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Vanilla Slut

Copyright© 2022 by Maracorby

Chapter 9

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Kaitlyn is a good girl. But then why does she keep doing such bad-girl things? It's not her fault - it's a neurological disorder. When she smells vanilla, she is irresistibly compelled to have sex.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   ft/ft   Mult   Teenagers   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Fiction   School   Group Sex   First   Facial   Oral Sex  

We refined our protocol a bit after that. I bought an app that, with one button, would send my GPS coordinates by text message to Mom, Dad, Stacy, and Dr. Brown. Stacy’s class schedule was rearranged so that she had the same lunch period as me - a perk that, the principal kept telling us, they would not have offered under less extreme circumstances. Dr. Sato had all sorts of questions about how the marijuana had affected the experience for me. He was writing a paper about me, I learned.

A few days later, it was obvious that my secret was out. After an assembly, a couple queen bee bitches were looking at me and talking to each other conspiratorially. I heard one of them whisper-but-not-really, “That’s the Vanilla Slut” while pointing at me. The name not only stuck, but it traveled. Two days later, Mom had to pick Lucas up from school early: he had been suspended for fighting. This time his face was unblemished, but his knuckles were swollen and scraped. He had heard my new nickname and took exception with it. It scared me to imagine what he had done to the other boy, who I later found out was Todd. I don’t think Lucas had ever been in a fight in his life before this year.

A small group of us ate lunch every day outside the auditorium, far away from the cafeteria and the beaten path. Stacy, our new friend Trace, our old friend Chloe, and I all brought our lunches from home each day. Trace had a car - he had been held back a year in gradeschool, so he was old for a sophomore - so he sometimes brought back treats from the convenience store.

One day as we were heading toward our lockers at the end of lunch, I ran into that queen bee bitch again - Moira, I had learned her name was. She walked right up to me, holding a small bottle, and spilled it on my blouse, with a fake stumble and over-acted “Oops!”. It was vanilla perfume. Everyone around stopped to watch and whisper, but Stacy and Trace almost instantly swept in and rushed me off to Trace’s car. It must have looked like the Secret Service in the movies. Trace drove, while Stacy removed my perfume-soaked blouse and threw it out the window. The damage was already done, though: I needed sex.

“Trace, stop the car and come back here, please. I need you,” I told him.

“We’ll get you home,” he said.

“No, you don’t understand,” I said, barely in control. “It’s too late for prevention. I need to have sex, now. We’re friends - it won’t be weird. Just come back here and fuck me.”

 
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