Thank you!

As I walked into my first period and sat down, I took a quick glance around the room. So many beautiful creatures to take in, but my gaze fell on one in particular. Her name was Sarah. Sarah was about 5 foot nothin’, with B cup breasts and a mouth-watering ass. I had known her through the last year of middle school and into my sophomore year of high school, and I knew her fairly well. She was intelligent, kinda girly—I would find out later, to my perverse glee, that she was a pageant girl—and witty enough to flirt with the best. As I glanced at her, she looked up, smiled, and gave me a wink. Not sure what it was, but there was definitely something that was irresistible about her. At that moment, I imagined myself destroying her, bending her over and pounding her until she screamed, and then fucking her face mercilessly until I spewed my giant load down her hungry throat, then pulling out and just staring at her tear streaked face. Oh yeah, I wanted her badly, and I would have her.

Now, don’t be misguided by my seemingly iron-clad confidence, I’m no stud, but I’m not bad looking either. I’m a hair over 6’4, fairly broad, with dirty blond hair, green eyes, and a 6 1/2″ penis. Like I said, nothin’ too special, but a little better than average, if I do say so myself. Anyway, I was confident not because of looks, but because I have always been comfortable around women, I’m not what you would call the nervous type, and because of this, I have developed fairly good skills in the area of flirting. I have found that girls will trip over themselves for a witty guy. Thus, my confidence.

Class was somewhat uneventful, the teacher lectured while we took notes, but my mind was in another place. I couldn’t help but fantasize about the horrible things I would do to her body, how hard I would fuck her, how much she would scream in pleasure. I had to continually adjust my jeans to accommodate for the growing erection hidden there. I would have this girl, and soon.

As the bell rang, I stood and grabbed my stuff, making sure to hang back enough to get the opportunity to talk to her. As she walked up to me, she smiled.
“Someone’s happy to see me”, I said.
“Haha, maybe there was someone behind you I was looking at”, she said with a wink.
“I’m crushed”, I replied, “So what are you doin’ Saturday?”, I asked as we walked towards our next class.
“I’m gonna be busy”, she replied.
“Oh yeah”, I said, “busy with what?”
“You’re gonna laugh”, she said with a blush.
“Me? Never!”, I countered with a grin.
“I have a pageant”, she said, not looking at me.
I barely stifled a demonic laugh.
“A pageant, huh?” I said mischievously, “Let me hear your pageant voice”.
“No!” She exclaimed.
“Haha, why not?”, I asked, “I promise not to laugh”.
“Fine”, she relented, then in the girliest, most sugar-coated voice I have ever heard she said,”Hi, I’m Sarah Matthews, and I’m a pageant girl”.