Raping Leigh

Leigh sat in front of me in 10th grade science. I was fifteen, and she was fifteen. I’d never fucked a girl, the most I’d ever done was make out and finger a girl. I had no idea about her. She was one of the popular girls, always laughing or giggling with her friends. Me, on the other hand, had few friends and spent most of my time alone. I was about 5’8”, played tennis, and I thought I was fairly attractive. But she was a goddess. I always watched her. Walking around in low-rider jeans and tight tank tops. She must have been about 5’4”, had a 34C cup, and a nice round ass that always got me hard when I looked at her. For the entire first month of science, I completely ignored the teacher, and concentrated on Leigh’s ass, and if I got lucky, I would see her hot pink thong panties coming out over the top of her jeans. She was so hot, I couldn’t believe it. She had light brown hair down to the bottom of her boobs, and a gorgeous face with hot red lips. She never showed any interest in me, but after a few months, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to have her.

One day after school I snuck into the janitors closet and stole some rope. I would fuck her whether she liked it or not. At about 4:00 P.M, when she was walking to soccer practice, I hid in the trainer’s office, where there was a big padded table. When Leigh walked by, I jumped out, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her into the room. “Matt?!” she said. “What the fuck are you doing?”. “Shut up, bitch!” I said, backhanding her across the face as I dragged her over to the table and locked the door behind me. I threw her down and grabbed a knife off the trainer’s desk. “If you dare call for help, I swear to God I’ll cut your fucking head off.” She whimpered in fear and curled up, boobs jiggling as she sobbed. “Get on the table!” I yelled. And she climbed up. I tied her hands to the top posts, and grinned at her.