Kelly was the ultimate blonde fantasy — tight, toned cheer body, perky little t**s with puffy pink n*****s, and that perfect sun-kissed skin with a teasing tan line framing her freshly shaved p***y.
She had it all: the hot boyfriend who f****d her senseless when her parents were gone, the short cheer skirt that barely covered her firm ass, and a mouth that never stopped running. Especially toward me.
She loved mocking my thick, soft body, my short stature, my jet-black emo hair, and the way I carried my weight. “I bet that fat b***h doesn’t even wash her hairy p***y,” she’d sneer. That one always cut deep. But today, I was done taking it. I wanted her to feel something she’d never forget.
I followed her home through the woods, heart pounding. Her window was unlocked, just like always.
