When I was eighteen and at college, I was top of the heap. Popular, gorgeous, an A-list cheerleader. And yeah, I bullied some people. Like that geek, Waldo. I called him that because he was always burying his face in some ridiculous book, always looked like he was trying to disappear. He was a complete nobody, a skinny, awkward thing, totally beneath me. I loved humiliating him. He was so easy to rattle, and the way he’d stare at me, half terrified, half mesmerized, just fueled me.
One day, I was walking down the hall, my heels clicking a rhythm that announced my arrival. I saw him at his locker, hunched over, trying to make himself invisible. Pathetic. The usual knot of amusement tightened in my stomach.
“Well, well, well,” I drawled, my voice dripping with mock surprise. “Look what the cat dragged in. Still worshipping at the altar of trigonometry, I see, Waldo?”
He flinched, not even looking up, his fingers fumbling with his combination lock. “Just getting my books, Madison,” he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. He always sounded like that, like he was afraid his voice might break the silence.
I leaned against the locker next to his, crossing my arms. My cheerleading uniform stretched taut across my chest, pushing up just enough. I knew he was looking, even when he pretended not to. My perfectly sculpted blonde hair cascaded over my shoulders, catching the fluorescent light. I looked good, I always did. It only made his pathetic attempts to ignore me even funnier.
“Oh, books, right,” I scoffed, pushing off the locker. I reached over and, with a swift, fluid motion, snatched the thick calculus textbook he’d just pulled out. “What’s this? ‘Advanced Differential Equations’? Seriously, Waldo? Don’t you ever have any fun?”
I flipped through the pages, my perfectly manicured finger running down the equations as if they were foreign hieroglyphs. “Looks riveting,” I deadpanned, then dramatically sneezed over the open book. “Ugh, the dust from all this brain-stuff is making me sick.”
His heart was probably pounding. I saw him reach out instinctively to retrieve it, but I held it just out of his reach. “Give it back, Madison,” he tried again, but it came out more like a croak. His gaze flickered down, straight to my chest. Idiot.
I didn’t miss a beat. A slow, predatory smile spread across my perfect lips, and I subtly arched my back, pushing my chest out even further. His face burned, a deep crimson spreading across his pale skin. “Enjoying the view, Waldo?” I purred, my eyes glinting with amusement. “Trying to calculate the volume of… something?”
He flinched, his gaze snapping back to the book I held. He just stood there, mouth slightly open, completely speechless. My power was intoxicating.
“Thought so,” I scoffed, losing interest in his discomfort now that I’d savored it. “Fucking weedy virgin, bet you have a small cock anyway.”
I tossed the textbook back at him, the corner catching him painfully on the chest. “Later, Waldo. Try not to drool too much on those equations.” I sashayed away, my laughter echoing behind me, leaving him standing there, clutching his book and his bruised ego. Just another day.
Days turned into weeks, and his torment continued. It was always easy to find him. A snide comment in the cafeteria, a strategically placed stumble in the hallway that sent his books scattering, a whispered insult in the library. Each incident made him shrink further into himself, which only made it more satisfying. He started avoiding me, taking circuitous routes to class, eating lunch in the deserted art room. It was almost a challenge to find him sometimes.
Late one afternoon, most of the students had cleared out. I was rushing through the gym, not looking where I was going, when I tripped. Hard. I went sprawling, one leg bent awkwardly beneath me, the other kicking uselessly, my short cheerleading skirt hiked high. I was tangled between rows of chairs, a trapped idiot. The black thong I was wearing was indeed very visible, a stark contrast against the pale skin of my upper thigh. My usually flawless face was streaked with dirt and my blonde hair, usually so perfect, was a mess, half-pulled from its ponytail. My eyes, usually so full of cruel amusement, were wide with a mix of panic and utter humiliation. I was stuck. “Help!” I cried out, my voice raw.
“Oh, thank God!” I gasped, spotting a figure appear. Relief washed over me. “Waldo! Don’t just stand there, help me! I’m stuck!”
My heart did a strange double-take. He hesitated, his eyes taking in my humiliating predicament. Then, slowly, a small, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. The sight of it sent a jolt of pure dread through me.
“Stuck, are we, Madison?” he drawled, his voice slower, more deliberate than I’d ever heard it. He sounded… dangerous. “Looks like someone needs a ‘weedy virgin’ to calculate their escape route. Nice thong and ass. You know the amount of times you have made me look dumb, maybe I should just take you right here and now, according to you I have a little dick, huh.”
My panic intensified. How dare he? The words I’d flung at him were now being thrown back, steeped in a chilling new menace. “Don’t be ridiculous, Waldo! You wouldn’t fucking dare.”
He just smirked. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled out his cock. My eyes went wide with horror. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. “Wouldn’t I?” he sneered, his voice low and guttural. “You called me little dick, called me fucking Waldo. I will fucking show you. Can’t believe I’m going to lose my virginity to a bully.”
I chuckled, “you probably don’t know what hole to put it in.”
He pulled my thong to the side and I heard him moan at the sight of my clean shaven fanny. Then I felt the head of his cock touching my labia and then… he sank it into me.
I gasped, my eyes wide with shock and pain. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. He was rough, forceful, and I could tell he was enjoying every second of my torment. He thrust into me, each movement deeper and more intense than the last. His hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place as he took his revenge.
“You like that, Madison?” he hissed, his voice thick with desire. “You like feeling my little dick inside you?”
I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill down my cheeks. I couldn’t let him see how much this was hurting me. I couldn’t let him win.
“Fuck you, Waldo,” I spat, my voice barely more than a whisper his dick felt good. “You’ll never be anything more than a pathetic little geek. Ahh fuck… ahhh.”
He got angry, very angry, “Stop calling me…. FUCKING WALDO. I AM LEE.”
He started to really pound my cunt very hard as my ass cheeks clapped loudly against him. I was actually really enjoying it and lost control and started moaning loudly.
His anger was a fuel; his thrusts grew harder, faster, each one sending jolts of pain and a perverse pleasure through me. I clenched my eyes shut, fighting against the rising tide of sensation. He was relentless, his body a hard, unfamiliar weight grinding against mine.
“Say my name, Madison,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. “Say Lee. Say it like you mean it.”
I bit my lip, refusing. Every moan, every whimper was a victory for him. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. But my body was betraying me. The friction was building, a burning pressure that threatened to overwhelm me.
“Ugh…Lee,” I breathed, the name torn from my throat against my will. “Ahh…ahhh…fuck…ahh…”
His response was immediate, a guttural roar that vibrated against my skin. He drove into me deeper, and as he pulled out I screamed he did the same again and again, each stroke more insistent. My head thrashed against the hard floor, my vision blurring. I was lost in a sea of sensation, the pain and humiliation swirling together into a dizzying vortex.
“That’s it, Madison,” he panted, his voice thick with lust. “Beg for it. Beg for Lee. Beg for my ‘little’ dick.”
I squeezed my eyes tighter, the tears finally breaking free and streaming down my face. My body was pulsating, throbbing, and I couldn’t stop the sounds that were escaping my lips.
“Ahhh…Lee…fuck…don’t…stop…ahhh…more…” I sobbed, the words tumbling out in a broken, desperate plea.
He grinned, a cruel, triumphant expression on his face. “You like that, don’t you? You like being used by the geek you always laughed at.”
He increased his pace, driving into me with a savage intensity. I felt myself teetering on the edge, the pressure building to an unbearable crescendo. And then, it happened. A wave of pure, raw sensation washed over me, a blinding flash of pleasure that eclipsed everything else. I cried out, my body convulsing in his grasp.
He roared again, his body tensing as he finally reached his climax, pumping his seed deep inside my pussy and I was wrong he had a good hard big dick I loved it.
For a long moment, we lay there, entangled in the sweaty aftermath of our encounter, our breathing ragged and uneven. The silence was thick, heavy with unspoken words and simmering resentment.
Finally, he pulled away, leaving me feeling empty and exposed. He stood up, adjusting his clothes, his eyes cold and devoid of emotion.
“Consider that payback, Madison,” he said, his voice flat. “Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before you bully someone. Now ill help free you.”
“Thank you Lee,” I said as cum dripped out of me I adjusted my thong and skirt. “For a virgin you sure knew how to fuck, wow. I have had a lot of cock in this college and that was… wow.”
The silence that fell was heavy, suffocating. The gym was almost completely dark now, the only light filtering in from the single emergency exit sign glowing red above the door. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant hum of the building’s ventilation system, seemed amplified. My cheeks burned. What had just happened? How could he have done that? And why… why had I actually moaned his name? Why did his ‘little’ dick feel so good?
“Well,” I finally managed, my voice surprisingly steady, though it still felt a little raw. “I… I guess that’s that, then.”
He just nodded, his expression still neutral. There was no triumphant smirk now, no hint of the cruel predator he’d been moments before. He was just… Lee. And that was almost more unsettling than his anger.
I turned, quickly brushing off my skirt and trying to fix my hair, though it was a lost cause. “I’m leaving,” I stated, heading for the exit. My heels made no sound on the wooden floor as I walked, almost as if I was floating. I didn’t look back, but I could feel his eyes on me until I pushed open the heavy double doors and stepped out into the cool evening air.
The walk home was a blur. My mind raced, replaying every humiliating, yet strangely exciting, moment. The way his body had felt pressed against mine, the guttural sounds he made, the sheer intensity in his eyes. And that feeling… that climax. It had been more intense than anything I’d ever experienced with any of the football players or popular guys I’d toyed with.
I stumbled into my house, locking the door behind me with a shaky hand. My parents weren’t home yet, which was a blessing. I went straight to the shower, turning the water on scorching hot, as if to wash away the memory, the shame, the… pleasure. But as the hot water streamed over my skin, all I could feel was a phantom ache between my legs, a ghost of his thrusts, and the lingering scent of his skin and my own arousal.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his smirking face, felt his body moving inside mine. My own words, “For a virgin, you sure knew how to fuck, wow,” echoed in my head. I hated him. I hated him for doing that to me. But a small, whispered part of me, a part I refused to acknowledge, wondered if I hated him because I wanted more.
The next day at school was torture. I dressed in my usual designer clothes, applied my makeup perfectly, ensuring not a single blonde hair was out of place. I walked with my head held high, my usual confident swagger, my heels clicking a defiant rhythm. I avoided the hallways I knew he frequented, hoping to make it through the day without catching a glimpse of him. But the universe, it seemed, had other plans.
I was at my locker, grabbing my history book, when I felt a presence beside me. My heart lurched. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. The air crackled with a new, unspoken tension.
“Morning, Madison,” he said, his voice low, casual. It wasn’t the timid mumble of Waldo, nor the furious growl of the Lee from yesterday. It was just… normal. Too normal.
I slammed my locker shut, turning to face him, my eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare,” I hissed, my voice barely audible above the hallway chatter. “Don’t you fucking dare act like nothing happened.”
He leaned against the locker next to mine, exactly as I had done to him countless times, mirroring my old posture. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched the corner of his lips. “What happened, Madison?” he asked, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Just a little… physics lesson? Applied mechanics, perhaps?”
My face flushed. He was throwing my own game back at me. “You’re a sick pervert, Lee,” I spat, trying to inject venom into my words, but my voice wavered slightly.
He pushed off the locker, taking a step closer. His scent, faint but distinct, reached me – a clean, masculine smell, tinged with something else, something primal that made my stomach clench. “Is that so? Funny, you didn’t seem to mind much yesterday. In fact, if I recall, you were quite… vocal.” His eyes dropped, for the briefest moment, to my lips.
My breath hitched. He was doing it again, playing with me, reminding me of my vulnerability. But this time, I wasn’t stuck. I could walk away. I should walk away.
“Listen, Lee,” I began, trying to regain control. “That was a mistake. A moment of… weakness. It won’t happen again.”
He chuckled, a low, confident sound that sent another shiver through me. “Are you sure about that, Madison? Your body seemed to disagree.” He took another step, cornering me against the lockers. His hand slowly came up, not to touch me, but to rest on the locker just above my head, effectively trapping me. His eyes, usually hidden behind glasses, now bore into mine with an unnerving intensity. “You tasted good, Madison. Really good. And that little moan when I called your name… that was exquisite.”
My heart hammered against my ribs. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body. My mind screamed at me to push him away, to call for help, to tear him down with my words. But my mouth felt dry, and my body was strangely unresponsive. A tiny, perverse thrill was beginning to spread through my veins.
“What do you want?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
His smirk widened, a truly predatory grin this time. “What do I want? I think we both know what I want. And I think you might want it too, even if you’re too much of a spoiled princess to admit it.” His gaze dropped to my chest, then lower, lingering on my thighs, before meeting my eyes again. “Meet me after school. The old abandoned shed behind the football field. One hour after the final bell. And don’t be late.”
He pulled his hand back and walked away, disappearing into the crowd, leaving me pressed against the lockers, my body trembling, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions raging inside me. Fury, humiliation, fear… and an undeniable, scorching spark of anticipation.
My mind screamed at me not to go. He was a freak. A pervert. The geek I’d tormented for years. But the memory of his body, the unexpected pleasure, the raw, primal power he’d wielded… it was like a siren song, pulling me in. I spent the rest of the day in a haze, barely registering my classes, my friends, anything. All I could think about was the shed, Lee, and the dark, forbidden promise waiting there.
When the final bell rang, I felt a strange mix of dread and excitement. I ignored my friends’ invitations to hang out, making an excuse about extra cheerleading practice. My hands were clammy as I walked, almost on autopilot, towards the back of the school, towards the overgrown path that led to the abandoned shed. The air was thick with humidity, and the setting sun cast long, eerie shadows.
He was already there, leaning against the crumbling wall of the shed, his arms crossed, watching me approach. He wasn’t smirking now. His expression was serious, almost challenging. He was wearing a plain dark t-shirt and jeans, and somehow, without his usual nerdy clothes, he looked… intimidating. And undeniably attractive. This wasn’t Waldo. This was Lee.
I stopped a few feet away, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m here,” I said, my voice thin.
He pushed off the wall and walked towards me, slowly, deliberately. The air vibrated with unspoken desire. He stopped directly in front of me, his eyes locking onto mine. “Good. Now, are you going to keep pretending you don’t want this, Madison? Or are you finally going to admit what your body screamed at me yesterday?”
My pride screamed at me to deny it, to turn and run. But my body was already betraying me, a familiar heat blossoming between my legs. My nipples hardened beneath my bra. I hated him for knowing this, for seeing through my facade.
“Just… shut up, Lee,” I breathed, the words coming out as a desperate plea. “Just… do whatever you’re gonna do.”
A slow, triumphant smile spread across his face, not cruel this time, but deeply satisfied. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw, then moving down my neck, sending shivers through me. “As you wish, Madison.”
His lips crashed down on mine, hungry and demanding. I gasped, surprised by the sudden intensity, but then I felt myself respond, my own lips parting, my body melting against his. It was a chaotic kiss, full of raw desire and pent-up aggression. His tongue plundered my mouth, intertwining with mine, tasting of something wild and forbidden. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, forcing my body flush against his. I felt the hard ridge of his erection pressing against my stomach, hot and insistent. A low groan escaped my throat, a sound I hadn’t known I could make.
He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, his forehead pressed against mine. “You liked that, didn’t you?” he rasped, his eyes dark with lust.
“Lee…” I whimpered, already lost, my hands clutching his shirt, pulling him closer. “Please…”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. With a swift movement, he dipped his head, his lips trailing hot kisses down my neck, making me arch my back. His hand moved to the hem of my skirt, then up, under the fabric, his fingers finding the smooth silk of my thong. He hooked a finger in it and pulled it aside, exposing me. I gasped, a shiver running through me.
“Still clean-shaven for me, Madison?” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers through my core. He knelt, pulling my skirt up further, exposing my legs. My black thong was again pulled to the side, and then I felt his hot breath on my skin, followed by the soft, damp touch of his tongue.
“Oh my God… Lee!” I cried out, my legs trembling. His tongue was circling my clit, slow and deliberate, before he began to suck, hard and fast. Electric jolts shot through me, and I gripped his head, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more. “Ahhh… fuck… yes! Oh, Lee… don’t stop!” I was moaning loudly, shamelessly, my hips instinctively pushing against his face.
He pulled back, his eyes blazing. “Ready for the real thing, Madison?” he bit out, his voice thick with unbridled desire.
I could only nod, my vision blurring, my body quivering. He stood, his movements quick and purposeful as he unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang out, thick and hard, throbbing with anticipation. It was even bigger than I remembered, a truly impressive size. He grabbed my hips, pulling me close, and angled his rigid shaft between my slick labia.
“Look at me, Madison,” he commanded, his eyes fixed on mine. “Look at me as I put this dick back inside you.”
I met his gaze, my eyes wide and dilated with lust as he slowly, agonizingly, pushed the head of his cock into me. A low groan erupted from his throat, matching the one that tore from mine.
“Ahhh… fuck… it’s so… good,” I panted, my body stretching, accommodating him.
He pushed further, pressing against my entrance, filling me slowly, agonizingly, until I felt him deep inside, a searing, blissful pressure. “Tight,” he grunted, his voice hoarse. “So fucking tight. Like you were begging for it.”
“I was… I am…” I confessed, my voice broken, my eyes squeezed shut. “Oh God… Lee… move.”
And he did. His first thrust was slow, deep, making me cry out, a raw, unrestrained sound of pleasure. Then he pulled back, almost completely, before driving forward again, burying himself to the hilt. My ass cheeks clapped loudly against his thighs, the sound echoing in the silent afternoon.
“Fuck yes, Madison!” he roared, his body slamming against mine. “You like that, bitch? You like being fucked by the geek?!”
“Yes! Oh God, yes! Lee! Pound me! Please! Ahhh… fuck… harder!” I was screaming now, my voice hoarse, completely lost in the white-hot intensity of his thrusts. He was relentless, a powerful, piston-like rhythm that drove me higher and higher. My legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper with each stroke. Every thrust sent a delicious shockwave through my core.
“Say my name, Madison! Scream it!” he panted, his sweat-slicked body grinding against mine.
“LEE! FUCK… OH FUCK, LEE!” I screamed, my head thrown back, my hair a wild mess around my face. My climax was building, a ferocious beast clawing its way up my spine.
He groaned, pressing his hips harder, a final, thunderous series of thrusts. “You’re mine, Madison! You’re fucking mine!” he roared, and then, with a guttural cry, he erupted inside me, pumping his hot, pulsing cum deep into my aching pussy. I screamed as I climaxed, a powerful, shuddering wave that left me weak and trembling in his arms.
We stood there for a long moment, clinging to each other, our bodies slick with sweat, our ragged breaths filling the quiet of the shed. The air was thick with the scent of sex and something else… something that felt like a strange, dangerous power, newly forged between us. I was no longer the one in control, and for the first time in my life, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be. My legs were still wrapped around him, and I could feel his hard dick softening inside me, the warm cum pooling.
I finally looked up at him, my eyes still heavy-lidded, my lips swollen from his kisses. His face was flushed, his eyes dark, but there was a new softness there, too, a vulnerability that hadn’t been present before.
“Wow,” I whispered, almost to myself. “Just… wow, Lee.”