The following events are completely true. Both 18 at the time.
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I've never truly been a good girl.
Sure, I looked the part. As a Muslim, I'd worn the headscarf since I was 11 years old, not by force or whatever- (hey, we're not all oppressed) but mostly as a way to imitate the girls in my family.
Wearing the headscarf meant guys never noticed me when I was younger. Dances came and went, and I was never asked. I went through high school pretty much invisible, a late bloomer.
Until senior year, when I started to mature and develop- both mentally and physically that is. My body filled out. It seemed as though overnight my 10As had transformed into 10DDs. My skin cleared up, and with some healthy diet and exercise, my stomach became flatter and my ass got fatter.
People started to notice. I remember one guy even asked if I was new- and he'd been in all my classes since the 2nd grade. I still wore the headscarf, and I tried to dress modestly, but it seemed as though everything I'd owned had shrunk- all my clothes seemed to hug my body.
I needed to go shopping, I knew I did. Every inch of me was still covered except for my hands and face, but everything I wore was skin tight.
Muslim girls aren't supposed to show their curves, they're supposed to cover up. Dress modestly to avoid male attention.
But secretly, I loved it.
I loved the lingering looks boys gave me as I passed them in the hallway. It was as if they were undressing me with their eyes, wondering what lay beneath the headscarf. I could feel their gaze following my ass as I walked past, could hear their whispering about my huge breasts.
But enough about that.
I think we've established that although I dress the part- well, the headscarf, for the most part- we know that I'm not a very good Muslim. Why? Because since realising this effect I have on men, I've used it. For pleasure. To please.
I love sex.
Before I actually began having sex, I was obsessed with it. I'd watch porn for hours, waiting until I was sure that my whole family was asleep so I could sign onto Pornhub and watch video after video while rubbing my clit. I loved it all. Missionary. Doggy style. Anal. Lesbian sex. Bisexual sex. Orgies, gangbangs, double penetration. Even a little dabbling into watersports. I wanted to try it all. I was horny 24-fucking-seven. Massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples, I'd think about getting fucked to the point of passing out. I wanted it so bad. I didn't have a dildo or a vibrator (impossible in a Muslim household), but I had the handle of my hairbrush, which is a little embarrassing but came in handy.
Late at night or when nobody was home, I'd fuck myself with the hairbrush until I came over and over again.
But I still craved the real thing. I wanted cock, and I wanted it bad. I wanted to suck cock, multiple cocks, I wanted to get fucked hard, I wanted to be gang-banged. I'm not sure where these cravings came from, but they were in me, and they needed to be satiated. It was time for me to lose my virginity, I thought. Fuck what Islam says, fuck what my parents say. I couldn't handle it anymore. I needed cock more than I needed anything in my life.
And so, I set about my mission. 1. Lose my virginity. There was a whole list of things I wanted to do before I was married off to some guy I'd have to deal with for the rest of my life who would probably be totally vanilla in bed. Don't get me wrong, I'd never be forced into an arranged marriage or whatever, but Muslims believe in abstinence before marriage, which is why so many of us, male and female, are married young- pretty much so we don't fuck around.
But really, all I wanted to do was fuck around. I knew most of the guys in my class were A-grade horny all the fucking time, so I figured it wouldn't take much for me to wrap one around my little finger.
It was a Thursday morning. I had Chemistry for first period, which meant I'd be next to Adam, my lab partner for the next hour. He greeted me as I walked into class, and I noticed him take a quick look at my breasts in my tight white shirt that seemed to be bursting at the seams.
Remembering my mission, I took a quick glance at him.
Hm. Adam was cute. 6 feet tall, light brown hair and green eyes, I'd never really noticed him- I was too busy thinking about getting fucked by one of the pornstars in the videos I watched every night. Adam would do nicely.
"Hey Adam," I said, giving him a peck on the cheek. "Ready for today's lab?"
As I leaned over to grab my labcoat from where it hung near him, I made sure to brush my breast against his arm. I heard an audible gulp.
"Uh..yeah Nora. I am. How are you?"
"I'm great. Really great. How are you?"
"Yeah, good."
There was an awkward silence after that. Adam and I weren't really close at all, I only really saw him on Thursdays for lab after all.
Dammit, I hadn't thought this far. My plan had been, step 1, say hello, step 2, suck his dick. But putting that plan into action might be a little harder than I thought. I had to be confident. Get what I want. An idea sprung to mind.
I raised my hand. "Mr. Fletcher?"
"Yes, Nora?"
"May I use the bathroom?"
"Go right ahead. However next time, go at lunch time."
Yeah, yeah, I thought.
I wondered into the girl's bathroom, touching up my makeup. I was going to get fucked today. I pulled out my phone and started a new msg to Adam.
"Hey. Can you come out to the hallway- emergency! Plz!" I typed. I sent it.
