>Doink
>You slam into a wall of meat
>parts of it are hard,others are strangely soft.
>you're blind from a strange sensation engulfing your cheeks and eyes
>when you pull back, you realize…
>it's tits. You ran head long, while standing mostly straight, and distracted, into a pair of tits.
>As you look up, you find a strange amazon in front of you, staring down at you with silent contempt.
>her eyes glide over you like she's sizing up a freshly cooked steak, lingering you shoulders, hair, eyes, and the crotch of your jeans…
>She narrows the one exposed eye not hidden behind ivory, frosted locks.
>She bends down, picking up a lollipop off the floor, cracked and covered in bits of student sneak grime
>She then looks back at you, flatly, leaning down with a narrow eyed, careless glare.
>She's got to lean down so far, you can literally hear her tits softly clap together in her dress-code defying shirt.
>She leans in for a grueling, long whisper.
>"You better give me something else to suck by the end of the day, dweeb."
>Wat
>"Girls gym showers, after the afternoon detention."
>There's a slow draw of her tonguetip over her top lip.
>Moments later, she'd walking away, sneakers squeaking.
>"holy shit dude." one of your random homeroomers said. "What did she say?"
"She, uh,"
>you look over your shoulder. She grits her teeth and makes a throat-cutting gesture.
"Said she's gonna kill me after school!"
>Her laser sharp, one-eyed glare softens a bit before she starts to leave again.
>Random homeroom idiot puts a hand on your shoulder. "It was nice knowing you."
"Ha. ha. Ha. Yeah…"
>You look over your shoulder, chilled and slow as it was with fear…
>did she just pucker up at you, brows furrowed?
>Fuck.
>Maybe she WAS going to kill you.