by Writing Shark
Alice at School
After class, cheerleading practice is still on the schedule for Alice and her friends, and maybe her favorite hobby will allow her to get the crazy and confusing thoughts out of her head, she hopes, but doubts it. Throughout the day, she is restless and inattentive, and of course her teachers notice. At first she wanted to go to Miss Hoover, the school’s guidance counselor, but she is the mother of Valerie and somehow Alice has a strange feeling about confiding in her. The woman is nice, but she also knows her daughter and Valerie sometimes makes life really hard for her mother.
And so she has no choice but to get through the day with the restlessness inside her. Her father believes in her and Alice wants to show him that she is a strong girl. And her father is right, of course. Alice is strong and intelligent enough to know what makes her teachers stare at her suspiciously and worried during class. Alice Winters, always polite, gracious, good-humored and reserved. Alice Winters, role model in class, interpersonally and in sports. Alice Winters who thinks of her own father when she rubs her fingers over her wet, greedy, hungry vagina like an ill-mannered, insatiable, spoiled little brat.
What would her friends think of her? Valerie would never let her forget it. And Elise? What would Connor think of me? Alice is deeply ashamed but it doesn’t help. She knows how wet she’s gotten at the thought. I’ve never gotten this far, she admits to herself, ashamed, and stops listening to her teacher talk about the colonization of Latin America. Dad said he could help me. Maybe he can help me understand all this. Alice squeezes her thighs closer together, hoping none of the other students will see, but they are too bored to notice. He seems to have no trouble making mom happy every day. Alice involuntarily thinks back to her experience, the way her dad touches her mom, how happy the woman seems and how much her dad likes to be with her. She also does everything he tells her to do. And she seems happy doing it. And she never has any trouble coming…
Nibbling on her pencil, the girl looks out the window and thinks about her parents, how they have sex and how her mother cries out her happiness so often that Alice gets all warm.
Maybe that’s their trick? Mom never seems to be able to say anything against dad when he… Is this my problem? Am I too bossy? But the teachers always say sex is a matter of choice for both partners, right? And Connor says… But dad and mom never do.
A soft sigh escapes her throat and she rubs her thighs together, hr shoes scrap over the floor. A pleasant tingle slides over her body as she thinks of the harshness with which her dad treats her mom.
Is this my fault? Am I thinking this wrong? Are my teachers wrong? Alice is too young and inexperienced and you are too strong and determined for her to do anything against you. And yet it is she herself who is taking the step without you having to force her.
If I were what dad and mom wants me to be, then…
Images from last night flicker in her mind’s eye, startling the schoolgirl. She jumps up as she imagines herself lying under her father, giving herself to him, moaning and letting him guide her completely.
“Alice, what’s wrong?” her teacher asks, looking up from his book.
“What?” The girl looks around. She didn’t realize how upright she was sitting, how tense every muscle in her body was. Alice only now realizes how wet she has become and where her hand is.
Her teacher looks at her with concern. In this day and age he would never charge her for touching herself in class, he is too afraid of the retribution of the girls’ enlightened mothers. But he eyes Alice sternly.
“Do you need a break?”
“Looks like I could use one too” laughs Valerie and the class joins in. All except Connor who looks at his best friend with concern.
Finally, Alice has made it through the regular school day and at cheerleading Valerie is all focused on outdoing her instead of exposing her. Meanwhile, Alice can barely think straight and it shows in her performance.
“Make sure we don’t get caught in the rain” laughs Valerie while Alice is on top of the pyramid. Valerie as the team leader should be more neutral, but has the authority not to be attacked. Alice grits her teeth. It was her father who brought her to the team, first to the idea of this sport and she enjoys her time here, mostly. In any case, she wants to please him. But today just nothing works out at all and soon Valerie sends her rival to the sideline with a spiteful look.
The day is definitely ruined and in her overheated state of mind Alice wants nothing more than to finally be home, safe with her father, while at the same moment images dance in her mind’s eye, her under him, him above her… inside her.
“No…” This can’t happen. Alice is a good girl!
And there’s Connor. He’s playing soccer with his friends, really just because he’s waiting for her, wants to spend time with her.
There is no one in the locker room. Everyone is still busy with normal things. And Alice is a good girl.
But not today. Today she is weak and she wants to go to her father so he can make her strong again. But first she has to prove herself to him.
The porcelain seat of the toilet is cold but she doesn’t care. She pulls up her top, her ordinary breasts annoy her but her nipples are embarrassingly stiff and pointy. She is so horny.
Then she pulls up her skirt and pushes her nylon panties aside. The panties underneath are all wet.
“Fuck…” she moans. A nasty word. Almost panicking, Alice begins to rub herself. No hesitating, she’s wet and ready and a trembling finger rubs over her swollen clit in a moment. “Fuck… C-Connor…” But it’s no use. A lone tear announces the fruitlessness of her efforts. She can’t come. There is a feeling but it is dull and distant, just present enough to remind her of her brutal cravings.
“No…” No she just has to. And she will. She can’t face her father so exhilarated and helpless. She just has to show him that his trust in her is justified.
And it works. Alice doesn’t even realize that her father is replacing Connor in her mind, just realizes that it’s working, finally working!
“Yes… yes…” Her labia twitches wantonly, her body slides across the toilet bowl as her arms and shoulders tense. Alice spreads her tights and her shoes tap against the toilet door while her legs tremble. Subconsciously she realizes that it is her own father who is making her come. She doesn’t want to, she mustn’t. She is a good girl. Almost done.
Then, as the door to the bathroom flies open, Alice doesn’t know whether to be relieved, horrified, or saddened that she’s being interrupted.
“What’s wrong Alice?” Valerie wants to know. “Did you fall in the toilet?”
The only good thing about the day is that it will soon be over and she will be back home. Alice resolves never to masturbate to your images in her head again. But she is strong and smart enough to know that she cannot.
Writing Shark 