Chronicles of A Deviant Arab Girl Chapt. 1

Quick guide to Arab words used here:

Yallah=let’s go, baba=dad but can also be used as a father calling any of his kids and vice versa, abaya=modest islamic dress basically non form fitting, and hijab=Islamic head covering for women.

Chapter 1

“I need to get laid this is just bullshit.” Amina thought to herself as her fingers rubbed on your clit. Her nightly ritual was starting to take a toll on her. Edging herself for hours sometimes to the brink of an intense orgasm. Occasionally adding either her hair brush or her dove deodorant spray that she kept along her bedside nightstand for when she really wanted to feel stretched out. Growing up in a conservative Muslim household wasn’t helping her situation either. She had to remain “modest” and “chaste” till marriage. But with hormones at the highest peak in her life, she started wondering what kind of religion forces a girl to wait that long. The Islamic clock on her vanity read 12:37 am. Tomorrow is already here and she’s hating it already. Another night another day sexually frustrated with no end in sight, she gives her wet pussy a slap and gives in to her mind reminding her she has a test at school and she needs rest. Falling asleep won’t be easy when your pussy is throbbing and yearning for it to engulf a hard dick, but nothing some melatonin won’t help with. She grabs the bottle throws 2 in her mouth takes a sip of the water bottle she never sleeps without and falls asleep.

“Amina yallah you’re going to be late for school mama”

She hears her mom yelling from the kitchen downstairs as she looks herself one last time before heading out for school in the mirror. Admiring her curves and her really nice around ass she has her mothers genes to thank. Turning to her side and gliding her hand from her thighs seeing the curves from her ass barely being confined by the the long dresses her parents have forced her to wear since she reached puberty. Her hands glide up to her 36D cup tits giving them a nice gentle squeeze making her nipples harden instantly.

“AMINA You’re taking too long and your father is growing inpatient”

“OK OK! I’m coming sheesh! I’m just putting my hijab on mama”

She runs down the stairs seeing her dads eyes grilling her. He was never fond of her putting make up on let alone lipstick. A soft yet striking red lipstick that accented her soft luscious lips and made them look even bigger than they really were at that.

“Amina you’re going to give me a heart attack one day. What’s this on your lips?”

“Baba it’s only lipstick. Look I’m fully covered wearing this stupid abaya like you want me to. Why can’t I wear make up to help me feel more comfortable with myself?”

“Ok but please chose a more modest color next time.”

Whatever that’s supposed to mean. How is lipstick even supposed to be modest she thought as her father started driving off. With lack of sleep, a test on history and her frustration from the night before, she wasn’t looking forward to her day. But it can be worse. At least she gets to see Noah in history class. If only she can see him more than he sees her. She sits right in front of him in class and she knows he stares at her ass popping through the space between the seat and the back rest. Every time she catches him looking, it sends chills up her spine so she purposely makes it a point to bend down more and sometimes further than really needed to attract his eyes to her nice round ass. Not like she really needs to though. She’s a pretty girl. All the guys are always trying to hit on her. Some her age, mostly older.

“Good luck on the test” Noah says as they lock eyes then glances down taking a deep look at her almost impossible to be natural body with a slim waist. She notices his eyes and smiles back at him. “Good luck to you too but I’m sure you won’t need it” she says smiling trying to contain herself as usual. “Harder to concentrate in this class than you think it is” he replies as she bends down a bit to fit in her seat. Her thick round ass filling the seat. Her thong outline now fully visible from the beige fabric of her long dress, once loose fitting now tightening on her body. She glanced back one last time before the test starts to see if he’s looking, and it came to no surprise his eyes are glued to her ass. She smiles again her pussy becoming wet from the pure lust she sees in his eyes as his face turns red with embarrassment.

The bell rings, the test is over the day is done and all she can think about is going home to her bed before her parents come home from work and rub her clit to the images of Noah staring greedily at her ass. Images of him throwing her on her bed face first lifting her hips up by her waist and shoving his hard cock deep into her without warning.

“Amina!”

“Amina!”

She snaps out of her day dream as Tess her childhood friend calls her name from down the hall.

“Bitch I been calling your name and you ignored me. What’s got your attention missyyy?”

“Oh nothing just tired. Didn’t sleep much last night and just had a history test I know I didn’t do well on” Amina stutters as she finds the words to say. She can’t tell her friend she just pulled her out of a wet day dream and her pussy juices are surely leaking down her thighs.

“Well it’s Friday bitch so you can relax your tits now”

If she only knew her tits haven’t been relaxed since last night. Hell they’ve NEVER been relaxed. At least not the way she would like for them to get relaxed. Just as that thought passed, Noah reaches up to them and his arm brushes against the left side of her firm breast as he starts to walk beside her sending chills right back down to her already frustrated pussy.

“Hey Tess. Hey Amina. How do you think you do on the test? Noah asks.

“Horrible. Doubt Mrs. Hendricks will pass me if I continue this way” Amina sighed knowing her father will be disappointed.

“Well if it makes much of a difference. I don’t think I did well either. The test wasn’t as easy as I expected it to be. At least not with all the distractions” Noah smiled knowing she caught him looking at her ass cheeks sticking out through the chair and seemingly not being bothered by it.

“Distractions? What distractions?” Tess asked confused. That was until she seen Amina’s face turn a bright pink with embarrassment.

“Anyway. Have a cool weekend. See you Monday” Noah says as he takes out his phone and starts to walk ahead of them.

“What does he mean you slut? What distractions? Ohhhhhh Never mind.” Tess says as she slaps Amina’s ass making it jiggle. “I’ll be just as distracted by that ass too if it’s all I see in class in front of me too”

They both laugh as they start to walk towards Amina’s dads car.