Kiera the Lonely: Chapter 1

Kiera couldn’t sleep; not with that incessant desire clawing at her consciousness, an impulse strong enough such that it could not be ignored. She couldn’t force the image out of her head, regardless of how hard she tried and how tired she was. The events of the past few days continually replayed in her mind.

Kiera was a senior in high school. She had never been particularly attractive, not until that final year of what she had come to think of as Hell. She was shy and awkward; terrible with guys – not that she was particularly interested in them, anyhow. As her breasts began to fill out, along with her ass, her body took on the ideal hourglass shape, gaining her recognition among the males and females alike. She had a hard time dealing with this new found popularity, so to a large degree she just tried to avoid people whenever possible.

It was a warm day in late spring, so the halls of the school abounded with revealing outfits and the supple, developing bodies which they so scarcely clothed. Kiera was walking to her next class, rushing so as not to be late, as the class was on the opposite side of the school. She didn’t notice the girl following her, with all the predatory grace of the lithe jaguar of the Brazilian rainforest.

Kiera ended up getting caught behind a phalanx of barely-moving sophomores who had blocked the hallway. Sighing, she leaned against the wall and waited for them to disperse. The girl caught up to her.

“Hey,” she said in a sweet voice, “you really got sexy lately, haven’t ya?” Kiera blushed, mumbling back something to the effect of modest agreement.