her. She moaned and closed her legs, trying vainly to stop him. He inserted another finger. He pumped them in and out, slowly at first then fast then he stopped altogether. He slid a third finger and rubbed the walls, moving his fingers faster. Gwen was panting now, pushed over the edge by the three fingers working inside her. She uttered a log, drawn-out moan as she had her third orgasm of the night.

Love juice drenched his fingers, running down her legs. Dave licked them, tasting her intimate secretion and scooped some in his wet fingers and brought them to Gwen’s open mouth. She grabbed his hand and sucked it dry before moving it to her hole again. Dave playfully pinched her clit.

“Still won’t talk to me?”

“All right, I give up. I want you. Now,” she said, turning to him and kissing him, passing her tongue over his. He tasted the juice still in her mouth. He broke the kiss and kissed her collarbone. “Roll onto your stomach.” She executed herself and waited. ‘Now, lift your ass in the air. Use your arms and legs for support. Good girl,” he added when she had finished.

He moved behind her and slipped on another condom. He rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy, teasing her. He finally slipped in when she said “Do it already!” He pushed himself in until his balls touched her bum then moved his right hand to her clit and started rubbing it as he moved in and out at an oh-so-slow pace. His left hand found its way to her asshole. He rubbed the skin around her anal entry in circles, occasionally touching the opening itself.

  Gwen was silently bucking her hips, accompanying him in his motion. He was not “hung like a fucking horse, nearly twelve inches long” and his dick wasn’t “as big as a soda can, with bulging veins along its shaft” but there was something else between him and Gwen, the passion of the moment, that made them feel so goddamn great.

He began to thrust faster, making her moan louder. His finger circled her clit with more pressure, his other hand slipping to the entrance of her ass. He quickly shoved his finger inside and heard Gwen cry out. It was quickly replaced with deep moans and ragged breathing. He worked his finger inside her, pressing it against the walls.

He could feel his cock move through the delicate skin as he thrust still faster. He knew he wouldn’t cum too quickly. His finger was now up to his knuckles inside her. He moved it around, feeling her anal walls. Gwen moaned louder. He slowed his pace and played with her. His fingers were working her up, making her mad with desire. He stopped moving and only used his fingers. She bucked her hips, still wanting more. Dave slid a second finger inside her ass, trying not to hurt her in the process. He didn’t want to go into her ass, at least not right now.

His two fingers were furiously moving in and out of her. He applied more pressure on her clit and slipped two fingers inside her. He felt his cock and her walls, rubbing them gently. She was still moving her hips, compensating for his slowness. He continued his game until she spoke.

“Do me or else I’ll scream bloody murder! The cops will come and ruin our good time!” she threatened. She started ranting about jail and her parents when Dave suddenly removed all his fingers and started to thrust forcefully, again in control. Gwen’s voice was cut abruptly as she was penetrated once again. She bucked more fiercely, moaned louder and started to shake her head. Dave was nearing his climax. Sensing this, Gwen doubled her efforts. The combined motion made the bed rattle and move back and forth.

Dave couldn’t take it anymore. He let out a loud grunt as his seed emptied inside the condom. Gwen was louder, not quite screaming her delight but making noise nonetheless. It wasn’t one of those “earth-shattering screams” he had read about on the net. She didn’t “make noise that woke the whole block” or “make the windows rattle with the force of her voice”. You couldn’t hear anything outside but anyone in the living room would be getting a live show.

They remained in the doggie position, Dave kissing her neck and back, gently rubbing and squeezing her clit while Gwen hung her head and tried to catch her breath. He finally slid out and slumped on his back. Gwen took the condom off and proceeded to clean his dick. Her mouth felt great. He threw the used rubber in the bin, cleaned his fingers with the towel and glanced at the clock: ten past seven. His dick was shrinking when Gwen backed off.

She rolled on him and kissed him. He ran his hands through her silky hair, once again marvelling at his luck. They kissed long and deep. He inhaled her scent and caressed her soft alabaster skin. He rubbed her breasts, making her moan. They played with each other for another half hour or so when Dave started to get hard again. Gwen grinned and slipped a condom on him.

He smiled and threw her on the bed. He climbed on her and was inside her in one thrust. This was no longer lovemaking but plain fucking. He moved with renewed vitality, thrusting harder and faster than ever. The bed squeaked and rattled. Gwen laughed and racked his back with her long fingernails, wrapping her legs tightly around him as he pounded her relentlessly. The pain turned him on even more. Gwen was either laughing or moaning or doing a combination of both. He was able to hold himself for a relatively long time, this being his third fuck of the night.

He was shoving himself in and out of her for nearly twenty minutes when he felt his balls tighten. Gwen had thrown her head back and arched her back with ecstasy. Her mouth was open and ragged moans came out, as if she couldn’t keep up with him. He thrust one last time and grunted loudly as the remnant of his cum rushed outside and hit the sheath. Gwen squealed with delight as she had yet another orgasm.

Totally spent, Dave rolled off her and ripped off the condom. It hit the bin with a wet splat. They lay side-by-side and panted wildly, sweat drenching them and the bed. He looked between her legs and saw for the first time the blood on the sheet. Concern filled his eyes and he looked at his lover. She laid a finger on his lips, shushing him. She kissed him again and got up.

“I’m going to clean myself. Where’s the bathroom?”

“Second door to right of the stairs.”

She smiled mischievously. “Can you show me? I might need a hand to wash my back.”

Dave was up in an instant, grabbing her hand and practically running to the shower. They washed themselves and Gwen tried to suck his cock back to life but failed. They dried themselves, dressed and went downstairs. They worked on their homework for an hour or so then settled back into the couch. They kissed and snuggled closer, wrapping their arms around each other. Gwen slid her right leg onto his left thigh, trapping him against her, not an altogether unpleasant experience. They remained locked in this position, lips never far from each other until eight o’clock.

Dave was hungrily sucking on the skin at the base of her neck while she closed her eyes and laid a hand on his head, keeping him there. He stopped and looked at her.

“It’s late. Your parents must be worried.”

“My parents are always worried.”

He stroked her auburn her hair lovingly and kissed her. “I don’t want you getting in trouble.” He sat up, forcing her to sit straight. Their clothes were all rumpled but she till looked so damn beautiful to him. He walked her to the door and they said their goodbyes.

Her hand was on the knob when he turned her around, slammed her against the door and kissed her passionately, running his hands through her straight hair. She grabbed his head and neck and pulled him closer, hungrily kissing him back. They remained unmoving -save for their lips- for an eternity before he let her go.

She smiled, opened the door and was gone. He rushed upstairs, took the sheets to the laundry room and threw the condoms in the bin outside. He returned to the living room and plopped down on the couch. He traced the outline of her body on the cushions and sighed. What a night….

my brother

kobra0190 on Forced Stories

Hi my name is Bob and i'm 18 now and this is the story of when my brother raped me. I was 14 years old and already i knew that I was gay. My brother's name is Henry and  was 17 and straight, well I guess he was prolly bi but to my knowledge he was straight.

One day when i was in my room i was looking at some gay porn on my computer. I thought I locked the door but I guess I didn't. I unzipped my pants and took out my nice 5 and a half inch cock and started wacking off to guys blowing each other on the screen when all of a sudden Henry walked in my room and caught me.

"What the hell are you doing?" said Henry.

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"2">I quickly coverd myself and shut off the computer and said I wasnt doing anything. But he saw everything and I knew it.

"My little brother is a fagg, omg!"

"Please don't tell anyone, Henry."

"What you going to do for me so I don't tell?"

"Ill do your chores for a whole month."

Henry walked over to the door closed it and turned the lock.

"No, I don't think that will cut it, I'm going to need a bit more."

"What else do you want?"

"Your going to be my slave and do what ever I want you to do and if you don't do what I say I'll tell everyone your little secret."

"Ok, whats the first thing you want me to do?"

He unzipped his pants and let them hit the floor and then took off his boxers and said "your going to suck my cock, you fagg!"

To be continued.....

 

Tabitha Stern's First Time

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Tabitha Stern was originally from Nashville, Tennessee. She lived there until she was four, then moved to Los Angeles to be with her mother, and then moved back to Tennessee again when she was fifteen. A few years later she was in L.A. once again, this time to stay.

It was her time in L.A. that lead to her becoming a porn star by the time she was eighteen. She'd had many sexual experiences by that time, of course, but the first time was the most memorable.

She had been sick at school all day. The teacher let her go home early. Her mother was at work so she was alone in the house with no one to care for her.

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p>She lay down wearing her school uniform, which was a dark, knee-length skirt with a matching top, black shoes, and white stockings. She lay still for a moment and started moaning in discomfort.

She didn't have the slightest clue what medicines to take, so she figured she'd take a shower and go to sleep until her mother got home. Instead of getting dressed when she got out of the shower, she only put on a clean pair of panties and a tank top without a bra.

At this age, Tabitha was just getting to know her body. She had been masturbating almost every night before she went to bed. Lying in bed feeling drowsy like she did had brought out a desire to masturbate right there in the early afternoon.

She rubbed her pussy through her panties so she could feel the sensation of the thin material rubbing against her clit.

She thought of all the handsome boys in school. She imagined her fingers being theirs, and it was someone else who was making her feel so good right now.

She moved her panties to the side and touched her clit. Her leg twitched and her breathing got deeper.

She massaged the juicy outer lips with her palms, enjoying the way the heat felt. Then she slipped her middle finger between the inner lips and started humping her hand.

Soon, her finger was covered in pussy juice. She started licking it off while she used her other hand to pleasure herself some more. She kept switching like this for a few times more, just savoring the taste of her own sweet pussy.

She used one finger most of the time, but every now and then she would try to slip a second one inside and go as deep as she could until she felt pain. Then she'd pull it out, hornier from the pain, and thrust into her hand but faster and harder.

Her eyelids were terribly heavy. She could barely stay awake. The only thing that kept her from falling asleep was the need for an orgasm.

Her legs were wide and her pelvis rose off the bed to hump her hand. Her pussy muscles started jerking as she imagined a hard, thick, throbbing cock pounding into her hot, virgin pussy.

When her orgasm was over, she wiped her juices on the bed, turned on her side, and fell asleep within seconds.

She woke up when she felt the bed shaking. When she opened her eyes, Dell, her mom's new boyfriend was sitting next to her.

She really didn't like him that much. She blamed him for her mom and dad splitting up, and he always seemed to be watching her when he thought she wasn't paying attention.

He asked her why she was home so early. She explained that she was sick and the teacher told her to leave.

He touched her forehead. She pushed his hand away and said, "I'll be alright, Dell."

"I'll be the judge of that," he said. "Look, I know you blame me for your mom and dad splitting up, but I didn't have anything to do with it, okay? They were broke up long before me and her got together."

Tabitha didn't say anything. It felt odd being with him now that he had come right out and talked about it. Up to that point, neither of them had said anything about it. Their interaction with each other mainly consisted of evil looks and one-sentence conversations.

"Well, are you gonna be okay with me now?"

She was quiet. There was something strange happening that had never happened before. Just that fast, she had developed a fondness towards Dell.

"I'm sorry, Dell," she said extending her hand.

Dell shook it and said, "Let's see if we can get you feeling better." He turned her on her side so he could have access to her back.

"It's okay, Dell. I'll be okay. I just need some rest."

He ignored her and started massaging her shoulders. "I was a medic in the Gulf War."

"Really? Wow," she replied.

She turned completely the other way. She was nervous with him massaging her back, but it felt so good she didn't say anything. Plus it was their first good time together and she was afraid of ruining it. Their conversation had actually made it past one sentence. Amazing!

She was relaxing and feeling a little better. On top of that, she was starting to get these funny feelings in her private area-feelings that reminded her of the way it felt when she masturbated.

She really got frightened when he worked his way around to the front and started touching her breasts.

"What are you doing, Dell?"

"I'm the medic. Just relax."

What could she say? Dell was a real medic so she figured he must have known what he's doing. He had to know what was best for her.

As she was thinking it over, she felt his hand move slowly from her shoulder to her breasts. Then it went straight down the side of her body and stopped on her pussy. He was touching her special spot.

She couldn't say anything to stop him. It felt so good. It was like she was masturbating again, but this time it was someone else touching her and it made it feel so much better.

The only problem was that she thought it was wrong. He was a grown man and her mother's boyfriend at that.

She looked over her shoulder and asked, "Are you supposed to be touching me in my private area like that?"

"Just relax."

"Would mom like this?" she asked.

"Yes," he said quickly.

"Do you think I should tell mom how you make me feel better?"

He looked away and his eyes started flickering back and forth like he was trying to think of something to say. He said, "Uh…no, we shouldn't tell your mother. She wouldn't understand. Well, you are eighteen, right?"

"No."

Dell snatched his hand away from her pussy like he'd touched a hot stove. "How old are you?"

"Just eighteen. I just turned about a month ago."

"Oh," he said, and resumed fondling her pussy through her panties.

Tabitha wasn't as naïve as she let on. She knew it was wrong to have sex with her mother's boyfriend, but like so many teens before her, Tabitha couldn't control herself now that her hormones were racing.

Dell was cute. He was older and more experienced, which turned her on a lot more. Above all, she was probably the last virgin in the senior class and wanted to experience sex before she graduated.

He started rubbing harder on her teen pussy, giving a lot of attention to her clit and pussy hole. She spread her legs a little wider. She closed her eyes and let out a low moan.

"Does that make you feel better?" asked Dell.

She looked up at him and smiled with her eyebrows arched. She nodded and said, "It's pretty good."

She was lying totally on her back now. Dell continued fingering her teen cunt with his left hand and used the other for her upper body.

He rubbed her all across her tits and belly in small circles. She opened her legs a little farther again, and Dell slid a finger a little deeper into her snatch. It met with some resistance, which let him know she really was a virgin. Used pussy could never be this tight.

She was a really sexy blonde. Her hair was tied in a ponytail. She had a petite figure with ample tits and big, juicy nipples.

Her panties and tank top were pink and had little flowers in them. They made her look so sexy lying spread out on the bed like that.

"I'm kinda scared," said Tabitha.

"Don't be scared. Just relax, I told you. Something that feels this good can't be wrong, right?"

She didn't answer. She closed her eyes and moaned as Dell continued finger fucking her. She slowly ground her hips in sync with the movements of his hands. She was seriously soaking wet now and tingling all over.

He helped Tabitha take her panties off. His cock stiffened like a brick when he saw what was underneath.

Her pussy was shaven even though it looked like the hair had started growing back, and it was very juicy like somebody had given the outer pussy lips a collagen injection.

Without the panties in his way, Dell could get much better access to her genitals. He used his index and ring fingers to hold her pussy open while he massaged her inner pussy lips with his middles finger. Soon, he had the whole room smelling like pussy.

"When I was in the Gulf War," Dell said, "there was a technique that we used to use to relax the ladies. It eased a lot of tension. Want me to do it?"

She nodded and whispered, "Okay."

For the first time all day, Dell seemed like he was in a rush. He pushed her legs as far apart as they would go. He spread her pussy lips, revealing a split that was pink and glistening wet.

He hungrily lowered his face into it and started flicking his tongue on her clit. He slid his tongue down her pussy and into the hole and went back to the top.

It tasted good and smelled equally as nice. It smelled like a combination of soap mixed with the natural scent of pussy.

Every part of Tabitha's body was tingling. She couldn't keep still. Her legs kept shaking as she wallowed in the feel of having her pussy eaten for the first time.

"Do you do this to mom? It's working," she said.

"Yeah, this is one of her favorite things to do."

He licked and sucked and slurped every part of her vagina. It got to the point that she was struggling to keep her legs from thrashing as her juices poured into his mouth.

Satisfied that she had had her first orgasm, Dell said, "You don't have a sore throat, do you?"

She nodded and said, "I do have a soar throat."

"Well, we also had another remedy when I was in the Gulf War." He stood and pulled his cock out. It was rock-hard and jumping in her face.

She said, "Isn't that wrong?"

"Just relax."

"That's gonna make my throat feel better?"

"It'll make it feel much better," he assured her.

She knew he was full of shit, but she was curious to see what it was like to suck a dick. She was very horny and didn't want to spoil the mood.

And why not suck his dick? He'd already fingered her and ate her pussy, so what difference would it make if they went all the way?

Tabitha asked, "What do I do?"

He said, "Just suck it. Just put it in your mouth and-"

Tabitha leaned forward and sucked the head of his swollen member into his mouth. She opened her mouth wider and engulfed the whole thing almost, which surprised Dell because he thought he was dealing with an inexperienced teenager.

She sucked hard and let it slip from her mouth, then sucked him deeper. It went so deep that the head of his cock touched the back of her throat.

"Yeah, just like that," he groaned.

She was a natural. She was so good that it made him wonder if she was one of those girls who had sucked a lot of dicks by the time they got fucked in the pussy. Apparently so, because she was doing one hell of a job at it. She sucked him deep every time and let it out slowly as she looked up into his eyes for confirmation.

"Yeah," he moaned. "You're doing it just right."

She sucked his dick for a couple more minutes. It was one of the best blowjobs of his life, a lot better than Tabitha's mother. Tabitha even made her tongue spread wide and wrapped it around his cock while she was sucking it. She was driving him crazy.

Dell took his pants all the way off. His cock was pointing straight up. It was so hard it hurt.

Tabitha let a substantial amount of saliva build up in her mouth and went down on him. Dell guided her in and out by her blonde hair.

He had a nice view of her tight ass while she sucked his throbbing cock. He could imagine what the view from the other side must look like. The thought of Tabitha bent over with her body moving back and forth-pouty pussy lips squeezed between two supple ass cheeks. Yum.

He wanted to fuck her bad! He lay down in a hurry and told her to mount him like a bicycle and face away from him. He wanted a view of her ass.

She sat on his cock and put the head at the base of her pussy. There was a lot of heat coming off her crotch and it was dripping wet.

Tabitha paused as she was easing herself onto his dick. There was too much pain, but then Dell grabbed her hips and forced her all the way down.

She opened her mouth in shock, but she held the scream back because, as bad as it hurt, the pleasure outweighed the pain ten fold. Dell made small movements in, out, and side to side so her pussy could adjust to his dick.

After a couple of minutes of doing this, she leaned back and started grinding on his dick. She rocked back and forth, sometimes lifting up to feel it sliding out of her so she could lower her pussy and feel it sliding back in.

They rolled on their sides with Dell still behind her. She was out of breath and still moaning as he slowly penetrated her and fucked her from the back.

"You like that?" asked Dell.

She couldn't talk. She was too busy screaming and moaning. The bed was rocking all over the place from dell's aggressive thrusts.

"Ohhhhhh!" she cried as her pussy spasmed and a rush of cunt juice saturated his eager prick.

She closed her eyes and bit her fist as Dell got on his knees and rammed her harder than ever. He was excited that his own orgasm was approaching fast.

He looked down and watched his cock beating her tight little teen pussy. It was so tight and wet and…

Ohhhhhh!

He pulled back. His cock came out with a loud swish. There was cum already at the tip. It was jumping as streams of man juice were making their way up his shaft. He grabbed his cock and started jerking it until Tabitha's stomach was covered in his DNA.

It didn't help her cold much, but now she felt like a true woman.

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SDF - part 6 - chaotic behaviour

Deathnote on Teen Stories

(Song "Motivation" by Sum 41. Lyrics taken from plyrics.com)

What's the difference of never knowing at all?
When every step I take is always too small.


"Alright, let's go!!!" Trent shouted as he excitedly lifted his skateboard high up over his head. The adrenaline... the rush! There was no feeling like it in the entire world.

Maybe it's just something I can't admit but lately,
I feel like I don't give a shit.


The half-pipe was the best thing he discovered since busting out of his prison of a home. He managed to earn money by running some er
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rands every now and then. It was amazing how much speed was in demand these days. Unlike most delivery boys, he was able to deliver in one third the required time. Pizza, letters, messages... you name it. He'd find out the address even if you didn't tell him what it was.

Motivation such an aggravation,
Accusations don't know how to take them.
Inspiration's getting hard to fake it.
Concentration's never hard to break it.
Situation never what you want it to be.


All eyes were on him for it was always a show whenever it was his turn on the pipe. He earned himself the nick name "stray hound" on the first day he displayed his skills. He claimed to had never skate-boarded before, yet he learned advanced tricks by watching them performed.

What's the point of never making mistakes?
Self-indulgence is such a hard habit to break.
It's all just a waste of time in the end.
I don't care so why should I even pretend.


As if to encourage others to call him by his new name, he stole a black leather collar and wore it around his own neck. He earned other names for his deeds including "dare devil", "maniac", and strangely enough... someone called him "Tzuyu." That last one stuck to him for some odd reason... so he kept that one as well.

Motivation such an aggravation,
Accusations don't know how to take them.
Inspiration's getting hard to fake it.
Concentration's never hard to break it.
Situation never what you want it.

Nothing's new, everything's the same.
It keeps on dragging me down, it's getting kind of lame.
I'm falling further behind, there's nothing to explain.
No matter what you say nothing's gonna change my mind.


Trent/Tzuyu jumped off the top of the half-pipe and began his performance in front of a crowd of kids his age. The audience was cheering and egging the young dare devil on. Trent started things off with a nose grab followed by an indy and an airwalk. His best trick... he was going to save that for last.

Wheels were whirling on wood. Time stood still for him. His blood was boiling with adrenaline which was pumping at maximum pressure. Not a care in world... that was the kind of state his mind was in. There was no confusion about anything at all. Everything was clear to him... yet chaotic at the same time. Clear and chaotic... he wouldn't have had it any other way.

Can't depend on doubt until the end.
It seems like leaving friends has become
This years trend and though I can't pretend.
It's fine to be mislead.
It's not the same but who's to blame,
For all those stupid things I never said.

Motivation such an aggravation,
Accusations don't know how to take them.
Inspiration's getting hard to fake it.
Concentration's never hard to break it.


The wind was with him and they both knew it in their hearts. When it came to the air, Trent knew he was in safe hands. He could jump from high heights and launch himself from ramps without a single doubt in his mind. He'd jump off a cliff and knew he'd be okay. He'd attach rocket boosters to his feet and believe he'd come out alive.

The crowd screamed louder for the youngster to go up higher. They knew he could go higher. He knew they knew he could go higher. They've seen him go higher and wanted him to go even higher than when they've seen him go higher. He knew he wanted to go higher. He knew they knew that he wanted to go higher as well. This time, he was going to give them the highest he's ever gone before.

Motivation such an aggravation,
Accusations don't know how to take them.
Inspiration's getting hard to fake it.
Concentration,
Situation never what you want it to be.


"Oh my god!!! Is that... it is!!!" A commentator's voice.

Never what you want it to be.

"This dark horse of the tournament might have a chance, afterall!"

"Don't you mean dark dog? *Snicker*"

Never what you want it to be.

"There you have a it folks! First time contender, Trent "stray hound Tzuyu" Bloom has just performed a 720 backflip! That has got to earn points!"

"Yeah, alright!!! Gonna take number one!" Trent shouted as he pumped a fist into the air.

"Unfortunately, his registration seems to have disappeared... is he even competing legitimately?" One of the commentators asked as he searched through a bunch of papers.

"Uh oh, looks like I got found out!" Trent grinned as he jumped off the half-pipe when his skateboard strapped to his back. He landed onto the cement ground on all fours just as the security guards arrived. The audience booed the judges for disqualifying their favourite skater so fast.

"I'm sorry, son, but you gotta play by the rules," one of the guards apologized as he approached the young boarder.

"Nah, don't apologize. You wouldn't if you knew I'd do... this!" Trent laughed as he jumped as he dropped a lit firecracker into the guard's hands. He immediately ducked away from another guard as the firecracker went off.

"Damn kid. Get back here!"

"Ha ha ha!!!" Trent continued laughing maniacally as he scaled the walls like a monkey and jumped into the crowd of spectators. He was immediately lost in the sea of teenagers and young adults.

"Okay... that was wierd. How did he get past security in the first place?" The commentator asked, looking around.

"Kid should've just registered for the amateur tournament and made his way up. Say... does that mean he won or what? The audience seems to like him enough."

*****

"Shit, dude! That was awesome! 'Specially like the way you got out uncaught!" Spike exclaimed from behind the wheel of his convertible. "How'd you get past the guards, man?"

"Laxatives, my man. Laxatives," Trent grinned devilishly in the back middle seat with his arms crossed. "No one can mess with the genius of Trent Bloom."

"You rocked, man! Knew you'd be cool enough to hang with us!" Nails laughed as he clapped a hand on Trent's shoulder. He was seating right behind the driver's seat. He looked towards the others and asked, "didn't I say he was cool or what? The devil man! You were like Dare Devil out there!"

"Of course he's cool! He's always been cool! Hadn't I always said he was cool?" Razor exclaimed in the front passenger seat. He turned around and continued, "you're definately one of us now! We're like dogs who hunt in packs."

"Yeah, you're definately dogs alright," Sting smirked as she sat beside Trent, behind the front passenger seat. She turned her head and smiled sweetly at the new addition to the team. "Seriously, though, you were great out there."

"Thank you! Thank you! Greatest skater in the world is my new title!" Trent laughed as he stood up on his seat. He took his skateboard off his back as he jumped onto the trunk of Spike's car. He saluted to his new friends as he said, "now if you'll excuse me, I've got an appointment to attend to."

"Wha... we're on the highway! C'mon, you suicidal or something?" Spike exclaimed as he looked back, then front again.

"Ha ha, you're funny! We're on a bridge, not a highway," Trent continued laughing even after he jumped off the convertible, causing a pile-up worthy of tomorrow's headline news.

*****

"Okay, so now that he's shown his stuff, what you guys REALLY think of him?" Spike asked his friends as they hung out in a local park. Spike had dyed blue hair and a nose ring through his left nostril.

It was approximately one week after the skateboarding tournament and one of the hugest car pile-ups in recent history. Since then, the gang of punks allowed Trent to hang out with them. It didn't take long before Trent showed them that he was a nuisance not only to the society they hated, but also to them.

With Trent late to their latest meeting, the group discussed the pros and cons of their newest member. Spike and Sting were sitting on a bench under the shade of a large tree. Razor was sitting on a large rock while Nails was leaning against a tree.

"He's got balls, gotta give 'em that," Razor smirked as he pulled out a carton of cigarrettes. He took a stick out and lit it before taking a puff of smoke. His silver white hair covered his red eyes for a moment. As he blew out a whisp of white smoke, he added, "I always told you the guy's a psycho. Don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing."

"Dang, we don't even know where he lives. Gotta get some background info on him, ya know? Hey, I need one, too," Nails replied as Razor tossed him the carton. Neil was completely shaven bald and had a green beanie to hide it.

"Who cares who he is and what he can do? The guy's an idiot who pees outside during broad daylight!" Sting growled as she brushed back her auburn red hair, which was tied up in a small ponytail. She snatched the carton of cigarrettes out of Neil's hand and took the last one. As Neil began to protest, Sting continued, "did you know he chased around truck for a good half hour? The guy's probably a retard and you all know it!"

"Who's a retard?" Trent asked as he appeared upside down with his face in front of Sting. The devilish grin was there, which added to the effect of freaking out the red haired girl.

"Wha... you trying to give me a heart attack or something?" Sting gasped as she found herself behind the park bench, upside down with her knees over the back of the bench. Fortunately for her, she was wearing jeans for if she wore a skirt she'd be giving the guys a free peep show. However, this did not get rid of her humiliation which she immediately hid away by getting back to her feet. She glared at Trent, who was hanging upside from a tree branch. "Where did you come from? Why... are you upside-down like that?"

"Ninjas are sneaky people... kind of like Spider-man!" Trent chuckled as if the reason he was hanging from a tree was obvious. He grabbed hold of the tree branch with one hand for he was holding a six... five-pack with the other. He hung down from the tree with one hand this time before dropping down in front of the bench. "By the way, I got us some beer!"

"Dude... you are so cool," Razor said as he accepted one of the cans.

"Why's there five cans? Did you drink one?" Spike asked as he took a can as well. He looked at the label and saw that it was actually root beer. "By the way, this isn't real beer."

"Nope, I drank seven!" Trent grinned as he took a can and set the other two on the bench. He took one look at his can before showing it to the others, "and it is beer! Look! It even says so on the label!"

"Ah well, a beer's a beer," Nails shrugged as he took one of the cans.

"Tzuyu... mad dog... whatever your name is... we need to... ah... discuss some things about your... behaviour," Sting began as she took one of the cans. She put on one of her sweet smiles and said, "you see..."

"Oh! A squirrel!" Trent exclaimed as he saw something in the corner of his eye. He dropped his can of root beer and went running after the black rodent. "Here squirrely squirrely!"

"Um... Trent?" Spike began.

"GGGGRRRRRRRR..." Trent growled as he stopped in front of the hole his prey escaped into. He reached a hand into the hole and felt around for the squirrel.

"Do you see what I mean?" Sting sighed as she turned to the others, whom nodded at once.

Pop!

"He's resorted to using fire crackers now," Nails noted as he looked at what Trent was doing.

At that moment, a red brandspanking new Toyda ferrari rolled up in front of the youngsters. It was one of those new 2016 models with black tinted glass and V16 engine. Honda and Toyota banded together to design and manufacture the car. Only rich folks had that kind of ride. One name immediately came to mind.

"Whoa, that's a sweet ride," Spike whistled as he checked out his sworn enemy's car. The others immediately agreed and looked at the vehicle with envy in their eyes. Spike was proud of his convertible, but knew it paled in comparison with such a beast.

"Whatcha lookin' at? Whatcha lookin' at?" Trent asked as he appeared right behind his friends. He took one look at the ferrari and whistled, "Ooh... shiney..."

"Hey, isn't that..." Sting moved her head around to look at the car from a sharper angle.

"Yep... Greg and Brenda. The rich pricks who gets away with stuff all the time," Spike grinned evilly as he clasped his fingers together.

As the red car pulled away, Razor took one look at Spike and said, "you gotta stop acting like Mr. Burns."

"Hahaha, Simpsons is still going even though it started thirty years ago," Trent laughed.

"Uh... never mind, let's just follow them," Spike grumbled as he got up off the bench and headed for his car. "If you guys want some revenge, come with me. Trent, you should come along, too. You were with us that time, remember?"

"Hmm... I don't remember seeing the car... but that driver and girl I remember," Trent thought back to a few months ago, when he first met up with the gang. Back then, they weren't really much of a gang. They and about twenty others were just buddies who drank and partied together.

*****

A few months ago, Trent, Spike, Sting, Razor, and Nails were at one of those raves that lasted till dawn. Almost every single student from the local highschools were all there. There was... of course... booze and drugs available at the outdoor party. Heavy metal music by some new music band was playing over the loud crowd.

There was this one guy, one of the snotty higher class bunch named Greg. He and his uppity, but really hot girlfriend, Brenda were the 'leaders' of the group. Spike and the others made up the second group, the typical bad seeds up to no good. Well... suffice to say, the two groups did not get along very well with each other. It was only natural that the two groups would get into it during the rave.

Basically, what happened was that an extremely drunk rich Greg spilt beer on Spike. Spike got pissed off and demanded that the high-class leader apologized for the mess. Greg, in a cocky manner, apologized very insincerely before dumping an entire pitcher of beer over Spike's head. Drenched and angry, the blue-haired punk socked the rich boy in the face.

This started the battle between the two and escalated into a full-out brawl. Spike's friends and Greg's friends all got involved and pretty much wrecked the party. Trent could vaguely remember being more interested in the beer than in the fight. Dispite this, however, he still managed to take out five guys who could very well be from football teams.

Anyways, the police were soon involved and even though it was the rich kids who started the confrontation, it was the other group that got hauled in... including Trent (though he snuck out later). Since then, the group of bad seeds swore to get revenge the first chance they got.

*****

".... and that's why we're following them," Trent finished his self-narration.

"Dude, you sure you're up to this?" Spike asked as he took a left, following the red ferrari. "You realize what we're going to do, right?"

"Let's see... rope... hand-cuffs... enema bag..." Nails looked through a bag full of items.

"Um... why do you have all that?" Razor asked as he stared at Nails in disbelief.

Suddenly, Trent stood up in the convertible as soon as he heard a familiar sound. He turned around and noticed something in the corner of his eye. He immediately jumped out and ran after a certain vehicle playing a certain song. "ICE CREAM!!! ICE CREAM!!!"

"Okay, that's it, he's officially out of this group," Sting growled as she watched the crazed teen run after an ice cream truck.

"All those who agree, raise your right hand and say aye," Spike said as he raised his right hand.

"Aye," everyone said at the same time as they raised their right hand in unison with each other.