Just watch Cinda until practice is over

From Create Your Own Story

Being a young teenage girl is tough!

You're having a difficult enough time adjusting to the twists your life has taken the past couple of days without adding any additional complications. You take a seat in the bleachers and watch the practice.

The girls are muscular and graceful. Poetry in motion. You find yourself admiring them and wondering if you could ever be like that.

You wait while they head into the locker room, shower, change and emerge. Cinda takes your small hand in her strong one and begins to guide you away. You hear a funny noise from behind you and see T propelling himself as fast as he can with a crutch. His lower left leg has a cast on it.

"What do you want, nerd?" Cinda snaps at him.

"Um... what happened to my cell phone?" he mumbles. "I had it with me..."

"It kind of shattered when you tripped and fell, loser," Cinda smirks.

T looks at you. "I don't suppose you still have yours?"

You check your purse. Your cell phone is gone!

Cinda chuckles. "You must have left it in our bedroom, honey." She wraps her arm around you and pulls you in for a kiss. You kiss her back with passion. Frustrated, T starts to turn away. With no access to any evidence, he can't blackmail you into anything. Before he can move, he's surrounded by the rest of the girls.

"He's the perfect build," Bertha says. The look in her eyes seems to be predatory.

Nessa chuckles. "So he is."

"Hold it, girls," Cinda interrupts. "At least wait until his leg heals."

"I think now would be fine," Camille, a discus thrower, chimes in.

"Fine for what?" a very confused T asks.

"I'll bet he's a virgin, too," a tall javelin thrower whose name you don't know grins. "He'll like it a lot. And we'll do all the work. He won't even have to move."

T looks at the girls surrounding him and simply nods his acquiescence. Cinda chuckles. "Let's go home. Nessa will send me the pics and video tonight."

That evening, after studying and some light making out with Cinda, she gets a text. A few minutes later, she returns. "They broke him in. Nessa used the 8-incher on him. They all had a crack at him with it, and he came 4 times." She smiles. "Want to watch, or shall we just snuggle and sleep?"




Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.

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