Her Adorable Tutor

Note : All characters involved are over the age of eighteen when the sex scenes take place.

Warren Gill rises from his bed, blinking rapidly. The rays of sunlight make him squint as they enter his room. Getting up, he sits on the mattress, removing the covers from over his body. It is a Wednesday morning and the sixteen years old boy must quickly shower and brush his teeth. Standing up on his feet, he walks over to the bathroom. He also grabs some clothes on the way, not real long choosing which shirts and trousers go together, just randomly selecting them quickly.

Getting inside the bathroom, he undresses and steps into the shower stall. Turning the faucet, he closes his eyes, allowing the cold water to stream down over him. Lathering up with soap, he waits before rinsing off. Once finished, Warren turns off the faucet. Stepping out, the boy dries himself with the towel, wrapping it around his waist. He stares at his reflection in the mirror with a sigh, slightly disappointed by how slim he is and how he has failed to develop any muscle, despite already approaching the end of puberty.

Reaching for his toothbrush, the boy squirts toothpaste all over it, starting to brush his teeth. He uses his free hand to wipe the counter clear, some water having been spilled across it earlier. The boy then rinses his mouth out once done, gargling for a few seconds before doing so. After that, he starts getting dressed in the clothes he prepared for the day, heading downstairs.

His mother has already left for work as a waitress, while his father left for his secretary’s bedroom four years ago and never came back. The boy growls to himself as he tries to get the image of the man out of his mind. It’s an unusual sound for a normally sweet, well-mannered dork, given that he only makes it when upset, and he rarely gets upset by anything other than the memory of his philandering father.

Shaking his head, he walks towards their tiny kitchen, gathering a few ingredients. Some chicken, white pepper and soy sauce mixed together, and some oil on the frying pan, and half an hour later he has a basic meal. It’s not much but it’s something they can afford. Gobbling it down, he quickly drinks some water and then goes outside to find the bus, getting on it.

As usual, the sixteen years old sits by himself next to a window. He looks outside, hands on his lap, feet tapping gently on the floor. The shirt flutters lightly as wind blows into the bus through the window. Most of the others are chatting amongst themselves. It has happened countless times before and by now the teenager is pretty much used to being alone.

When the bus arrives at Lowell High School, he quickly disembarks. Holding the satchel close to him, the boy walks up the pathway. He breathes in the fresh air, glancing aside at the grass field as he strides towards the entrance. Many other students are heading the same way, although Warren mostly ignores them and receives the same treatment, not having any friends at all.

Making his way through the hall, he walks past the lockers very quickly. The young man decides to make his way straight for class, wanting to sit at his desk when no one else would be in the room yet for the next half an hour. That way, he would have time to read by himself. The library would have other students and that’s why he only goes there when someone else is in the room.

Eventually people start filing into the room and the home room teacher arrives. The middle-aged woman just sits there reading his book while the students talk loudly, until the bell rings to signal the end of homeroom period and the imminent beginning of the first class. Warren quickly leaves, heading straight to the history classroom, really looking forward to this class, since it’s his favourite one.

The class is very interesting and he eagerly takes the notes. It is also the only one in which Warren regularly raises his hand to answer the teacher’s questions, and his answers are almost always right. Mr Tyler, the stick-thin teacher, takes great notice of this and constantly praises him. He is really a little bit of a teacher’s pet, to be honest. Not that the boy is ashamed of it.

At the end of the class, Warren is about to leave when he is stopped by one of his classmates, Kelly. Kelly Morgan is the ‘It girl’, coming from an extremely wealthy family and being absolutely gorgeous. She is a stunning track star, their school’s best runner, with long blond hair down to the middle of her back, muscular abs and powerful thighs which does not take away from her feminine charms, being blessed with a very pretty face. Her father is a billionaire steel magnate and her mother is a highly successful photographer, meaning she is loaded and easily able to afford all the most fashionable clothes. The girl smiles at him with her mirth, shining white teeth.

“Hi, Warren!” she greets. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.” Warren smiles back, frowning slightly in confusion. As a general rule, the social elites like her do not lower themselves to talk to a dork like him. Yet here she is, and she wants his help. Still, he decides to speak politely, the way he always does, in case she really does need his help with something.

“Sure thing!” he says, gathering his books and placing them in his bag, zipping it up. “What can I help you with, Kelly?” The girl bites her lower lip slightly, as if unsure whether to ask him or not. “Come on. If it’s something I can help you with then I will.” This seems to help her get over her discomfort, as she takes a deep breath, looking straight into his eyes with her sparkling blue ones.

“I’m doing kind of badly with history right now, you know?” Kelly begins, fidgeting slightly but looking mostly in control. “Like, on the last assignment, I really fucked up. Could you please tutor me?” Warren thinks about this for only a moment. He is a little bit concerned, being socially awkward, but his natural kindness wins out, being unable to avoid wanting to help out others.

“Of course Kelly!” Warren chirps with a cheerful smile. He heads to the door with her walking next to him. “Where do you want to meet? At the library, perhaps?” She eagerly nods, flashing her radiant, winning smile. The other guys would be reduced to idiotic, whimpering messes by this point, but Warren is, for some reason, able to resist her charm. He finds it heartwarming, of course, but isn’t about to start talking in gibberish like a moron. No matter how stunning she is, he won’t measure the worth of a girl by how she looks.

He spends the next few periods silently making notes in class as usual. The teachers all find him to be quiet but able to answer most of the questions they ask him. All in all, a polite, studious boy who prefers to keep to himself most of the time. It’s not too difficult to fathom why Kelly would want and ask for Warren’s help in history, given his more than commendable performance in the subject.

At lunch, after hurriedly wolfing down a sandwich, Warren heads for the library. He takes a brisk walk, entering the place, delighted that there are few other students there. It’s one of the reasons he likes the place so much. That and the fact that there are so many wonderful books around to read. Soon, he spots Kelly sitting by herself at a table in the corner, her bag on the chair next to her.

Walking over to sit opposite her, he greets her with a slightly tentative smile. “Hi!” Warren waves, blushing slightly, fumbling as he extricates his books from the bag, placing them on the table in front of him. “Would you like to, um, start now?” the boy asks nervously. “I mean, I’m ready now. You know. You’ve already eaten right? I mean, I, um..” he keeps on stuttering when she starts laughing, but not in an unkind way.

“Yeah. Already had salad,” the beautiful teenager replies, shaking her mane of glossy hair. Bringing her notes from inside her bag, she sets them down on the table. “We can start now.” The two of them begin studying together, with Warren quickly going through what she already knows and working out which parts he needs to cover. It turns out she is actually a fairly good student, only finding it difficult due to lack of passion for the subject.

When she sneezes due to how cold it is in the library, Warren removes his sweater. Holding it out to her, he says “You can borrow mine. I don’t want you to catch a cold.” She is touched by his concern, no other guy having expressed such care to her before.

“What about you, though?” Kelly asks, regretting not bringing her own sweater, since he is now rubbing his arms, after kindly letting her borrow his sweater.

“Oh, it’s fine. I’m more worried about you,” he says, before starting to explain what they have agreed to work on for their first study session.

Over the half an hour they are working on it together, both of them get to know each other better. Kelly finds that Warren is not only smart but also funny, greatly entertained by his jokes. At first she thought he was a bit of a lame nerd but now she realizes that there is more to him than meets the eyes. He, meanwhile, appreciates having company for once. It reminds him of how good it can be to have someone else to talk to. The boy is pleasantly surprised by how nice she is to him.

At the end of their lunch break, they both leave and head off separately, each to their own class. This is only after they have agreed on a further study session though, at the same place and the same time everyday. It’s weird to the teenage boy how excited he is by this prospect. Still, he quickly goes to his next class, not wanting to ruin his completely perfect punctuality record.

For the next couple of weeks, the two of them regularly meet to study in the library, growing closer and closer. Soon, they regard each other as more than just study partners, and also start having their sessions at a cozy little cafe near the campus. They have become friends. And good ones too, with Kelly confiding in Warren more than she does with the other popular kids. This is mostly because he is a better listener, willing to sit down and let her vent, and then tell her afterwards that he can understand how difficult it is for her, trying to fit in with her social crowd without losing herself in the process.

It makes him realize how vulnerable the idealized girl really is. She’d tell him about how some of their classmates go partying and having underage binge-drinking sessions. They often pressured her to do the same thing. Whenever she refuses, they’d jeer at her, even though at the end of the day she’d still be one of them. Moments like those are the ones that make her feel like fish out of water whenever they happen.

The girl has taken to inviting Warren to come over to her three storey mansion where they study together in her bedroom. Having him next to her sends tingles up her spine every time yet she never figures out why this is. Warren, for his part, is more receptive, figuring out that they are both developing feelings for each other and wanting to move it to the next level, but unable to gather the courage to do so.

All he can do at the moment is console her whenever she feels stressed from being pressured by her friends. She knows they are vain and cruel, but still can’t bring herself to distance from them. Their social life is the only thing she knows really well, after all, having been a part of the crowd for a long time. No matter how much she often wants to break free from the obnoxious circle, Kelly couldn’t fathom suffering from a fall from grace that will surely be the consequence.

“Kelly, it’s okay. You don’t have to fit in all the time,” he tells the bereaved teenager in a soothing voice, several days after their first study session in the library. “Just because the others are dumb enough to mess up their own lives doesn’t mean you have to do the same thing to yourself.” Kelly is sniffling lightly, blowing her nose, wiping her eyes. He never realized how fragile someone at the top of the school could be, but now understands that she needs someone for emotional support. And he isn’t going to fail her now.

“Really? You think I’m alright by myself?” she asks. Warren is shocked by how much this makes her seem like a troubled girl with low self-esteem. The Kelly he knew from earlier wasn’t someone with self-esteem issues. It’s all honestly quite mind-boggling to him. Still, he manages to hide his reaction well enough, extending his arm, patting her shoulder with one hand.

“Of course! Even if we emulate other people at things, we shouldn’t do the worst stuff they do. We should just focus on doing the good stuff. Besides, there is no need for you to copy others in the first place, since you’re already perfect the way you are,” he offers her a handkerchief, letting her sort through herself. “Come on. Enough studying today. Let’s go have some ice cream. It’s on me, okay?” The teenage nerd boy quickly stands up, helping her get up too, leading her off the school campus to a nearby store.

The two teenagers bond and get really close. Kelly feels different near Warren from what she feels when around other boys. She couldn’t put a finger on what it is, though. The beauty Queen remains oblivious to her own feelings and his, even after he constantly makes her feel the proverbial butterflies in her stomach. It only keeps nagging her at the back of her mind whenever she thinks of him.

Eventually her friendship with him catches the attention of other popular kids. Sadly, they are far less accepting of him than she is. All they can see is a dorky low-life, instead of the funny, kind boy she has grown accustomed to. They are now telling her to ditch him, and she is finding it difficult to decide whether to do it or not. He understands her more than any of them does but they have always been around for her.

“Come on, Kelly,” Amanda, one of her friends on the track and field team, says to the voluptuous teenager. “Hanging out with that loser is completely ruining your reputation. Some people actually think you’re going out with him or something. You better drop him before that geekiness rubs off on you.” Kelly sighs at this piece of advice. She shrugs dismissively at it, not wanting to lose someone who is so understanding of her like Warren.

“I’m not going to ditch him!” she says in an exasperated tone. “Warren is a really nice guy and I enjoy hanging out with him. He is my friend just like you are.” Amanda sighs at this reply, shaking her head and walking off with the rest of their posse. They leave Kelly to herself to think over their words, mulling over whether staying friends with Warren is the right option or not.

Slowly, she begins to grasp the situation unfolding before her. Right now, the girl is at a junction where she has to choose between her long-time, shallow friends who keep her at the top of the social hierarchy, and the boy who has made her feel more warmth and comfort than others have been able to bring out of her in months. A hard choice which needs to be made, and needs to be made soon.

At night, she lies awake, staring up at the ceiling. The buxom blonde clasps her hands behind the back of her head, propping it up on the pillow. It’s now obvious that staying with Warren is going to get her alienated from the popular crowd. And she really can’t imagine going through that. As much as she dislikes being pushed into getting shit-faced with booze, Kelly enjoys the benefit of remaining part of the cool kids.

It pains her to even contemplate this but the girl realizes what must be done. Even though it pains Kelly greatly, she has decided she must stop hanging out with Warren in order to stay at the top. Wiping away the drops of tears, she rolls over onto her side on the king-sized bed. There is no other way. She must do it. She must remain at the top, even if it costs her that boy who is the only one to make her feel truly special.

The next day, Kelly breaks the news to Warren in the library where they first studied together. “I don’t want to hang out with you anymore, Warren. You’re really dull and boring. Not to mention, completely beneath me. You’re lucky I even hung out with you in the first place. I don’t know what I was thinking.” All of this is said in front of her peers who surround the table, sneering at Warren who sits there, gaping.

With tears streaming down his thin face, the boy sniffles in disbelief. He’s completely shocked by everything she just said. All Warren manages is “B B But we were…. I mean, why?” She forces herself to snigger at this, not wanting to reveal any vulnerability. Her friends react the same way as she does, laughing as he gets up and runs out of the library, sobbing his eyes out.

The rest of the day, Warren avoids her at school, hiding from the beautiful girl. He should’ve realized this would happen. She is better than the boy, above him in every way. Whether it’s looks, wealth or status, Kelly is far better than Warren. It was foolish of him to expect her to stay around for longer than she did and now he is paying the price for his stupidity, hurting all over. At least it is better right now than later when his emotions would be more rampant and he would be too attached to her, making the separation more painful to him.

As soon as he gets home, he heads straight to the couch and lies down on him. Blinking, he holds back the remaining drops of tear bravely. Telling himself he would be fine, Warren readies himself for his mother’s return home from work. The boy simply does not want to worry her about something like this, which shouldn’t be worth troubling his mother over. She already has enough stress trying to make ends meet for them.

When Claire arrives, she immediately notices how distraught her son is. “Warren, are you alright?” the protective mother immediately asks, as he wipes away the last traces of tears, sniffling lightly. “Did something happen at school today?” The boy can only nod as she walks over, sitting down next to him on the couch, patting his back comfortingly before she even knows what it is that is upsetting her son so much. She just knows that he needs her to be there for him right now.

“K K Kelly told me she doesn’t want to be friends with me anymore,” he finally manages, gasping for breath slightly but still able to produce a firm voice. He then spends the next hour relaying the full details of what transpired that day to her, letting her know exactly what happened to reduce him to such a state. At least he is starting to recover a bit now, no longer wallowing in despair and self-pity like he was in the morning.

That night, he lies on his mattress, finally able to get rid of enough of the stress to fall asleep. Not that it helps much to have the nightmares plaguing him, reliving that moment when she severed their friendship again and again over the night hours. Still, it does make things a bit better. Now he is resting, despite how troubling the thoughts that constantly attack his mind are.

Kelly, meanwhile, is feeling a mixture of a lot of emotions. There is regret, oh absolutely. The girl does realize that what she said to him was undeniably guilty and there is a very low chance of her ever being able to reconcile their friendship if she ever wants to. She knows that if someone has ever said such harmful things to her, she would feel deeply hurt and wounded, and would never want to even be in the same room with that person again.

Yet another part of her also tells herself that she will be fine. She can continue hanging out with her friends from the track and field team without worrying about falling out with them. There is no longer any need to fear that that will happen. All of them have seen the way she cut ties with the ‘loser geek’ they so despise, and now they will no longer doubt her place as a part of the popular crowd.

Next morning, she wakes up early. The teenage bombshell quickly heads to the living room, waiting for her maid to prepare breakfast. Sitting down, she brings out her phone, checking for messages from teammates. Once the meal is prepared, she starts eating it immediately. It turns out that her friends have planned a party for that night. She really can’t wait to go there.

When Kelly arrives at school, she is greeted by her friends. Amanda and Lily are more enthusiastic than the rest, since they are the ones who have been telling her to stop hanging out with Warren for weeks, and were therefore the happiest when she did that. Amanda, in particular, is still exuberant from yesterday’s events, as shown by both her actions and words.

“So, Kells,” she says, using her friend’s nickname, making her roll her eyes. “Ready for the party tonight?” Kelly quickly nods her head to this, before walking over to grab stuff from inside her locker. She shoves all the books she is going to need for the first two periods into it, slamming it shut. “Wonderful! I’ll see you at Lily’s place at 6. Catch ya later, ladies!” Everyone then disperse, before someone enters.

The moment Warren walks into the corridor, Kelly feels her heart beat rapidly in her chest. She wants to go to him more than anything, to tell him she is sorry for what she said to him yesterday and beg for his forgiveness. But the knowledge that her social life could be ruined if she acts on that impulse is more than enough to hold her back. It feels like many daggers are stabbing into her at once and she can do nothing except try to weather the pain.

It doesn’t take much longer before Kelly finally gives in to the pressure and fully embraces the partying lifestyle. She starts regularly showing up at the parties with her fellow track teammates. They proceed to have lots of fun together over the next several months. The girl does enjoy it quite a lot, since the experiences add even more to her already great popularity.

Despite that, she spends many nights awake in her bed, wondering how things could have been with Warren if she didn’t hastily break off their friendship. She’d ponder over this for hours on end, silently debating with herself if she made the right choice. Of course, deep down Kelly knows she fucked up royally. Every time she leaves a party she knows that, as great as it is to remain the centre of everyone’s attention, it’s not really worth what she gave up for it.

She’d console herself by looking at a copy of the boy’s keys that she made. Just touching it reminds her of him, and whenever that happens, she’d still feel those lingering butterflies in her tummy. Yeah, she definitely made the wrong choice. But it’s not like she could do anything about that now, could she? What Kelly said to Warren was reprehensible. If she were him, she would not forgive herself.

When she turns seventeen, Kelly gets a boyfriend. It’s just her way of coping with losing Warren, she knows, but the girl really doesn’t know what else she can do at this point. The two haven’t spoken for almost an entire year now, and it is killing her every time she sees him at school and knows she can’t go talk to the boy because of the worst mistake of her entire life.

At least her boyfriend Rick is a catch. He might be an arrogant asshole but he is also very handsome, with sharp jawlines and a chiseled body from playing football. Many other girls drool all over him but he chose her, since she has, in just a year, blossomed into a very hot girl. Kelly is aware of that too. She realizes that her round, muscular ass and gorgeous face is the only reason he is interested in going out with her.

The relationship is problematic though. Rick is a massive jerk. He constantly hazes smaller guys, which is bad enough in Kelly’s eyes. One of the victims is Warren, which only serves to make it worse. She will never forget the look in his eyes the first time he sees her walking down the corridor arm in arm with his tormentor. The girl can do nothing except hold her head high and swallow back her shame, staring him down haughtily.

“Hey, loser. What’cha doing?” Rick says to the smaller nerd one day as he looks at Kelly longingly. “Staring at my girlfriend? Look away now before I cave your face in with my fist. You’re pathetic, you know that? Even if I leave her, she will never look at you. Who would?” Everyone around them starts laughing at Warren’s expense, including Kelly who has to hide her own feelings, going along with everyone else reluctantly, keeping a mean smile plastered across her beautiful face.

Warren’s eyes turn red as tears threaten to stream down his cheeks. It hurts Kelly more than anything when she has to say “No, Rick. I would look at Warren. But only to make fun of him, because that’s all the attention a loser is going to get.” She feels the pain in her own heart at the sight of the frail boy in front of her, looking completely destroyed by her cruel words. It hurt her saying that more than it hurt him. People start cracking up again now, most of them joining in on laughing at the poor boy’s expense, before he finally snaps, losing control of himself for once.

“Shut the fuck up!” the angry teenager yells back at the couple in front of him, not caring anymore. Turning to Rick, Warren then says “You are nothing more than a pathetic attention whore who wants everyone to always focus on him.” Now, he turns to Kelly. “And you. I thought I was wrong about you, that you are better than the superficial bitches you hang out with, but now I know how right I was. You are no better than them. In fact, you’re even worse. You lied to me and you offered me friendship only to take it away when I became your friend, just because I don’t fit in with your crowd. You’re a despicable piece of shit.”

Absolute silence roams the hall as Warren finishes this statement, before walking off, his face no longer covered in tears. Now there is just firm resolve on it, as he decides to shed no more tears over her. He has already cried enough for Kelly. From now on, the boy will be indifferent to her. No more pining after her. No longer staring at her longingly. No. He is not going to follow her around like an obedient puppy anymore. That has gone on for far longer that it should have.

Kelly is staring at his back in shock as he strides away from her. She has never fathomed such an outcome before. Deep down, the teenage athlete has always been telling herself that one day, she will gather enough courage to go talk and apologize to him. And now he is walking away from her. For the past year, she has shunned him but still took delight from his attention as he continued looking at her with yearning. Now that pleasure has been denied to her as he appears to no longer care.

Soon she and Rick break up, as both realize that Kelly has romantic feelings for Warren that are much stronger than she ever thought before. She wants to go back to him right away and beg for his forgiveness but realizes how difficult it would be. He is very upset with her, and rightfully so, as she realizes after pondering on her previous fuck ups.

The boy remains nerdy but is no longer the same in how he used to stare at her. He stays who he is except for how he is not pining for the athletic beauty anymore. Now he is very much living his own life, moving on from the mess of the shambles of their past friendship. It is daunting but the teenage boy manages to get by relatively fine, surprising given how he has spent the past months trying not to start weeping over Kelly again.

On a fateful Thursday, Warren approaches another girl, Lisa. Lisa is wearing her favourite Star Wars t-shirt. “Hey,” the boy says. “I was wondering if, um, you know, you’d like to hang out sometimes.” At that point, they have been lab partners in physics together for a couple of months. She eagerly accepts, telling him later on that she’s been waiting for him to ask her out for some time now.

“Of course, dummy!” the teen replies to his question. “There is this nice little cafe I love going to on the weekends. We can go there together.” She grabs his hand tightly right then and he knows he doesn’t want her to ever let go.

It makes him proud to be able to move on to the point of getting a girlfriend. For the first time in his life, Warren is actually dating. It is an entirely new experience to him, of course. A completely foreign concept, one in which he has never participated before. Still he manages just fine, refusing to give up and making sure that he doesn’t fall into the familiar trap of being obsessed over her.

His new girlfriend is actually quite cute. A bookworm like himself, she sports thick-rimmed glasses, with curly, shoulder length hair, she is reasonably pretty, even if not a knockout like Kelly. The girl is also captain of the debate team and proud of her intellect. He couldn’t believe he somehow managed to gather enough courage to ask her out, and that she really said yes. That moment is forever imprinted in his mind, when he successfully started his first romantic relationship.

The two of them immediately begin dating exclusively, much to Kelly’s chagrin. The blonde beauty Queen is enraged the moment she spots them laughing together on their way to class the next day. It infuriates her enough to see Warren talking with another girl. The sight of them holding hands and giggling simply drives the gorgeous sprinter ballistic with jealousy.

She clenches her fists tightly, snarling. “How dare she?” Kelly fumes. “Talking to him like that. All giggling and holding hands. Warren’s mine!” Unfortunately for her, her friends have also heard her muttering. Amanda and Lily are exchanging confused and then disappointed looks as they figure out exactly what she means by her words. Not that it’s difficult, given how obvious her extreme jealousy is.

“Um, Kelly, you do realize you said that aloud, don’t you?” Lily asks tentatively. She was the one of those who encouraged the other girl to break off her friendship with Warren in the first place and is now regretting her decision, seeing how negatively it has impacted her friend. Amanda is feeling the same way too, after over a year of seeing Kelly put on a convincing act of wholly enjoying her continued popularity, whilst staying devastated inside at losing Warren.

“Yes, I realize I’m speaking out loud!” Kelly snaps, no longer caring to maintain her facade. “I can’t believe I ditched him the way you two told me to. If I followed my guts I would be the one with him right now.” Amanda and Lily cringe, knowing that their superficiality got their close friend really hurt and now feeling remorse for it. They are determined now to make up for that past mistake, realizing that they have made their friend deeply miserable for several months.

“Well,” Amanda begins awkwardly, knowing she is the one most responsible for making her friend fall into such a state in the first place. “If you want to befriend him again, then we won’t stop you this time.” Kelly’s head immediately swivels around as she turns to face her, then Lily. Her expression is one that the others can not read, and it bothers them. The two are completely flummoxed by what they see now and don’t know what to make of it.

“No, I don’t want him to be just my friend this time,” the beautiful athlete declares. Amanda and Lily glance at each other before looking back at Kelly. “I’m going to make him my boyfriend.” Now her two companions exhale, wondering how the de facto leader of their posse, for that is what she is at this point, intends to accomplish this. After all, Warren and Lisa are always together, as though attached at the hips.

Soon, they discover what her plan is. Kelly may seem like a typical dumb jock but she is actually quite clever. She begins to spread rumors. At first the girl uses her teammates to distribute gossip about how Lisa’s geekiness is a front. They tell others about how she is actually quite pretty when the glasses and braces are removed. This is to make Warren feel insecure around her in an attempt to weaken their relationship, using the self-esteem issues she knows he had at one point and are probably still lurking around somewhere inside him.

Over the next several months, they progress to stories of how she actually used to date other boys who are much hotter than Warren. This spread like wildfire and soon people are whispering, despite Lisa denying it. “I’m telling you,” she says to a group of other girls who are taunting Warren. “He’s the only boyfriend I’ve ever got.” Still, they don’t believe her, as most people prefer to believe the populars, and Kelly is one of the popular crowd’s leaders.

Eventually, Kelly pulls out all the stops and starts gossipping about how Lisa allegedly gave blowjobs to some of the football team’s members. Warren doesn’t really believe any of all this but the constant denial by Lisa, who really didn’t do any of those things mentioned either, is starting to get to him. He assures her that he will always believe and care about her no matter what others say, yet the fact that she feels the need to constantly ask him to believe her hurts him. It makes him feel as though she thinks little of him, to consider that he might believe the words of others over what she herself has to say.

So it does not work the exact way Kelly hoped but still manages to lead to the same consequence. That is, the weakening of the couple’s relationship. She smirks proudly as the two start holding hands less and less often, and the laughter starts to disappear, leaving a shell of the former type of relationship the two previously had. Even Amanda and Lily have gotten a bit terrified of their friend, having witnessed her year long manipulation campaign.

Eventually, two months after she turns eighteen and a week after Warren’s own eighteenth birthday, Kelly decides to make the finishing move. It has now been two years since she befriended him, fell in love with him, and then discarded him in a moment of incredible stupidity. She has waited long enough. Now she is going to take what she wants. And she wants Warren.

The girl still has a copy of his house key. Several hours after Friday track practice, she says bye to her friends from the team after having a late dinner with them, before heading straight for Warren’s house. She can feel her cunt getting really wet beneath the G-string, almost soaking through to her sweaty booty shorts. Her heart is racing wildly, both as an aftermath of the sprinting practice and the result of her excitement over what she is about to do now.

Her loins on fire with passion, the girl has to resist the urge to slip her fingers into her tunnel and start masturbating in the car. She knows she can’t do that and drive at the same time, given how risky it is and the fact that she wants to make it there in one piece to fuck her secret love’s brains out. The teenager forces herself to drive there properly, being careful since it is now dark outside at 8PM. Kelly knows after eavesdropping on his conversation with Lisa that Warren’s mom is taking the night shift and won’t be back until morning.

As soon as she gets there, the athlete parks across the street, getting out of the vehicle and quickly getting up to the front porch. Using her copy of the key, she opens the door and creeps inside silently. Being very careful not to make any sound, the girl silently walks over to where she remembers his bedroom to be, holding some strong ropes and a camera with tripod in her trembling hands. She already had a contraceptive implant put in her, and is also using a vaginal ring just in case.

Once she reaches her beloved’s bedroom, the girl gets inside quickly, finding him asleep on the bed, completely nude. She salivates at the sight of his thin, weak body, hairless, lying prone on the mattress under the covers with one leg poking out, revealing his bare waist. His face is so peaceful as he relaxes in his sleep, unaware of what is about to happen to him right now.

She sets up the camera in a corner of the room, heading back to his bed. Quickly, Kelly ties the slumbering boy’s wrists and ankles to his bedposts, tying the ropes securely but not too tightly, not wanting to hurt him. When the boy wakes up, it is too late. His eyes zero in on her in shock and he tries to sit up, failing since his limbs are now stretched out and tied up tightly.

“What are you doing?” he demands, thrashing about feebly, unable to fight against the ropes. She giggles at his desperate attempts, knowing how futile it is as he repeatedly fails to break free from the bondage. “This isn’t funny! Release me, Kelly!” The beautiful eighteen years old shakes her head, giving him a lewd smile as she sits there in her sports clothes, looking at him.

Kelly smirks, drawing up his sheets and setting the covers aside, taking in the full sight of his entirely naked body. Much to his shame, Warren finds out that the sight of the sweaty, athletic girl is turning him on. Blushing, he tries to get his erect cock to go down, but it only gets stiffer, rising to the full five inches. The gorgeous jock’s face is now grinning widely, delighted.

“Shhh,” she coos, leaning over on all fours, planting her lips on the tip of his nose in a sweet kiss. With one hand, she begins fondling his hard shaft. The girl squeezes lasciviously, smirking with delight as he gasps from her touch. She begins to caress his flesh, sliding her fingers up and down the stick. “You’re so hard for me, my cute little slut. So eager.”

Warren stares at her indignantly, trying to silence himself from making any more obscene noises. Unfortunately, it’s proving to be very hard as she slickens up her palm with his pre-cum. Now she begins lubricating him with his own fluid, jerking him off gently at first. Tugging on his cock, she revels in making him start to moan lightly. Kelly finds it so adorable when he tries not to get too loud.

“Stop, please. I have a girlfriend,” he begs her as she clenches her fist around his tool, beginning to pump a bit faster. She frowns at this, continuing to wank the defenseless boy, beating his meat the way she wants. “No, Kelly! No,” he continues to futilely protest between gasps, as she manipulates the rod, sliding her lubricated fist along his length enthusiastically.

“I’m doing this whether you want it or not, baby.” Her hand rubs his veiny shaft, enjoying how the pecker throbs in her vice-like grip as she has him trapped. Her fingers, encircling his dick, squeezes around the spear, pumping his manhood up and down faster. She is stroking from the tip of his glans down to the base of his penis, rubbing the sensitive organ, making him react in ways he never imagined, using just her hand.

The feeling of holding his cock makes the girl incredibly horny, as she continues squeezing the throbbing manhood, giving him long, delicious pumps. She strokes along the length with her fingers, making sure to caress every spot on his tool, rubbing the shaft and making him leak even more pre-cum than he already did, looking like his cock is crying a river of the clear juices. Indeed, the sight alone is more than enough to make her own juices start flowing down her thighs, soaking easily through her panties and shorts.

Suddenly, she stops, kneeling up on the bed and yanking her top over her head, revealing that she is topless underneath. Her medium sized breasts are now bared in front of him, entrancing the now horny geek as she smiles at him. Leaning down, she grabs his cock once more, pressing the cockhead to each of her nipples, before sliding the tool up between her cleavage.

“Kelly, you have to stop now. I’m begging you,” Warren says, tears starting to fall from his eyes as she wraps her tits around his dick, using the mammary flesh to bunch around his tool and start moving. The girl begins tit-fucking her helpless love, sliding the globes of flesh up and down his staff, pressing them together around the rod. He gasps out in unwanted pleasure at her treatment, his fingers reaching out for something, anything, to save him.