How about this for a fic since the queue’s open again! The school’s head cheerleader is a altersex who despises her enormous cock, thinking it makes her a freak. A cute little nerdy girl discovers her secret and says she’ll keep it IF the cheerleader uses her cock to fuck her brains out. It ends up becoming a very frequent arrangement that eventually blossoms into something more.
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They say hell is other people.
The inverse of that? Yeah, that’s true too.
People love the idea of what they don’t have. It’s what drives them, you know? I mean, how many people want a nice job-just to get a car, a house? How many people eat shit most of their lives just for a single moment to shine?
Everyone, right? There’s probably something, right now, you would get grimy for. You’d swallow your dignity for.
But I gotta ask. When you get that whatever-what then? Your new car, your new house. The girlfriend and the pay check. What do you do after that? Have you thought that far, even?
I’m sorry, god. That’s-that’s a lot to unload on you. I didn’t mean to. I just, I don’t really have anyone to talk to about it. Except this blank google doc. Personifying you is probably a sign I need friends. Ugh. Let’s start over. A clean slate, okay?
Hi.
I’m Sabrina.
I’m eighteen. I’m a senior at Vagrant High. I’m the head cheerleader, and I make pretty decent grades. I mean, I got a scholarship? That’s gotta account for something, right? I guess I’m popular. A lot of people say hi to me in the halls. People seem nice. But if it’s because they like me, or they just like the concept, I…I don’t really know anymore. I try not to think about it too much. When I do, I just get really upset. I’ve tried to talk to people-team mates, my mom-about it, but like.
They just don’t get it. They see me, see that I’ve got it all, and they say “oh, it’ll pass honey, just you wait”.
Then it doesn’t, and I get caught in this never ending cycle. I looked up what I’m feeling on WebMD one time. I guess it’s depression? It said I’d have to go to a doctor to know for sure. Then again, it also told me I had cancer. Butt cancer, boob cancer. Like, no matter what you put it, WebMD seems to think it’s cancer. So like, screw that-but still.
If this is depression, I don’t like it. And I’m afraid. I’m afraid to talk to people about it because like, what if they just disregard me? What if they tell me the same thing they always do?
Soooo here I am. Stuck here, writing this on my phone. It’s not therapy, but it beats the fake smiles.
When I was on WebMD-when it wasn’t telling me my boobs were going to fall off-it said depression could be caused by all kinds of stuff. Chemical misfires in my brain, unresolved personal conflicts. Emotional trouble. But the real kicker of it all is, I know why I keep getting upset. Even with all the praise and stuff, I can narrow it down for you.
Even without one thing about it being “narrow”.
See, hell is other people.
Having it all though?
That’s a hell unique all on it’s own.
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I absolutely hate the showers at school.
They’re these big open troughs, with the heads gleaming atop the walls. It’s not like they’re dirty or anything. Our janitor, she’s this really nice old lady. The kind that try to die their hair and it just ends up blue? Sheila. That’s her name. She actually keeps our locker rooms really nice. Showers too, which is a feat all it’s own. The other girls, it’s not like they’re mean. I hear horror stories from other squads all the time online. But ours? We may not be super close. We still care about each other though. We’re all shaped differently, and try to be as accepting as we can.
But I still wait. I still hold back at the end of every practice, and wait for the rest of them to leave. When the final girl ducks out-always with a wave and a smile-only then do I get up.
I take my time undressing. I keep my ears perked, and listen for even a single foot fall. When I’m sure I’m alone?
Only then to I slip out of my tights. My underwear.
Our group, it’s really great. I love the girls I’m with.
But it’s kind of hard to explain certain parts of me away. Even the nicest girls can still stare.
It wasn’t something I actively thought of until I got older. My penis. I mean, yeah, it was there my entire life. I knew not all girls had one. But it just wasn’t a bother until I hit high school. Until I tried out for cheerleading-and made it. I was so excited, I couldn’t wait to get my uniform on.
And then the tights were so snug against it that I got hard. I ripped my first pair that way. You should have seen how I tried to explain it to mom. I “tripped” and “fell” and “accidently” ripped a lot of tights that first year. That’s before all the other times it decided to stand at attention too.
I didn’t question it. It liked what I liked, but when you’re trying to do a human pyramid? Not the best time to get hard. So I tried. I tried to breathe, tried to stay calm. I started doing meditation, all the stuff people said would help. It worked in a way, I guess. Being level headed got me captain of the squad. Practice brought focus.
But the moment I pulled my panties away, it still smacked against my stomach. I let out a yelp, and closed my eyes. I breathed, I counted. I opened my eyes again, and the thing was throbbing. Red. Ugly.
Backed up.
The veins along it were thick, and it wavered with the beat of my heart. Every throb sent the bulbous head against my stomach. I swallowed, my face warming as my tongue turned to cotton.
Sometimes, I could just take care of it, you know? I’d do that before school, and I’d be fine. But with mid terms and practice and-well.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had. Maybe last monday? Maybe?
I pulled my gaze from it, and looked towards the entrance to the locker room. I held my breath, and tried to listen once more. Not a single sound stirred from the hall-no scuff of sneakers, no jeering freshmen laughing. I turned towards the showers, every step making my girth sway.
I turned the water on, the warmth immediate. Even with my face so flush already, I wrapped myself in that feeling. I leaned my head forward and pressed it against the wall. The water poured over my shoulders. It sluiced over the curve of my back, and every aching muscle unwound.
All save for one.
I lowered my hands. Over the roll of my hips, the soft V below my navel. My fingers wrapped around it in a tight squeeze, every nerve firing away as I began to give it a slow tug.
Then came the slam of a locker door.
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I’d seen her around before.
I mean, not like naked, but in the halls and stuff. She had was one of those people you know just because you see them every day. Maybe you learn their name, maybe not. Years later you bump into each other and make polite conversation. You walk away after, and wonder just who the heck that was.
It could have been worse. It could have been Stacy, or one of the others on the team. But as I watched her from the corner, a name came to mind.
Maddy.
Her name was Maddy. I only remembered it because of her nick name.
Flabby Maddy.
I mean, I’d never called her that. Not because I wanted to-I didn’t. Our paths had just only crossed in the hall. But people, people talk. Just like they talk when you have everything.
Maddy was short, with long brown hair. She was covered in freckles, and wore these Buddy Holly frames that consumed her face. She was chunky-but not anymore than other girls on the team. The only reason people pointed it out was because of who she was.
She wasn’t it. So that made her the other. She was on the softball team, but not particularly good. She was on the chess team, which might as well have been a death sentences. She was quiet, she wasn’t dating. If mirrors could show the inverse of who we were, I was looking at my reflection.
One that was quickly getting, like, super naked.
I didn’t mean to stare-honest! Like, I’m not like that at all. But as she pulled her shirt up, I just forgot to move. I watched as she slipped out of her grass-stained tights. As she bent, and pulled her panties to the floor.
That’s when I felt it throb again. I pulled back behind the corner, my heart racing. I stared down at my cock, my stomach rolling as I realized the showers had only one way out and in.
If I ran like, really quick? I might have been able to mi-
“Is that you Sabrina?”
I turned my head slowly towards the voice. Maddy stood there, her eyes tight as she squinted. She had a loofa in one hand, lavender body wash in the other. My lips opened, and I swallowed a million things that came to mind.
Bushtiddytiddybushtiddytiddyassbushti-
“U-uh, hi there Maddy. What’s up?” I said, every syllable shaking.
Maddy gave a small smile, and walked over towards the shower head. She took the one next to me, and gave a laugh. “Oh, just washing up. Practice was miserable today, you know?”
“Yeah uh,” I started, forcing my eyes to the wall. “I-it was really hot out,”
“Ugh. I know,” said Maddy, squeezing some shower gel into her sponge. She started to scrub at her shoulders, then paused.
“I hope this doesn’t sound too weird, but-I’m really glad it’s just us in here. Taking a shower with the others, uh. It can, well…”
The words hung in the air a moment. She kept scrubbing, her eyes closed as the sponge traveled under her breasts. My cock smacked wet against my stomach as she turned her back towards the showerhead.
“Y-yeah, I usually don’t shower with them either. They can be a little-”
“Bitchy?” said Maddy, a grin breaking on her face. I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.
“Yep, that’s the word. Say, don’t tell them I said that, okay?” I said.
Maddy let out a laugh, and squinted towards me as she nodded. “No worries there. I already got more than I can bare,”
That you do, I thought. I held my mouth firm as I turned back towards the shower head. My cock smacked wet against my thighs. If Maddy noticed, she didn’t say anything.
What she did do was let out a groan as she tried to scrub her shoulders. I glanced over, my fingers kneading my scalp as I watched her wince.
“Hey, you got a minute?” she said.
I swallowed, and tried hard to keep my focus at her shoulders. “Uh, sure. What’s up?” I said.
“Do you mind getting my back? I think I pulled something, and I just can’t reach it without it feeling like I’m getting stabbed,” Maddy said. She laughed softly, and glanced at me from her shoulder. She lifted her hand, and pointed at her back.
“Uh,” I started, my brain racing.
Cockhardprettygirlwantmetotouchcockhardcockhardcock-
“S-sure, I can do that,” came the words. Ones I barely was conscious of saying. I stepped forward, eyes on my girth as Maddy’s butt grew closer. She reached over her shoulder, loofa in hand. I took it from her. It dripped frothy and white down my wrist, my heart racing.
“Uh, Sabrina? You okay?” said Maddy.
I shook my head, and leaned forward as I pressed the sponge against her. She let out a sigh as I scrubbed. Her muscles relaxed as she lowered her head. I took a step closer, my breathe heavy.
Then the tip smacked against her back, and I froze.
Maddy didn’t say a word. She seemed so lost in the rub, so I kept the sponge moving. Until it smacked again. I felt my stomach coil as Maddy lifted her head, and spoke.
“Hey, what’s that?”
“U-uh, what’s what?”
Before she answered, I watched as Maddy’s hand felt behind her back. I could have stepped back, I could have ran out of the shower. My feet stayed rooted to the tile, even as her fingers traced the tip. Even as her body went rigid, and she wrapped her hand around it. I gasped, the warmth of her palm overwhelming. Maddy turned to face me, her hand twirling over the head as I clapped my hands over my mouth.
This was it, I thought. This is the moment that undoes everything. I’m fucked, I’m worse than fucked. All because of this damn-
I cinched my eyes, expecting her to scream. To run, to shout something at me. Her grip slackened, and I felt like I was going to throw up.
What she did instead was return her grip, and slowly begin to tug. I opened my eyes to see Maddy, her cheeks flush as a slow smile crept on her face.
“So. This is nice,” she said, her voice soft.
“Y-yeah, yeah it is,” I replied.
“Not every day I actually get a compliment,” she said. She smirked, and looked down at it. Her grip tightened as she rolled her thumb over the tip. Despite the warmth of the water, I shivered. My teeth sank into my bottom lip as she gave it another squeeze.
“Hey, can you hold on just a sec? I wanna get something okay?” She said.
I felt my spine turn to iron. I swallowed, lips wavering as I said “Y-you’re not going to get like, your phone right?”
Maddy snorted, and shook her head. She gave my cock another tug, and said “God no. Hold on. Don’t go anywhere,”
She walked to the edge of the showers, and peered into the locker room. Then she scampered in, every part of her bouncing as she disappeared. I heard a bag unzip, her footfalls wet against the ground as she returned.
Wearing her glasses.
She approached slow, her hand gripping her wrist. Her eyes didn’t pull away for a second, even as she took to her knees in front of me. She giggled, and reached up for me again. Her face came close, close enough for me to feel her breathe against it. My heart felt as though it would burst as her lips pressed right below the tip.
“Okay, I gotta ask,” she said, peering up at me. “How exactly have you kept this thing hid? It’s fucking huge Sabrina,”
I let out a giggle of my own-one broken into a gasp as she kissed it again. When I finally spoke, each word was accentuated by another sharp inhale.
“Baggy tights?” I sputtered.
Maddy snorted. “Oh, I bet,” she said. She rose up, her face close as she pushed down against it.
As it slipped between her plush thighs, her lips met mine. My hands went to her hips, and I pulled her tight against me.
It was the longest shower I’ve taken in my entire life.
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WebMD says depression can be caused by so, so much.
They offer all kinds of cures for it too. Talking to a professional, taking medication. Exercise, diet changes. For a lot of people that works.
For me, it took Maddy. Just Maddy now, too. People dropped the nickname after we started dating. It was one of the perks of being it-I guess folks were worried I could kill their reputation or something. Not that I would, ew. Who does that? All the same, it stopped. People would just say hello to her now, and smile.
I’d never seen someone so happy. I’d tell her as much too, but Maddy would just laugh. She would say she totally did, every day. Then she would kiss me, her hand on mine as we walked together. We would go to each other’s games, too.
Nobody cheered harder than her. Not even people on the team.
My whole life, I thought I had it all. The last few years I’ve come to realize it’s all just a facade-just something temporary. Just stuff. I think in a real way, that’s why I felt so bad.
For once though? I feel like I’ve something solid. Something that will last.
Maddy, I love you.