|
Author is Leo Wulf
and this is on his site as First Impressions
1. Picture your disclaimer here! 2. Do NOT repost except on Usenet for free. 3. Send me feedback! Leowulf "at" gmail "dot" com. Let me know what you like (and dislike) about my stories. |
The bell rang and, unlike most students in East High School, Ms Gardner's class was almost reluctant to leave.
"You're a great group of young scholars," she smiled at her bright pupils. "I know we're going to have fun this year. Now get out there and learn!"
Percy Avonlea, a newly minted freshman, left his homeroom class, alert and ready to learn. Starting the school day with his favorite half of World Civilizations, the honors equivalent of history and English, was a boon. Studying the almost magical rules of the English language was going to put him in a good mood every day.
But his good mood started to fade when he took at least one wrong turn on his way to Biology. He wound up at the opposite end of the massive School from his destination. With only one minute left to traverse the length of the big structure, the slender lad had only 2 choices: climb back up the steps to the third floor, across the length of the school and back down again (an easy trip, now that he had his bearings, and sure to make him late), or go out this exit and try to get in at the other end (convincing the guard that he really did belong there - and they didn't look friendly).
Percy was about to resign himself to being tardy on the first day of class, when he noticed the "Physical Plant" door had been carelessly left open. The maintenance tunnel would logically run the length of the building, to allow workers easy access to problems anywhere along the way. That meant he'd only need to climb two flights of stairs, and not have to worry about dodging past the student bodies along the way. With a smile and a renewed good mood, the short, slight teen took the stairs down two at a time.
Trotting the length of the hallway with a full book bag was quickly tiring for Percy. He was made for thought, not activity. But at least it was a straight shot, more or less. The dog-legs were evenly spaced and easy to jog around. He had to slow to a walk about halfway through. That would make him late; not very, and probably not noticeably, but enough to dim his good mood. As he reached the next dog-leg, his cheer left completely.
"Hey Pussy!"
Oh no! There stood Boris "Bruiser" Kelly, Percy's nemesis from middle school. He hadn't changed at all since last summer, except maybe to grow bigger and uglier. Of course, Percy hadn't grown; his Momma said he'd take after his Papa; if that was so, his current 5-foot-nothing was at tall as the boy could expect to reach.
"You know this punk, Bruiser?"
Percy saw that there was one change; Kelly's crowd had changed, slightly. The two hooligans with him had long black hair and darker skin, but the same sullen, angry expression that Kelly had. Briefly the boy wondered where his former crowd was, then he remembered, two in Juvenile Hall and two more shipped off to a military school out of state.
"Oh yea, Pussy and I are good friends - aren't we, Pussy?"
My name is Percy , and you know it, Boris!
"Holy shit!" One of the dark bullies said. "You mean his name really is Pussy?"
"NO." Small or not, the boy was becoming incensed. "It's - "
"Pussy, we heard," the third one said. The three of them laughed at that. "Why they call you that, white boy?"
"Because he's always looking for cock!" snickered Kelly. "that's it, right Pussy ? You come here looking for some big, meaty cock, huh?"
"No!" Percy shouted, but the three mean boys laughed anyway. Percy started to edge around them, as this was starting to get pretty ugly.
"Hey," Kelly pulled the smaller boy back into the open area of the dog-leg. "Where you going, Pussy ? We got all the cock you need right here."
"Get a life, Boris," Percy feigned bravery as he attempted to step around his tormentor. "I'm done here."
"I'm not done with you, faggot!" Kelly pushed weaker boy savagely. He hit the concrete wall and then the hard, cement floor. His book bag fell at Kelly's feet and he kicked it into a corner.
"I'm late for class," Percy said, trying to stand up. "Just let me go."
"You're too late, Pussy!" He felt a shoe on his narrow chest. One of the darker bullies was holding him down. He said, "you can't leave till you get that cock you came for."
All three laughed again and to Percy's shock and horror, Bruiser Kelly actually began undoing his pants. "Hold him down, boys, while I get the python out."
"What the fuck are you punks doing?" The female voice held both authority and anger.
"Holy shit, man!" One of the dark bullies holding Percy down looked surprised and maybe a little afraid. "It's Grizzly!"
"Who?" Bruiser was too intent on making "Pussy" his bitch to be too concerned about some girl.
"Just some cunt from the Res," said the third bully. "She was just leaving, right , bitch?"
The girl stepped out into the light. Percy was struck by how big she was. And, being male, the small boy was also struck by how bosomy she was. "Let go of the kid and back the fuck off."
Kelly turned to see who it was. "What's the matter, bitch? Are we bothering your girlfriend ?"
The girl nodded. "Yea, that's my girlfriend, punk. Now get away from her." She took another step toward the bullies. "Final warning."
"Wait your turn, bitch," Kelly laughed. "After we're done with your little pussy-girl here, we'll have some cock left for you!"
The girl shrugged, and then suddenly launched herself at them. Percy was shocked that someone that big, and that round where it counted, could move that quickly. But the bigger shock came to Kelly.
The large boy had his pants and underpants around his ankles, his privates ready for action. Both made him quite vulnerable when the noticeably bigger girl kicked him in those private parts. She was wearing heavy hiking boots and Percy's nemesis doubled over in pain, tripping over the clothes bunched around his ankles and landing face-first on the cement floor.
"Hold up, Griz," Percy noticed that one bully was indeed afraid, and more than a little.
"Tommy Three Horses," Grizzly said to her cousin in the language. "Why the fuck are you still holding down my girlfriend?"
"My bad, my bad." Tommy let go of Percy and then added in the language, "we were just leaving, weren't we, Hawk?"
"What Tommy, are you a cunt like little Pussy here?" Hawk - James Hawk, about the most useless coward Grizzly's people ever birthed - punctuated his statement by punching the small Anglo boy in the gut. Another mistake.
Leaving the pale little Anglo holding his gut and whimpering like a little girl, Hawk pulled out a knife. His worst mistake that morning. "You back down, cunt!" He spat at Grizzly. The language sounded obscene coming from that waste's mouth.
Waving his knife, Hawk boasted, "I don't care who your mother is, cunt! I'm gonna get me your little Pussy." He kicked the poor little white boy's gut. He doubled over on the floor, tears streaming from his blue eyes. "Then if you're still here I'm gonna get me - "
Grizzly shot out a powerful arm and grabbed Hawk's wrist in an equally powerful grip. "You think I'm afraid of your little knife, Hawk?" The girl drew the knife in his hand along her bare upper arm, leaving a trail of free-flowing blood, then pushed Hawk down. "I don't fear insects like you!"
Hawk's eyes showed the mindless fury she'd goaded him into. Grizzly blocked the knife-thrust and followed through with a punch and a snap-kick that slammed the punk into the concrete wall. She enjoyed the opportunity to use martial arts, and Hawk deserved a good ass-kicking.
"Griz! Griz!" Tommy said quickly. Grizzly smiled as her little cousin raised his hands in surrender. Hopefully, seeing where his short-lived life of crime led, her Tommy would get wise and give up this shit. "We're done, okay? Grizzly?"
Grizzly took her cousin's hand and drew him to her. Her loins were warm. Physical activity and adrenaline always got her hot. She'd take care of herself later; for now she still had a job to do. She stood Tommy still and judiciously slapped his face.
"You're a naughty boy, Tommy!" She made her words heavy with anger, let him see how she felt about what he'd been about to take part in. "You worried me, cousin. But worse, you almost shamed us all. So you think don't need school, you need to do shit like this?"
The boy looked down. He looked ashamed. At least she hoped he was.
"Don't ever come down her again, Tommy." She held her cousin to her. "And stay away from that garbate, Hawk." She spat at the other, dazed bully. "You're better than this. What d'you think Grandma would say if she saw you - and don't think she can't."
"I'm sorry, Griz," Tommy really looked it too. There were tears in his eyes. "I don't know what was wrong with me. I just thought ... I dunno."
"You didn't think, Tommy." It took effort for Grizzly to keep her stern demeanor. "I'm just glad I found you when I did, before you let Hawk take you too far."
Grizzly couldn't hold back her relieved smile any longer. She hugged her cousin, then gave him a quick kiss just so he knew they were still friends. "Now get your fucking ass to class before I kick it all over the school, y'hear me?"
Tommy boldly kissed her again and said in English, "see ya after school, Griz." Then he left, running the way she came from.
"As for you, you little shit." Grizzly switched to English as she pulled Hawk's head up by his hair. She kept him there, on the ground, looking at her while she put his knife under her shoe and broke it near the hilt. "You better be glad I only broke your little toy instead of your useless dick."
She stood him up and said, "I don't care who my mother is either, Jimmy. I kicked your ass on my own." She showed him the cut she made him draw on her arm. You pulled a fucking knife on me, and yet I let you live. YOU OWE ME, BITCH. Stay away from my girlfriend and we'll call it even. Now get lost."
The Indian girl shoved the other Indian bully out the way Percy had come from. Kelly still lay face-down on the floor, unconscious. The frightened little boy was alone with the big, strong girl. She looked down at his trembling figure, her dark eyes boring into his own.
"Thank you," Percy finally managed to say.
"Give me your shirt," she said. Percy hurried to obey her. He didn't know her except for the damage she could cause, and he didn't want somehow to wind up on the receiving end of that. The boy watched as she used it to bandage her arm.
"What were you doing here, anyway, little girl?"
"Just taking a short-cut; I was late to class."
"Never come down here again." It was not a suggestion. In the context of what Percy just saw, he wouldn't dare do anything she said not to. "and stay away from the b-ball court unless you're in PE. And never go into the back parking lot. Ever."
"Okay," Percy said. Whatever.
"No, you don't get it, princess." The big Indian girl squatted down next to Percy, her face close to his. "If you come down here, or go to the b-ball court except during PE class or, if you ever go into the back parking lot, I will punish you. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. Her breath smelled of apples and honey. "Understand, sweetness?"
"I understand." Percy nodded sincerely.
"Good girl," The Indian girl seemed pleased. Percy would have been glad, except that she kept calling him a girl.
"I'm not a girl, you know." Percy said, bravely contradicting her.
"I know." She helped Percy up onto his knees. His gut protested but with her strong arms and steady hands, she had him vertical, if kneeling, in front of her. "But I don't like guys, get it?"
"You don't - ?" A crestfallen, Percy understood. "OH. Yea, I get it."
"No you don't," she smiled again. "I don't mind your little dick getting hard just because my pussy is only a foot away from it." Percy looked down to find that both facts were indeed the case. She still squatted, her legs on either side of him, and from his kneeling position, his private parts were tenting out his pants, straining to meet her. The boy blushed.
"But I don't want some horny bastard following me around, trying to put his dick in my pussy," Percy blushed deeper at her frank, one might say overly frank, manner of speech.
"I understand," the boy managed to keep his voice long enough to add. "I'm truly sorry if I offended you."
"You don't offend me, sweetheart." She smoothed his hair. "You get me hot." She stood and pulled Percy to his small feet. "What's your name anyway, little pussy boy?"
"Percy, Percy Avonlea."
"Wait," she smiled, unbelieving. "Your name is Pussy?"
"NO." Percy said, realizing belatedly that he was taking his life into his own hands with that loud response. "I'm sorry. No, it's Percy. Short for Percival."
"'Percival'?" The girl's expression was both amused and a little confused. "Are you telling me that your parents named you 'Percival' ... on purpose?"
"Yes," Percy said patiently. "Percival was a knight of the Round Table in the time of King Arthur. Percival's not a bad name; he was a noble knight."
"I don't know, Percy." She sat down on a crate against the wall. "You're more a damsel in distress than a knight." She sighed deeply, her eyes smoldering. "And rescuing you has got me very hot and very wet, my little damsel in distress." She pointed back the way she came. The way Percy was headed before this awful encounter happened. "Why don't you go now, and let me cool down some."
She phrased it as a question, but Percy could tell it was as much a command as when she told him to stay away from what he guessed were trouble areas. Still, he didn't want to leave. He wanted to do something else. He hoped she would be glad, and that she wouldn't kill him, or worse, think he was only trying to put his private parts into hers.
Instead of leaving like he was supposed to, so Grizzly could pull down her pants and get herself off before she soaked her heavy jeans through, the little twerp got on his knees in front of her. The girl could tell the movement hurt his poor stomach. She was glad she kicked Hawk's ass. She stroked his pale cheek affectionately. "I said, get the fuck out."
"I know," The little Anglo boy's expression was an endearing mixture of bravery and fear, or maybe bravery in the face of fear. "Please, would you tell me your name?"
"I'm Grizzly," she said. It was just a nickname, but everyone called her that. "Why?"
"I just want to know who saved me, to whom I owe my virginity." Percy blushed to admit that about himself. "I - anyway, your damsel in distress thanks you, Grizzly."
Suddenly, he stood and turned to go. It was obvious to Grizzly that he wanted to say more, but it seemed even noble knights had limits to their bravery. It was also obvious that he called himself her damsel in distress just to please her. That combined with the small boy's girlish figure and the fact that she did just save the little dear made her so hot.
Grizzly reached out and grasped Percy's wrist. If the tables were turned, she would have broken the hold and had him on the ground in tears, but somehow she knew he wasn't trained in self defense. Gently, firmly, she put him back on his knees between her legs. "Take my boots off," she commanded.
"Wh - What?" Percy stammered.
"Take my boots off," the big girl repeated. "My socks too."
"You don't have to do this," the small boy said. "I know you don't like guys and - "
Grizzly kissed her fingertips and lay them across the boy's mouth, stilling his babbling. "Hurry now, princess."
Frankly, she was surprised that he did obey, but quickly her boots were off, her socks thoughtfully placed inside them. Standing on the cold cement floor, she said. "Now pull my pants down."
With eyes as big as saucers, the Anglo boy obeyed her. He was trembling, though she couldn't tell if the dear was afraid of her or just excited. Certainly his stiff little dick voted for excited. When her jeans were around her ankles, Grizzly stepped out of them. "Now, sweetness, pull my panties off."
The girl saw little Percy mouth the word "wow" as he slid her underwear down. This was the first time she had been naked in front of someone who wasn't a doctor or family. The small boy looked so meek and so shy and so innocent, that she wasn't uncomfortable around him. "Good girl," she praised him.
"Now, little Percy." She drew his face to her pussy, placed his lips against hers. "Kiss me."
This was the first time Percy had ever seen a real lady's private parts and he would have loved to just study them, but he was too overwhelmed by her. He meekly, eagerly followed her every command, kissing her, licking her, kissing her more.
The boy was breathless, enraptured by the sight of her, the smell of her, the taste of her, the feel of her lips against his, her hair against his cheek, her clitoris against his tongue, her whole loins against his face when she held him still and rubbed herself on him.
When Grizzly came, and Percy was sure that was what happened, she clamped her legs on his narrow frame, squeezing him almost painfully, she ground her sex against his face. Percy felt overwhelmed by the rhythmic pulse of her orgasm.
At last, too soon, she calmed. Percy He knelt submissively beneath her, looked up at her, awestruck at this radiant being. Grizzly was to him more than just a woman. She was an Angel. She was his world. He wanted to stay there at her private parts forever and ever.
Finally the girl bent over and kissed the top of Percy's head. Leaving him there on his knees, she stepped into her jeans again, pulled them up, and fastened them. All the while as she put her pants back on, Grizzly kept her eyes on him. Percy felt she was holding him in place with her gaze.
She stooped down and picked up her panties. "Alright, princess," she said fondly. "Let's get you all cleaned up." Percy knelt still as she wiped her juices from his face with her panties and smoothed the last of her juices from his hair. All the while, she murmured what a good girl he was.
Squatting there, her thick legs on either side of his thin, willowy body, Grizzly pushed her panties down the front of Percy's school slacks, under his briefs, nestled them around his hard, throbbing penis, rubbing him momentarily with her panties, making him shiver with pleasure.
"That's my good little princess," she said, leaving her panties stuffed around his penis.
Without having to be told to, the little Anglo boy gathered Grizzly's socks and boots. She sat back on the crate, still feeling the pleasant shudders of her orgasm, the pleasure compounded by the small, quiet figure in front of her, stealing shy glances up at her as he carefully, lovingly pulled her socks on and then her boots.
"Good Percy," she said. She moved his hands away and tied her boots. She knew his small, tender hands wouldn't be able to tie them tight enough for her, and she wanted the boy to enjoy the sight of her breasts hanging down, big and bouncy, while she tied her boots nice and tight. Then, still bent over, she pulled him into her arms.
She kissed the boy's soft, cupid's bow lips, gently at first, then a bit more passionately, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She could taste herself on his lips and in his mouth.
Then she stood and made Percy stand with her, holding his gaze. "You remember where I said to stay away from sweetness."
"Yes ma'am," the boy said. He didn't mean to call her "ma'am;" she was just a kid like him. It just seemed appropriate.
She pointed him in a direction and patted his behind. He obediently walked that direction, looking back at her over his narrow shoulder, until he passed the dog-leg and they were out of each other's sight. Then he ran, his book bag bouncing, straight to Biology, to apologize for missing class.
When Percy had gone far enough that she knew he wouldn't hear her, Grizzly bent over the body of Bruiser Kelly. The little worm was waking up. It was time for her to teach him never to bother her girlfriend. Her sweet little princess shouldn't have to hear what that sounded like.
Percy and Grizzly went about their respective tasks as honor student and school terror with the same thought:
"How wonderful to find a girlfriend on the first day of school!"
If you would like me to respond to your comments, you need to provide a return e-mail address.
Why provide feedback? Feedback is the lifeblood of authors here on asstr-mirror.org; we don't get paid in any currency beyond hits on the pages and feedback from our readership. Encouragement, questions, critiques, typos... as a reader you may be surprised how much your words mean to us.
It is a good feeling to know my words have been read ... and enjoyed.
If the above does not work for you, try: ASSTR Msg Form
Author: Leo Wulf Title: First Impressions Part: 1/ Universe: Hybrid Vigor 01 Summary: In which Percy and Sally meet each other for the first time Keywords: fm oral rom Revision: $Revision: 1.2 $ Archive: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/CupaSoup/www/ Mailing List: FAQ: RCS: $Id: synergy01.x,v 1.2 2008/02/17 22:24:58 jcl Exp $