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“I am inferior to other women.

“It’s taken me a long time to come to terms with that, so please just listen for a bit.

“It probably all started with Stacy. Stacy’s dad owned the jewellery store opposite the strip club and sold engagement rings to the recruits from boot camp. In a small town that was all it took to be the richest family around.

“Stacy liked to remind people about it; she’d order expensive mini skirts that no one else could afford and wear them around the school to show off her legs. I would sit on the steps of the library and just look at her. Wishing I could be her.

“Stacy was willowy, I was stick thin. Stacy’s round ass peaked invitingly out from her skirt with every step, mine probably wouldn’t even stop that skirt from falling down. Stacy had lovely pert breasts, mine were somehow both flat and saggy, with nipples that pointed outwards like a walleyed dog.

“You have to understand how much I thought about her boobs. Almost every night I’d rub my sad, half-deflated fun-sacks and wish they were more like hers.

“So I started following her around like her little puppy. My mother didn’t approve and yeah, she was right. Even back then, I knew that Stacy was awful. She’d constantly make these back-handed comments about my body, and I would go to the bathrooms and cry, but then, without any kind of apology from her, I would go straight back to being her bitch.

“Even I didn’t know why I put up with her; there was just something I desperately wanted and I instinctively knew that she could give it to me.

“Anyway there was this guy. Blond guy with a million watt smile. I can’t even remember his name now, but I had a crush on him and I’m pretty sure he had a crush on me. Stacy didn’t like that; every time he came to talk to me, she’d find a way to insert herself into the conversation and make it about her.

Then he invited me to the pools, and she invited herself along.

“I knew as soon as she pulled up in her car that she had a plan. She was already wearing her bikini ‘to save time later’ and she put the guy in the passenger seat so the whole time I was watching from the back seat as he snuck glances at her.

“When we got to the pools, I went to get changed, but I realised my bikini bottoms were missing. I didn’t understand what was happening because I knew I packed them. Then I explained the situation through the door and Stacy started talking about how I was often forgetful and she brought a spare suit just in case. She told the guy that it was lucky I’d only lost the bottoms since I’d never fill out one of her bikini tops, and the guy agreed that I was lucky to have a friend like her.

“So yeah, I put it together then.

“She had insisted on loading my bags into the car you see. I remember being so angry, but there was also an emotion I couldn’t name yet. I didn’t understand why, but I really liked the fact that she had stolen from me like that. She had a plan, and I really wanted to see what it was.

“The bottoms she passed over the changing room door were just wildly unsuitable. They were a thong and the straps were flesh colour so you’d have to stare at my ass to realise I wasn’t just naked.

“But the worst part was the front. It was a narrow strip of fabric that barely covered my slit. It would have been indecent even if my pussy was shaved, and it wasn’t, so it was just a stripe of bright blue fabric drawing attention to the patch of hair between my legs.

“I was trapped. Stacy took my clothes when she gave me the bikini bottoms so she could ‘Be a good friend and put them in the locker for you’. I couldn’t leave or I’d be arrested, couldn’t open the locker without the code, couldn’t yell for help without drawing attention. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stayed in the changing room until this middle aged woman started banging on the door and asking how long I would be.

“I scurried out of the changing room, hunched over so that people couldn’t see my furry crotch. Then I jumped into the spa and turned on the jets so people couldn’t see under the water. The guy saw me running and yelled out that he was coming to join me, but Stacy convinced him to stay in the pool with her for a few more minutes.

“That turned out to be a pretty formative experience for me; sitting in the spa pool and watching my crush keep trying to join me and Stacy keep rubbing herself against him and making him forget.

“Finally she just straddled him and started making out; he didn’t have much interest in me after that. She glanced at me and looked smug, but she never knew that I had spent all that time rubbing that stupid strip of fabric against my clit; sliding the slick material against it as I watched her taking him from me.

“So yeah… Pretty formative… I stayed awake that night struggling with my feelings. I felt gross, and angry with Stacy, and scared that I wasn’t normal, and horny. Just wildly gorukle escort horny. I guess I had no idea what I was feeling, but by morning I knew for sure that I wanted her to do it again.

“After that I just turned into a huge flirt. It wasn’t that hard to do; I’d just walk up to guys, ramble about nerdy things, laugh at all their jokes, tell some of mine, find excuses to touch their arms and chests. It rarely got any further than that because Stacy would always show up and start flirting as well. Of course when I was standing next to Stacy I might as well have been invisible, and it made my heart race the way they stopped looking at me.

“She’d lead them away to make out with her in the little woodland at the bottom of the school and I’d hide in the girls bathroom to rub myself to the knowledge that it didn’t matter how hard I flirted; Stacy could take guys from me just by being that much more appealing.

“After I came, I would feel ashamed. I’d tell myself that I’d never do it again, that Stacy was a bad friend and I should stop hanging out with her. That never lasted more than a day. I had no idea why I liked it so much, but I would always go straight back to flirting so that Stacy could take more guys from me.

“I remember a party we went to after we turned 18. A college guy made out with me in a shadowy corner and I let him put his hands under my clothes, play with my breasts, and finger me. When I was about to cum I pushed him away. I told him to go upstairs and wait for me so people wouldn’t see me following right away.

“Then I watched the drink cabinet mirror so that I could see Stacy following him up nearly instantly. I waited about a minute and climbed the stairs as well. Then I hid myself and watched through a crack in the door, touching myself as my friend knelt down and gave her first blowjob to the guy. I timed it perfectly so I came as she swallowed his cum.

“It worked out great for everyone. The guy got to upgrade to a much hotter girl, Stacy got the satisfaction of knowing that she was an upgrade over me, and as for me? I came so hard that my vision whited out and I had to bite my sleeve to stop myself screaming. I never could have gotten that from some guy’s fingers. Looking back, I realise that was special because I didn’t feel ashamed afterwards; I felt like l’d found my place in life and I was happy.

“Then there was Jeremy.

“You’ve gotta understand that in a small town everyone knows each other. Jeremy had been in my classes since I started school, but I’d never really talked to him. That changed when we went to LARP camp in the city. We had a 7 hour bus ride together and I realised that he was really funny and smart and caring. It took no effort at all to flirt with him.

“He was awkward when he flirted back, but I found it charming. I realised I liked his body too; he wasn’t classically handsome but he was tall and thin in a way that made him look stretched out. A little exotic, maybe even a little ethereal.

“We only got closer over the camp itself. I kissed him on the first evening. On the second I slipped his long pianist’s fingers under my skirt and let him stroke me.

On the third… Well on the third, under a bright full moon, we took each other’s virginities in a forest clearing while dressed as wood elves. It was the most romantic experience of my teenage life and I felt like my heart was going to explode.

“As he slept on my shoulder for the 7 hour bus ride home, I made a decision. I was going to keep him. Stacy would not take him from me.

“The logic was simple; any guy in their right mind would pick Stacy over me, so I had to make sure that Jeremy was never in his right mind. I started a campaign of constantly emptying his balls. I would jerk him off in the morning school bus, covering our laps with a raincoat and catching his cum in a tissue, I’d start every lunch break by leading him to the disabled bathroom and sucking his cock, and fifteen minutes before school ended I’d use my position on the yearbook committee to pull him out of class so he could fuck me up against a tree in the woodland.

“It worked too. Stacy tried all her usual tricks and he barely noticed. I remember one occasion when she wrapped herself around his right arm, subtly rubbing her crotch against his hand, and he acted like she was just being friendly. I couldn’t stop myself; I took his left arm and did the exact same thing just to mock her. He instantly got hard for me because he knew my pussy so well, and I couldn’t stop myself from shooting a smug look at the way she stewed on his other side.

“Stacy didn’t take it laying down of course. She escalated.

“The three of us were in her room getting ready for a movie when she announced that she wanted to get changed and stripped all the way down to her panties. It was the first time I’d ever seen her breasts and they were perfect little handfuls capped off with symmetrical pink nubs. I realised that I was staring so I looked at Jeremy and I was shocked bursa görükle escort to see the bulge growing in his pants. Stacy was grinning at him as she walked around the room, occasionally stretching and not looking like she was that concerned about putting her clothes on.

“I knew I had to work fast. I dragged him into the bathroom and offered him my anal virginity. He bent me over the sink and reamed my ass with only Stacy’s mother’s face cream as lube. It hurt and his cum glued my panties to my jeans afterwards, but I was on cloud 9; every poisonous glance she sent my way during the movie was proof that it was working.

“I was sure I’d found my place in life; I would keep Jeremy for myself by keeping his balls drained, and the rush I got from fending off attempts on him would mean that I’d never lose inspiration to keep doing it.

“Then she escalated in a way that I couldn’t match.

“It was after graduation and we were hanging out in my room when Stacy made her move. She climbed into Jeremy’s lap and took her top and bra off, asking him if she had nicer boobs than his girlfriend.

“Jeremy clearly liked what he saw, but he loyally started hugging me and groping my tits; saying mine were better because he actually got to touch them.

“I’d expected that she’d follow that up by saying he could touch hers, I had an idea for that, but she went further by standing up and stripping off the rest of her clothes.

“I’d never seen her pussy before and I was enthralled. Her clit was a perfect pink bullet and her labia minora spilled out in elegant waves like tresses of hair. It must have blown Jeremy’s mind; my pussy was the only one he’d seen and mine looked like an old cheeseburger someone had thrown against the wall.

“He reached out for it but froze, and I remember that moment of being so torn. I was so glad he had control but I wished he’d actually touched it before stopping himself.

“Silly thing to worry about; Stacy had a masterstroke planned. I’d been doing all this careful planning and she just sledgehammered her way through. She told him that she and I often had threesomes with guys we liked, and guided his mouth to her pussy before I could react or say anything.

“Jeremy attacked her pussy like a starving man, and Stacy fixed me with a triumphant look before her eyes rolled back. I just sat there rubbing my stupid cheeseburger pussy and realising I’d just lost my boyfriend; he’d never want my pussy again after having hers.

“She ended up riding him on my childhood bed. All my attempts at draining him had given him amazing stamina, so in the end all my hard work had only prepared him for the more worthy pussy. I kept trying to get involved and she just kept pushing me away.

“The worst part was that, afterwards, he didn’t even notice that I hadn’t touched either of them. He just kept talking about how his ‘threesome’ with us had been the best sexual experience of his life.

“My emotions were all fucked up. I wanted to scream at Stacy and tear her hair out but, even more than that, I wanted to try doing that, be overpowered, and have her pin me down and rub that perfect pussy on my face while mocking me about how low and pathetic I was.

“I spent the last week before college in a cycle of rubbing myself stupid to that idea, berating myself for getting off to it, and going right back to rubbing.

“And then we all went off to different colleges and I never saw them again.

“College was a chance to reinvent myself. I wanted to be a nice, normal girl. I even tried dating a few people, but it just didn’t work out. It felt so empty.

“So I found cruel people. Men who would slap my face and make me hump their boots, and that was much better but I still felt like there was something missing. I felt misplaced.

“I did a lot of soul searching and decided what I really wanted was what I had with Stacy, but hopefully not as toxic.

“I ended up befriending this girl called Mariam. She was a scholarship student from Bahrain and her body was just pure sex. She had curves everywhere; her breasts, her ass, her thighs, even her belly. Her pussy was unshaved, but neatly groomed. A shameless slope of hair that highlighted, rather than hid her thick pussy lips.

“I know what her pussy looked like, by the way, because the first chance I got, I took her back to my dorm room and had her try on all my clothes. At the time, I was dressing in really loose clothing that hid my body. When she wore my clothes, they stretched out and revealed just enough that you couldn’t help wondering about the bits that were concealed.

“I said I wanted to take her out and see how guys would react, and she said she was interested.

“Bahrain is a small place, at least according to Mariam, and you can’t really go anywhere or do anything without someone telling someone, who tells someone, who tells your mother. Mariam desperately wanted to fuck, but she had no idea how, so I got to be useful by dusting off my old flirting skills.

“What we’d do is we’d go to the student bar and we’d just wait until we saw an attractive guy. Then I’d go up and start flirting with him. Once he was warmed up and flirting back, Mariam would join us; acting like she just happened to wander in and see me.

“You could almost see the calculations they went through. They could keep the pathetic scrawny girl who would definitely fuck them, or they could roll the dice on her super hot friend. We did that for a year and not a single one of them failed to take that chance, and every single one was rewarded for it.

“Mariam would call me afterwards and describe the sex while I touched myself. It was great, but there was a treacherous little part of my brain that wanted something harder. Something a bit more like Stacy.

“I struggled with that for a long time. Once, when I got a bit too horny, I knelt down in front of her and made a big show of calling her a Goddess. Bowing down and telling her that she’s better than me because men actually want to fuck her. Wondering if I dared press my face into the crotch of her jeans and pledge my service.

“I think what I wanted was for her to stop treating me like a friend. A woman like that? I should have been her servant, her pet, her furniture. Or at least that’s how it felt when I was horny. She laughed it off, but I think a bit of my desperation got through to her because she made some changes to our little bar adventures.

“Whenever a guy wanted to take her home she started insisting that she wouldn’t go unless he found someone for her friend. I thought she was crazy at first, but actually, it was genius. The guys who got hastily recruited as wingmen resented the hell out of the fact that they had to fuck me while their buddies got the hot one. She genuinely wanted to help me, but with zero malice and without even trying, she was making an incredibly clear demonstration of just how much better she was.

“The next few months were perfect. Sometimes the guys wouldn’t even fuck me; they’d just performatively finger me for a bit before trying their luck joining a doubleteam on Mariam. I remember one boorish guy who felt the need to keep telling me that he was a breast man. When he got me back to his room and I got my bra off, his face actually fell, he made an excuse and left the room. I figured he was going to his buddies room to get a look at Mariam, but apparently he just left. Just walked straight out of the building. Perfection. I came all over again when Mariam told me that.

“When the guys were done I’d massage Mariam’s thighs and whisper thanks to her. I thought I’d found what I wanted. Mariam was so kind and perfect and sexy and I could live my life like this. A place. Somewhere where I was happy and content and had a useful role to play.

“That derailed when we met Robbie.

“Robbie walked into our bar while we were waiting and checking out the options. I remember the way his rusty coloured hair and beard caught the light. Even now he’s a big guy. Buff, you know, but not like he works out, more like he actually uses his muscles. He had shirt sleeves rolled up and when he signalled the bartender we both took note of his forearms. We didn’t even say anything to each other; we just made eye contact and nodded.

“I joined him at the bar and started flirting. He got really into it and laughed at all my jokes. When I touched his arm, he touched mine back. When I touched his chest, he raised one eyebrow, which made me laugh. He grew up on a farm and was here to study environmental science. We had nothing in common, but somehow everything to talk about.

“Things got a little weird when Mariam joined us. He wasn’t rude or anything but he didn’t seem to be that into talking to her, even though she was putting in so much effort to get his attention; telling her own jokes and trying to find excuses to touch him.

“I decided it was up to me to make it happen and I whispered to him ‘I think my friend wants to sleep with you’

“But he just smiled at me and said ‘That’s going to be awkward, since I want to sleep with her friend’

I was like I was making tea and the jug just dissolved. What do you even do? Something impossible had happened and I was just standing there blinking. No idea what to do next.

“So we started dating. He came to my LARP games and played monsters. I went to his protests and handed out water bottles. Then we’d go back to his place and he’d eat me out until I couldn’t remember my name. I figured he’d get bored of me pretty quickly but somehow that never happened.

“One day I was resting on his chest, enjoying the afterglow, and I said to him ‘I don’t get what you see in me. You know you’re the only one who wants me, right? I know for a fact that at least three guys have blown me off to use fleshlights instead. People prefer silicone to me’

“You know what he said? He just ran his fingers through my hair and said ‘I guess that makes me the only guy who knows what gold looks like.’

“So we ended up getting married. Mariam was my maid of honour and she gave a beautiful speech that made everyone cry. She ended up moving overseas after graduation and becoming a successful human rights lawyer. We still catch up sometimes.

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