Chapter 5 Short Story

Both girls sprinted to obtain seats, since the majority of the class never figured out a specific arrangement to sit. To prevent another day of arguments with other classmates, Clarissa and Ann banded together to get seats next to one another. Their plan was successful with both seated in the front of the class. Clarissa and Ann looked at each other and Clarissa whispered with delight, “Ann looks like our mission was a success.” Ann just

When he stood up straight, Adri breathed in sharply. There was that fabulous, athletic body in nothing but his underwear. Moving her eyes up from his legs to his face, she saw he was blushing so much! Adri couldn’t help a little grin, but looked away instead of staring. Having watched her reactions, Miss Bridle also attempted to put her at ease and reassured her, “Adri, it’s okay to look.”

Sugar sat up as Wyatt leaned back in his chair and stretched. He turned his attention to a monitor that was anchored to the wall above the communications set up, on which four security camera feeds ran simultaneously, each taking up a quarter of the screen. There were wide-angle day/night security cameras trained on the exit points for each of the emergency tunnels, one aimed at the surface door at the top of the mudroom stairwell, and one that was positioned approximately halfway up the driveway that provided a view of the front yard, which Wyatt felt would be the most likely point of approach for any unwelcome visitors. That monitor and the cameras, along with the ham radio, were wired into both the main generator and a separate,

Miss Devasquez had the boys turn, and they stood there blushing bright and clutching their intimates. Greg and Zack both knew that it was pointless. They even knew that the girls liked to see them cover up because it showed how embarrassed they were and it was fun to make them move their hands. They couldn’t help covering though. They felt totally exposed, standing there without a stitch on while so many eyes feasted on their bodies.

Sofia was at the desk, and as his mouth dropped open at the sight of her shirt coming off, and girl sinking to her knees with paddle in mouth, he gasped and his eyes rolled back in his head. The only problem was that he'd forgotten about her bra, and ordered her to remove just the shirt. As his gaze unashamedly moved to her cleavage, and Stuart licked his lips, and squirmed in the seat, he considered ordering her to she remove the bra as well, but decided against it. That'd make it appear as if he were a novice, and he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of her their very first night together. Instead, in a croaky voice that emanated from a parched throat, Stuart Thomson forced another compliment, "Nice tits, bitch," and watched her crawl across the floor toward him with ever widening eyes and shortening breath. A woman was actually on her knees, and crawling. For him? This was so fucking

“Tori, get the girls their flowers”, Coach Fran whispered to me behind stage. The team was an emotional wreck. This was the last time that our seniors would perform with us. Makayla was stressed about her favorite girl leaving, Jamie was having a breakdown in the dressing room, and Haylie was trying to comfort her, and my coach was expecting me to be an anchor for the whole team in this situation. I quickly raced over as quietly as I could to my coach.

The girls were rolling up the mats at the end of tryouts when Coach W. pulled Melanie to the side. Manda noticed he was leaning a little too closely to the fifteen year old. He whispered something into the girl’s ear which made her turn sickly green. She fidgeted with her hands as she looked helplessly to the girls. After a short meeting, Coach casually asked Melanie to stay for some information about the uniform. The twins stared at each other with their frosty eyes and acknowledged wordlessly. Misty swung open the door when she caught Melanie’s eyes pleading silently for help. Misty looked up to see a swarm of lively birds flying across the somber sky and walked towards her car without

“The next moment they were in the shed, walking past the long line of stalls, when suddenly Nelly heard her father cry out: We've got him, sheriff! Block the door!”

From a young age, I began to resent the fact I was a girl because of the predisposed judgments I received. Growing up I was a "Tomboy": I dressed like a boy, played like a boy, and got along with the boys. I had always played co-ed tee-ball, soccer, swim, and had never thought anything of the gender differences. Then, Little League started; I was the only girl on ‘The Marlins". The first practice the coach calls us in for a huddle around the pitcher's mound. He shouts, "Come on in boys!" our eyes meet. In a softer tone, he says, "Oh, and girl." Suddenly, I was put into a bubble I had not known existed, and as Hasselstrom explains, I felt "very small"(356, 20). I continued with practice in silence. The season continued with every practice starting the same; find a partner to play pass with. When I looked up to find a partner; eyes darted and backs turned. No one wanted to play with "the girl." By the third week, I stopped trying and went straight to the coach. After every practice, I went home

"Three children were found in the hands of a bad man. He is being considered an Invalid, from the conditions of these children." Mrs. Kraukovich starts, she naturally has a fast pace. Probably to make up for her shortness. We walk along the cement paths, passing by the four dorms. There are two coed dorms and two non-coed dorms. The nurses give out condoms like candy so hearing sex noises is so normal that if a teacher doesn't hear any when walking through a dorm, they ask what's wrong.

The female shoulder strikes again at the Superior High School. A poor sophomore was rushed to the nurse’s office after witnessing the uncovered shoulder of one of the females in his class. The rest of his male classmates quickly shielded their eyes from this disgusting display of shoulders. “Girls are not supposed to admit they have shoulders much less show them.” said one classmate. “It’s an appalling and despicable display” added another classmate.

He licked his lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed as his gaze left Sofia and flicked around the room. Confidence was restored when his eyes lit upon his implements, and when he turned back to Sofia, he released his grip on her wrist, and lifted his hand to point. "You need to be spanked. Fetch that paddle, and bring it to me." He then stepped to the two-seat sofa and turned it around to provide a full view of the room; completing his instructions as he dropped down into it. "With your teeth. And remove the top, I want to see your tits."

He took a step forward, and his gaze dropped to her hand. For a second, the young man stood motionless, entranced as he was by the movement of her fingers, and her words. "Are you ready to be my slut." The girl was really getting into it, and he nodded when he pulled his eyes back to hers, and heard the zipper of her button slide down, and squirmed as his own jeans began to tighten. Then it struck him. This wasn't the way it was meant to work. He hadn't told her to undress, and suddenly he forgot about his burgeoning erection, and an arm snapped out to grab her

Bridget watched in awe. Surely, Miss Bridle wasn’t really going to... She was! Bridget was amazed to see the school counselor gently fondle that nice baseball player penis. “Can I do that?”

She talked to her teacher about the girls that locked her in the closet and the teacher pulled the girls aside and whispered, ¨How would you feel if that happened to you? This could lead to a suspension for you and whoever was