He cleared his throat, and in a clear, strong voice, barked “Girls!”
I would have jumped if he hadn’t cleared his throat first. He straightened, moving back towards Claire, then paused. I wanted to be his target. I wanted to touch myself. It was the type of tone I’d imagined him using as he took me, in my wildest fantasies. The tanned athlete tops off her good looks with curly, jet black hair and perky C cup boobs rather than Claires straight platinum blonde and huge boobs. I’d rather just look bad than to try my hardest and still be outclassed by my friends. “Tara, are you awake?”
She didn’t respond, and he stood once more. I squeezed my thighs together, transfixed as I felt excitement coursing through my body. I wanted to be his target. I had never been so turned on in my life. Standing 5’7″, with a naturally slim build and shoulder length platinum-blonde hair framing her pretty face, her E cup boobs look almost too big on her. His victim. I was terrified of what he would think, that he would be angry at me for being awake, or – even worse – that he would simply reject me, that he would not want me to watch.
