It was the first day of my freshman year. James was a senior at the time and one of the most popular boys with his handsome charm and easy athleticism.
I was the opposite, of course. Awkward, petite, mousy, invisible.
I had been terrified by the size of the school. Everyone looked and acted so old, and the aggressiveness of the boys disturbed me. I had spent my entire life at an all girls prep school up to that point, and James was the only soul I knew on the entire campus.
I was hoping that he would do me a favor and let me be seen riding home with him in his truck. It might have made it easier for me to make some friends, or at least avoid being tortured by the older girls. To be seen with him would be a sort of stamp of approval.
It took all my courage to run out to the parking lot after the bell rang and ask him. But to my horror he shook me off, nearly knocking me over in the process, and laughed in my face. "Go take the bus, freshman."
I blushed, embarrassed, and hurried back into the building with my tail between my legs, but not before half the senior girls saw what happened.
James had basically told the world it was open season on me as far as they were concerned, and the girls didn’t hesitate to take his cue. And while the girls at my prep school had done some mean things to each other, these bitches didn’t stop at mean. They went straight for humiliating. Four years later and I still hadn’t gotten over some of the things they had put me through that first year.
“But that was the old Allison,” I said out loud as I snuggled into my bed, too tired to go through all that again.
Even so, my high school ghost was raging around the room.
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When I woke up it was black outside, the white Christmas lights blinking into the falling snow. I pushed back on my comforter, sweating. As I lay there trying to revive myself, I listened to the house. The heat clicked off. I heard the sound of silverware and glasses clinking.
I reached under my pillow for my phone. It was almost nine already. The cocktail party had started.
I needed to shower.
I went into my bathroom and started running the water. While it heated up I stripped naked a
nd waited, still groggy and half asleep. I was about to step under the spray when I saw there wasn’t any soap or shampoo. I checked under the sink but there wasn’t any there either.
With a groan I wrapped myself in a towel. I had only been gone three months! Why did they have to move all my shit? I hadn't brought any of my stuff, thinking it would still be here. I'd have to go use the guest bathroom, where at least Nancy kept little sample sizes of soaps and shampoos for guests to use.
I peaked into the hallway. The lights were on, but all the sound was coming from downstairs. When I was sure no one was upstairs, I dashed for the guest bathroom, evading my stepbrother’s open door, just in case he was still around.
In my hurry to hide myself again, I went straight into the bathroom and closed the door behind me.
"Hello, 'sis'." I jumped at his gravely voice, nearly dropping my towel in the process. I turned around without thinking.
James was standing on the shower mat, drying his naked body. My brain registered the wet hard lines of his chest and muscles, the bulk of his six-foot-three body making an immediate impression. I could feel my core flush with heat as I became aware of our mutual nakedness.
"I’m sorry," I said. Without thinking I looked down his chest and at his cock.
My mouth hung open. I stared. He wasn’t aroused, but he was as big as some of the boys I dated in high school when they were. And he looked handsome, like a marble statue but rendered in the most delicious flesh. There was nothing the least bit awkward about his nakedness, or maybe it was just that he wasn’t the least bit awkward about it. He stood there, arrogant, grinning like a tomcat.
Finally he took the towel down from his wet head and covered himself, drying between his thighs.
"You shouldn’t have looked, Allie," he said, shaking his head seriously.
"Oh my god," I started to apologize, trying to turn my eyes from him and find the door handle.
He grimaced and cupped his cock and balls through his towel, giving his sizable package a playful squeeze. "Now you’re going to have to live the rest of your life comparing every guy to this."
A warm throb of pleasure filled my pussy.
I had to get out of here before I melted, but before I did I glared at him, straightened my back with all the confidence I could fake, and said, "Believe me. It’s nothing to get worked up about."
Calmly, I turned, grabbed the nearest sample soap, opened the door and left. But with the door shut behind me I pulled my towel tighter around my narrow body and sprinted into my bedroom, mortified.
I should have just rinsed off and not worried about the soap.