Ballsy P2 - Sex Stories

Ballsy P2

Paula Sailsbury:

‘This is my year,’ Paula thought.

Paula had always been popular. Being pretty, rich, and with a whole lot of confidence gave her opportunities in life that few can boast of. She had always been in the "IT" crowd, now nineteen, and, in her last year, she was determined to dominate. She had really grown into every bit of the woman over the summer, and now, she was going to flaunt it as much as possible.

Paula got out of the BMW car her daddy had bought her—not bad for a first car after passing your test.

Locking the doors while she glanced around, and taking advantage of the fact she was alone, she took a deep breath and reminded herself, ‘This was her year,’ before heading for the front door to the school.

“I bet that is some ride!"

She jumped in surprise and stood at the side of the steps was Jamie Goldsmith.

‘Little dork thinks he can talk to me, Paula Sailsbury,’ she thought as pure contempt built inside her.

“The car,” he nodded, and she followed his signal to her BMW parked across from them.

She turned to go up the steps, slightly annoyed she had paid any attention to him.

“Ballsy of me!"

She found the corners of her mouth turning up in a small smile at his forwardness as she continued up the steps.

“I know, pretty ballsy of me to say it.”

“Damn right,” she retorted.

She forced the smile from her face and became more annoyed. She had given him the satisfaction of acknowledging his presence, but she did admire his ...

... confidence.

“Nice skirt, by the way,” he said.

Looking down at the grey skirt she had on, It was nothing special, she noted, as it was the same as all the other girls had to wear, but she did appreciate the compliment.

“I liked how it rode up and showed off those legs of yours as you got out of the car.”

“Were you perving on me, creep?” Strangely, she found herself forcing the accusation; she felt she had done so much more than she wanted.

“Absolutely. I mean, you are hot as fuck!” he said smugly.

She blushed at his compliment.

“Ewww,” was the only constructive thing she could think to say.

She didn’t try to go back to the steps behind her, her feet firmly planted where she stood.

“So, that car, did daddy buy it for his naughty, little slut?” he asked, looking at his fingertips

She didn’t know how or when, but she was now a step further from the steps and one closer to him.

“He did.” She looked at him. ‘He is a cocky dork and slightly cute.' She tried to shake the thought from her mind after wondering where that had come from.

“I bet he buys lots of things to keep his dirty, little girl happy.”

She found herself asking if she was a dirty girl.

“Is it a full leather interior?”

“Yes, it is black.”

Again, without knowing how, she had gotten so close to him.

Jamie took a step and was now right beside her, finding herself pleased that he had the confidence to approach her. The gulf in social class should have meant she was out of ...