Chapter 1

It was Monday afternoon, and I was drinking last night's leftover beers with a friend, trying to forget my girlfriend. I had four beers for lunch. I was walking to my history class, and I spotted Rochelle Williams, the homecoming-queen, and four cheerleaders standing beside my locker. As I was walking to my locker I heard Wendy Daily, the head cheerleader say "I hate my mother I wish someone would just kill her so I could go on this weekends skiing trip with Brad."

I know if I was sober, I would of kept my mouth shut, but I wasn't, and told the group, "Don't kill her let me train her to be my slave. In a months time I guarantee she'll be licking you toes, and asking YOU for permission to go to the bathroom." I lustily, and very slowly looked her up and down and said, "I think we can come to an arrangement."

The five girls backed up, and just looked at me as if I was crazy as I opened my locker and got my history book and left.

I was sitting in history class when what I said came clearly to mind. I was going to jail. I was an eighteen-year-old virgin and now I was going to jail with no hope of getting laid before the cops arrived. Not even a hand-job from my last girlfriend. Sure I ate pussy a bunch of time just to keep Robin happy, but I can still hear all the complaints, "More to the left! No! That's too far! Harder! Can't you do anything right. That's too hard." At times I was sure my ears were going to be ripped off. Each weekend I put up with that shit praying to get laid, but all I got was more abuse. She always had numerous excuses for why I couldn't have sex, a blowjob, or even a hand job. Finally after about four months of that shit, I had enough, and I knew I'd never get into Robin's panties, and in the middle of licking Robin's pussy, and listening to her numerous complaints, I snapped. I waited till she was just about to cum, and I stopped licking her just seconds before she climaxed, I stood up, and I can still see the surprised expression on her face as I grabbed her arm and dragged her naked to the door. I threw her pants and shirt at her, and yelled, "Get out of my house you cock-teasing bitch!" She even complained all the way to the door as I tossed her out. I snapped on the porch light, hoping the neighbors saw her naked as she struggled to put on her clothes. I still have her panties and bra tacked to the inside of my closet door. I kept them as a reminder of how wimpy I was, and vowed never get in that situation again, but here I was two days later with woman troubles again.

A week passed since I threatened Wendy's mother. I finally relaxed as I figured she propositioned me first and everyone else was an accomplice. A couple weeks after graduating from high school, I got a phone call from Rochelle, but there was nervousness in her voice. I decided to push her a little. "Yea right, the prom-queen calls me all the time, and asks me to come over and visit."

"I wasn't prom queen. I was homecoming queen...

"Excuse the hell out of me princess, I'm kinda busy right now. Do you really think I care..."

"Why did I open my mouth, he's not impressed that I won some stupid high school contest." P-p-please I really need to talk to you. Can I meet you somewhere?" "Please say yes, I need your help to save me from being driven crazy by my mother." "I'm sorry about the prom queen thing, but please, it will only take a couple minutes."

"I can come over to your house right now if that's ok with you.

"Sure that's ok." "Thank you!" she thought.

"Ask me."

"What?"

"I'd like you to ask me nicely to come over to your house."

"I can't beg, but I need his help." "Would you like to come over and visit with me this afternoon? Please, I'd appreciate it very much if you would give some of your precious time and visit with me. Uhm... was that ok."

I knew right then what she wanted. If she would beg on the phone, what will she do in person? "Sure that was just fine Rochelle. I'll be right over. Does this have anything to do with what I said to Wendy?"

"I don't want to talk about it over the phone."

"So... That is what you want to talk about, huh?

"Please, just come over and we'll talk about it."

"I'll be over in about five minutes. I hope you remember what I said to Wendy. I'll expect more from you. I thought Wendy was a babe, and you're not Wendy."

This was a dream come true. I was going over to THE prettiest girls in school. I was thinking that I might loose my cherry to Rochelle. "Hell, who am I kidding I'm happy just to talk to her." I followed her directions, and arrived at her house, and rang the bell.

I knew Rochelle was beautiful, but seeing her again was breathtaking. She stood 5' 6" and had Brownish red hair, deep blue eyes. Today she wore a light purple tank top; loose white shorts, and even had on matching purple lipstick. She invited me in, and following her down the hall. I noticed her ass. I hate to say breathtaking again, but it was. It was an ass that only a few lucky 18-year-olds are blessed with. It took all my will power not to squeeze a cheek. She had noticeable panty-lines, and I thought I'd have some fun. "uhm, Ro I think you should wear a thong with those shorts. You have major panty-lines."

"Oh my god! I can't believe that he would say that to me. Just keep walking." Since she was fourteen men have been undressing her with their eyes. Rochelle walked in front trying to pretend he isn't looking at her butt, but she was failing. There was a tingling starting in lower stomach. "I can't be getting turned on by his rude comments." She didn't say a word as they entered the living room. She sat down in the chair, and started talking to relieve her nervousness.

I noticed her blushing as she sat down in a chair. This room was bigger than my whole apartment. I sat on the on the couch, and she started telling me she wanted her mother to treat her like an adult, and let her decide which collage to attend. I couldn't believe this girl would tell me about her problems, and her mother. As she was telling me all this, I was trying to figure out how big her tits were. I was guessing C cups. They were a large handful.

"He hasn't looked me in the eyes at all. He keeps staring at my chest." "Well can you do it, or not?" she had to get his attention off her bust. It took will power not to look down and see her hard nipples poking through her bra.

"What did I know about training a slave? Until recently I was a sub, but she doesn't know that." "You said your mother, Susan, is up for a big promotion, and wants to use you as an example? That being a single mother, she has raised the perfect daughter. Is that about right? So would she have a problem at work, if you changed into a problem child? "

"Yea. The president of the company is a very conservative man, and Mom almost lost all her accounts when dad left with his secretary. He doesn't like single women; he thinks they'll ruin the company's reputation. Mom made sure I was not a problem. She became religious, hoping that would sway her boss's decision. It worked a little too well, now she thinks everything is evil, and the devils work. "

"I can't finish this conversation here.

"Why? What do you mean?"

"I think you have a hidden recorder, and you might be taping this. Lets go to your room, and finish this conversation."

"Mom will kill me if I have a boy in my room!"

"I have to go then. I can't say anything that might get me arrested. I'm more worried you'll frame me, and I'm sorry you didn't want my help."

"There is no tape!" Rochelle pleaded.

"Your room or do I leave?"

"I can't believe I'm thinking about taking this guy to my room. I know all he wants is to say to his friends is that he spent the afternoon in my bedroom." Resigned to her fate Rochelle said, "Lets go"

"Lead the way. I like the view from back here anyway." I looked at her marvelous ass on the way upstairs. I bent over and was about 3 -inches from her ass. I was trying very hard to see up her shorts.

As Rochelle entered her room she noticed her sleepwear, a t-shirt and panties, on the floor, hurried over to pick them up. "Shit! I forgot to put this in the hamper this morning. I have to get them before he sees my panties." Rochelle was very embarrassed that anyone saw her panties. She was eighteen and still her mother bought all of her underwear. Rochelle wore plain white cotton panties. It took a lot of pleading with her mother to get the size reduced to bikini style.

She remembered in gym class in the ninth grade having to wear brief style panties that came up over her navel, and how the girls made fun of her large panties. She cried, and cried when she got home. Her mother relented and let her buy a more flattering cut of panties, but always had to be white cotton. She made the mistake of buying a black satin pair of panties. Her mother grounded her for two weeks, and since that day has bought every pair of panties Rochelle owned.

Once at a slumber party all the girls were trying on a friend's mother's sexy lingerie. This was the first time Rochelle ever pulled on a pair of sexy silky panties. The girls were laughing and joking, as they played dress-up. Rochelle selected a vibrant bright blue pair of satin and lace panties with a matching bra, which left her nipples exposed. The bra was a couple sizes too big. Rochelle was staring in the mirror in the bathroom. She locked the door, and stared at her reflection. She noticed for the first time how beautiful she was. "I look like a Playboy bunny" She stood there looking, and thinking about being a centerfold model, and millions of men looking at her naked body. Rochelle started to get excited. She let her right hand caress the satin panties, fondling the silken material pushing the fabric between her labia, faster and faster her right hand traveled over her cunt. That was the first time she ever used that word. Even thinking the word was exciting. "Her cunt! Her wet cunt! Her throbbing wet cunt!" Her left hand was pulling and twisting her hard nipples, her right hand was now inside her panties with two fingers pumping in and out, as fast as they could, and her thumb was putting steady pressure on her clit. Rochelle kept thinking dirty words. She didn't even realize she was talking out loud. "My hot dripping wet cunt!" she screamed, "AAHHHHHHH!!! as she climaxed for the first time in her life. She came hard and prolonged. The experience left her drained.