Taking the virginity of our High School’s outcast [mf] [bullying, humiliation, rescue, hurt/comfort]

I was no snob in school. Despite being beautiful, meaning I had some lucky genes, I still hung out with a rag-tag group of retards. Just nerdy, strange, people. People who didn’t exactly fit it. Mostly because a lot of them were androgynous or gay/trans, also because they played games, watched anime, the typical considered geeky stuff. So I wasn’t by any means the top of the social food chain. Though even my friends considered me out of place among them. Having come from an extremely wealthy family I dressed well, was white, female, straight teeth, great vision, couldn’t gain an ounce of fat even when I tried. Like I said not stunning but rather lucky genetically. Enough to feel like an outsider in my insecure group of dorks. Also weird enough mentally and emotionally to feel like an outsider among the preppy rich kids.

No where was right for me. Trying to fit in I held a lot of thoughts and emotions back. About life, depression, sadness, I was very angst ridden for a while.

Despite my angst I live a boring systematic life, yet you are the embodiment of all my fear and insecurity. You are like the living manifestation of how I feel. Only unlike me, you are actually tortured. Verbally, sometimes even physically by EVERYONE. I remember exactly how it made me feel. The first time I saw it close up and personal…

When I first met you. I was automatically intrigued. Disgusted, horrified, and intrigued. Everyone around was laughing, even some of my friends, at what you had just said. I felt like I was in the dream, was I the only one who heard correct? I mean you did just say you wanted to shoot up a school! Yet, everyone was mocking you. Immediately after this I felt anger. I wish you would do it. Do it because… I wish I could do it. I hate these people. I feel so alone.

“Wow, what’s wrong with you guys?!” I practically shout, not even thinking. Everyone is silent. “oh my god, the silent girl talked!” A girl spoke from the back.

“He sounds like a retard”, one of my so-called friends stated blankly.

“I don’t care how he sounds, he just said he was going to shoot up the school and then kill himself.” Everyone just stared at me. I looked over at you, at first staring at me with the same look of intense shock and wonderment as everyone else had. Yet your eyes immediately turn towards the ground when they meet mine. You are blushing intensely. You almost look like you are going to cry, or vomit.. or even piss yourself. I feel a sudden urge to hug you. To comfort you like you would a child… “I hope he does, it that would be funny…” I say in the most cold, chilling, shocking voice I can muster.

“Whatever.” The girl who called me silent rolls her eyes and turns away. Resuming whatever she was doing before they all started torturing you. The rest of the flock mimics her along with my friends who are still shooting me worried looks. I wanted you to talk to me. Still not looking at me you turn away and resume working on the computer. I wanted you to talk to me… I wanted to tell you I understood. That I didn’t think you were fat, ugly, clumsy, a monster, a retard, all the things they call you. No, I think you are adorable and I wish I could take care of you like you are my child.

I can’t say these things. I can’t say these things especially in front of everyone.

That was the first day of that class. The days that followed I saw the worsening of the bullying. When the beautiful popular kids would call you over. “Hey, come sit with us anon!” They would say cheerfully.

“No, you are just going to make fun of me…” You reply.

“No, we like you, we think you are cool, come on!”

You pathetically obey. Awkwardly walking towards them with your eyes on the ground your head hanging low in embarrassment. When you reach them they all burst out laughing. “I can’t believe he did it again!” The bitchy girl howls. You immediately turn on your heel and waddle briskly away. The look on your face like you are about to cry…

One day we have to work in groups. Teacher says groups of three so I get with my two friends in the class. Everyone has paired up except you. Teacher commands you be in our group. She knows its because we are the most likely to be kind to you. I look at you and smile but you avoid my gaze the whole time. As we move our desks together my friend whispers to me “God I can’t believe we have to be in a group with HIM?”

“Why?” I ask.

She makes a disgusted face, “I don’t know he’s WEIRD.”

“So?” I reply “I like him”

She stares at me.

“Just as weird as us.” I reply. She says nothing.

We are working on our project. The moment you try to finally comment with an idea of your own my friend blurts with absolute disgust “God ANON do you have to be so fucking retarded?” Its like pins and needles through my heart. You say nothing just stare at your desk in agony. “Wow, fuck you stupid bitch, I’ll kill you” I say. The words are like ice. I’m surprised how serious and scary I sound. She looks extremely shocked but I hold her gaze trying to be intimidating, staring at her right in the eyes. I think it works, she then starts to turn pale. “..God, relax he was being dumb-”

“I don’t want to fucking hear that. Never say it again.” I seethe.

She looks away irritated yet still too afraid to comment.

I turn to look at you, to smile at you. You look scared too. You are staring intensely at your desk. No doubt trying to pretend you are somewhere else entirely. You are so embarrassed I think almost I see tears welling up behind your eyes. I long to reach out and touch you. Your arm is right next to mine. Shaking ever so slightly. I continue to look at you because I don’t want to look away. You say nothing. You don’t even glance at me.

The bell rings and you briskly clumsily gather all your things and are the first one to run out of the class. Still blushing and staring intently downward.

Lunch time. I’m sitting with the only person I can stand to be around. Other people call him Quasimodo because he was in a car accident and it left his back hunched. He was also heavy and big like you.

I strike up a conversation about you with him. “Yea, I know how it feels to be bullied…”

“Really?” I ask. He seems well liked enough.

“Yea, haha I mean it used to be worse than it is now.”

“Yea, but the ‘Quasimodo’ thing people are just teasing, they do like you though.”

“You don’t understand…” he replies “I used to be really hideous.”

I pause before saying, “Hey we should invite Anon (you) to sit with us.”

You usually pace back and forth near the lunch-line staring at the ground and mumbling to yourself.

“Yea we should…” my friend replies, “But I don’t know if he will do it.”

“Don’t be silly, he knows we are different from the others.”

My friend looks a little skeptical though. As I see you walk by with your lunch I call to you “Hey Anon, come sit with us.” As friendly as possible.

You look up from the ground at me. Making eye contact for the first time… well ever really. “STOP MAKING FUN OF ME!” You bellow. Then you run, literally run, away.

I turn towards Quasimodo and he just looks sad. “I was trying to be nice” I tell him.

“I know you were, but he doesn’t know that…”

“But.. that’s sad….”

“I know…”

“How do I get him to believe me.”

“Just for his own good, leave him alone…”

“No, it can’t be that bad.”

“You just don’t understand…”

I do understand. Every day I want to die and I don’t know why. And I don’t know why I see myself in you. But I feel like if I can save you maybe I can save myself…

—–

I started thinking about you all the time. I watched you in class. I really don’t think you noticed. The things you did in flash on the computer were amazing, adorable, and hilarious. I wonder if anyone else noticed me staring? Every time you stood up to drop off a piece of work in the teachers box you looked so awkward and embarrassed. I’d watch the way that the fat moves on your body and wonder what you looked like naked. I’d never seen anyone as big as you naked before. You are so tall and large I wonder if you have a big dick all the time… I wonder how often you cum a day or if you even masturbate at all. Every guy masturbates but you just seem so excruciatingly innocent. I feel constant shame and guilt for how turns on it makes me. I feel like if anyone knew what I was thinking I’d be an ostracized freak as well. The more I think about it though… the less I care. The more I see how they treat you the less I care what they would ever think of me.

—–

Your pain is just the embodiment of everything I feel. I know it hurts you, but it hurts me too having to see it. If there was anything I could do to stop it… I’m too afraid to talk to you or touch you or comfort you. I’m too afraid of not fitting in. Of appearing abnormal.

One day I see you on a very good friends facebook. Wow you have a facebook. I add you, I start to chat you up. Wow you can actually talk to me in text. You seem so cheerful. We should meet I suggest. You laugh at this and joke. No though we should meet up right now, I’m bored. You question me. “Are you serious, why would you want to go on a date with a guy like me?”

“I don’t know… I like you.”

You say nothing. I tell you to hang on I have to check and see if I can use the car. No of course I can’t. I tell you I can’t today but we should talk again.

We talk again. And again and again. Only on the internet though. You actually talk through text at least a little bit. I can’t be too flirty though or you just stop replying.

—–

A year goes by of talking this way. I don’t see you at school anymore because I graduated and I moved to a college town nearby. I don’t think about you as much. I have my own apartment. By your facebook, which I still check though, you are a million times better. Now that you aren’t around the people at school. You seem happy.

We start talking more and more again. Like before. I start to ask you about high school, what you thought of me, how you felt, things like that.

You reply cryptically. You just say you used to be really sad and now you aren’t.

I’m getting drunk one night alone. We are IMing. We have never even talked on the phone before. I ask you if you ever noticed how much I liked you. You don’t reply. I ask you if you want to see my tits. You don’t reply. I send tits anyway. You reply, “you are too amazing…” I feel pride. I tell you I liked you a lot. You don’t reply. I tell you I used to fantasize about you. You don’t reply. I ask you do you like me. You reply “Yes.” I ask you how many times a day you masturbate and what you cum to. You reply with that you don’t masturbate but you have wet dreams. I ask why don’t you masturbate. You say that it feels dirty. How can a 19 year old guy never masturbate? I ask if you are turned on. “Yes.” I ask if you want to see me masturbate on cam. “Yes.” I get on cam. I’m slowly stripping off lingerie and rubbing my clit and tits lightly for you. You say nothing. “Is this weird?” I ask. You say “sorry, I just don’t know what to do…” Neither do I actually. I say I have to go I’ve probably had too much to drink.

—–

Next day I message you. I complain about being lonely. You say you are sorry. I ask if you want to hang out. You agree. Finally.

We hang out at my place but you do nothing but stare intensely at your phone. Are you even looking at anything? I wonder. I want to get your attention so badly.

I want to see where you live “Can we go to your place?” I suggest. We can watch Lord of the Rings together since we share that interests. You say I won’t like it there but you eventually begrudgingly agree. You have no idea what to do, do you?

—–

We get to your house and I can see why you didn’t want to take me there. It’s a very small poverty ridden place. Messy too. You keep apologizing. It’s okay I insist. I command you put on Lord of the Rings to try and take your mind off of your nervousness.

I have you lay down on the dirty mattress, in your pathetic dark room, where you play video games and be lonely all day. You can’t even look at me as I lay down next to you. Wrap my arms around you and snuggle, press my body into yours. Your breathing increases. I love how you are in disbelief the whole time. I love it. I love how you just lay there stunned at first, too panicked to make any moves.

As we snuggle I move so close that my breath is on your neck, ears, and lips… making your heart race. I know you are able to feel my chest breathing against yours. I start slowly running my fingertips against your skin all over, go up under the shirt to feel how soft your torso is. Only the most slight and gentle touches as I breath right against you. You flinch and slightly gasp every time my fingers make contact with your skin until you are trembling and dizzy from how amazing it feels. My breath has increased too because I’m so wet by your reactions… Dripping wet.

Of course Lord of the Rings is playing but neither of us are looking at the screen and probably won’t be paying attention to it for a long time.

I can tell that senses can barely take in all the sensations that are happening at once. The way I smell, the softness of my body, how close I am, fingertips gently exploring your bare skin. I slowly pry your shirt off.

I wish I knew what was going on in your mind. How over-welming it is. To finally be touched after all these years of ridicule. I want to make you feel so special. I know I should stop but it’s turning me on so much to toy with you like this.

I move my face so close to yours and giggle at your reactions making you even more nervous and self conscious. I run my hands through your hair lovingly and move to look you right in the eyes. Trying to see if I can see all the years of abuse in those sad blue eyes. You are so precious.

You glance away. Not able to grasp the intensity of the moment or the colossal reality of what is really happening… Heart racing… My finger tips on your body cause little shocks where ever I touch. You are squirming really bad as I move in closer. Still toying with your body I finally make contact with your lips to mine and you freeze.

I’m kissing you very slowly. Lightly prying at your lips with mine. Awkwardly you return the kiss and quickly you are even more nervous than ever. Almost like your brain is short circuiting from the heart-stopping wave of emotions.

Your breath is against my lips. Your whole body trembling.

I start to tug at your pants as I sensually kiss you. ”take them” off I command. You fondle clumsily at them while I cup your face in my hands and force you to kiss me harder. Suddenly you can feel me pressed against your bare skin… Your shamefully fat body. I know you love it. I can feel your hard dick pressed against your pants.

I stop and stand up facing you and take off all of my clothes while looking at you. Your eyes are locked on my pale form. My perky breasts and tiny dripping pussy. You daringly glance at my face and I just smile which sends tingles up your spine. I just giggle at how flustered you are, blushing just from seeing my body. Yet you still want to look don’t you?

I lay down right next to you still looking at your face. I’m not touching you yet just looking at your face with a devilish smile. Not looking at your cock, not your body, but your cute adorable face. The best part. I can’t believe a gentle adorable shy creature such as your self was ever made fun of so much. You never deserved it.

You head is facing the ceiling and you close your eyes and take deep breaths through your nose trying to force yourself to stop hyperventilating. I giggle, amused, and lean in saying ‘you are so cute…’ in the sweetest most sultry voice before resuming kissing you. Trying to comfort you but your perfect lips just start breathing harder against my kisses.

You start to feel a lump in your throat and tears well up behind your eyes because no one has ever said that genuinely before. Only to mock and make fun of you. Before you can react I’m pressing my bare body right against your bare body. You can feel my hard nipples on my torso. Your eyes flutter open and you gasp at what’s happening. I intertwine my legs to yours and pull you closer. You are like putty in my hands. Your body starting twitching, trembling, gasping, panting with each touch. I explore your thighs, belly, torso, I pull away from your lips and start to kiss your neck licking up to the rim of your ear and nibbling on it.

You’d are still too afraid to touch me. So I take your hands and move them onto my tits, and you whimper with sudden panic. I softly coo and kiss you to calm you down. Still in control of your hands I move them down to my ass, encouraging you to explore more before releasing your hands and they start trembling as you awkwardly touch me all over by yourself. Still slightly hesitant and in shock that I’m allowing you to touch me.

I take one hand and start to move it between my legs you are so surprised you almost resist but I force your hand harder while begging you against your lips to feel how wet I am. I want you to know how dripping wet you are making me… Just for you.

As your finger touches my dripping silky slit you gasp loudly. I see your eyes dilate before you squeeze them closed in embarrassment. How does it feel knowing you are the one who made me this wet…? I wonder.

So wet for you because you are mine now… nothing can stop what’s about to happen. I know your balls are aching already despite all your insecurity and fear of what will happen after I conquer you. I know you want it so bad. I can see the precum dripping through your boxers. I almost wonder if you’ve cum already or something.

I start grinding into your finger trying to encourage you to move it in and out of me. Your finger is trembling like crazy inside of me. I can see the rest of your body shivering as well. I move so my lips close to your ear to moan sweetly into telling you how good it feels over and over.

I get so horny that I pull your finger out by your wrist and take your wrists and pin you to the bed while jumping on to to straddle your thighs. Looking at you intensely in the eyes. I slowly let go of your wrist and trace my finger down the side of your face touching and looking at your lips I tell you softly, “you are so perfect, you know that?” You say nothing being at a complete loss for words. My eyes move to your body and I start playing with your tits licking the nipples and pressing my body against you… your hard cock is digging into my thighs threw your boxers. I ignore it for now as I ravish and touch your whole torso.

Then I move down kissing and playing with your belly, and finally sliding down your boxers. You look up at the ceiling in embarrassment as your huge cock is fully exposed to me… rock hard. I take my finger and smear the precum over the tip and you can barely stand it. Your whole body is trembling and mind racing. I look up at you but you only dare to make fast glances down at me while panting. I start stroking it slowly then start making out lovingly with the tip and moaning in satisfaction at your eager bucking hips.

I know if I go too fast you will cum. So I tease your cock. I lick it up and down, and stoke it, only slowly taking all of it in my mouth, using my tongue against the tip. I spread your legs wide and slide between them. I shove my nose into your balls first to inhale your musky scent. I love those sweaty disgusting balls. You look so embarrassed. Then I start lovingly kissing those too. While lightly tracing my finger against your butt crack. You have no idea what I’m going to do to you. I look up at you thinking about how I can do anything I want…

All I can think of you is that you are such a poor trembling creature. What can I do to comfort you??

I sit up on your thighs with my pussy pressing against your balls as I look down at you in pity and lust.

I bend down and kiss your face and neck while running my hands through your hair and pressing my breasts to your chest. You start to throw your head back. As I do this I take your cock from the base in my hands and press it to the opening of my slit. Grinding the wet lips against the tip, I pull back and look at your face eyes closed and trembling…

“Are you ready to lose your virginity?” I ask in the sweetest voice. You say nothing. Your mouth opens and closes trying to form words as you look at me wide eyed. “Do you want to…?” I whisper in desperate lust.

“…”

“I just want you so bad… I’m sorry…” I whine against your lips. You speak, stuttering, “I-I…” You are hesitant. I am too… So afraid to hurt your fragile heart. I can see worry and resistance in your face.

“Don’t you want to make me happy?” I ask.

“Y-yes!” You stammer, “but…”

“But I’m you don’t like me enough…” I finish, sighing “after all you barely know me…”

“N-No!” You gasp quickly, “I… like you… too much….”

“Not enough though… obviously” I state bleakly.

“No… ever since I met you you are all I can think about…!” You blurt wildly “I just – I don’t deserve this….!”

I start to lean in to give you a comforting kiss. “No, really” you say as you stop me by my shoulders. “What kind of person are you if you want me? I still can’t stop feeling like this is all a set up… I like you too much… but you are so far out of my league. If we go any further I’ll never be able to get over you… when you… finally leave me…”

I gaze into your face looking for traces of humor but you are dead serious.

“But what if I don’t leave you?” I ask.

“You will you are too good for me…”

“But what if… I like you too much too?”

You just look away and squeeze your eyes closed. Whimpering “Don’t tease me… I can’t take it…” I start to press my cunt harder against your dick, I can feel the tip edging into the opening. “No!” You gasp. But your cock twitches at the same time. “Please… I know you want it as bad as I do…” I moan hysterically. “Please please please… I need you so bad, I want to make you cum… I… I… I love you…!” I fumble for a moment. “I can’t stop thinking about you either, you are so cute, sweet, and perfect. I just want to show you how much I care. You deserve it… You deserve everything. I know I’M the one who isn’t good enough, but just accept the one thing I have to offer… I want you to be happy, I would never hurt you…”

You start to cry “Don’t say these things when I know you don’t mean it!” you say. I push down further on your dick and gasp as it completely enters me suddenly. “omg, sweetie, it feels sooo good…” I look you in the face and trace my finger on your lips. “You are so amazing…” I moan in complete ecstasy. You can feel every inch of your cock against my throbbing wet walls.

“Please, Anon…” Tears are running down your cheeks now… “D-don’t..” you stutter but you are harder than ever inside of me. “You are so good… you know that?” I ask slowly starting to grind against it. You moan loudly.

I start going faster and you pathetically squirm under me in a brief attempt to escape. “Why don’t you like me?!” I yell. “I DO… I LOVE YOU OKAY!?” You blurt. I pause. You cover both eyes with your hands trying to hold back tears in shame.

“If you love me, cum inside me…!” I gasp.

Finally you grab my hips and start ramming your cock into me. I moan so loud I’m going crazy. Moaning your name telling you how good it feels, how cute you are, how perfect, how much I love you. You can feel my wetness dripping down to your ass crack and getting all over both of our thighs.

In a blur you flip me over on to my back and force my legs above my head and start pounding me. I can feel your droopy belly hitting my clit and it feels so amazing. I start playing with your tits and belly. You are pounding so hard… what a good obedient little fuck toy you make. So perfect.

“So close, almost there… please make me cum I know you can do it… So good, I know you can do it…” I encourage you.

I start cumming looking you right in the face. I gasp “I’m cumming” You can feel my pussy both squirting and gushing… All over your thighs and belly.

You can feel my cunt throbbing and squeezing your dick tight. It feels so amazing that you don’t know if you’ve been cumming the whole time.

I slow push you out. You look down at the mess wondering if any of it is your cum. Your dick is still rock hard. I’m blushing so much.

“D-did you cum…?” I ask.

“I have no idea…” You say. You don’t know if you even will be able to cum your nerves are so shot.

I smile and say “…That was so amazing, I want to try something…” You say nothing. I wiggle out from underneath you and you flip on your back again. I’m standing above you looking down at the mess I’ve made.

Your eyes are watery and your throbbing cock is covered all over in my sticky cum. “Poor thing…” I say. I bend over and start to clean your cock and belly with my lips. You gasp and squirm again. Oh man how can you be still hard if you came already?

I turn and stand above you. I position myself so I’m standing with your head between my legs. You look up at me in terror. “How’s the view?” I ask. You are staring right at my pale slit. I slowly squat down grabbing your hair gently. At first you don’t know what to do as my pussy lips make contact with your lips. I start to grind against them slowly muffling your little whimpers of panic. “Lick it baby…” I command. You open your mouth, “suck on the clit…” You start sucking with the most adorable obedient look on your face. I can tell you are trying really hard. I encourage you a lot.

I grab your hair and with wild abandon I start grinding into your face harder. I can tell by your cute muffled noises that I’m suffocating you a little but it feels so good I lose myself in the moment right before I cum again squirting on your face.

I pull away to look at your face and see if you are okay. You are panting and wide eyed. Poor thing!

“Thank you so much…” I coo and start to lick my juices off your lips.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/678kmb/taking_the_virginity_of_our_high_schools_outcast

8 comments

  1. @Healing Syndrome” is a strong reversal of electric flow – now inward instead of outward. Their aura does not stretch away from their bodies but turns against it – becoming thick and difficult to penetrate.
    Often these healers are imprisoned by their own unresolved feeling of neglect and/or trauma/loss. These healers then selflessly serve others – less fortunate than they – mostly to avoid dealing with their own pain or suffering. We see it a lot in BDSM and PTSD among other conditions.

  2. Full of ones self…. stopped reading after they said ‘I was no snob, despite being beautiful’…… bladda bladda

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