Hey guys, just felt like putting some new info out there since I'm such a blog whore, lol. Anyway, I'm back on the Newgrounds Police Department list again. Ironic, I know, because I'm way over captain rank, which is the max. Good to know that I'm accepted back though. I hope to be able to serve my time well, heheh, as I start BP'ing again.

See you guys (and girls) later, I'm off to bed so I can finish my exams in the morning. :)

Hey, sorry for not updating my story, but like I said, I got shit to do. So, I just got a new program and I'm currently testing it out. Anyways, I'm making a new song, but it's going to be classical, for a change. I'm going to need a name for it, so I'm going to hold a contest. Whoever wins gets to name it, but of course I'll have to approve of it. The winner also gets the first listen. I'll need the winner's email over PM so nobody spams the hell out of it (it happened to an email of mine once lol)

Objective:

Be the 25th commenter on this news post.

Contest Rules:

1#. No long ass spam comments, I actually read what you write... Well, most of the time lol
2#. If you give suggestions in your comment, you won't win unless you end up being the actual winner
3#. If you suggest a stupid one to me after you win, the runner up gets a chance.
4#. Try...

Prizes:

1st place: help name the submission, song dedicated to you, tips on where I got the program and other crap
2nd: song dedicated to you, tips and other crap
3rd: tips and other crap

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Well, I have to go finish the song. You guys have fun and do whatever it is you people do.

Ok, because of a request, I'm interrupting the story with... well, The story. this time, it's from my POV. This is a cross between the way I felt about Haley about 1/4th of a year into our friendship. Damn, back then I wanted her SO fucking bad.
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PART I

I woke up to the alarm clock, which evidently had been going off for a long time because it was extremely hot, falling down on my head. Ignoring the pain in my forehead, I jolted up and rolled out of bed, glancing at the clock.

'5:00 PM' "Shit! I'm late! The announement is in half an hour, Haley's gonna kill me!" I yelled.

I threw on some clothes that my older sister wore while she was on crack and had lost tons of wieght. (damn, she used to be a fat ass cow) Not suprisingly, they fit, even if I HATED light green and pink altogether. I ran, brushed my teeth, put in my contacts, and grabbed my shoes, slipping them on and dashing out the door, and hopped onto my dad's Kawasaki, not caring what would happen if I was caught. Thinking quickly, I had grabbed my little keychain brush off my belt loop before I left, ran it through a few times and putting my hair up in a ponytail on the back of my head because I was in such a hurry, then threw it at a bird-nest in a tree. All I knew, was that I needed speed, espescially if I was hanging my hopes of putting my plan in motion on getting to that party. It wasn't just an ordinary party either. It was Haley's sweet sixteen, and EVERYONE was going to be there.

About 25 minutes, and 10 miles later, I arrived at the party just in time to get some soda and have some 17 year old piss me off to no end while I tried to catch a few glimpses of Haley, surrounded by people gawking at her ass (I wasn't gawking, but I was staring), which I couldn't blame them for. I couldn't wait for when we got to her house after the party. We were going to have such fun. I decided to wait for her to come to me, a decision which I slightly regreted because it took almost forever for her to find me. I knew she had atleast some blonde in her if you get what I'm saying, but hell, she's too damn hot for you to really notice it.

Finally the freak left me alone and Haley finally found me, after which she just stared at my body for a few seconds, looking me up and down. I grinned at her and said, "Yo, Haley, WASSUP?!" hoping for a reponse, and wondering what the hell she was staring at. She didn't notice, but I didn't really care, even if I was slightly annoyed. She looked downward and shivered, so I knew what she was looking at. My abs. This, I was comfortable with, but I wished that she wasn't just staring unemotionally.

I told her about the dude that was harassing me and she looked at me like I was hopeless or something, as if to shake her head. She tried to calm me down, but there was no avoiding it. I simply just didn't have any real interest in guys other than thier dicks, which is ironic considering that for most girls, it's exactly the opposite. Girls however, I persued with a passion, espescially Haley. I pretty much ran on auto pilot as I talked to her, just making conversation and thinking about what I was planning on doing to her later on.

I asked, "So, did your mom Ok me staying the night?" anxious because my plan hinged on the answer to the question. I'll admit, I'm obsessed with her, but it's for a good reason. She's just too hot to resist. Ask anyone, it's true.

She said yes, and it would only be me and her. That was good to know since then I would have no trouble at all in starting the chain of events leading up to my ultimate goal. Before I could respond, the damned DJ started talking, not that I was paying attention, I'd rather hear Haley's beautiful voice than some 25 year old.

We went to a giant cake with her picture plastered in the middle and sang "Happy Birthday" to her. After the singing, the DJ blasted more words at us and we all followed a blind-folded Haley (which gave me even more ideas for what I was going to do to her when I initiated Act II and III of my plan) out to the pavement, where she got a moped, which I slightly envied her for.

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Later on, we arrived at her house and I dropped my stuff by the door. Exausted, and desperate to get out of my sister's clothes, I followed Haley into her room to change clothes. I threw on a huge T-shirt and glanced over at Haley just in time to catch a glimpse of her from the chest down. Too bad she wasn't completely naked, but then again, I probably would have given in to my animalistic desire for her. I couldn't deny that I was crazy over her. Damn, that moment seemed to last forever. I noticed that she glanced at me as well, but to my disappointment, I knew that she was only looking because of my unusual physical features, possibly admiration or simply questioning the fact rather they were real or not, but not desire. I knew deep down that she'd never feel the same way about me as I did about her. I could have cried every time I thought about that because I just knew that she was too addicted to so-and-so's dick to have me for anything more than a shoulder to cry on and a sidekick, which I absolutely couldn't stand, absolutely hated... Even if she truly admired me, it would be just that. Admiration... I would have clawed my eyes out if I had spent any longer thinking about that and not had a plot that I was slowly unfolding.

She began to poke my muscles, which deep down, I enjoyed, but I had to act differently. I pretended to be annoyed and said, "Why do you always have to be touching my God-damn muscles?"

"I dunno, I guess I just wanted to see if they were tense or not."

"Aww yeah, they're real tense. I mean, I just took a shirt and fucking PUT IT ON." My voice was dripping with sarcasm, but no real loudness.

Enough with the stupid stuff, let me get on with the story. Anyway, she raced me to the bathroom amd won, so she got to go first. She started brushing her teeth, and I continued mulling over what I was going to do. To my suprise, and good fortune, I figured out my exact moment to strike. This is going to work out perfectly, I thought, mentally adding a menacing laugh of triumph, then reminding myself that I could laugh later, my prey had been ensnared, now was time for the hunter to wait for the moment... Then pounce. I grinned unconsciously, watching my 'prey' with animalistic, wanting eyes, waiting to 'pounce' when the moment arose. Now all I had to do was toy with her a little, poke and prod, until she finally reacted in a way that I could finally initiate step two, step one being just to get here, step two being the 'Capture' phase.

Since I knew she couldn't see anything below my eyes in the mirror because I was several inches taller than her, I grinned.

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Like it so far? Well, this is just the tip of the iceberg. More is to come :P Ok I'll finish this later, I got shit to do (recording a song)

The first part and the story line are by TheThing. I'll be working on this on and off as I can. During that time, just enjoy it, despite the mistakes.

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PART 1 (Damn this sounds like some audio tape lol SIDE 1 PART 1 ROFL)

"Waaaaaaaake up, sweety." My mom called from my closed door. I groaned. "Come, it's your birthdaaay." That last word caught my attention. I got up, tripped over my bedding and changed out of my pajamas and into some real clothes. I was going to have a huge party, even though it was at my house. All my friends, family, neighbors and most kids from school were going to be there, since it was my 16th birthday. I was ecstatic over the fact that I can drive, although I would be hampered by my mom yelling "Stop!" or "Cut the wheel! Cut the god damn wheel!", which would probably end up in a destroyed car.

But I didn't care. I skipped through the house, making my way into the kitchen to eat breakfast. As I skipped to my chair, my mother was sliding a plate of bacon, eggs, and pancakes in front of me. Just as I was about to dig into my favorite breakfast meal when cooked by my mom, something grabbed my shoulders and let out a yell.

I stood up, emitting a high pitched scream and stood up, throwing my fork into the air. The fork stuck into the ceiling, dislodging a little dust onto my food, sticking to the syrup and butter. My chair had been forced back by my knees, and the back of the chair was now under my younger brother. He was the one who sacred me, and he was paying for it. I must have forced the top of the chair into his stomach, because he looked winded when he removed himself, but he still tried to squeak out a laugh.

"Joe! Not funny!" I was pissed at him for ruining my meal and making my heart skip a beat in a bad way.

"Yes it...*wheeze* was. ...*wheeze* And that was... *wheeze* totally worth it." Joe was regaining his breath as he hobbled over to the chair on my left.

"Dad, that wasn't funny!"

"I know, I wasn't laughing." But my father said that with a terrible attempt to hide a smile and a wink at my brother.

"Mooooommm. Do something." I was pleading with my mother for just this once, she would get Joe not to kill me. It was my birthday, after all.

"Joe, it's your sister's birthday. Be nice to her for just this one day at least." She sounded defeated, her words still had the tone of authority.

"Alright." Joe said dismally, and I knew he would oblige; at least for a little while, and in front of my mom.

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The party that afternoon was awesome. The DJ played great music and even some brand new music from emerging artists or advanced copies of a song from established band. Everyone was eating, drink, dancing and having fun. The tables set up to hold all the presents I was getting were filled, and even more littered the floor.

I met up with some cute boys, and started to dance with them for a while, before leaving my number and looking for my best friend Andrea.

Although I'm not gay, or even bi-sexual, I've always thought of Andrea as being hot. I don't know what it was about her, but I was always attracted to her on some subliminal level that always made me want to be near her, no matter how bad we fought the day before. I guess it was the same for her, because she was the same way.

After 10 minutes of searching (with a few minutes of almost giving up and going back to those boys), I found her. For the occasion, Andrea wore her pony tail in the back of her head. She normally doesn't like to wear it there, but rather on the left side of her head, like that girl from Napoleon Dynamite. She had on her brown contact lenses, which covered up the strange yet interestingly beautiful hodgepodge of grey, blue and white.

She wore a tight pink Tee-shirt with a bunny going into a field of land mines unknowingly. It came down to the middle of her stomach, revealing some of the 6-pack she had. Every time I see that 6-pack I shiver; it's not natural for a girl to have such strength, especially at the young age of 12. She also had on some American Eagle kakis in a light green and pink madras pattern.

"Thank God! Some asshole was hitting on me, and he was like 17! He didn't believe I was only 12. And he kept making all this fucking sexual jokes and trying to, and I quote him 'get in my tight pussy'." Andrea. Always so negative and hateful to people she doesn't know.

"Hey, at least he thought you were older. And hot. He was just trying to complement you" I said, attempting to calm her down and make it seem alright that he pretty much verbally assaulted her.

"Oh yeah, those were some nice complements; 'I bet those big titties are nice and soft. Can I feel them to make sure?'" Andrea mimicked the kid by reaching out pantomiming grabbing a pair of breasts. That caused me to laugh.

"Okay, so he wanted to rape you. Whatever. It's only 1 creepy kid. I mean, I'm sure not all the guys who hit on you are like that."

"Meh, I usually get the shy and nervous ones, or the fucking douche bags."

"You need to hang out in different places. So you can avoid these people."

"Whatever. Did your mom okay me sleeping over?"

"Yeah. And it's only going to be me and you; she doesn't want a lot of people dancing through the house, getting in the way of her and the maid service."

Andrea didn't have time respond to that last comment, because the DJ boomed for everyone to gather around the cake. The cake was massive; easily 7 feet across and 5 wide. It had a giant picture of me plastered in the middle, along with the words "Haley's Sweet Sixteen" in 2 arches around it.

And then when I got to see it, I was so excited because I knew that hundreds of people were going to be singing happy birthday to me. And then they did, led by the disc jockey. It sounded amazing; all the houses in Suburbia made it perfect for such mass chanting. The sound filled the air, and I'm sure it filled half the town, too. But when they were done, my parents had surprise for me.

"And before we cut the cake, we would like Haley to go out to the front yard with this blind fold. There's one more surprise for her." My parents said. And I put on the blindfold and was led to the front of the house, with everyone trailing me. The scene reminded me of Salem, when they would drown women because they thought they were witches.

I couldn't see anything except for whatever was directly in front of my feet, and that was only when I looked down. I thought it might be a car, but this might also be a giant set up for a $50 necklace. That was something that my dad and brother might think of. But I trudged on silently like the crowd behind me, excited to see if it was a car.

"Alright....stop. Okay, on the count of 3, take off the blindfold. 1. 2. 3!"

I took it off just in time to see a moped come to a halt in front of me. I yelled and let off a scream that caused bat's echolocation to go awry. I began jumping up and down, hugging anyone I felt might have been responsible for this. I hopped over to the moped and sat down, feeling the soft leather under me.

"OH MY GOD!!! I LOVE IT!!!" That's all I could say at the time. I started it up and did a couple circles in the street, testing it out. Everyone cheered at me and the moped, but I knew that they really just envied me; first the party, and now a new moped. But I didn't care, because I just got a new toy for me to go around town in.

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"Oh my god. That party was amazing!" I said, as I pulled my too-big tee shirt over my breasts and panties as I got ready to sleep.

"I know. Especially when you got that moped. I so fucking jealous of you right now." Andrea said, doing the same. I took a side glance at her just before she put her shirt on. I'm sure she did the same with me, although I couldn't be certain.

I began to poke at her muscles. It was an odd habit I have. It always makes Andrea mad; I'm not sure how it feels, since I'm not strong and she only says "Stop fucking poking me!", which was what she was saying right now.

"Why the fuck do you always have to touching my God damn muscles?"

"I dunno. I just wanted to see if they were tense or not."

"Aww yeah," she said, beginning to feel her own abdominal muscles and biceps, "they're real tense. I mean, I just picked up a fucking shirt and PUT IT ON." There wasn't any real loudness to her sentence; she just emphasized the 3 last words.

"Whatever." I said. After a moment, I had an idea "Hey, I'll race you to the bathroom!

We both raced each other to the sink in the bathroom. I won, even with Andrea's strength. Maybe she let me get ahead because it was birthday, or maybe I just had the better angle. Either way, I was able to start my nightly routine first.

I got my toothbrush out and put some toothpaste on it. Andrea continued the conversation while I scrubbed at the plaque.

"So, I saw you were talking'n'dancing with some cute boys. Did the birthday girl get any presents from them? Or are they saving them for another night?" She must have said with a smirk. I couldn't see anything below her eyes in the mirror. Even though she was only 5'4", she still stood 5 inches taller than me.

I spit out a little so I could talk better. "Meh, I gave my phone number to a couple people. I'll be able to get a couple dates." I continued to brush my teeth.

"Oh. Going to get a little uh uh, huh?" and she had moved closer to me, and punctuated the "uh"s with pelvic thrusts against my butt, which was sticking out a little more because I was hunched over.

"Hey! Stop that, you perv!" I waved my hand around, as if to brush her away. But after my feeble attempt to ward her off, we both began giggling.

"I know, I know, I need a boyfriend. You've had so many. What's your secret?" I bent over to rid the used toothpaste from my mouth once and for all.

"This."

And as I straightened up, I was able to just catch a glimpse of Andrea's hand headed for my shoulder before I was knocked unconscious.

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PART 2

I woke up groggily; feeling as if my head were bloated up like a ballon, I realized I was upside down. I heard nothing but my own heavy breathing. The one question in my mind was why was I there and what was going to happen to me. As I pondered that, a light flickered on over the center of the floor, both burning my eyes, and revealing a figure dressed in black, sitting in a chair.

The figure tapped it's foot impatiently, evidently waiting for me to make a move. Finally, after realizing that I wasn't about to respond any time soon, the figure spoke.

"Well, aren't you going to ask why the fuck you're here? Or am I simply wasting my time?"

The voice was so familiar, but it's identity still somehow illuded my grasp. A few seconds passed as I stared at the person. Between the bright light and whatever sort of substance was in my system, I could barely make out an estimate of how high I was off the ground, much less who was in front of me.

The person spoke again, dimming the light, "Do you even know who I am?"

Then I was able to recognise that it was Andrea, which suprised me.

"What the hell is going on?! Why am I here?!" I yelled, struggling against my bonds.

She grinned, "Well" she cracked her neck and slowly began walking toward me, "It's because I LOVE you" Andrea said, with heavy emphasis on the "love" Andrea laughed and leaned in for a kiss.

I wasn't just mad, I was pissed and slightly degraded. I bit down on her lip. Hard. She jumped back and wiped her lip with her finger, pulling it back and looking at the blood. Her expression changed dramatically, and she looked like she was holding something back. Suddenly she punched the nearby wall and I heard something crack. It wasn't her fist evidently because when I looked back at the wall, there was a crater about the size of a melon in it's rocky exterior. (suprising eh?) It was then that I realised how stupid that was. Anyone else would have just said 'to hell with it' and put a crater in my face.

She twitched and wiped her lip again. I never knew that she was such a damn neat freak... atleast when it came to lips and such.

"What the fuck was that for?!"

I didn't answer and looked away.

"What, you expect me to not be pissed when you try to amputate my lip?" she cursed under her breath, "I mean I went through all this fucking trouble to rig all these ropes up and all for what? To have you use my lip as an appetizer? I think not." she said, half joking, half mad-as-hell. She tossed her head and blew hair out of her face.

"I never knew that you were such a selfish little brat, you know that? And I'd rather die than let you lay a finger on me." I said, pretending to be disgusted, despite how much I just loved her. She was too damn lovable and generous (if you got to know her) to hate.

She pulled a large chain, which caused me to be flipped around into a typical bondage position (eg: the 'X')

She laughed, "Well, get used to it then... And before you go doing the 'my body may betray <insert name here>, but my heart never will so just kill me' thing, think about this. If you died, do you have any idea how much I would suffer? Hell, if it turned out to be my fault, I'd have killed myself before 30 minutes passed. Not just me, a lot of other people too, but... I can arrange that." She looked up, "I guess you can tell why I've been branded as a psycho now, eh, if you don't then you're just plain stupid. And, by the way, I wouldn't pull to much on those binds unless you intend on being in a lot of pain."

"So the fuck what? What're you gonna do about it?!" I screamed at her. She was standing directly in front of me, deciding what to do. I continued, not really thinking about what I was barking out, "I don't give a shit if I die, go to hell, bitch!" I spat in her face, which reminded me of Drew.

She looked up at me and wiped my saliva from her face. She said, "What's with all the bitchyness here? If I wanted to, I could shove a pipe wrench up your ass and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it, infact, I could take anything, and do as I pleased to you with it. I'm being nice compared to what someone else would do to you. Get it?"

I got the message. Again she leaned into me for a kiss; this time I didn't bite the hell out of her though. I still wasn't much on this idea, however. She inched her tongue into my mouth, evidently second guessing since I bit her lip earlier. I was tempted to bite down on it, but decided against it, besides, she wasn't ramming me in the ass with a pipe wrench, so I had no real reason to.

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If you have any BDSM hentai movies/previews/anything themed like this (even guro might help. DON'T SEARCH FOR IT IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS) give me a link or something. It'll help me wrap the story up. Btw, music helps too

I just got this awesome new laptop for Christmas. It ROCKS hard. It's just what I wanted! :D I'm VERY happy now...

Okay... we had a three way tie this time around and this is the end result, enjoy! Note: This is the longest part in this chapter, gotta have a big finale you know... Counting 'X' that makes a four way tie, but this should be good.

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As unlucky as you were to have the former coach walking up to your table at this moment, you managed to think up a way to turn it around. You attempted to look as innocent as possible until he went away, disheartened and thinking that nothing went on. Seeing that he was out of earshot, you grabbed Jennifer, barely giving her enough time to get up and nearly pulling her over the table top. With her forearm in hand you ran dragging her behind and out of the lunch room.

She protested, "Where the hell are you going?! Let go of my damn arm!"

You tried you best to ignore her as you dragged her further, into the hall, looking back to make sure that Andrea and Sherion were close behind. You stopped abruptly as you entered the sanctum of the bathrooms, which were usually a safe place, provided that they were vacant. Jennifer, who was directly behind you ended up running into you and dragging you both down to the ground, when Andrea walked up and stepped in she tripped over you two and ended up joining you on the dirty tiled floor.

Sherion liesurely strode in and jumped on top of you all, saying "Dog pile!" Causing you three to wriggle in pain to get out from underneath her. The first to manage to scramble out was you, but only because Andrea managed to uphold Sherion from a push up like position long enough to let you escape the crushing force of her wieght.

At the hilarious sight of Sherion sitting on top of the two others you burst out in intense laughter... Atleast until Andrea and Jennifer started complaining about not being able to breathe and Jennifer starting saying "RAPE!". Sherion stood up and stretched, but the other two just lay there, exausted, trying to catch thier breath.

"What the hell are we in the bathrooms for?" Sherion asked.

"To get away from it..."Andrea said breathlessly.

"You think?" She replied sarcastically, "I meant another reason why, dumbass."

"Hey! Look in the mirror bitch!" Andrea said

"No, no more argueing you two." Jennifer ordered, "No..." poining at the others and gesturing. Jennifer blushed as she realized her very vulnerable position to Andrea, who was no doubt still very horny and had a sizeable crush on her since when they met. Andrea also had a blush, a deep red-ish pink blush, a bit more insignificant, but her expression was more lusty than Jennifer's embarrassed and slightly intimidated look.

You couldn't help but laughing at this scene, it was too ironic for any other response. You watched as Jennifer nervously attempted to separate, trying to do it with the least amount of contact possible. Andrea reluctantly let her, despite her now obvious desires.

Sherion giggled, "You know, I just realized how cute you two would look as a couple."

"Go to hell." Jennifer said sternly, "Why the hell are we in here anyway?"

You said shakily, "Well I figured that we'd come in here to get away from him. Anyway, do you guys want to go to the gym and have some fun?"

Andrea said cleverly, twisting your words, "It depends on what kind of fun you mean." Although you didn't mean it that way at first, you began to think about what you wanted.

Jennifer said, "Andrea you perv." and punched her in the arm, knocking her into Sherion and making her fall over for the second time. You realized just how bad their balance was as they clumsily fell on top of oneanother, giggling. "In this case, we're going before Ms. Harris comes in here to find those two in that position." she said confidently.

"Um... Where is the gym anyway?" you said, embarrassed at how clueless you were about the school's layout.

"Follow us, I take gym every first period" Sherion said, grabbing Andrea by the leg and dragging her until she got up and walked to the exit.

"But I don't even take gym or P.E! I have Band and Career Discovery this period! Jennifer so do you. Are you sure about this?" Andrea said.

"Just get your ass out there and look." Sherion pushed her far enough to peer into the hall. Andrea poked her head from around the wall and looked both ways, making sure that noone was around to catch you four out of class.

"All clear," She whispered back at Sherion and pointing the way.

In a few minutes you were nearly to the gym when you heard voices accompanied by footsteps. Thinking quickly, you hid behind a pillar, while the others snuck into other hiding places. Jennifer was behind the massive curtains, Sherion in the janitor's closet, and Andrea in the lost and found and charity drop off point, where she had covered herself in the clothes from the pile to blend in. Luckily, none of you were caught skipping class and you didn't hear anyone in the gym.

You managed not to laugh as Andrea scrambled out from the clothes and boxes clumsily, nearly causing a potentially noisy accident and grinning to hide her embarrassment. She waved you on and opened some nearby double doors, which apparently lead to the gym. Again, that slightly snaggle toothed grin crept across her face, only slightly different in expression... more... perverted.

You walked into the gym, which was adorned with seasonal ornaments, flyers, and other useless items. Your foot steps echoed as you strode along, looking at the various equippment scattered around. You saw the other two girls whispering and laughing as they sauntered liesurely, glancing back at you and Andrea. As soon as they looked back to oneanother and started walking Andrea slipped off her shoes and crept up behind them. You watched as she jumped and grabbed Jennifer, causing her to stumble forward, trying, and evidently failing to hold up the extra wieght.You watched as Jennifer nearly fell to the floor, being held up of course, by Andrea, who was struggling not to laugh in vain.

"Come on guys, lets hit the showers, I think I left something in there yesterday." Sherion said. You knew it was a ploy, but you couldn't let yourself miss out on what you felt for certain would happen, and perhaps you'd get some action too. You grinned mischeviously and followed behind the others, hoping for something good.

As you walked in, you were overcame by a scent. It was both masculine, and feminine, seductive even. Before long, the effects of breathing the humid, fragrant air, you were in a daze of some sort. You looked at Jennifer and Sherion, who were awkwardly stripping eachother and blushing, not expecting the situation at all. Suddenly Andrea walked off. You watched as she turned on all the shower heads, causing steam to arise. She grinned and returned to you, and you wondered how she knew exactly what you liked. She saw you gawking at the other two girls and turned your head to face her. You barely reacted as Andrea grabbed both of your wrists and pressed you against the wall and moved her leg between your thighs, causing you to absently grind on it. She stripped off your shirt and bra, as well as her own and began to tug at your jeans, managing to pull them down around your ankles. You stepped out of them without a word and pulled her up to you.

The hair stood upright on your neck as her slightly cold clammy hand brushed it, flipping your hair. She moved her hand down your back, causing you to arch a little from the unusual contact of a hand as she leant into you for a kiss. She drew it out for a few seconds and reached her hand further down, grinning mischeviously. She pressed you harder against the wall and leaned into you again, this time moving her free hand between your thighs, rubbing slowly along your skin, working her way to your slit.

She pressed hard against it, entering your already pulsing heat. The heel of her palm bumped and massaged your clit as she pumped slowly at it. For the most part, your time in the shower with her was a blur of ecstasy. She practically showered you with kisses as her hand bombarded your senses with pleasure.

After around half an hour, you felt as if you were going to pass out from the feeling, that, and the steam was depriving your already exausted body of oxygen. Finally you climaxed under the unrelenting treatment, which was licked up and essentially cleaned off of her long, slender fingers.

You collapsed in her arms, panting and exausted. She slipped on her shirt, also methodically redressed you just incase of a sudden arrival, although you wished she didn't. Now absolutely wiped out, you two took to the floor and looked at the other two, who were quirkily fingering eachother, obviously not used to incest.

About 20 more minutes later Jennifer and Sherion joined you on the floor, just after locking the door.

"Same time tommorrow?" Andrea asked.

"Sure." You replied breathlessly.
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End Chapter.

Well, I finally decided to write another not so glorious chapter. Hope you enjoy, because this is only the tip of that hot ass iceberg! :)
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It seemed like hours that you stared at the clearly embarrassed couple on the table seats, pressing into eachother unconciously. In real time it was only a few seconds. You felt a tingling heat between your thighs, causing you to flush with a deep reddish pink.

Jennifer waved her hand in front of your face and said, "Hello? Earth to Haley."

You replied, "Huh?" and looked at her, trying to make it look as if you were spacing out instead of locking on to what Andrea and Sherion were doing.

You looked again to the two, seeing Andrea's blush lessen and a lusty grin creep across her face. Her eyes were half closed, you knew what she was going to do, or you atleast had an idea of it.

"Well would you just look at that... Even in public..." you said unknowingly, "This'll turn out to be quite the show then..."

Jennifer laughed uncontrollably, but managed to squeeze out, "Oh my God, you perv, I can't believe you're staring at them."

"Shutup, I'm trying to watch!" You hissed.

Andrea and Sherion were now in a hopeless tongue wrestling match. You stared in awe at the two. Just as Andrea was about to slip Sherion's shirt off, Jennifer said, "Andrea, Sherion, there's a TEACHER coming!"

Reluctantly, they broke the seemingly endless kiss and sat back up in the chairs. Damn, you thought, Just when things were getting good... Damned perverted teacher, the damn bastard should be rotting in hell. You had heard that the teacher that came flirted with all the girl students, and would do anything to get his hands on some good fapping material, so there was no doubt in your mind that that was why he came, hoping to see some hot action. You wanted to choke him so badly, but you reassured yourself that you'd get another chance after gymclass, in the showers.

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You?

A) sit and look innocent

B) beg the girls to go to the gym with you early

C) ignore the pervert's presence

D) RUN!

Looks like almost everyone chose A, although I got a few B's. Regardless, A wins. Hope you enjoy this chapter!
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You get up and walk over to the three hottest girls you'd seen in a while. Andrea, in the middle, must've met you before, because she seemed too damn familiar for it to be otherwise. You sat in front of them so you'd be noticed. As soon as you sat down they all looked directly at you. They were obviously staring you up and down, taking in your physical features. You had never really thought of yourself as being pretty, so you thought they were staring at some sort of blemish, which in turn made you very nervous. You were blushing without even realising it.

Andrea said, "Um... Hi. Uh... You kinda look familiar. Do I know you?" After a second or two of you not answering, she glanced at the others and said, "Well girls, looks like we've got another girl bringing sexy back." She giggled, "Well Jennifer, what're you going to do about it?" Sherion punched her in the arm. Andrea shoved her back and they both began laughing uncontrollably.

Jennifer said, "Oh shutup you retard." She muttered, "Bitch."

Once she had finished laughing, Sherion said, "What's your name?"

You said in a shaky nervous voice, "My n- name's H-Haley." As you realized how strange and wierd that sounded, you blushed again uncontiously. If only you could have seen yourself then.

Andrea said teasingly, "Uh-oh Sherion, looks like somebody's got a crush." She again began to laugh until Sherion shoved her into Jennifer, nearly knocking her off of the pitiful excuse for a seat provided by the cheap ass school.

Andrea yelled, "Hey!" and Jennifer shoved her into Sherion, actually making her fall back onto another seat, legs spread. You simply stared at them. Andrea was laying directly on top of her. Both were blushing awkwardly. Jennifer was now laughing meniacally at the scene she'd created.

Jennifer returned to conversation with you. She said, "Normally Andrea would be the one to push me on Sherion, even though Sherion is my sister, or Sherion would push her on me. I thought I'd switch it up a little." She grinned and rubbed her hands together laughing less loudly.

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You?

A) Ignore Jennifer and keep staring at Andrea and Sherion

B) Talk to Jennifer (Give me what you want said and I'll choose lines)

C) Talk to Jennifer, but pay more attention to Andrea and Sherion

D) Ask what the fuck is going on

Choose wisely!

This is a new, and somewhat interactive story I've been working on. I'll post another chapter every 1-7 days. The actions the character (you are going to be a girl in this story, a VERY hot girl, no changing it) will be chosen. The choice with the most votes wins and will be used, provided that it fits in well.
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You are a new kid at school. Your name is Haley Michelle Courtney. So far nobody has bothered you, or even talked to you at all for that matter. You just sit aimlessly being ignored at the lunch table when something catches your eye. It was three girls sitting together at an otherwise vacant table. They were grinning and laughing with one-another.

The tallest, auburn haired, and apparently oldest said to the others, "I can't believe you flirted with Jennifer in class again, Andrea." laughing uncontrollably.

"Hey!" the younger, more ruggeed looking brunnette exclaimed, "I wasn't flirting... Merely... Complimenting her... Uh, yeah, that's all." she said, embarrassed and blushing.

The other girl, apparently Jennifer, who looked similar to the oldest said, "Yeah you were. I can tell." She grinned and giggled, "I know you've got a crush on me bitch, don't lie."

"Yeah.... It's because Jennifer's so cute!" Andrea said, teasing Jennifer.

"Why don't you guys take that to the showers?" Sherion said, "I might do more than watch." She grinned mischeviously.

It was obvious to you that they were attracted to each other and to be honest, you thought they were pretty damn hot. While they continued argueing about it and flirting, you ponder whether you should ignore them, highly unlikely since they're so funny, let them notice you, again highly unlikely because they were so wrapped up in what they were talking about, or sit and talk with them.

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You?

A) Go over and talk with them until lunch ends

B) Let them come to you

C) Ignore them as best you can

Pick one!

This is supposed to be me, only with the goth-ness turned up a notch. Don't be fooled by the tan.