A Stalker and her Prey:

It’d been going on for about a month and a half now. I couldn’t glance behind myself without seeing her. Let me explain.

My name is Gary Parker. I’m 18 years old and in my senior year of high school. I have a younger sister who’s pretty cool most of the time, a wonderful mom who provides for the household, and of course, my smoking hot girlfriend Tabitha Richards. I lead a pretty comfortable life and I’m happy…

For the most part.

For the past five or six weeks, I’m fairly certain I have been followed by a girl. I only see her fleetingly because whenever I try to look at her she bolts, but I’m fairly certain it’s a classmate named Amanda Taylor. From what some of my friends tell me, she’s a cute blonde with C-cup breasts who can apparently pull off her glasses very well. Aside from that I couldn’t find anything out. Tabitha hadn’t noticed her, and I was conflicted about whether to tell her or not.

Tabitha is a bit… Spirited. And violent. She had no problem beating the shit out of anybody who bothered her, and as her boyfriend I feel under her protection too. Not that I needed it. At 6 foot 2 inches with 184 pounds of muscle, I was quite an intimidating figure. I never had trouble and I certainly never started any. Tabitha had skill where I had strength. She was in great shape and had taken karate since she was 4. While I could just hurl someone across a room, she could hit them 20 times 6 seconds. We were a couple to be respected and not fucked with.

Which is my reasoning for not telling Tabitha. Even at 5 foot 5 inches and weighing 120 pounds, she scared me. If she heard some girl was stalking me, she’d go nuclear and somebody would be in the hospital. So that meant I had to figure out how to go about fixing this without alerting her. And I hate keeping secrets from her, so I was trying to hurry.

I spend a lot of time with Tabitha, and we spend a lot of time having sex. She kind of has a punk type look. She had shortish black hair that comes down to her neck and that she lets almost cover one of her bright blue eyes in that mysterious fashion that I find so alluring. She has a tongue piercing, three ear piercings (one in one ear, two in the other), and a belly button piercing. She has streaks of color in her hair that change every week, and she usually dress in black clothing paired with accessories that matched her hair streak coloring that week (i.e. Red hair streaks equal black clothing with red heeled black boots and a very tight red vest over a black blouse). She also has large C cup boobs that look even bigger on her petite frame.

A lot of people were stunned by how different we were. I usually dress a bit more mainstream in jeans and graphic tees. I was also very averse to violence whereas Tabitha saw it as the universal solution to problems. But when we were together we got along famously. I was a little baffled myself, but I don’t question it because I like Tabitha a lot.

Anyway, enough backstory for now. Let’s get to the present. Right now I’m walking to Government with Tabitha. I can distinctly feel eyes watching me as I chat with Tabitha. I think she notice the tension in my arm that she’s holding onto.

“Babe, are you alright? Your arm feels a bit more muscly than it should,” she says with a wink at me. I smile back weakly and try to shake off the bad vibes.

“Yeah, I’m just feeling a little off today, don’t worry,” I said, lying a little. She didn’t have to worry, but I did. Tabitha wasn’t in Government with me. I’ll give you one guess to who is. Amanda fucking Taylor.

“Alright, well I’ll see you next period. Have a good class stud,” she says with another wink and a sweet goodbye kiss to the lips. I take my seat in the third row of four in the classroom. The seats were arranged in four rows of seven, and I was in the third one from the left side (if you’re facing the front of the room). I hadn’t noticed before she started stalking me, but Amanda sat in the seat directly behind me. She’s already there, reading a book, when I take my seat. I can’t be sure, but I swear I saw her smirk as I walked up.

I swear I can feel her breathing down my neck. Unfortunately, because she has to look right by me to see whatever Mrs. Young is writing on the board, I have no way to prove that she’s staring at me. Other than that odd sixth sense that tells everybody when someone’s watching them.

Mrs. Young is one of my nicer teachers, and everybody knew that she was surprisingly compassionate and lived to help her students with whatever problems she could. She notices my pretty obvious discomfort and nods ever so slightly at me. I nod back, and decide to talk to her. Meanwhile, twin holes are burning into the back of my head.

90 very creepy minutes later, the bell rings. As I stand to gather my stuff, Amanda walks by and I feel her hand run ever so gently across my back. I shudder and watch to make sure she actually leaves and doesn’t wait for me. Mrs. Young gestures for me to come up to her.

Mrs. Young, despite her name, is pretty old. She’s somewhere in her fifties and usually wears fairly standard teacher type clothes. Her face just screamed compassion though. She had very soft, open features and her personality matched. I felt very comfortable talking to her about this.

“So Gary, what’s on your mind?” she says in a slightly distracted manner as she prepares for next period.

“Well… What do you know about Amanda Taylor?” I ask her, always preferring to be straightforward.

“Why do you ask?” she asks me, giving me an inquisitive look, “Are you and Tabitha having problems?”

“No no, of course not. I just… I get the odd feeling that Amanda is… Well… Stalking me,” I say sheepishly, feeling a bit awkward saying it aloud.

She gives me a shocked look, “Amanda Taylor? Stalking you?” she stutters confusedly.

“I keep seeing her watching me from a distance and she keeps doing weird little things to me like stroking my back when she passes me by…” I say, feeling a little bad because the back thing just happened and that was the first.

“So she has a crush on you then! What’s the trouble with that?” she asks, almost accusingly. I’m not used to this kind of heat from her.

“Would you not agree that there is a line between ‘admire from afar’ and stalking?” I ask meekly.

“Well yes, but… Look, if she’s really bothering you, just talk to her. What’s the worst that could happen?”

I really wish she hadn’t said that. Now I don’t have any excuse to avoid her.

“Alright, I’ll do that then. Thanks Mrs. Young,” I say halfheartedly as I exit the classroom. She nods in response and turns to her papers as students file in past me.

Tabitha latches onto my left arm almost immediately, “Hey stud, how was Government?”

“Eh, it was okay…” I say really unconvincingly.

“Well, wanna try that again without the shit spewing from your lips?” she says in a deceptively cute tone.

I decide to tell her. Fuck it. That way if talking to Amanda doesn’t work, Tabitha can tell her off.

“Alright baby, I’ve got something to tell you. Do you know Amanda Taylor?” I ask, trying to speak calmly so I don’t agitate her.

“Yeah, I know of her and I’ve seen her and shit. Why? Is there a problem?” she says, a note of challenge creeping into her voice.

“No, no, no. Calm down,” I say, “I just have to talk to her about something, I think she’s following me for some reason.”

“…How long has this been going on?” she says in a quiet voice. I look down only to meet her eyes and see a hint of sadness there.

“About a month and a half…” I mutter uncertainly as we stop outside of our next class.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she says with big sad eyes. My heart throbs in pain.

“I was worried that you’d do something… Rash,” I say lamely. I really regret not talking to her now.

“Well… I can’t say this is good news, but I’ll only do something if you want me to sweetie,” she says softly as she kisses me. It’s a small kiss, but I can feel the forgiveness in it.

“Thanks Tabitha. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, it won’t happen again,” I say, totally meaning it. I hug her tightly and we make it into the classroom just in time. We sot next to each other, like we manage to do in all of our four shared classes. I only release her hand when class starts.

Right now we’re in English 12, one of my more boring classes. Our teacher, Mr. Saunders, doesn’t help. He has mastered the art of monotone lecturing. The class is always excruciatingly boring. Tabitha and I usually text back and forth and we even make out when Mr. Saunders back is turned. A few people behind us always groaned behind us when we did. Our reputation for very public displays of affection was known pretty well.

Today’s different though. We just sit and smile at each other. It’s a simple thing, but it’s the nice little things like this that make a good couple. I pay as much attention as is necessary to maintain my good grades but spend the rest of the time thinking. I was sure Amanda would follow me out to my car. I’d talk to her then.

The rest of the day following English drags because I’m nervous. Tabitha keeps me company in my next class but my last class of that day, Calculus, guess who my company is.

Mr. Curtis’s classroom is set up in seven tables that each consist of four desks pushed together. Amanda sits. Right. Next. To me. While I try to focus, she stares covertly at me from behind a calculator. She even goes so far as to grab at my hand when it rests near the border of our desks. I pull it away quietly without looking at her. I swear I hear her giggle.

Class is almost over when she suddenly puts her hand in my lap and starts groping my crotch aggressively. I’m caught off guard and react without thinking as I grab her wrist and squeeze tightly. I look over at her, fiery anger in my eyes, to see her wince and look at me in fear. I immediately cool down and release her hand. She rubs her wrist and goes back to writing down the homework.

The dismissal bell tolls shortly after the afternoon announcements. Amanda makes to bolt (yet again), but I stop her with a gentle touch to her shoulder. I feel her shudder, but not in fear…

“Hey, we need to talk. Can we..?” I gesture towards the exit. She nods quietly and follows me outside to a somewhat secluded spot behind the building. She clutches my arm the whole time.

As soon as we’re out of sight she pushes me up against a wall with surprising force and pulls my head down to hers. I see it coming but can’t stop her before her lips smash against mine. I’m stunned for another few seconds by the incredible heat and passion behind the kiss as she shoves her tongue into my mouth. It wriggles and writhes in my mouth, showing a good amount of skill. My brain finally catches up and I push her away from me and bring my hands up in a defensive stance.

“What the hell?!?” I yell loudly. I’m glad everybody’s left already, or I’d have attracted a crowd.

“What’s wrong Gary?” she asks, trying to look at me with a cute, innocent look. I notice that her eyes are a strikingly attractive green. Her glasses accent them well.

“I said talk! I didn’t want you to molest me!” I yell, my reaction exacerbated by her nonchalance, “I have a girlfriend Amanda!”

“And I’m supposed to care?” she says in a sweet tone.

“Yeah, you are.”

Her eyes widen behind her glasses as she spins around to face Tabitha, who is literally inches away from her.

“Uh… Uh…” she casts about for words and finds none.

“Because Gary hates violence, I’ll give you ten seconds to disappear. Go,” she says in a voice that would scare the entire football team.

Amanda runs like an escaped convict, looking at me one more time over her shoulder. Tabitha watches her leave, then turns to me. I’m not expecting what happens next.

Tabitha stalks towards me like she’s angry but plasters herself to me instead, aggressively kissing me and grabbing my cock. We make out until I’m semi-hard, then she pulls back.

“That fat cock of yours is mine, understand? Mine,” she says as she rubs it affectionately. I groan in assent.

After that, we drive to her house and immediately head to her room. Her parents both work until at least 7:00 everyday and it’s only 3:46. Three whole hours to fuck Tabitha’s brains out.

We collapse onto her huge queen size bed already making out and undressing each other. I nearly tear Tabitha’s vest buttons off as I take it off and she tugs desperately at my shirt. We separate for as long as it takes us to get our respective tops off then collide again. Her hardened nipples poke into my chest as I start kicking my pants off and helping her out of hers. She moans again as we’re both left in our underwear. I smack her supple ass before gluing my hands to it and squeezing tightly. She grabs my head and runs her hands through my short hair as she effortlessly conquers my tongue with hers. Her tongue piercing tickles my tongue.

She pulls back for breath and manages to pant out words between breaths, “Boxers off, now,” she says as she shimmies out of her black lace panties.

I happily obey and take them off, and she immediately pounces. One hand wraps around my 2 inch thick, 8 inch long cock. The other starts fondling my balls as she readjusts quickly so she’s in prime cock sucking position.

“I miss the feel of this thing in my mouth,” she pants, her breath tickling over my shaft.

“You blew me this morning in my car babe,” I say, confused.

“I know, I miss it every time,” she says in a sultry tone before she engulfs the head of my dick.

Her tongue piercing enhances her blowjobs, so they’re always very pleasurable. I moan as she flick her tongue around and around the head, the little ball of metal adding another level of pleasure. I look down to see her looking right back at me. She keeps eye contact as she slowly starts to bob her head. She knows the eye contact is a huge turn on to me.

She bobs her head slowly, taking another half inch of me into her mouth on every downstroke. I moan loudly when she finally has my whole cock in her mouth and throat. She pulls all the way off and jerks my cock with just her hand for a second, all of the spit lubricating it so she can work her hand up and down in a blur. I groan as the pressure builds up. She swiftly takes the whole thing in one go and bobs her head fast, going almost all the way off my cock then slipping it right back into her throat.