Shy Girl
Copyright© 2020 by MissManda
Chapter 1
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A shy girl during her senior year is known to be the school's tease, and is great friends with the school's sleaze.. She is forced to watch something unfold in front of her that she will never forget !
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Consensual Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Sharing Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Gang Bang Double Penetration Oral Sex Slow
When I had just turned 18, I was a very shy girl. I had only slept with 1 guy in high-school because I thought I was in love. However, rumors about me still buzzed around school like a swarm of bees, they said things like “That girl, Mandy, she’s a slut. I heard she blew 4 guys during last Friday’s football game under the bleachers. How could 1 girl please 4 guys at once?” Truth is, I never found out who started that rumor, but I knew guys spanked it to the thought of me. I was a shy girl, but I knew how to get what I wanted.
I dressed in tight jeans, knew how to walk to get my hips swinging back and forth, how to sweet talk, toss my light blonde hair so it waved gracefully behind me, and use a slight touch or brush of my sun kissed body to get guys to drool after me ... I had a group of guy friends, but I never let them get too close. I was a tease, and played with the boy’s emotions like it was second nature to me.
Managing a boy’s hockey team senior year of highschool was one of the best decisions of my life, I thought at the time. Not only did I get to manage the team with one of my closest brunette friends, Sam, who had the cutest ass in the world, we were consistently around our sexy, strong boys who wanted nothing more than to give us attention and get their dicks wet. Of course I never would have done anything with them, just liked to tease the crap out of them.
Now, being shy doesn’t mean you’re boring, or a goody goody. It means you are more careful with decisions and you are a better observer than you are a talker. One night after the boy’s won one of their games, Sam and I were invited over to hang with the team captain and 4 other players. We were told it would be a smaller party and that some other people were on their way. We were all hanging in his finished basement with his parents 2 floors up watching “Love Actually” with the volume cranked.
Our team captain, Andy, was a tall broad chested hunk with black hair and eyes that you could get lost in. I’d catch him glancing over at me while I talked with one of the other boys I was close to, Matt, about something stupid like pokemon cards or how excited we were to watch the new starwars movie that was about to come out later that year. Andy had always seemed to have a thing for me, and when he looked at me that night, it made my cheeks blush red even though I was on the other side of the room as him. I had a boyfriend at the time, remember, but the thought of Andy touching me made my head swim...
Sam was already 4 drinks in, stumbling around and flirting up a storm. She was surrounded by 3 guys now, including Andy and I saw one guy reach secretly for his hard cock, rubbing it through his jeans ... A red flag went up in my gut, and I walked over to the sausage fest and put myself between Sam and the boy who seemed entirely too excited. “We should play a game, guys!” I said in a confident voice. “I’m bored, and we don’t have all night to screw around since we have to get you all to practice early tomorrow morning.”
“Who made you mom?” The boy said, looking slightly annoyed as he adjusted his pants.
“Mandy I think I want to stay here and talk with these 3 cuties actually, is that ok?” asked Sam.
Suddenly, Sam grabbed Andy by the waist and pulled him close. The next thing I knew she was slipping her tongue into Andy’s mouth and pressing her petite body close to his hard, muscular torso, her long dark brown hair tickling the middle of her back. I gasped and took a step forward feeling myself grow angry.
But I SHOULDN’T be angry, I have a boyfriend. What am I doing? ... I thought to myself. Just as I was about to open my mouth and suggest to everyone that we give Andy and Sam some space, my friend Matt grabs me from behind, wraps his arms around me and pulls me away into the poorly lit part of the basement. “What are you DOING Matt?! Get off of me!” I demand in a panicked voice. “Shh just stop struggling for a second, and trust me ok?” Matt says, With his arms still wrapped tightly around me, the boy who was touching himself through his jeans broke away from the circle around Sam and walked up to Matt and I while digging for something in his back pocket. What he pulled out next made my stomach drop;