A Night of Exploding Lust and a Gym Class Faceplant
Ugh, I want to fuck so bad. Why does my whole body itch and ache like this? My breathing's ragged, my chest feels tight, my pelvis is throbbing... Doesn't feel like my period. Timing's all wrong anyway. My body's clearly fucked up. Doesn't take long to realize why. Ah. Libido overload.
"Ah, I want sex!"
"Don't yell it like that, you idiot!"
"SEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Thwack. Punished for being a total slut, Dana smacks the back of my head. Ow. That fucking hurts. This violent bitch. Bet there's a handprint on my back now. What did I even do wrong... I screamed I wanted sex, but obviously it was a joke—I had no intention of actually doing it. Just my raging horniness spilling out verbally, that's all. I glare at her with my best you're-so-mean-you're-so-mean-you're-so-mean eyes, and Dana snaps irritably for no reason.
"Jerk off or something!"
"That's not something a girl should say, Dana!"
"Sex, uh, isn't that something a girl shouldn't say either...!"
It's fine since I'm not really a girl? But damn, Dana's cute when she's too embarrassed to even say "sex" properly.
It started... probably after I saw Ruby and Citri having their secret rendezvous in the classroom after school yesterday. So fucking hot. Cute girls kissing, smooching all mwah mwah... Uh. Just thinking about it makes my nose bleed.
"Dana, tissue, tissue!"
"Goddamn it...!"
Stuffing tissues up both nostrils makes my voice all nasally when I talk.
"Please don't bug me while I'm reading."
"Then go to the libwawy and wead thewe."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Too lazy to go out. Besides, it's the middle of the night. Where am I supposed to go?"
"That's twue, but..."
"Shut up with the nonsense and go to sleep. I'm turning off the light now."
Reading a book, my ass? I asked, but Dana ignores me. And just like she said, she flips off the light.
I lie in bed, pulling the covers over my head, lost in thought. I talked about sex and all that pretty casually, but honestly, I'm pretty flustered right now. That kiss between Ruby and Citri... it's hitting me harder than I expected. I get why, though. Seventeen years. Even just this life, seventeen years of only imagining it, and now I see it right in front of me—how could I not get excited? Didn't expect it'd make me this pervy though.
Ah. My libido's off the charts... These lust-filled nights are long and lonely...
……
"Lily, hey!"
"You okay today?"
That's what I hear the second I walk into the classroom. One's Alicia, the other's Serina. Guess they weren't just swept up in the moment when they said they wanted to get close—they're not just waiting for me to talk anymore. No real excuse to brush them off after yesterday. Plus, ignoring just one would be awkward, so I'm stuck responding to both greetings.
Man, if only I could vanish right now. Alicia and Serina could film their own pure romance, and I'd drool watching. I'd even pay my entire fortune for a front-row seat. Not that my fortune's worth much.
Whether my wish reached the heavens or not, they actually get along great. Well, Serina would click with any girl. She's genuinely kind and sweet, quick on the uptake, knows how to make people feel good when she talks.
"Alicia, you're top of the grade, right? Impressive..."
"Not impressive. Just what I'd expect from myself."
"Could you tutor me sometime?"
"If I have time?"
"Sweet. I'll ask again later?"
"Sure."
She's chatting so smoothly with this arrogant top-student bitch who doesn't have a humble bone in her body. Kinda amazing. They just look so good together. Makes my heart warm watching. Screw it. You two date. I'll support you however I can—just please do naughty stuff...!
"Lily. You okay? Your face is red."
"You didn't even say you were fine."
"Ah. Yeah. Not feeling great today..."
I barely slept last night—condition's in the toilet. Pretty sure I pulled an all-nighter.
"Gym class later. You sure you're good? We're doing run times."
What the hell kind of gym and run times in a fancy girls' school? Whatever, but why today of all days? My luck sucks.
"Rest if you're hurting. I'll tell the teacher."
"Nah, not bad enough to skip."
Skip? Every minute, every second staring at girls is precious to me. Pure gold. Though I've kinda been forgetting that lately.
……
Should've skipped. Should've listened.
I totally forgot I have zero athletic ability—total trash-tier.
"Hahk, hahk, haaaaahk..."
Not horny panting like usual—this is real exhaustion. Suddenly they make us run? Fuck... Ahh...?
Actually, it was kinda nice. Up until changing into gym clothes. Got a front-row live view of the girls changing. Not the bodies themselves so much as them complimenting each other—"Oh my god, your body's so pretty," or teasing playfully. That situation was insanely hot.
As I'm panting like a dog, Dana comes over, stares at me mockingly for a while, then says,
"Your tits are bouncing."
"'Cause I'm running. Duh...!"
"Milking cow?"
"Hey! Ow. Hahk, no energy to even get mad, gonna collapse, hahk..."
That's why she stuck right by my side once the real running started. Is teasing me that fun...!?
Every time I bend and straighten my knees, my tits jiggle up and down—unnaturally so—and it hurts like hell. Should've taped them down if I knew. Haven't run this long in forever, forgot. Or better yet, someone take these useless things. What's the point of tits no one's sucking forever? Donate 'em for some baby's prenatal health via le@sbian sex. Social good. Or gift to a girl who wants big boobs to seduce her crush...!
Too distracted by weird thoughts? I trip at some point.
"Waaaah!!"
Splat. Face meets ground like a mop. It huuuurts.
"You okay?!"
No. Makes me wanna cry with this cursed athleticism...
……
Infirmary. Why do I keep ending up here? Gonna look like a total invalid.
The nurse sees me, gasps, and quickly grabs bandages from the drawer.
"You fell?"
"Yeah."
Haven't checked a mirror, but I basically scraped my face off—must look wrecked. Not like my plain face had much going for it anyway. No one worth impressing. Don't even wanna impress anyone.
Ow. That stings.
Once she's done patching me up, she says she's got something to do and to rest here, then leaves the room.
"..."
"..."
Atmosphere gets super awkward. Dana, who brought me here, just stares at my face silently. Like she's staring holes through me.
"Sorry."
What for? Thinking about it, probably thinks her dumb "milking cow" comment distracted me and made me fall. Not totally wrong... Yeah. My fault I fell. But is that really what she's sorry for? Why's she look so pissed?
"It's fine. Hurts less than when you hit me."
Dana's face sours more.
...Not it?
"It's your face now."
"Belly's fair game but face isn't...?"
Not like this choke-happy bitch should be lecturing. Whatever. Rather lie down than bicker meaninglessly. I head to the bed in the corner.
Why's she following? You brought me here—job done.
"Draw the curtain."
"Okay."
"See ya later."
"Okay."
"..."
"..."
Okay, my ass. Why's she still staring instead of leaving? This bully who hits, insults, torments me constantly is fidgeting over a little face scratch? She's pissed for real. Honestly, no clue. How do you soothe a sensitive post-puberty girl's feelings? Why's she mad anyway? Feels bad her personal sandbag got dinged by something other than her hand? That kinda emo logic?
If I were a cute girl, I'd shove my body at her, say calm down and rub my pussy on hers or something. But nope, not happening.
"..."
Dunno why Dana's mad, but seeing her face all stiff like that, I wanna cheer her up. Human nature. Friends, right? Any ideas? Ah. Right. Can't touch tits or rub pussies, but I've got one thing for stress relief.
I lie on the bed and, right in front of Dana, hike up my gym shirt a bit. Flaunting my pale, soft lower belly—now bruised and mushy from constant abuse—I say,
"Wanna hit it?"
"What?"
"You seem mad...?"
"Why would I be mad?"
Dana glares like I'm spouting nonsense, then finally storms out.
Girls are hard...