20 comments/ 29454 views/ 40 favorites Choosing Your Battles Ch. 01 By: MimiRose Hello, ladies and gents! I hope that this new year has been interesting and fascinating for all of you, so far! If you haven't notice, I've added more details to this short story. I've also did my best, when it came to revising this chapter as well. Disclaimer: All characters are over the age of 18 years. -------------- ~oMRo~---------------- "Did you hear about what The Monster had done to little Tommy Pickett?" "No." The voice sounded as if the owner was pre-occupied with something, as well as, was not interested in the latest gossip. There was a period of silence. "Kimberly?" "Yeah?" "So are you going to tell me who The Monster is and who is Tommy Pickett?" said the disinterested voice. "And what-in the-hell happened to him?" It was a nice, sunny autumn day in the month of October. It was a Wednesday afternoon and it was a few minutes after noon. It was on this particular day that Kimberly told Selene information on the "in's and out's" of the Payton High School's student social circle. It was lunch time for the cousins, Kimberly Pike and Selene Dennis. They were seniors at General Horace Payton High School. Being seniors meant that they had more privileges than the underclassmen. One of those senior classmen privileges was the ability to eat their lunches in places besides the cafeteria, just as long as the students remained on the high school's grounds. On this particular day, the girls sat in the large grassy area that was known as "The Quad". It was a lounge area that was built in the center of the campus. It was the most popular area of the campus. It was a favorite spot of theirs, especially now, when the weather was becoming chilly and none of the students wanted to sit outside. This hang-out spot gave them privacy. "First, let me tell you about Tommy Pickett," Kimberly explained before taking a forkful of salad into her mouth. "He's a geek, I mean, a total dweeb. So, of course, he is a target for all of the bullies and jerk-off jocks. The poor boy is a senior and he still is the size of a junior high school kid. You haven't seen him yet, but you will eventually. You can't miss him: he's short and skinny and he has a book bag that looks like it weighs more than he does. Now, The Monster, on the other hand, is someone that you should avoid at all costs. He's a thug who likes to terrorize people. He's been that way since he's been a kid. Moo-Moo grew up with him and he told me that he was like that back then. He's a total loser." 'Who's Moo-Moo?' wondered Selene. 'Maybe I should start paying more attention to her, when she starts to gossip.' "So..." sighed Selene. "... What did this 'The Monster' dude do to Tommy Pickett?" she asked, before taking a bite out of her roast beef sandwich. "It was after third period, when it happened. I was on my way to my Computer class, when I saw what he did. Monster the jerk had shoved Tommy into a wall of lockers and then roughed him up for a bit. He also embarrassed him by giving him a massive wedgie in front of us. Then he picked this kid up and tossed him into one of the garbage cans that are in the hallways! He's such a fucking asshole! He just picked him up like he was a rag doll." "Why would he do that?" Selene asked with a soft voice, which was a total contradiction to how she felt. Inside, she slowly felt her anger rise because of the cruelty that this kid dealt with. She disliked hearing the news of some poor kid being victimized by some low-life punk. Even though she was still a kid herself, being the age of eighteen, Selene was wise to know that bullies were really cowards. There was nothing cute, funny or cool in whatever actions they choose to do. She hoped that she would never have to meet this 'The Monster' kid, because she knew that the results of their encounter were not going to be a good one. Well, it won't be good for The Monster rather. "Don't know," Kimberly said to her cousin while shrugging her shoulders, knocking some of her red hair off of her shoulders. "Maybe it's a case of Tommy being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I don't know for sure. Whatever Tommy said to the douche-bag doesn't mean that he deserved that. But, I heard from one of my friends that Tommy had embarrassed The Monster in front of a few people. But I wouldn't put too much stock in that rumor. I learned all of this from Lisa Potter; she's in our European History Class. And she tends to make stuff up a lot. You know Lisa Potter; she has long black hair and those big green eyes. She sits behind Heather..." At this point, Selene had tuned her cousin out. She knew that she wasn't missing any vital information, ever since it was most likely gossip that her cousin must've received from her friends. Kimberly loved to talk, so Selene knew that Kimberly wouldn't notice her lack of interest. But there were some things that she won't ever like or tolerate. Two of those things were gossiping and the other thing was bullies. Since she was a little girl, Selene Dennis hated bullies, their actions and what they stood for. When she was a child, she was told by her father that bullies were weak and scared individuals who like to pick on people who were weaker. He also told her that all it took was for one person to stand up to a bully for it to end. Unbeknownst to her father, he had inspired his daughter. Whenever she encountered situations where a bully bothered someone, Selene always intervened. Somehow, during her youth, her mission of aiding the more docile students had become askew. Instead of defending the weak by physically pummeling their tormentors, now she fought people because the 'gauntlet was thrown at her feet'. Now, she fought for the sake of fighting and it appeared to be a never-ending cycle: she would fight a person, who would bring her another opponent, which usually was a friend/relative who thought that they could beat her and so on and so on. The constant fighting helped Selene garner her 'tough gal' reputation. To put it simply, Selene was the type of girl who would fight another person, in a heartbeat. Her opponent could be another teenaged girl or even a teenaged boy. It can be an adult as well. Once they 'put their dukes up', they are nothing but opponents for her. She never initiated a fight, but she always did finish a fight with her being the victor. Just like any other tough gal, her battles did not come without any casualties. There were the obvious ones: receiving cuts, bruises, fractured bones and stitches. Selene's history of injuries could rival any professional, prized fighter's list. However, there were some negative effects that not only affected her, but other people as well. Due to her excessive fighting, she was kicked out of twelve different schools, the first academic expulsion occurred when she was in junior high school. She was arrested for fighting in public places and she even spent six months in a juvenile detention center. She had lost good friends, due to her short temper and her ability to not 'turn the other cheek'. She had lost three, after-school jobs. She also was unable to gain a quality education, because of her constant changing of schools. And after being expelled from her twelfth school, which was the sixth high school that she attended, she even lost herself a place to live. Her mother had already reached the breaking point. Her mother was a divorced, single-parent of seven children and she worked three jobs to keep making her ends meet, which meant that she wasn't home as much as she wanted to. Due to her constantly working, she heavily relied on Selene to help around the house and, as much as her mom didn't want to admit, she needed help with some of the child-rearing for the six younger siblings. But, with Selene's constant troubles, it caused a financial strain for her purse-strings due to the court fees, lawyer fees and other bills. Plus, she didn't want her daughter's bad habits to rub off on the other kids. So, her mother decided to provide some 'tough love' to her eldest child. The tough love had come in the form of sending her daughter to live with her older sister, Samantha, her husband Lenny and Lenny's three kids. Of course, Selene was livid and was against the idea of being re-located to another state for her senior year of high school. Her mother just ignored her daughter's pouting and tantrums and sent her down there anyway. Her extended family lived in a small, Pennsylvania town named Point Harrisburg. It was a suburban town that had the population of fifteen-thousand people and it was a two-hour drive from the nearest city, Philadelphia. Since her arrival to Point Harrisburg, four weeks prior, her extended family members had made her felt welcome, especially her cousin Kimberly and her younger brothers, twins Jason and Kennedy. Her Aunt Sam and Uncle Lenny made sure that Selene was comfortable with everything that they provided her with. But, they did explained to her the rules and guidelines that she had to obey, in order to stay in their home. The rules and guidelines, Selene thought, were the typical rules that a parent (or guardian) would give to a child: go to school, go to classes, receive good grades, perform your chores, respect yourself and others. She was also told of the most important rule: she needed to learn how to curb her anger and stop fighting. Selene was in school for three weeks and she was holding up to her end of the bargain. She was going to school every day and attended her classes as well. Three weeks passed and she managed to garner some positive attention from her teachers, thanks to her respectfulness, intelligence and her quiet confidence. All of her teachers were made aware of Selene's history of past misdeeds, prior to her first day at General Payton High School, so they were bit taken back by her astute, quiet demeanor. They all hoped that she wouldn't fall back into her old ways. Selene did almost cause a stir, on one day, of her first week at her new school. On one October morning, she had shown up to school wearing a shirt that would be deemed as "provocative" by the school's administrators. It was a short-sleeved shirt that seem to have molded to her full 38D-cup breasts, her small waist and flat stomach. On the front of the shirt was a picture of a Technicolor flag and on the back of the shirt were the words "Yes I Am" in bold, black letters. Before she could make it to her first-period class, she was summoned to a guidance counselor's office for a lecture on the school's dress code. The guidance counselor, a man by the name of Peter Whitney, also explained to her that she needed to be careful with how she expressed her sexual orientation, when she was in public. Then, he explained how he had to learn that lesson the 'hard way'. He informed Selene that he wish that she would do the same thing too. Selene understood his point of view. She was aware that she was no longer in New York City, where things were more liberal. She slipped on her cardigan and spent the entire day wearing the sweater, in hope that no one saw her shirt. Before the day was over, however, everybody in the student body knew that the 'new girl' was a lesbian. Instead of being ostracized as an outcast, her popularity amongst the student body had grown enormously. So, now Selene had the reputation of being a 'hot, bald, lesbian, black chick'. Selene pretended to be offended or indifferent by the label that was given to her, but secretly she was flattered. Back in her hometown, she wasn't considered to be a 'hottie' by her peers. No one in her gay, teen social circle considered her dark-brown skin, her 'stereotypically lesbian' shorn hairdo and 5'10 tall, body type to be attractive. The majority of the teen lesbians that she knew were interested in the same type of girls that the heterosexual, teenaged boys were ogling: fair-skinned, exotic-looking, and racially-ambiguous girls with big asses. Even though Selene did have a big ass to go along with that pair of 38D-cups and did have an exotic pair of 'bedroom' eyes, she wasn't considered a sought-after piece of trim. Every bit of sex that she did received was from adult women, who used her as a temporary toy for their sexual gratification. Being the new student at General Horace Payton High meant that Selene did not have any friends, so for the past few weeks she hung out with her cousin. Her cousin didn't mind, ever since she knew that it made her popular amongst her peers as well. "So, tell me more about this 'Monster' cat anyway?" Selene asked as she popped a potato wedge into her mouth. "Well, like I said before: he's a thug and a bully. He lives in a trailer park that is on the other side of the Macarthur Bridge. Also, he has to be the oldest sophomore here at Payton High! I remember him being in the sophomore class when I was a freshman and then when I was a sophomore and then when I was a junior last year," she informed Selene. "Why do you want to know about him?" She glanced at her cousin and noticed that Selene avoided making eye contact. Kimberly knew that her cousin had something up her sleeve. Her cousin held a glaze in her brown eyes that conveyed guilt. Then, an idea had entered her mind. "Oh no, I don't know what you are thinking, but I know what you're planning on doing, Selene!" Kimberly shouted at her. Her voice echoed into the frigid air. "You promised Sam and my dad that you were going to be on your best behavior while you are here! Right now, you look like you're thinking about being a super-hero! Selene..." Selene knew where her cousin was going with this conversation. She rolled her eyes, in response. "...promise me that you are not going to do anything: no fighting or no super-hero shit!" The tall, statuesque beauty stared at her cousin. She noticed that Kimberly was now kneeling and had her hands resting on her hips. Her hooded, dark brown eyes took in her cousin's pale face which was flushed with a pink coloring. Her brow was wrinkled as she held a scowl on her face. Selene popped her hand up and said, "I won't do anything, I promise. I'll even give it a scout's honor". She snickered. In response, Kimberly threw one of her unwanted sliced carrots at her and the action prompted a food fight to occur between the two girls. They ended their battle with a collapsing onto the grass while each cousin was still having fits of raspy giggles. They laughed for a few more minutes and became silent. Each teenager stared at the murky grey sky that was on display during the moment of silence. "Were you even a girl scout?" Kimberly asked, after catching her breath. "No, but I did received an honorary badge and sash from a neighborhood chapter after I spent a few weeks protecting them from a gang of neighborhood boys!" Selene informed her cousin while staring up at the grey sky. "Ugh, were you always a protector?" Kimberly asked. "Yeah, but I've hung up my cape for good. I'm retired" she joked. "Well good, cause I like having you around here." A month and three weeks gone by before Selene had broken her promise to both her aunt and uncle, as well as, to Kimberly. The incident occurred during one of the middle weeks of the month of December. It was a few days before the students and faculty members were going on their holiday breaks. By then, Selene's popularity as being the 'new, interesting girl' died down. But, she was still deemed as a hottie because of her pretty, peculiar looks and the fact that she was 'untouchable' for the male student population. She secretly reveled in the label and she filled out that role very well, by wearing sexy outfits' everyday to school. She loved to show off her matured and curvy 38D-25-39 ½-figure in form-fitting pants or jeans and with tops that would mold against her upper body, as if it was another layer of skin. Whenever she would catch a guy's reaction to her, she would giggle and give them a gentle but coquettish smile. And if the action occurred in one of the numerous corridors, she would add a sway in her hips as she walked by. It was during a stroll in the hallway, when the event had unfolded. It was during her fourth period class and she was excused from her English Literature class, so she could go to the girls' bathroom. She was walking through an intersection of hallways when she heard a heated exchange between two people. At first, she thought it sounded like it was a couple who were arguing with one another. The tones of the two voices were low like in a whisper, but there was tension in each voice. But, as she listened to more of the dialogue, it sounded as if one of the people was in trouble and the other person was the creator of the trouble. She knew she should've minded her business, but her heart wouldn't allow her to ignore the sounds of duress. Also her conscience didn't allow her to do it. Selene followed her gut instinct and decided to intervene. She listened for the voices and used them to navigate her way through the hallways to find them. Her heart pounded against her breast bone with anticipation as she strolled down the hallways. Her investigation had led her through another locker-filled corridor, a short hallway and finally into a small foyer that led to a doorway that supposedly led to the school's basement. It was an area that no one visited with the exception of the building's maintenance men. Once she entered the foyer, she was met by a scene that made her 'see red' as her anger shot up. Selene saw two teenaged boys; one was tall enough to be a giant while the other one had the physical stature of a fifth-grader. The bigger kid had his back facing the entrance of the foyer and to Selene as she stood there. He wore a baggy mustard-colored, hooded sweatshirt; the hood was placed on the kid's head. He wore a black pair of sweatpants and a pair of black boots. The smaller kid was a curly-haired blonde, who wore thick glasses and from what Selene saw a striped, buttoned down shirt and black slacks. The kid was held up in the air and was pressed against the corner of a wall. He was suspended in the air thanks to the bigger one, who was held him by his neck. The small kid, in Selene's opinion, looks petrified with his widened, bulging eyes and his mouth agape. She could tell that he was being choked from the way the coloring in his face was a deep shade of red. She knew that she had to do something before this giant jerk-off chokes him until he was unconscious. "Hey dick-head!" she shouted at the bully. She saw the smaller kid's eyes glance at her. Then, she noticed the bully didn't even move to see who she was. She allowed a few seconds to pass before she spoke again. "Let the kid go!" she demanded. She watched the mysterious hulking mass of a boy tilt his head to the side slightly, just like a dog that was called. A few more seconds passed before the aggressor spoke up. He had issued his own demand. "Mind your own fuckin' business!" the shrouded figure had told her as he continued to restrain the kid by his neck. From the first chord of his voice, a shiver dripped down her spine and she flinched. His voice sounded rough. The tone was a baritone type of voice and it had enough bass in it to have someone mistake him for an adult. Inside of her mind, Selene chalked up the shiver to being a reaction to the tension that was in the air. She re-focused on her objective, which was to rescue the kid from this bully. Selene tossed the wooden, paddle-shaped hall pass onto the linoleum floor. The object had created a loud 'clang' noise as it landed on the polished floor. There was an echo in the hallway. "Let the kid go," she repeated. "Or else I'll do to you what you're doing to him and trust me I won't be so fuckin' kind, asshole!" she threatened. The bully continued to hold the smaller kid up. Selene noticed that the kid's face was turning into a shade of blue. She knew that she needed to act quickly. So, she walked up to the bully and planted a strong, swift kick at his groin. Even though she wore a pointed-toe shoe, she felt the impact of her foot hitting his nuts. A sharp, loud groan penetrated the air. Then, there were the sounds of a heavy object hitting the floor, which was followed by with a shriek from the smaller kid. As she stared at the bully, she heard the kid gasp for air and soon afterwards, the sounds of the rubber soles from his sneakers scraping the linoleum as he scrambled to gather his belongings. Then, her attention was focused on the kid that was in positioned in front of her. She had taken in the new position that the giant kid was in: he was bent at the hips and was cupping his injured sex. Her eyes darted from him to see the smaller kid run out of the foyer while he held on a large satchel in his right hand. Choosing Your Battles Ch. 01 The smaller kid high-tailed it out of the small hallway, but not before witnessing Selene giving his tormentor a swift kick in the ass. Selene watched how he landed face-first on the ground before he turned onto his side. His covered head turned slightly to see the identity of his assailant. The hood still kept his face hidden. "Ugh," the bully groaned as he laid on the floor and holding onto his nuts. She casually strolled from where his feet were located to stand next to his head. She watched as his head moved as his eyes followed her movement. "You're that fuckin' dyke bitch that all of these dip-shits are talking about," he groaned. "Your ass is goin' to regret gettin' involved in my business, once I'll get my hands on you, you fuc— He didn't get the chance to finish his statement because Selene delivered another kick into his exposed ribs and then planted her stiletto-heel into his injured body part, in the fashion of a stomp. Despite her opponent wearing a baggy article of clothing, she knew that her strikes were effective. She felt the impact of the stomp as well. He let out another groan and his body folded into a fetal position. Seeing this big bully lay in a fetal position, looking pathetic made her happy... ... And it aroused her. For a second, she was stunned at how turned on she was. She noticed how her nipples' aroused state and how they rubbed against the fabric of her bra. The seat on her panties was damp with her nectar as her pussy throbbed. Feeling a bit sadistic, Selene pressed the bottom of her right shoe into the slope area of the bully's neck. "That one was for calling me a 'dyke', you pathetic piece of shit!" she growled. She was about to give him another kick, when he grabbed the ankle that belonged to the leg that was balancing her weight. He gave the leg a good yank and caused Selene to lose her balance. Her body landed on the floor with a thump and a grunt. Before she made it back to her feet, the bully was up, in a squatting position. He was about to straddle her legs, when she kicked her left foot at him while she tried to push her body away from him. The large kid grabbed her right ankle and dragged her back. Selene reached out and slapped at his shrouded head with a closed right fist. In response, the large boy grabbed a hold of her jaw and violently pushed her head down onto the floor. The back of her skull made a sickening thud as it made impact against the linoleum. "UUUUUGGGGHHHMMM!" her mouth grunted as the pain stabbed at her skull. A bright, white light flashed before her. Her hands automatically grabbed at her head, so her fingers could investigate the area of injury. There was another white light that flashed underneath her eyelids. Her head rocked to the side after feeling a strong, blunt force on her face. There was pain. He struck her. Despite receiving a strong punch to the face that left her briefly disabled, her brain was still working. She knew that he wasn't going to stop with just one punch. Her arms automatically went up to guard her face for the upcoming barrage of punches that she knew was coming. When the first punch landed on her right forearm, a nerve-numbing pain had exploded in that limb. Even though her bones were used to receiving punches, it didn't mean that these punches didn't hurt like a motherfucker. She grunted at the pain, but still kept her arms up. She saw that he tried to attack her head; she used her hands and arms to block his strikes. After feeling several of his failed attempts at attacking her, Selene felt his frustration and anger coming from him. She heard her opponent growl out obscenities at her as he threw punches. With every blow that his thick fists made against her arms, pain erupted. She knew that she couldn't keep this up and eventually her arms will drop. 'Okay girl, think of a way to get from out of—FFFFUUUCCCKKK!' her mind screamed as she receiving another nerve-numbing punch to her forearms. 'OOOOOHHH, THINK! COME ON, DAMN IT, U YOU GOTTA THINK OF A WAY! GRAB AT HIS FISTS! GRAB— As she thought of a new way to defend herself, she became distracted. She was distracted by an object that was gently stabbing at her, on her stomach. 'WHAT THE HELL?' she thought. Suddenly, she was greeted by a bright white light and mind-numbing pain in her face. Her distraction allowed for her offensive stance to go down and he was able to finally land a blow. He gave her a pop to the face, which momentarily stunned her. Her head tilted to the side after the impact and her arms dropped from their defensive stance. With her arms lying on the floor and at their sides, she was now defenseless. In her fog, she felt her arms being raised above her head and she heard the sound of something being ripped. The sensation of cold air caressing the flesh of her brassiere-clad tits was what pulled her back into reality. In reflex, her hands went to go strike this creep in his face, but they were stopped short when she couldn't move them. She realized that he held her hands down. She tried to pull her hands from out of restraint tactic, but was unable to remove them. So she did the next best thing to defend herself: she screamed. "HELP ME!" she shouted into the air. It was a loud, scream that caused an echo in the hallways. She let out a few more pleads for someone to help her. To shut her up, the boy given her a slap across her face. "Shut up," he growled at her, before giving her another backhand that caused her head to rock back and forth. The strikes fulfilled their purpose and Selene became silent. Her eyes stared at the veil of shadow that kept her tormentor's face hidden. She kept her eyes on the veil, as she felt the same hand that struck her, grab onto her neck. She whimpered in fear, when she felt his hand starting to squeeze. His grip tightened as every millisecond passed. Just when he was about to constrict her breathing, he loosened his hold on her elegant neck. He kept his meaty, large paw on her throat for a few seconds. His grip was gentle, even though Selene was sure that it could've changed at any moment. Her opponent's hand released her neck and drifted further down her body to her collarbone. His hand rested, palm down, on her décolletage. Selene took note that his large hand was hot, callused and sweaty. His hand lifted off of its resting place and drifted further down. She first felt the tips of his fingers grazing the ridge of the left cup of her cotton bra. 'No,' her brain whimpered as she realized his intention. She made a flinch, which was an attempt of a struggle. Before she could break out in a full-rage, her attacker stamped down on her attempt by squeezing her thighs with his own powerful legs. His effort was effective because she couldn't move her frame anymore. It was too effective because her hips were even feeling the strain. His free hand pulled her bra's cups off of her tits and then begun to fondle them. "For a fuckin' dyke, you have a nice pair of tits," he chuckled as he continued his assessment. She began struggling again. During her attempt at getting free, her stomach and pelvis kept rubbing against her captor's groin. Unaware that her actions were causing his dick to hardened, Selene continued to thrash about. "Mmmmm, fuck," she heard her attacker groan. She stilled herself. Once she stopped moving, he said to her "Damn, baby, I was startin' to enjoy that shit too". "Get off of me, asshole!" she said through her clenched teeth. "Why, you're afraid that you're going to enjoy it?" he teased. He then gave her right nipple a hard pinch and she squeaked at the sensation. He chuckled lowly at her reaction. "You ever had a man touch you like this?" He asked, making his amusement known. "Are you afraid?" he asked, with his shrouded face hovering over hers. She refused to stare into this bastard's face, so she gazed at the tiled ceiling. She felt his fingertips draw invisible circles on the areola of her right breast, before giving her nipple a gentle pinch between his thumb and index finger. Pain and pleasure stabbed at the pointed tip and then it swam down her body to the heated center that was in between her thighs. She remained silent, even though she wanted to moan. She even continued to stare up at the ceiling despite wanting to stare down at his hand to witness its actions. "What's the matter, Foxy Cleopatra: cat's got your tongue?" "Fuck you," she hissed, while she still refused to look at him. She heard him laugh quietly an "okay", underneath the veil of shadow that covered his face. His hand stopped molesting her tit and traveled down to her left thigh. His fingers wrapped themselves around the thick object and with a marveling strength, his hand managed to pull her leg away from her right one. Once a gap was formed between the two limbs, he wedged his body into the space. She began struggling once more and was unsuccessful in getting free. She, however, allowed her tormentor to get deeper in between her thighs. She let out a fiery groan in frustration, when she was enlightened herself of her mistake. She knew that she needed to get away from this son of a bitch as quick, and as far away from him, as possible. She didn't want for her unknown assailant to know that he was making her aroused and her cunt was creaming frantically. No guy or boy has ever made her feel this way and knowing that this biological reaction occurred, frightened her. She's never was into the "hold-me-down and beat me until I cum" sexual deviancy either. "I like it when you make that noise," he growled into her ear. She turned her head away, in hope of keeping her face away from his. She ended up exposing the long, nape of her neck to him. "It sounds sexy," he said to her, before placing his face into neck and nuzzling her while taking in her scent. "You smell good," he remarked. The fine strands of hair on her neck stood up straight in reaction to feeling his warm breath caress her neck. Once she felt his lips nip at her neck, she let out another scream. His right hand clamped down onto her mouth as an effort to quiet her down. His large, meaty right hand came crashing down on her mouth so hard that the inside of her top lip was nicked against her front teeth. There was a mild salty taste of blood in her mouth. She smelled the odors of sweat and metal off of his hand, as it clamped onto her face. "I thought I told you to shut the fuck up. Do I need to stuff something into your mouth to keep your ass quiet? Cause I know what I can put in that pretty fuckin' mouth of yours." The notion of having his dick shoved in her mouth ran through her mind and she felt her pussy's wall clench in wishful thinking. 'What the fuck is wrong with me?' she thought. He planted a kiss on her cheek and begun a trail of kisses down to her jaw line and her neck, while his hand remained clamped on her mouth. Her body's temperature went higher as he kept showering her with his pecks. His lips felt soft and warm against her skin and she wondered how they would feel against the lips of her cunt. When his mouth reached her collarbone, removed his lips from her flesh and introduced the tip of his tongue. Selene sighed into his hand as she felt his tongue trek down to her cleavage and lick at the valley in between her tits. Her nipples ached for some attention. "You taste sweet," she heard him say, before his tongue made laps around her right tit. Her body trembled at the sensation. When he drew the sensitive bud into his mouth, her reaction was a conglomerate of physical actions. A sense of pleasure flooded around her breast and afflicted the small section that was hidden underneath two layers of fabric. At the feeling of having his wet, hot mouth suck at her nipple, a gasp fell from her lips, her hips bucked off of the floor and her back arched at the stimulation. As he suckled at her breast, her muscles in her legs relaxed and her legs spread further apart. She felt his thick hand lift off of her mouth and go to her bra, where it unsnapped the fastening that was on her bra. With her breasts full free from its confines, his hand and mouth fawned over her pair. "Ahhh...mmmm...ahhh," she lightly moaned, at the sensation. Her mind went blank while her eyelids fluttered a few times before finally closing, as she surrendered to the sensation and to the fact that she wanted this boy with a fierce need. She felt his mouth leave her tits and latch onto that ticklish, but pleasure-inducing spot that she had, which was located on her neck. Her hips bucked and she moaned. His hand slipped between their bodies to search out the waistband of her pants. His fingers quickly unfastened her belt, the buttons on her pants and the zipper of her pants. He roughly shoved his fingers into her pants, underneath her panties and down to the source of her dampness. Once his fingers came in contact with her soft, damp slit, she loudly yelped. He hushed her before placing a juicy kiss on her neck. His index and ring finger parted her pussy lips and a fresh layer of her juice coated her fingers. The tip of his long, thick middle finger dragged its callused skin against the tiny bump of nerves that was her clit. "Ugh...uh...oh, shit," she whimpered. Her cries seemed to encourage his hand's exploration, because he applied pressure to his touch and now ground his fingers against her clit. Her lower body undulated against his hand's movements, which added more stimulation. "Oooh, shit," she groaned. She heard the sound echo into the short corridor. She knew that she needed to keep her moaning down to a whisper, but it was so hard, especially when his fingers were causing her to scream. "More...I want more," she groaned. "You want more?" she heard him whisper into her ear. "Ugh... yes," she groaned. Suddenly, her lips were covered with his own. She noticed that he own a pair of lips that were full and soft. Selene opened her eyes, but was welcomed with darkness. Her face was now mostly covered by this bully's sweatshirt's hood. With the darkness that took over her vision, it provided her with a chance of escapism. She felt like she was in her bedroom, lying on her bed and in darkness, instead of on the floor of a hallway in her school. The idea of being fucked by an unknown man crossed her mind. The notion excited her and caused her cunt to seep more. "You want more?" he inquired, after having his tongue take a swipe at her bottom lip. She could feel his lips lightly graze hers, as he spoke to her. "You want me to fuck you?" She moaned in pleasure from hearing his words. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he repeated, as two of his fingers delved into her wet, hot depths. A drawn-out moan drew from her mouth as her back arched and her pelvis tilted towards the ceiling. His fingers moved in and out of her pussy, in strokes that were slow and restricted in movement, because of her pants. "Answer me," he demanded. Then she felt his thumb rubbed at her clit. She moaned at the double sensation before whimpering out a short 'yes'. There was another chuckle from him. "Good," he hissed. He removed his fingers from out of her pussy and pulled his hand from out of her pants. She whimpered in what she felt like was sadness at having his fingers removed. "Patience," was his reply. His other hand let go of her wrists and joined its twin as they pulled Selene's pants off of her hips. They drew them down her shapely thighs, down to her knees and stopping at her ankles, so he could take each shoe and then each pants' leg off. He pushed her discarded trousers away. Then, her panties soon joined her pants. Afterwards, his left hand fondled her tits while his right hand had gone back to pleasuring her heated core. With available space now, his fingers slipped back into her and her inner walls contracted with glee. The sensation of the cold, hard floor against her bare bottom had heightened the experience for Selene. His three fingers' strokes were rough and aggressive. Her tits jiggled with each thrust. "You like that?" he growled out as the tempo in his pace increased. She purred in response. Her hands joined his left hand and massaged at her tits. "Pull my pants down and take my dick out," he instructed. Selene's hands moved to the front of his sweatpants and grabbed onto the elastic band. She slipped her hands underneath his pants and underwear. She stroked at the skin that greeted her, before pushing the clothes off of his hips. Her right hand went to his front and grabbed a hold of his dick. 'Oh my,' she thought while feeling a sense of astonishment at how big, thick and heavy his dick felt in her hand. Selene began an exploration of the swollen appendage. She never held or felt a penis. In fact, she's never seen one up close and personal. Unless, she counted dildos, vibrators and the other phallic-shaped, sex toys that she used in past sexual encounters. She knew since she was a girl that she likes other girls and she was confident that she was a young, gay woman. A groan erupted above her and then she felt his mouth descended down hers. As his tongue invaded her mouth, her hand stroked at his cock's shaft. His hips thrust forward and a grunt slipped out of him. "Oh, fuck girl" he groaned at the sensation, against her lips. She had become aware that he was enjoying the pleasure that she was giving him. She noticed how he allowed himself to enjoy the sensation, occasionally bucking his hips and muttering a word of encouragement. After a moment had passed, he had physically removed her hand. He also removed his fingers from her snatch as well. He pushed himself off of her and kneeled in front of her. Selene's eyes gazed at this veiled stranger. The hood of his over-sized sweatshirt was shifted. His face was still hidden, giving him a sinister appearance, but she now could see his chin and his neck, as well as the center of his collarbone. She noticed the patch of dark colored facial hair on his chin. He was a white boy; Selene knew that much based on the coloring of his hands. Now, with the sight of his chin, it was confirmed. Her eyes drifted down to bottom of his sweatshirt, where his dick was made its presence known. It stood straight up and lifted up the bottom of his shirt. She was right with her assumption of his cock being thick and long. Slightly built with a darker hue, his member was flushed with shades of burgundy and pink. There were two veins underneath the skin of his shaft that were prominent. The mushroom-shaped cap was fat and his slit was prominent. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw a piece of curved metal penetrated the rim. Her fingers twitch, a reflex for wanting to touch him. "You like what you see?" he inquired, as his right hand grasped onto his prick and pumped at the engorged flesh. Distracted by his hand's gesture, she nodded her head absent-mindedly. His available hand gripped her left knee and instructed her legs to spread further apart. He slipped his frame in between her legs. "You ever had some dick before? And I'm not talkin' about any vibrators and that other shit either," he asked as he settled over her smaller frame. She frantically shook her head. He placed his upper body's weight on his left hand as his right hand guided the tip of his cock past the fleshy barrier of her pussy. Selene moaned at the stimulation. Her back arched off of the floor and legs wrapped themselves around his waist. Her right fingers wrapped themselves around his left wrist while her left hand rested on his lower back. He inserted himself further into her warmth and Selene felt her inner walls clench on him. He grunted. "Fuck, you're tight," he grunted from the sensation of her pussy clamping down on his member. He withdrew an inch and shoved more into her. "Ah...more," she groaned. She set her hooded, dark brown eyes on what supposed to be his face and she gave him a content smile. "I'm not going to break, you know." Choosing Your Battles Ch. 01 In response, she felt what little of his cock slide out of her, but only to have him ram his full length into her cunt. Both of them groaned out, loudly, at the intrusion. She tightened her legs around him. Inside of Selene's pussy felt full; his cock was stimulating every cluster of nerves that were buried deep inside of her. In a breathy gasp, she pleaded for this stranger to fuck her. In response, he doled out four strokes to her cunt that were slow, deep and hard. She moaned with each thrust that invaded her warmth. Then he sank his cock into her depths and stilled himself. "Fuck me," she pleaded. She heard his chuckle and then felt his prick give her thrusts that were aggressive and rough. They were so rough that her body flinched with every thrust. Her eyes fluttered close and her head rolled to the side, as her body burned with stimulation. Her face taken on a serene expression and her lips slightly parted. Her hands traveled from his body to hers. She gripped her tits in each hand and caressed them, as he fucked her. At one point in their rutting, a sequence of whimpers floated from her, as he ground his pelvis against her inflamed labia and hidden clit. "Oh shit," she whimpered as she felt the tingles of her impending climax. "Oh, I'm about to...Oh, I'm..." she moaned out, before succumbing to her orgasm. She had opened her mouth to take a deep breath and was about to scream, when it was cut off by his mouth. His thick tongue invaded her mouth and fucked her mouth, in the same manner that his dick was doing to her pussy. She groaned into his mouth as her undergone the physical transformation of her climax. Her mind felt cloudy, Selene felt his dick swell even more and she knew that he was about to cum himself. His thrusts were staccato and lost their fluidity. "You're about to cum for me?" she asked in a breathy moan. A groan left his throat as he continued to move. "Cum for me, baby. Cum in my pussy," she moaned. Her words had an effect on him, she knew. The reactions were simultaneously: a loud groan which turned into a whimper, his hips made a few pumps and his body tremor. A warm feeling erupted in her for a moment before gradually disappearing. She figured out that he came inside of her. His body collapsed on top of hers and she welcomed the feeling of his weight. Her arms wrapped themselves around his waist as in an embrace. Her hands rubbed at his massive back. He let out an appreciative grunt and she felt his lips kiss at her neck. She moaned in response. They fell into a silence. The only sounds that were heard were their breathing. "Mister Pickett, are you sure that they are over here?" It was a statement that they heard come from another corridor. It was the factor that broke Selene and her mystery sex partner out of their interlude. The voices were not too far from where they were hiding, so they moved quickly to put their clothes back on. Still feeling light-headed from her recent climax, Selene quickly slipped her panties and pants back on. On shaky legs, she stood up and slipped her shoes onto her feet. Her eyes made brief contact with the other teen. He was casually fixing his clothes, as if he had all of the time in the world. Meanwhile, she felt like she was about to have an anxiety attack. She thought that she was definitely going to get expelled from school for fucking another student in a hallway. By the time she was fixing her blouse and making sure that everything was not out of place, the stranger/bully/lover was dressed and was leaving the foyer. "Mister G!" she heard him shout, jovially, from the other hallway. "Mister Parker, why are you not in class?" she heard from what sounded like an authority figure. "I'm sure that little shit that's standing behind you told you why," the bully informed him. The joy from his voice was gone and all there was left was an edge. "Parker, watch your language!" the staff member instructed. There was a five-second silence, before the faculty member asked for Selene's whereabouts. "Oh, her, she's back there," the bully, this Parker kid, had notified him. "If I was you, I'll wait a few minutes, she's busy getting dressed." Selene gasped in shock from his comment. 'Fucking asshole!' "That's enough, Mister Parker! Mister Jackson, can you please take Mr. Parker to my office? And, as for you, Mister Pickett, you can get back to your class." Selene heard a kid give an affirmation before she heard sneakers break out into a run across the polished linoleum. 'Well, here goes nothing,' she thought, before she took the first steps that led her out of the foyer. She spotted the faculty member standing in an intersection of hallways. He was a tall, bald-headed man, who wore a cheap-looking brown suit and an aura of authority as if it was a three-piece Armani tuxedo. She didn't know who he was, but she figured that he must be a big-wig, here at the school. Turns out that she was right, the faculty member was the assistant principal, Mr. Aaron Gorensky. After the small kid, who Selene learned later on was the 'Little Tommy Pickett' left the foyer, he ran to the assistant principal's office and told him that she was about to get killed by this bully; the bully, whose nickname was 'The Monster'. After leaving the foyer, the man had taken one look at her face and told her that she was going to see the school's nurse. The assistant principal had escorted Selene to the school's nurse office, to be treated for the bruise that marred her left cheek. A bruise that she didn't know had formed. During the nurse's observations, both of them noticed that bruises were beginning to form on her forearms as well. The nurse asked her if she wanted to go home, but Selene declined. She asked the plump, short woman if she could use a restroom and the woman taken her to the nearest one. Inside of a stall, she wiped away the cum that was smeared on her legs and soiled her clothes. As she wiped away The Monster's seminal fluids, she silently thanked herself for being on Seasonique, a birth control tool. After the nurse visit, Selene was escorted by the assistant principal to his office, where the Parker kid and a security guard were waiting. Mr. Gorensky asked the guard to leave the office and the officer complied with his wishes. The assistant principal instructed for Selene to sit down in the available chair that was positioned in front of his desk. Parker, also known as The Monster, sat in the other chair. There was six inches of space between them. Selene could feel the tension between them. Inside her mind's eye, she replayed the event that transpired between them. Her pussy grew hot from the memory. She wanted his cock again. It didn't help deter her need, when she felt two of his fingers reach over to her hand and lightly graze at the skin of her left hand. 'Get back on track, honey,' her conscience warned her libido. She placed her left hand on her lap. The assistant principal sat in the chair that was behind his desk. He placed each one of his hands on a folder that was on the desktop. There was a huge disparity between the two folders. Selene noticed that one folder had more contents than the other one and was about a foot off of the desktop. "Before I start, Mr. Parker, take off your hood. You are inside of a building and not standing on a street corner," Mr. Gorensky said to The Monster. Selene heard him sucked his teeth, grumbled something under his breath and then scoffed, before he complied. She gazed over at him, groaned low and then turned back to Mr. Gorensky's direction. For Selene, it was official: she was attracted to him and she wanted more of his cock, and probably would have to beg for it. Before she saw his face, she expected an average, baby-face with chubby cheeks and maybe with a double chin. Instead, her vision was greeted by a handsome profile. On top of his head was a mass of black curls that was shaved into a mohawk. The shaved sides were stubbly, a sign that he was growing his hair out. From his profile, she saw a strong, masculine face that held a nose with an elegant bridge, a pair of full lips, thick black eyebrows and almond-shaped blue eyes. Her eyes gone back to gazed at his bottom lip. It looked full and heavy to her. An image of sucking on it as she rode his cock popped into her mind and shuddered. 'Get it together, girl' her conscience warned. On his face, there were patches of red-colored, inflamed rashes that she knew was a symptom of eczema. They littered parts of his forehead, cheeks and jaw line. She thought that the patches added to his rugged beauty. She knew a lot of girls wouldn't have found him attractive. Well, she thought that he was handsome. "Miss Dennis, are you feeling all right?" Mr. Gorensky asked her. "Do you want to go back to the nurse? You look a bit flushed." She heard a snicker erupt from her left side. She wanted to kick the shit out of her compatriot that was sitting next to her. "No, I am all right, Assistant Principal Gorensky," she informed him. "Please, continue." "All right," the assistant principal said to her. He gave each folder a slap with his hands and said to them, "Do the both of you know what are inside these folders?" Selene shook her head while The Monster just smirked. "These are your permanent records. Everything that you have done, whether if it was good or bad, are in these folders. Everything, starting from when you were in kindergarten to now, is residing in these folders. As you can see, one folder is thicker than the other. This bad boy, right here, belongs to you...Selene." At hearing that news, her eyes widened in surprise. She quickly recovered and avoided looking at the assistant principal. She was embarrassed. "This other one... belongs to Mr. Parker over here. Now the two of you have a lot in common, but today..." Then, he proceeded to give the both of them a lecture about the rules and guidelines for the students at Payton High School. It was during the assistant principal's speech, every once in a while, Selene would glance over at the floor. She was trying to gather up enough courage to take a glance at The Monster. It was during Mr. Gorensky chat about 'students fighting' was when she finally took the chance. She turned to stare at him. His sapphire-colored eyes were giving her an unwavering stare that let her know that he's been watching her the entire time. Selene felt her core temperature rise and the blood in her lower body rushed to her pussy. She gulped loudly and tried her best to ignore him. "...under normal circumstances, I would just send you two; or any two kids who were caught fighting, to after-school detention for a week. But, being that you are new student Miss Dennis, and from what I've been told by your teachers, you are trying to maintain on the right path: I am not going to punish you..." Selene let out a sigh of relief. "...But I will give you a warning: I don't want to see you again in my office, young lady. I've spoken to Mister Pickett and he told me what happened and based from what I've read from your pervious schools' records, you are a good kid. You just need to learn how to choose your battles. The next time you see a kid being picked on: just go get a security guard or a teacher. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mr. Gorensky" she said with a nod of her head. "Now, as for you, Sasha..." "Sasha?" she said under her breath. There was a smile on her lips. "...being that you is a frequent guest to my office for numerous offenses and this time you are here for putting your hands on a girl, I am going to suspend you for two weeks— "Mister— "Would you like for it to be three weeks, Mr. Parker?" Mr. Gorensky asked him. The Monster was silent, in response. "That's what I thought! If you can't come to grips with it, I suggest for you to think of your suspension as an early start to your Christmas break!" Selene noticed the smug look on the young man's face and she scoffed. His eyes darted over to her before going back to look at Mr. Gorensky. "I understand, Mr. Parker, that your home life is... difficult." Selene watched as Sasha's eyes had grown cold and intense. She assumed that he didn't appreciate the 'calling-out' that Mr. Gorensky had just done to him. "... But that should be your motivation to do something with your life. To do something positive, instead of running around town and acting like a thug!" Selene could hear the passion inside of Mr. Gorensky's voice as he spoke. It was obvious that the man cared for Sasha. She gazed at Sasha to find him giving the older man an expression of indifference. "So what, so I can grow up and be like you; graduate with a diploma and get a meaningless '9-to-5' and be miserable, just like you?" Sasha said to him, with a smugness that made Selene want to slap the shit out of him. "I wonder what your old crew thinks of you, if they could see you right now... Creeper" "So, they know each other?' Selene glanced at Mr. Gorensky, who just looked stoic. "I wonder what my Pops have to say, if he saw you right now: in your cheap suit, sitting behind a desk, pushing papers like you're some kind of secretary and eating shitty food from a high school cafeteria," Sasha wondered. Selene felt the room's atmosphere become super uncomfortable. She stared at both individuals as they glared at each other. She felt like she was invading a private moment between the two of them. A fat moment of silence occurred before Mr. Gorensky spoke again. "If your father was alive, Sasha, I am sure that he wouldn't have one negative thing to say about me and what I am doing with my life. In case you haven't noticed Mr. Parker, I am one of the few people who have made it out of our old neighborhood successfully. I maybe dine on 'shitty cafeteria food' as you like to call it, but it's better than the way I used to eat then, which was no food at all. I might not be living in a mansion off of the coast of the Florida Keys, but I am living a life where I am not looking over my shoulder. And to answer your question about the members of my old crew: they don't have much to say right now, because they are dead. Either they were killed, on the streets, or they were murdered in prison like your father. If your dad was alive, I know he would've wanted you to do something with your life— "Keep my father's name out of your mouth," Sasha threatened. "I think it's time for me to go," Selene announced as she stood up from her chair. The tension had become too intense for her to handle. "You can stay, I'm about to leave," Sasha announced as he stood to his full height. He was about to make an exit, when Mr. Gorensky stopped him. "I meant every word that I've said, Sasha!" "Your words don't mean shit to me," was Sasha's parting shot, before left the office. A few seconds after his departure, the young student and the assistant principal heard the sound of an angry roar. It had come from outside of the office, from the corridor. Selene felt the anger that boiled inside of that cry. "I'm sorry, Miss Dennis, for you having to witness that moment. It was totally unprofessional of me and I am sorry. As you heard, he and I go way back; he is like a son to me and for my wife. He's been through a lot and it has left him... scarred." "Hey, say no more," Selene said to him with her hands in the air, in a mock surrender. "What happened right now is something that I don't want to know about. My name is Paul and this was between y'all." She walked towards the office's exit. She stood in front of the doorway. She gazed at the school official. "But on a serious note, I really do appreciate the second chance at proving myself. I thought that I was going to get a suspension. In every other school that I was in, I was kicked out before I could land the last punch." Her eyes grew a glazed over look as she thought about her past expulsions. When she came to, Mr. Gorensky saw the pain in her eyes. "So, yeah...thank you." "You're welcome, Miss Dennis. Like I said before, don't try to play the hero. I know too many people who were killed over something stupid because they tried to play the hero," he informed her. She wondered if Sasha's father was one of those people. "I've already alerted your teacher that you were in my office and I will be notifying your aunt and uncle as well." With a groan, Selene's face held a grimace. "Great," she groaned. Selene walked down a corridor and was heading back to her fourth period class. There were close to thirty minutes left in her class. As she walked past a darkened hallway, she was grabbed by her right wrist and was snatched into the short hallway. Her back had collided with a cold, tiled wall. She grunted at the pain in her back and was about to fall onto the floor, when she held up against the solid object. She felt fingers dig into the flesh of her biceps as she forced to stand upright. She looked up at her assailant. From the light of the well-lit hallway, she saw a pair of familiar dark blue eyes gazing down at her. "Did you enjoy your little lesson with our highly-esteemed, assistant principal?" he asked her. Before she could say anything, his mouth descended down on hers. She moaned into his mouth as he deepened his kisses. She felt his right hand leave her left bicep. The hand snaked its way down to the waist band of her pants. His fingers unfastened her belt and pants before drawing her pants down. Her pants slid down her thighs to her knees. His fingers searched out for her hot spot that rested underneath the crotch of her panties. His fingers inserted themselves and she shuddered. He provided deep and slow strokes as his thumb rubbed at her clit. She parted her mouth from his and rested her head against the wall. Her hands were resting on his thick arms and would grip tighter when she felt his fingers touch a particular pleasuring-inducing spot. He asked at one point, "Are you sure that you are a lesbian?" A sense of guilt and shame stabbed itself into her soul, at hearing his inquiry. He was right: she did proclaim herself as being a lesbian. In fact, she paraded her sexuality since her start at Payton High School. In response, she giggled, kissed him and then said in his ear, "If you think that I am one, Sasha, then why don't you fuck me so good that I won't think about eating another pussy again?" She chose not think about her sexuality right at that moment. She chose to ignore her guilt and she was going to use this fuck session to help her forget about it. Her inquiry had roused a side of him that she hasn't seen in him. With a groan, he withdrew his fingers from her sex. She groaned in disappointment, but moaned in pleasure when he sucked her juices from his fingers. "Turn around," he grunted, in a husky voice. She obeyed his command. She pressed her hands on the tiled wall as she slightly bent at the waist. Her ass was pressed against his mid-section. His hands roughly grabbed her lace, boy shorts and drew them down her legs. His fingers kneaded the skin of her ample, round ass as they massaged and smack each cheek to watch it jiggle. Soon, Selene felt the fat head of his cock pushing at the entrance of her pussy. She arched her back, bringing her ass up higher, in anticipation. She tried to inject his cock into her, but he would back away from her. She released a grunt that revealed her annoyance. Then she heard Sasha the Monster laugh before slowly injecting his fat cock inside of her warmth again. Just when she was about sank his member deeper into her, he pulled out again. This exchange had gone on between them for a few more attempts. "Sasha" she moaned, feeling a fringe of frustration creeping on her, a result from his teasing. "You want it?" he asked, sounding amused. "Yes" she hissed, "now, fuck me!"