"Samantha, could you tell me a bit about why you are here today?" His voice was smooth and comforting.
"It all started about a month ago, I was still a virgin and..."
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One Month ago:
Winter had just ended in Toronto and the warming sun of spring had caused all of the flowers to start blooming. Samantha always felt very calm and peaceful in the spring; but all that was about to change, forever.
Samantha was late for school again. She walked into her class with her head bent down, trying to avoid eye contact with the teacher, Mr. Fredrick. She sat by the windows, her hair illuminated with sunlight. It was hot today and she had stopped to get some ice cream on her way to school. She ate a lot of junk food, but never seemed to get fat.
Samantha was a shy but kind girl; she almost always had an ecstatic and warming smile. She was smart and pretty, but she always stayed away from the popular groups, because she didn't believe in labelling people like that. She is 18 years old, has shoulder length black hair, blue eyes, pale skin and her tits are DD. Today she was wearing her favourite black tank top, blue shorts and black leather ankle boots.
Samantha's favourite thing in the entire world is eating and playing the electric guitar. She loved every type of music, from Led Zeppelin to Adele. She had been trying hard for many years to start a band, but there weren't many kids that were the least bit 'cool' at her school. Her school was in downtown Toronto, filled with lame posers who didn't understand anything past Green Day.
But Samantha Logan has a secret, she is still a virgin. Boys always stared at her when she walked down the school halls, but they never actually talked to her. She is an outsider, she belongs to no groups and the rich girls want to keep it that way. She had a void in her heart that could only be filled by the dick of a kind boy. She wanted love in the form of sexual relief. She was incredibly shy when it came to asking boys out as well as being incredibly shy when she spoke to anybody. She was tough though, she didn't take shit from anyone and the Jocks and rich girls knew it, they just kept their distance.
"Samantha Logan! You're late, again!"
"I'm sorry Mr. Fredrick."
"Well sorry isn't good enough; you will have to come back here after school for detention."
"But Mr. Fredrick, I had plans to see a movie after school." She whined.
"No but's young lady, you've been late every day this week and I've had enough of it!" Mr. Fredrick was a man in his late 40's. He had a thick moustache, wore bottle bottom glasses and he spoke with a dry rasp.
Samantha sighed as she gave into the idea of her perfect warm spring day ending before it even began. She sat through her morning class filled with disappointment. What would she say to Courtney?
Samantha had only one friend at the school and that was her best friend, Courtney. Courtney was also an outsider; she was the only girl on the baseball team and one of the best players at that. The boys on the baseball team were your standard jocks and were pretty jealous of her talent. They couldn't do anything about her though, because coach had soft spot for her. She was a strong willed person and Samantha's only role model (besides Joan Jett).
Lunch finally came and Samantha was dreading that she would have to tell her dear friend the disappointing news. She walked into the crowded lunch room and saw Courtney sitting at an empty table. They both smiled as they saw each other, Courtney waved her over.
Courtney was beautiful, although a little bit larger than your average teenage girl and always seemed to be a little bit depressed. She had muscles and she knew how to use them, the look in her eyes told horny jocks to back off, or else. They sat and talked while sharing a disgusting plate of cafeteria poutine. It was a sloppy mess of gravy and melted cheese sitting on top of greasy french fries. Poutine was Samantha's favourite food and she could eat it at anytime, anywhere; no matter how bad the quality.
"Hey Courtney, I have some bad news." Samantha announced as she swirled some melted cheese with her fork, not looking at Courtney directly.
"Me too, I can't see the movie today, I have baseball practice until 4:15." Courtney answered in a disappointed tone.
Samantha suddenly lit up with joy as the light bulb turned on in her head. Ding! "That's great! I have detention until 4:00, we can just meet afterwards!"
"Well, ok then," Courtney said. Her spirits lifted. "meet me outside the girls changing room at 4:30."
They finished their fries and went off to their next classes. Samantha's next class was Maths and it was filled with jocks and super geeks. She walked in and headed to her favourite seat, it was at the back where not too many people sat.
"Hey Samantha! Could you pick up my pencil for me?" Asked a handsome Jock, pointing at a small pencil on the floor, a desk away from where she was standing.
Samantha was caught off guard because somebody as handsome as him was suddenly talking to her! She sighed as she went to retrieve it. She walked over to it and started to kneel down, when she suddenly felt two hands on her hips. She screamed as she saw her shorts were pulled down her legs. She turned around and saw the handsome jock; he had an evil grin on his face. The class burst out laughing. She just stood there, more embarrassed than she ever had been before. She stood there, vulnerable in her white cotton panties with a small wet spot in the middle. She quickly pulled up her shorts and gave the jock an evil glare. Bam! She socked him right in the side of his head, which caused him to fall to the ground. Samantha ran from the room, desperately holding in her tears until she got inside the bathroom.