Chapter 2: Like, How Long

I reached into my purse and pulled out my mirror to fix my mascara while I watched the students leave. Maximilian held hands with Freya. I thought they had broken up. I had hoped to convince Max to ask me out. Maybe they will break up again. Jason walked by himself, without Gigi on his arm. Maybe they broke up. I could date him. He had wavy, sexy hair and a solid, yummy body. Gigi said that he likes blow jobs, and I enjoy giving blow jobs, so we would make a great couple. I wonder how to drop the hint? Should I try what I did with Brad and just ask him? Or should I dress super sexy and wait for him to ask me? Without larger breasts, would he act like the rest of the guys and not ask? Gigi didn’t have big breasts, more prominent than mine, but still, maybe he broke up with her because he wanted a girlfriend with smaller breasts. I giggled at the absurd thought, and the secretary glanced at me to shut up.

I put away my mirror and focused on the unopened wooden door. Someone had written words above the door in black marker, almost invisible against the deep, dark wood frame. I had great perception; in fact, I had excellent reflexes and speed, but not at an enhanced level, but better than average. Only my healing enchantment made me enhanced, and only barely. It registered as a 2.1, with two as the cut-off for our special school. A normal person registers as a one, and while my other attributes registered between 1.2 and 1.5, they did not meet the magical enhanced level. In total, I had four attributes above the standard one, which, if they had registered a bit higher, would have made me extra special, maybe unique enough that the military would make special concessions for me. Instead, I barely made it as enhanced, and except for Polana and Cindy, everyone called me super standard. At first, I thought they meant to compliment me, but now I know they said it as an insult.

The door hadn’t moved or changed. As I stared at the words, they resolved into “abandon clothes, all who enter, for thee are fucked”. I giggled at the idea that I had to strip before going in. I hadn’t shaved down there in a week. I hope Principal Foam didn’t punish me for not being hygienic enough. Cindy says that I need to keep it clean, and she checks every so often with her tongue, and she hates it when she gets hair in her teeth. She said the nurse and principal would punish me if they found it unclean, which, based on rumor, I believed.

I responded to a message from the new dating site. A dick picture, which I always loved. The dick had thick black hair, greyish pink balls covered in wrinkles, and hung at least six or seven inches soft. The flacid pink dick with red helmet had a small drop of fluid on the tip. If he grew, he would split even Polana, however, Cassie and Sage both say that guys with long soft dicks rarely grow much, but I didn’t care, because you would at least get that size when hard. They both preferred large dicks, although, Sage doesn’t like them too big.

With a thought, I showed Cindy the picture, before I remembered that I hated her. She snorted, grabbed my phone, and began to type on it. I stared at her with murder in my mind, but didn’t dare make a scene. We didn’t need to get into more trouble. Cindy stuck out her tongue as she used my phone. Sweat grew at the nape of my neck while my stomach turned at what she might do. The secretary stood up, went to the filing cabinet, moved some paper around, then returned to her plush rolling chair.

Cindy finally returned my phone with a smirk. I opened the message that she sent.

“Du u thnk ill fit,” she had written and added a photo of my spread pussy that she had taken last week. I had shaved but had nicked my self above an inch above my clit, and on my right inner thigh. My lips had grown engorged with blood from embarrassment and Cindy’s fingers. My small hole looked like a tiny mouth turned on its side. I liked the wet, wavy lips but hated the stubble and pimples around it, especially the enormous red pimple on the left. I almost wish she had sent the hairy one before. However, guys hated hair, so better pimples and spotty skin than thick black hair.

Sage texted back a long rant about how much she hated Principal Foam. Which didn’t surprise me. She spent the first three weeks of school in the principal’s office, until someone gave her an STD. Mom and Dad flipped that Sage had had sex, and worse, unprotected. They transferred her to the public school, until she broke a guy’s arm, and she was sent to military recruitment early without graduating. After her first tour, Sage returned with a permanent frown. She had cut all her golden hair and had a bullet scar on her right forearm.