New Life in Rianate 1 - Sex Stories

New Life in Rianate 1

... Stank Bitch I befriended to make my er… Best Friend For Life. I didn’t really like Chelsea, she’s just…. a Stank Bitch. She was on some b.s. so I didn’t feel like talking. As I walked deeper into the tall trees, Chelsea went crazy and called me four times. Jesus girl, damn! I decided to pick my phone up so I entered the passcode into my iPhone and texted her. Chelsea called me again, I had no choice but to pick up. “Yes, Chelsea?” I calmly said. “Listen, Sam just hooked up with Alex! Do you know how pissed I am? That boy shouldn’t be talking with that hoe! She’ll give him AIDS!" Chelsea screamed into the speaker so loud that I had to pull back. “Chelsea, just calm…” “Don’t tell me to calm down! Do you know how annoying this is? Some bitch comes along, sucks his dick and now he just fuckin forgets about me?! Hell NAH!” While listening to Chelsea ramble, I must’ve turned the wrong way because the trees were decreasing in size. I know, it sounds stupid, but I’ve been back here over 800 times. It’s like my family just lived outside. Dad stayed outside most of the time and when mom was alive, I remember she was always around something warm. Huh. Like, when I was… “ARE YOU LISTENING?” Ooops. I forgot I was talking with Chelsea. “Yes, Chelsea, I’m listening.” “What did I just say?” Chelsea asked. “You said today in math, your purse broke.” I knew that wasn’t it but, oh well. “NO! I said Sam just texted me. He wants me to come over so he can fuck and then go to Alex. That hoe.” ...

... “Well, just say something. Maybe ask does he have feeling for—” “No, you idiot. I know he has feelings for her. The bitch has fucked him more times than I can count.” Chelsea sighed into the phone and I mentally cussed her out. Don’t ever call me stupid because I will kill you. All through middle school, kids made fun of me because I didn’t have a mom. They said “Eris-Cris doesn’t have a mom.” I admit, it pissed me off but what could I do? I was a 4’9, petite blonde with a small voice and glasses. Big and tough, alright. Now, I’m a 5’11 blonde with glasses. I had this sick growth spurt when I was 14. Before I knew it, I was slipping on a rock as Chelsea rambled about her purse in math. I hit my arm on a wide rock. A sharp pain made my arm numb up to my shoulder. Out of nowhere, something tripped me. Not a rock, though. I was sitting in the middle of the dirt path, holding my arm and rolling my ankle in counter-clockwise circles. My phone was right next to me and I could hear Chelsea screaming, but she was the least of my concerns. Bits of strength returned into my body and I pushed myself up. There was a small branch that cracked. Couldn’t be a bear, not a deer. What the fuck is over there? Chelsea was still screaming so I turned my phone off to shut her up. The leaves above my head rustled. I heard a small grunt. Girl-like grunt. My head whirled around and I saw her. She had this small scar that ran under her eye and her big blue eyes shone out at me like the sky. Her hair draped ...