The Larissa Epic
Copyright© 2026 by Oz Ozzie
Chapter 1: Late November, 2022
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1: Late November, 2022 - At the start of the story, Larissa is a young woman failing to cope with Covid. The story trace's Larissa's growth through the challenges of Covid and marriage with Julian, and the lives of people around her, ending with Larissa and her friends changing the nature of Australia
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa Mult Teenagers Fiction Rags To Riches Light Bond Group Sex Orgy Exhibitionism Oral Sex Nudism
“Helena!”
Helena sighed and stood up, doing her best to ignore the tingling in her legs. When her mother called her in that tone of voice, she had to do what she was told, or else. Had her mum been drinking again? Probably.
“Come with me!”
She looked back at her little oasis, her safe place, and sighed. Her father had built it for her, a little cubby in the backyard, with a swing and a slide. Back in the better days. When she was smaller. The cubby wasn’t big enough for her anymore, really, but that was why it was her safe place. Too small for her mother to go in there, she just shouted at Helena from outside.
She carefully made her way across the yard and made it without falling over. The grass was growing long now; who would cut the grass now that Helena couldn’t? She didn’t know.
She didn’t know a lot of things. Did she care anymore? She didn’t know that either. Her life wasn’t exactly great before The Problem, as her mother called it, but it sure wasn’t afterwards. She’d gradually been having more problems with her fingers and toes feeling funny, a kind of semi-continuous tingle in them. Eventually her mother had taken her to the doctor, who’d referred her for more tests. But that would be more money, so the tests hadn’t happened, and gradually her symptoms had escalated to feeling funny walking, then walking funny. Nor had the tests happened when she started getting occasional shooting pains in her legs either. Her mother hadn’t cared about that at all. Then one day at school, she’d been doing PE and the teacher had shouted at her when she didn’t run with the other kids, so she’d tried, and fallen over.
That had got the teacher’s attention properly. Once the school knew, her mother had to take it seriously, and after the doctor looked at the test results, Helena was referred to some specialist doctor up in the city. He was the one who told her mother that if she didn’t have some expensive medication that her walking would gradually get worse and worse, and it had already deteriorated to a funny waddle, as her mum so quaintly put it.
Of course they couldn’t pay for the medication. Fat chance of that. There was never enough money for anything, not since her father had left. Certainly never enough money for Helena, as had been crystal clear when she asked her mother for fifty dollars so she could buy a friend’s old smashed up phone. All she wanted to do was message the few friends she had after school, instead of sitting in her cubby by herself. It wasn’t like they were really good friends, more out of sympathy than anything, but at least they were something. They all had phones now, and Helena was missing out on everything. Totally everything now that it was school holidays.
Not that it would help that much to know what they were doing; Helena lived in a little village outside Traralgon and there was no way for her to get to the town by herself, no bus, and she could hardly walk to town now. She’d dreamed of having a bike but now she couldn’t imagine how she even could ride a bike at all. So her friends could agree to meet at the shops, but she couldn’t join them even if she knew what was going on.
The doctor said she’d gradually get worse, more symptoms. A wheelchair. Like they could afford that. How would she even get to school with a wheelchair? No space for that in the school bus, and she was way too embarrassed to ask about that, let people know what was in her future. Crippled. Ruined. Useless.
It was possible her mother would just leave her. She’d sort of done it a few times, disappeared off drinking, maybe with a man. A couple of times she’d left Helena with her grandparents, but they’d been quite clear what they thought about that. A few times she’d left Helena at home. Well, she would sometimes go out on dates, but a couple of times she just hadn’t come home, and Helena had to get herself off to school while wondering, was this the time she just didn’t come home? And once, she’d got home from school and her mother had never come home, never called. She’d called her mum’s mobile phone several times, nothing. But her mum had been there the next morning, cheerfully pretending it was normal for her simply not to come home from work.
Helena had talked to her friends, listened to them complaining about their families, their mothers. And she knew that none of this was normal. She’d love to have what they complained about, but she was careful not to complain about anything, in case things got worse. Like they had when she complained to her father about her mother a couple of years earlier. She’d come home from school a couple of days later to find that her father and her older brother had disappeared. Since then, things had gradually been getting worse. Helena knew what the real problem was: her mother was a shrew, and just naturally blamed everyone else for everything, couldn’t get on with anyone. Sooner or later she’d lose her job, and who knew what would happen then?
“Where are we going? Helena asked once they were in the old wreck her mum called a car.
“Your rich bitch cousin Larissa, the one that hates on her family, Helena. We’re going to find out whether she’s completely a bitch, or just mostly a bitch.”
Helena looked at her mother in amazement. Larissa? Her mother often went off about how much she hated Larissa. How what she said about Helena’s loving uncle who married that slut Raychelle was all lies, and how the bad blood from Raychelle showed through in her children, and they’d refused to even come to their own father’s funeral. Helena didn’t exactly follow this; the “slut” Raychelle had somehow ended up living in some sort of terrible sin with the mega wealthy business guy who pretty much owned the entire valley, while the two little bastard children, one of them was the guy who was employing thousands of people up and down the valley, and the other was Larissa, a name she heard constantly on the lips of her friends. Beautiful, famous, wealthy, a hero for many reasons for all the kids in the valley. And the one that her mother hated on the most of all. Who she blamed for her big brother’s death.
“We’re going to see Larissa? Where?”
“I heard that she hangs out at a park with her slut friends from school on Sunday afternoons. So we’ll find out.”
They sat in the car park watching a whole lot of families with very young parents arriving, saying hello to each other. “Teenage mothers, Helena. Sluts. Sleep with anyone.”
Helena nodded. That sure looked like it was true, based on their ages, and she’d heard something about that at school from some older girls gossiping while she could hear. But she wasn’t entirely sure how that was different from her mother who would also sleep with anyone. At least judging from the quality of the few guys she’d brought home. Both them and her mum needed a fair bit of alcohol before they could bring themselves to sleep with each other. That’s what it looked like to Helena for sure.
Then, a few minutes later, her mother said, “That’s her. Bitch.” Helena looked, and an attractive woman hopped out of her car and opened the passenger’s door after having a good look around. That was Larissa? She sure didn’t look like her pictures.
But then another woman got out, and Helena recognised Larissa straight away. Helena hadn’t seen Larissa for a few years and she was older, and somehow she carried herself differently, but yes, it was still Larissa. The car drove off, and Larissa walked into the park where the other families had gone, with the other woman following her.
“OK. Let’s go!”
Helena carefully got out of the car, and followed her mother, as fast as she could. She tried, she really did, but she tired quickly when walking now, and her mother was a few steps ahead when she got to Larissa, now surrounded by all the mothers that they’d seen, talking excitedly about Larissa being attacked on Friday night. Someone else hated Larissa enough to attack her? Perhaps it wasn’t just her mother then.
But then Larissa saw her mother, and she was crystal clear. Leave. Get out, I don’t want to see you.
Her mother made her pitch: do you hate us, won’t you help Helena? She didn’t exactly explain things very well, but it was clear Larissa wasn’t going to give her any time to do that. Larissa just brushed her off, said that she’d had enough of the family.
Her mum blew up at Larissa, just like she did at Helena sometimes, and walked off in a huff. Helena did her best to follow, but her mum wasn’t slowing down. “Fucking rich bitch,” she heard her mum say. “She didn’t care one little bit.” But Helena had seen the look on Larissa’s face before she turned to leave. And she looked back and saw Larissa lying on the ground, sobbing. Maybe Larissa did care one little bit, but not enough. “Fucking useless child,” her mum said. “Why am I stuck with you?”
Helena had no chance of keeping up with her mother. She even tried running, but then she fell over. By the time she got herself up again, and back to the car park, her mother was gone. Gone, leaving Helena there alone.
It was all too much; she sat on the kerb of the carpark where their car had been and bawled her eyes out. What was left in her life? Crippled, ruined, everyone hated on her, including her mother, and even her own body hated her.
Helena didn’t know how long she’d been crying. It felt like hours, but her soul was still broken, and she couldn’t stop. Her mum hadn’t come back, either. Then someone sat down beside her. She looked, and it was Larissa.
“Your mum left you behind?”
Helena nodded. She didn’t know what else to say. She didn’t really want to talk to Larissa. Imagine if her mum came back and saw her doing that! But she didn’t have much choice; a man had just taken good look at her, which had scared her. And her mum had left her alone here. Larissa at least was someone she knew.
“She leave you behind often?” Larissa’s voice was compassionate. Not angry, which Helena would’ve expected.
“Sometimes. When she’s been drinking. But never like this.”
Larissa nodded. “Can you see where she is on your phone?”
As if Helena had a phone, though all her friends did. She said as much, and Larissa was compassionate about that. Larissa said that she didn’t even have hair spray when she was Helena’s age. Then Larissa blew her mind by showing her videos of a friend of Larissa’s, a friend with something very similar to the curse that Helena had, and to her amazement, she saw a bright happy girl having a big life. How did she ... she couldn’t walk at all ... she had a boyfriend? Helena truly didn’t know what to think; Larissa said Helena could do the same, she could...?
Then Larissa asked, did Helena have any friends? Well, she sort of did, and Larissa loaned her security woman’s phone. At least she knew her friend’s home street, she’d been there once and they could look it up. A man answered, and she asked for her friend.
“Hi Helena?”
“Hi Athena.”
“What’s up?”
“Athena, can you come and rescue me? Mum’s left me behind in a park in town, the one near the highway bridge with the big playground.”
“She what? She left you alone? In the park? Really?!” Yes. Then she heard Athena talking to her mum. “Mum, it’s Helena. She says that her mum has left her alone in that park in town with the big playground.” She couldn’t hear what Athena’s mum said, but she was a lovely woman, the few times Helena had met her. “Can we go get her?” She heard more noise but couldn’t make it out. “We’re coming now,” Athena said. “We won’t be long.”
While they were waiting, Larissa showed her some more videos of Hannah. Then Larissa shocked her completely, and said that she’d pay for her medication, and she’d give Helena a phone. Helena knew that she could never let her mum find out. If she found it, her mum would take it for herself. And Larissa knew, she could tell. Knew that her mum was horrible to her sometimes. Knew that her mum didn’t care about her. Larissa’s mum knew too, she was standing there watching too. The other person in the world that Helena’s mum absolutely hated, so Helena didn’t know what to say to her.
Somehow, she knew that her mum had completely got it wrong about Larissa. She took the name and address of the doctor that Larissa gave her, and hid it in her bra, now that she was wearing one, which got an approving smile from Larissa.
Then Athena turned up, Larissa helped Helena up, and she walked carefully to their car and got in the back seat.
“You ok, dear?” Athena’s mum asked. “Who was that you were talking to?”
“That was my cousin, Larissa.”
“The Larissa!? She’s your cousin?” Athena couldn’t believe her ears. “How were you alone in the park if you were there with Larissa? Larissa! What was she doing in the park?”
Helena could hear it in her voice. It was like she’d said that Taylor Swift was in the park. But how was she alone? She’d just done what her mum and Larissa said. She explained. And telling the truth about that led to telling the truth about other things, things she never expected to tell anyone.
Her mum would be mad, but why should Helena care any more? Lots of things made her mum mad, but she was obviously wrong about Larissa. Very wrong. That was the one thing she didn’t tell Athena or Athena’s mum: she had that address, that doctor’s very magical address, tucked right next to her heart. She’d never tell anyone but her doctor, lest her mum somehow blow it up, but how would she tell him without her mum knowing?
At Athena’s house, Athena introduced Helena to her siblings and her dad, and then helped her up their stairs to Athena’s room. Helena shook her head at the luxury of a clean room with a soft bed, but she knew what she needed to do, and she got Athena to show her what she needed to know about her phone. She didn’t know which type of phone Larissa would get her, though she’d seen that Larissa had an Apple phone like Athena, so she focused intensely as Athena showed her how to use all the messaging apps on the phone.
She was still learning how Athena used her phone when Athena’s mum poked her head in the door. “Hey, Helena, I’ve got a policewoman on the phone, can you talk to her?”
When she said hello, a policewoman said, “I’m Constable Heidi Nyugen. Am I talking with Helena Woods?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“Are you OK?”
“I am now. I’m at my friend Athena’s house, and I’m very OK.” She really was. Lying here on Athena’s bed, looking at her phone, this was about the best it had ever been. Certainly recently. And that’s what she’d promised Larissa: to use her phone to make this happen more.
“OK. Do you know the address where you are?”
“Umm, only the street name. Jasmine Moore Street.”
“OK. Is it OK if I come and talk to you?”
“Sure.” Like she could say no to that.
“OK. Put me back on to Athena’s mum.”
They were still looking at the phone, photos and videos of Larissa now, what an amazing life she lived, when the policewoman turned up. Athena helped her down the stairs very understandingly, and then she told the policewoman her story, what had happened. She figured out that her mum had sicced the police on Larissa, somehow trying to get her into trouble, but instead, it was her mum in trouble. Stupid mum, like the police wouldn’t figure it out, or somehow wouldn’t be on Larissa’s side. They’d just watched the video of Larissa’s big party, and she’d seen how the police looked at Larissa. They were just as big fans as Athena.
Just like Larissa said, Heidi was very clear: Helena was to call the police if she didn’t feel safe at any time, or if her mum left her behind anywhere again. Heidi gave her a card, a number to call, and she tucked that one in the same place as that doctor’s address. Safe by her heart.
Athena’s family gave her a healthy dinner, and she watched a proper family have dinner together, something she’d nearly forgotten about. After dinner, Athena’s mum said for her to help in the kitchen and she discovered that was so Athena’s mum could tell her: anytime you want to spend time with your friends, and you need transport, let me know, and I’ll do my best to give you a lift.
Wow.
A couple of hours later her mum turned up, rather subdued. She didn’t say anything, just took Helena home and then she actually almost apologised for leaving Helena in the park. Like Athena’s mum said, she’d broken the law, and the police were mad at her.
The next day, her mum went to work, so she went and hung the red rag on the front gate, as she’d arranged with Larissa. A few hours later, a woman she didn’t know knocked on her front door and gave her a brand new iPhone and a card with a phone number, simply labelled “help”.
Her own phone! She got the woman to take a photo of her holding her phone and showing her excitement for Larissa, and then spent most of the day getting it set up like Athena had shown her and thinking about how to hide it from her mum. She could leave it in her cubby, and only use it there, but there was no power out there. And maybe she’d want to use it in her bed at night. No, she was sure she wanted to do that. But she had to be very careful. Very very careful indeed. She experimented with the sound until she was sure that she’d turned off all the ways the phone could make sound, and decided that the only place she’d charge it was in the shed, where her mum never went. The spiders in there made her shudder but there was a power point and a box she could hide the phone in while it was charging.
By mid-afternoon Helena had figured her phone out, and she was messaging her friends. Athena had explained what Helena’s problems were to her other friends, and she had invitations for shopping, visits and even a sleep over. Having a phone was completely transformative, and she sent another message of thanks to Larissa. Now she had to figure out how to tell the doctor without her mum knowing.
That evening, she had to deal with the visit from a child welfare officer. Helena had supposed that it would be months before they followed up from her mum just leaving her in the park in the daytime, but no, it happened the next day. Helena could only suppose that was what happened when Larissa was involved: everyone jumped. The woman who came was nice, and she asked how Helena was, and inspected her room, and her bathroom, both of which were cleaner than usual, and she had a talk with Helena alone, when Helena told her about her mum’s temper and drinking issues, and then she had a talk with Helena’s mum. Helena’s mum was a bit subdued after that and tried hard to make a healthier dinner.
Helena’s life was a lot better by Christmas Day. Her mum had taken her to see her doctor again and she’d given him a thank you card, hoping he’d find the address in it. Or his secretary would. She’d known that he had by Friday; when she checked the letter box there’d been a letter for her mum from a lawyer, all very official. And not post-marked either. She hadn’t opened it but she sat and watched her mother open it.
“Wow,” her mum said, “This is from Larissa’s lawyer. They say she’ll pay for medications. You’re a lucky girl!”
Helena held out her hand and her mum gave her the letter to read. It was a formal offer, Larissa would pay for her medications. Her mum didn’t have to do anything but agree for an agent from the lawyer to meet with Helena to check how things were going four times a year.
Well, her mum was happy so this was a good time to ask, and her mum said she could go to Athena’s house the next day for an actual sleepover. No doubt her mum was happy about that because she could go and find a man to drink with, and have sex. Helena didn’t explain what she was going to do herself: no need to get her mum upset, but Athena’s family were going to watch Larissa’s best friend Layna get married.
And what a wedding that had been! She’d watched it on Athena’s family’s big screen, with Athena’s sister and another friend, Loya. And her phone let her be part of three different groups of girls, all messaging each other about the wedding. Layna and Larissa’s amazing dresses. Layna, most beautiful bride ever. Larissa’s power song about sisterhood that Isla sang, that Helena knew would be number one on the charts immediately, even if everyone hadn’t watched Larissa fall apart as she listened to it for the first time. All the famous and important visitors. Sienna’s super hunky guy. Even better: Charlotte and Amber, girls from their school, girls they knew but from a totally different social circle. The commentary was really funny, two young women playing messaging games with the prime minister and the other guests. Loya had a twitter account and joined in, much to their amusement, but the girls doing the commentary didn’t comment on Loya’s twitter messages.
And most of all, Hannah, who Helena watched obsessively. She was part of everything that happened with her big smile, friends with the politicians and everyone else. Helena watched her get introduced to the rich heiresses and the next thing, Hannah was playing some card game with them that seemed to involve random alternating between yelling at each other and laughing so hard they could hardly stay sitting up. Hannah, who joined the dancing in her wheelchair, and then, for a couple of special songs, she danced in her man Nick’s arms, and shared a lovely kiss with him. Then, Larissa had pulled her dress up, did some shuffling with some friends, and she had a go doing that holding Hannah up before they both fell over laughing. If Hannah’s life was in anyway held up by whatever was wrong with her legs, it sure didn’t look like it.
After the wedding, another girl, Aria, joined Athena, Loya and Helena for a sleep over and they spent all night swooning over the wedding and replaying bits of it, and imagining their own weddings. Then they lay on their camping mattresses in Athena’s games room and dreamt of being rich and famous, and marrying a guy like Joe, or Julian. So handsome in their shirts and jeans, carumba. Or Hamza; so much on social media about him, specially after the dancing. Except that Helena was dreaming of a man like Hannah’s Nick. A boy who could love a girl that wasn’t quite as physically capable as the others and be patient enough to get her to dance with the rest of them. That was a man she could really believe in. Maybe one day she’d find one too.
A few days before Christmas she had her first injection of the new medication. The doctor told her: nothing will happen quickly. It might never get better, but this will slow it or stop it getting worse, at least. If it worked; nothing was sure. But one thing Helena was sure about, having now watched every video she could find that featured Hannah, Layna, or Larissa: whatever her life held, she wasn’t going to be limited by her illness.
She’d even navigated the most difficult thing she could imagine. Her mum figured out that she somehow had a phone. She looked her mum in the face and said, “Yes, mum, I have a phone. Larissa sent it to me so I can talk with my friends. If you take it off me, my friends know to tell her.”
Her mum had looked at her long and hard and said, “You have her phone number?”
“No mum. I don’t have her number. She didn’t give it to me for that.”
She spent Christmas Day with her mum’s extended family, and listened to them going off about Larissa and her mum and brother, how they were the worst people in the world. And Bob, slut Raychelle’s new fling, suddenly one of the richest men in Australia: a total bastard. Larissa had even been on the Christmas carols the night before, which had thoroughly wrecked the experience for all of them, and they found that particularly annoying since watching the carols was one of her family’s favourite Christmas traditions. She hadn’t been on for long - just a little segment where Larissa encouraged people to donate from the phone centre where she was answering phones, and they showed her quickly with a blind friend, hugging his dog that she’d saved or something, and some speaking she’d done at some fancy blind fund-raising dinner with a blindfold on. Then she was dancing on the stage at the end with Julian, Marina Prior and Silvie Paladino.
Helena kept her mouth shut as they told each other lies about Larissa, ones that anyone who paid attention would know were lies. Like calling her a publicity whore for ruining Christmas Carols, when Helena had listened how Larissa had done that whole night blind-folded without even seeing Marina and Silvie the first time, not something a shallow self-centred bitch only in it for the publicity would do. Helena did gently ask Loanna, one of her cousins, a girl a couple of years older than Helena, what she thought about Larissa. Just don’t say anything, she was told. Anything you say about Larissa will upset someone, so say nothing.
She didn’t get any presents, but she didn’t care. Her phone, her friends, Larissa’s presence in her life keeping her safe, and getting better food and her medicine ... she thought about what Isla sang in Larissa’s song about good relationships over having lots of things, and counted herself blessed. She sent a message to that help number they’d given her that said: “Message for Larissa: this is my best Christmas ever because of you. Thank you, and keep being who you are.”
A few hours later, she got a message back: “Larissa says thanks, she feels great now, and she’s having a lovely Christmas, and keep doing the right thing and being a good friend.”
By mid-January, her life was better than it had ever been. Her symptoms had gotten a little better - she was walking with confidence again, and walking as much as she could, though she’d probably never walk normally again, and she still fell over sometimes. At least the shooting pains had gone away. She’d done lots of sleepovers and learnt to swim confidently after going swimming a lot with her friends. But most of all, she had friends. Real friends who wanted her around when they did stuff. Something she’d never had before. Particularly Athena, who was always looking out for her, always making sure Helena didn’t miss out, and who really got all her jokes. More than a friend, maybe even a bestie.
Then one night, her mum came home from work in a foul mood. Helena never found out what set her off, something Larissa had done, but she picked at Helena for how Helena was yet another Larissa-lover and this time Helena stood her ground, and it escalated quickly into a full blown raging argument. Helena didn’t understand; if only her mum would listen to what Larissa was saying, she’d understand. But what she learnt, even if she didn’t understand it, was that her mum would never accept Larissa, never be on her side. And her mum banned her from ever seeing Larissa, or from even mentioning her again.
Helena lay on her bed crying all night, raging at the unfairness in the world. There was something wrong with her mother, she knew that. To not be a fan of Larissa?
By now, Helena had even heard the story about Larissa going to jail. She’d even found out where that story came from: Larissa had told Ebony, the amazing captain of her high school that she’d had last year. The one who worked so hard for Larissa’s campaign all year. The one they videoed dancing topless with her best friend. Helena hadn’t seen the video but she’d heard all about it. Well, she’d heard about it from Ebony herself, in school assembly, her amazing response: I’m totally committed to Larissa’s campaign, are you? Well, Helena was sure never going to drink alcohol. She’d found a video Hannah had made mentioning that in passing, that she never had even tasted it and never would, and that ended the subject for Helena: she never would either. Period.
She eventually feel asleep without even getting ready for bed.
The next morning, she got a letter from school. Addressed to her, not her mum, so she opened it, and just about screamed aloud. Helena was invited on a special school trip, for less physically enabled students across the valley, on the second school day of the year. She should bring a friend, and she’d meet other students, disabled like her to some degree, and they’d all meet Hannah. Hannah! Helena would do her funny walk across broken glass for that opportunity. Also, Dylan Allcott, an utterly amazing wheelchair athlete and Australian of the year. And Larissa!
Helena knew immediately that she was going to that event, nothing was going to stop her. She sent Athena a photo of the invitation and asked her to go along to the event as her friend. Athena sent back a very excited YES!!!!!, which was a promising start. Then she explained to Athena what her mum had said, and asked if her family knew any teacher she could talk to. After a bit of back and forth, she had the mobile number for The Larissa Teacher, a very well-known teacher indeed at her school. She’d been at Layna’s wedding with her daughters.
✉ Helena: Hello Ms Tennyson, my name is Helena Woods and I am a student at Traralgon high school
✉ The Larissa Teacher: Hello Helena. Did you get my invitation?
✉ Helena: I did, this morning. So exciting! I’ll literally die if I don’t go!!! Hannah is my life hero!!!!!
✉ The Larissa Teacher: Good choice! What an awesome woman Hannah is
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