Missy's Story

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School was always a nightmare, the worst place for Missy. She would open her locker, rummage around for books and hide away from the rest of the students. None of them made an effort to speak to her but of course she never said anything to any of them either, not that she thought about that. After all, she was the important one, she was the beautiful one, they were supposed to speak to her first and the only person who ever did was, in her mind at least, probably criminally insane. She was embarrassed and excited each time she saw this girl bouncing down the hallway toward her locker. Like today, she saw her bouncing down the hall toward her with a sickly sweet smile and nothing but ignorant happiness splattered across her pretty little face.
"Hey Brandon! Did you get laid last night? Saw you at the "Jet" and you know you wanted it! What was his name?" The crazy girl yelled at some guy standing a few lockers down from her.
Missy quickly grabbed her books and slammed the locker door shut, spinning the lock and turning to make her escape but she knew it was too late. She made her way toward the gym even though her classroom was the opposite direction hoping this would allow her an easy escape.
"Missy! Hold up!"
Damn! She had been busted and so she stopped and waited for Paula to catch up. The girl, Paula, came up beside her and put her arm around her shoulder. Missy shoved it off like she always did, mortally afraid it would ruin her already crappy reputation.
"Where are you going? I thought you had Geometry or some shit?"
"Ummm...I had to ask...." Missy stumbled, trying to find a good reason for walking toward the gym, "well...I was going to go see what....what time...I...."
"You really are too much, you know that? Listen to you? I don't bite you know? Well, not unless you want me too."
See, it was comments like that, comments about wanting to do something disgusting that made Missy want to run and hide. She thought, 'Don't I have enough shit to deal with? I don't need to have everyone thinking I'm a lesbian too!' but all she said was, "Stop that."
Paula laughed and tried to put her arm around Missy again, Missy shrugged it off again. Missy held her books up to her chest, hiding her face a little, hoping that this would make her invisible. She was also one of those girls that developed a little too early and so big baggy clothes and holding her books up over her swollen breasts was just habit now. She believed that having big boobs was a curse from the devil. The worse part was all the attention she started to get when she started to have to wear a bra and all the other girls were still wearing just a Tshirt and nothing. Not even a training bra, well all except Paula who had started to wear a training bra at like age 8 or something. Of course Paula didn't have boobs, not even now that most of the girls did and Paula wanted boobs, she talked about it all the time. Missy would have gladly given her boobs to Paula if she wanted them so bad. Of course now that she thought about it, back then was about the same time that Paula started to attach herself to Missy. Paula was always trying to act as Missy's defender, protecting her from the taunts and pokes by jealous kids. At first the boys were all nice to her, or really to her tits, but when they found out that she wasn't going to do any of the disgusting things they wanted her to do, they started to get mean. They started to make fun of her and walking down the hall became a nightmare!! They would wait for her to pass and then they would pinch her boobs and try to cop a feel any chance they could get. Sometimes when she got home she wouldactually be sore from all the pinching a grabbing and she would stand in front of the mirror and cry. That was until Paula came into the picture. Paula was the kind of girl that did what the boys wanted but the boys didn't treat her any better than they treated Missy. Only Paula didn't take any of their shit. When she saw Missy holding her books up like a battle shield and trying to rush without running into her classroom, Paula went into class with Missy. At first Missy didn't know what to think! Here was this strange girl that just walked in and sat down next to her and started trying to talk to her. Missy could have just died right then and there. Plus her teacher was Mrs. Daughtry and she was a mega bitch! Paula didn't seem the least bit concerned when Mrs. Daughtry, Missy's idol, walked in and started to call role. When Mrs. Daughtry looked up and saw Paula sitting in a seat, which had made Robert have to sit on the back table, she saw Mrs. Daughtry's eyes turn to fire.
"Young lady, just what do you think you are doing?"
" I thought I was gonna get me some learnin'"  Paula said sarcastically. Missy smiled at the fire that swept over Mrs. Daughtry's face as she made her way over to Paula. She picked Paula up by the arm and pulled her to the front of the class. Missy enjoyed seeing Paula's look of pain and the way she stumbled and looked stupid in front of the whole class. Mrs. Daughtry showed her! She put Paula in detention for three days. Somehow, instead of making Paula hate Missy or want to stay away from Missy, this made Paula feel like she had earned battle scars or something and she became even more attached to Missy. But it wasn't all bad because right after she got out of detention and started hanging out in the halls again, Roy Dupree  came around the corner and was making a go for her books. It was the same every day, they would knock the books out of her hands and then she would have to go for them and they would make some comment about her tits needing a stronger bra or they would pinch her ass. Today Roy knocked the books down and WHAM! out of the blue someone knocked Roy! It was Paula and she stood there and was like, "Pick the books up you macho shit or I'll fucking knock your books out!" and the really amazing part? Roy did it.
Even though Missy liked this part of Paula, she was still crass and unintelligent. Missy didn't like the idea of associating with her or being friends with her, not if she weren't in any advanced classes, not if she had to ride the bus to school. Paula wasn't in the same class and it didn't matter that other kids picked on Missy and made fun of her. That was just the result of her parents pulling her out of that private school and forcing her to go to public. These kids weren't her people, they were just idiots and one day she would be out of here, one day...
Just not now and not with Paula hanging on her like this. So Missy decided to be mean, "Don't you have some trailer park to go to?"
"Ouch! That one hurt. You are such a bitch, did you know that?" Paula said, but it didn't make her go away. Nothing seemed to make her go away. The more she made fun of Paula, the more Paula turned it into play. The more she tried to help others humiliate Paula, the more Paula would come back for more. It was like Paula was this pathetic little puppy that she couldn't get rid of. Then the worse thing happened, Paula's entourage of freaks came over and started to walk with her!!
Horror upon horror!
But of course there was Tina. Tina the cheerleader. Tina the smart one, the pretty one, the nice one. Everyone liked Tina, everyone followed Tina around and when Tina was around, everyone was nice to Paula, nice to her. Even though she still didn't like the idea of walking with Tina in the halls, Tina was pretty and pretty wasn't as bad as ugly, right?
When she turned the corner and slipped into her class Paula yelled, "See ya!" but Missy didn't respond. She held her head down and made her way to her desk. She hated the feeling of walking into class when everyone was looking at her, knowing she had just been walking with those kids. Those losers.

The teacher made her way around the class handing tests to everyone. Slowly she made her way down, dropping test after test upside down on student's desks and then she dropped Missy's. She turned it over and saw in large red numbers '103'. Missy smiled but saw she had missed the second bonus question and this pissed her off. Carlton looked over and whispered, "You are such a brain! Gesshhh!"
"Fuck you!" she said and tried to hide behind a book.
"Hey, lighten up, I was just giving you a complement."
"Phhssssshhhhh" Missy replied and she rolled her eyes. But inside she smiled and lowered the book down a little. After a few minutes she looked over at Carl to see if he was looking at her, or maybe her tits, but he wasn't. He was drawing something in his notebook and she could see the tattered edge of his test. He had a 64. What an idiot, but he was kinda cute in a stupid, dumbass kinda way. But he looked up and saw her staring at him and she turned around so fast her neck almost snapped.
She didn't look at him for the rest of the class.
School ended and it was a short drive home with her mother's friend and the girl who used to eat boogers. Home was good, she liked being home. No one was ever in the house but her. Just a big, over decorated empty house. She threw her books down and did what she always did and made like it was her house, like she owned it and she was her own boss. Her brother and her parents didn't get home until around 7 or 8 so she had several hours to do what she wanted. As long as everything was back in it's place before her parents or brother got home, no bid deal. She rushed upstairs and to her room. She opened the door and walked across the room to her bed. She liked big rooms and big beds and big everything. She went over to the big window and looked out on her big yard. She liked the idea that it was her house, her yard, her stuff. She liked the idea that she could own so many things and have so much. She felt like she deserved it, like it was what the world owed her. Like when her parents gave her guilt money. So what if it was more than most of the kids got in a year. She never spent it, she saved it. She invested it. She made it into more and more was better.
"Now Missy darling, you have to understand, Mommy and Daddy have to work this hard so that you can have all these nice things. I know you want us to be home more, but we have jobs and one day when you have a job you'll understand. So here is 100 dollars, go out and have some fun!" Fucking ass holes!
She watched Opra the other day and enjoyed listening to them talk about how families needed to be home for the kids and blah, blah, blah. Of course she wondered how many people on that show had to work until 2 or 3am in order to get that show aired on time. Oh well, fuck it! She was a super star and one day the whole world would know that they had just been waiting for her to graduate high school. One day...
But right now she stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. She was wearing a big baggy sweater and her hair was pulled back and clipped on both sides. Brown hair, brown eyes and brown skin. But she knew she wasn't ugly, she was plain, but she was beautiful, she knew it. She pulled her sweater up over her head and her double D bra held her big breasts firmly in place. She could see her dark brown nipples through the fabric and her underwire was cutting hard into her skin. She couldn't wait to get that damn thing off. She unhooked the bra and her breasts barely moved. She had a tiny waist and large firm breasts, just like the models in the magazines."I'm just like a supermodel!" she told herself and she ran her fingers over her nipples until they got hard. Tracing around her nipples, they grew to twice their size. She could feel herself getting wet as she played with her hard nipples and she held off putting her hand down her pants as long as possible. She loved to watch herself in the big mirror and she loved to turn to the side, getting a nice view of her ample chest. She turned and watched as she lifted her breasts up and pinched the puffy brown nipples. Then she couldn't take it any more, she unzipped her jeans and marveled at the way her tummy looked, the way she could see just the edge of cotton panties exposed. She had to wiggle to get the jeans over her round hips but they quickly fell to the floor when she got them past that mid-way point. Now she stood there in only panties and she touched herself lightly. Her pussy was already swollen and moist, but she didn't let her hand go under her panties yet, she wanted to watch herself in the mirror. She wanted to see the outline of her pussy in the panties. She pulled the cotton panties up tight until she could see her slit and the puffyness around it. This was too much and her fingers found their way under her panties. The sensation was amazing, the feeling of warmth as she touched down there. She watched in the mirror, imagining that someone was watching her, someone else seeing her do this. No one ever had, no one had ever seen her naked besides her Mom. She was a virgin and couldn't imagine the idea of actually letting someone touch her but the fantasy was intoxicating. As her hands moved over her glistening little pussy, she found herself weak, knees beginning to buckle under her. So she layed back on the bed and continued to watch herself in the large mirrors that covered her walk in closet.
Lying down she enjoyed the way her breasts changed. They flattened out a little but the nipples stood high and strait. She pinched and pulled at them, watching how this made her breasts move. She also watched as her hands moved under her panties. She didn't like the idea of removing her panties, that was disgusting and horrible but watching her hands move under the panties put her in rapture. She felt the little rush of heat, the muscles tighten, her body responding as if someone where there, touching her. It was a rush that make her whole body quiver and sent her off into some other world and she loved it! She felt everything in her body change and pleasure came over her in delicious waves and her naughty area became wetter than ever. For a moment she had a crazy urge to put her fingers in her mouth! But then it all ended and she felt the guilt sweep over her. Horrible feelings of people watching her now but in a different way. What would her parents say? Was her brother home and watching her? Could someone outside see her? She quickly pulled her clothes back on and ran out of the room. She walked outside to check and see if anyone was around, if anyone could see. Mr. Thorne was walking his dog and he waved. She waved back and went back inside, her face red and she thought, "God! I'm so stupid! That is so wrong! I'm evil! I'm just like that slut Paula! I might as well go out and be a stupid whore like her. God I'm such a dumb ass!!"
This was part of the ritual too. Anything that felt good must be evil, right? You can't have pleasure and feel that good and something bad not happen. So if something bad wasn't going to happen, then she would damn sure torture herself. So she went and got some cheetoes and coke and she turned on the TV and pretended that she was normal again. Then she was lost in TV land.

On to Part 2: A boy named Jeffrey