I honestly can’t believe I’m adding to this big, messy situation, but here we go! My name is Tessa and I’m Will’s little sister. I have long brown hair and green eyes, just like my mom. I’m a little taller, but not as curvy as her, and that’s okay! Maybe over time I’ll fill out some more? I dunno, but I’m happy with my body and I’m waiting for that special guy who feels the same way. 🙂
Anyway, I felt like I needed to share my side of the story because I’m the most TRUTHFUL person in my family! I’ve read the previous stories and I can tell you right now, while they are fun to read, there has been some serious exaggeration going on! Y’all probably guessed? Some of you even commented at the end of their chapters and yeah, you are totally right! Anyway, y’all can thank me later because I’m here to set the record straight. 🙂
For example, you probably remember that “milky” sex scene between my Aunt Cassie and Will in the bathroom? I think that was chapter 2? Well, I saw the whole thing happen. Yup, I’m a nerdy, peeping tom and I put a hidden camera in that bathroom (btw, remind me to tell you about some of the other crazy stuff I’ve seen happen in there!). Anyway, luckily I recorded Will and my aunt and watched the footage later that night. And yeah, I’m sorry to inform you that, while their sex was super hot, it didn’t happen exactly how my aunt said it did. Want to know what actually went down?
Well, after Will joined Cassie in the bathroom, they didn’t waste any time. She sat up on the counter, lifted her shirt, and Will quietly sucked on her nipples. But did I see any squirting milk? NOPE! I couldn’t see him swallowing anything either, but I guess I’ll never know! Anyway, Cassie lifted her blue skirt and pulled her panties to the side. Then Will pulled down his shorts and they fucked in silence. Even though he came pretty fast, it was really hot to watch alone in my room. I put the video on repeat under the covers and masturbated like crazy, at least until I fell asleep.
So there ya go, like I said earlier, all of their original stories aren’t 100% true. But, don’t you think they were fun to read?! I think so too! Anyway, now back to my story. Like I said earlier, I’m part of this really messed up family, and I’m also the introverted, nerdy one. Hey, I embrace my identity, okay? I wear black rim glasses and I love math and computers. The only problem is that I’m also cute and curvy. In fact, I must be decently hot because even though I wear regular (not necessarily sexy) clothes when I’m at school, all of those damn guys (and girls too) keep undressing me with their eyes. It’s like they have x-ray vision or something! Even my history teacher, Mr. Ashton keeps checking me out. High school is supposed to be a time of learning, but the only thing that these horny bastards seem to think about is sex, and I’m certainly no exception. I’m also a sex-hungry teenager, but I also love to study and learn, so it makes it hard to do both, ya know?
Okay, so why am I writing down what happened to me? Well, because I want to talk about math of course! Naw j/k haha! Seriously though? It’s because I’ve had some stupid-crazy experiences lately and I need a mental outlet. This stuff is just too intense to hold inside. My thoughts and feelings are like an orgasmic volcano, waiting to erupt.
Alright, so if you can’t already tell, my sexuality has been really suppressed since I started puberty. I’ve always felt like I needed to be a good little girl, like if I just focus on my grades, that my female needs wouldn’t become a nuisance. In other words, I’ve chosen other priorities that have kept my growing sexual fire under control, that is, until just a couple weeks ago.
It all started when I was studying in the school library early one morning. I was sitting in my usual spot, working on my laptop, when I saw Mr. Ashton walk in. We sometimes call him “Mr. A” for short. He’s a good looking guy, tall, tan, muscular, but also pretty smart. He was wearing some slim fit dress pants and a button down shirt with a tie. I tried not to stare, but damn, he looked so fine! Before he could notice me from a distance, I pushed my glasses back up my nose, fixed my posture and adjusted my bra. My shapely girls barely fit in a c-cup, and so I can feel pretty self conscious sometimes, especially if I wear a revealing shirt. It was already warm outside when I left my house, so I decided to wear a light cream polo and a short purple skirt. My red lips accentuated my cute outfit and my outfit accentuated my young curvy body.
Anyway, back to my story. I was sitting at a table at the far end of the library and I don’t think Mr. Ashton saw me right away. He sat down at a similar table that was in my direct line of sight, and started to grade a large stack of papers. He yawned and stretched, and then we briefly caught eyes from across the room. I had an innocent crush so I felt sorta funny seeing him here. I awkwardly dropped my attention back to my laptop but I could feel him smiling at me. When I didn’t look up he boldly called out in a breathy voice, clearly defying universal library rules.
“Hey Tessa, good morning!”
A smile crept onto my face and I waved shyly, again adjusting my glasses.
“Sorry! I forgot we have to be quiet in the library!” He bantered in such a gregarious way, that he put me at ease and I felt my shoulders relax a little. Another student in a different section looked up briefly and scowled, but then quickly went back to work. Mr. Ashton gave me a cute thumbs up, and I remembered that he is a really nice guy, and genuinely cares about his students. So, even though I thought he was gorgeous and only a couple other people were in the library with us, I felt comfortable and knew I could be myself around him.
After his funny little joke about being quiet, I returned to studying and shifted to get comfortable. But, as soon as my butt moved in the chair, I felt my neck and face flush with anxiety. I buried my head, trying to hide my panic, because I suddenly realized that if I wasn’t careful, he would be able to easily see up my purple skirt from his position. How did I know? Well, I could clearly see his feet, legs, and the outline of his male parts, so I was pretty sure he could see under my table as well.
I complained to myself, “Couldn’t he have sat somewhere else? Good grief! If I don’t keep my legs crossed the whole time, he might get an eyeful of my light pink panties!” And, just so ya know, girls learn from a very young age how to cross their legs in discreet ways. That’s so they can guard themselves from any pervy roaming eyes. So, because I was trained from an early age to protect myself, I instinctively felt anxious that a teacher might try to look up my skirt. I glanced down nervously and adjusted my clothing, and made sure that my legs were securely crossed.