Fantasy Musings

I was raised to be really polite to girls. I grew up as a good friend to a lot of girls…lots of them thought of me more as a brother, and came to cry on my shoulder about their romantic troubles, etc. The point of saying this is that I love girls, and I have never understood guys who call them bitches and ho’s. It’s just not a part of me.

Howver, if I was ever going to describe a girl using the B word, it would probably be Rachel. Rachel was a girl from school…and a very odd one at that. I wouldn’t even know who to compare her to. Her family was very religious…one of the branches that believes that girls don’t cut their hair or wear makeup. Holiness, or something like that. I heard her say it once, but I forgot.

Anyway…Rachel was really rude. No one liked her. Basically, any time she heard people talk about themselves or their friends, she would tell them they were sinners and they were going to hell. I kid you not. Very strange behavior. I mean…if she had just thought it and not said it…I guess it wouldn’t have been so "in your face". But, I guess that’s not the way she believed that she was supposed to do it. Needless to say, there were NO groups with which she fit in. Not girls or guys…just nobody.

Rachel and I were in the same science class, and we were all assigned to different groups to work on a project. Since some of the work would be done outside class hours, the teacher passed out a signup sheet and suggested that we exchange phone numbers and email addresses. Rachel wasn’t in my group, but I saw the list when it was passed around and made a note of her email…which was a yahoo email account. To be quite honest, I was surprised that her family had the internet or a computer…because of all the sinful stuff that can crawl out of it and infect you. But anyway…

One day, she really pissed off one of my friends who had just been involved in a breakup…so I had been stewing about it for awhile. I thought….I wonder…what are the chances? So I logged onto Yahoo IM under one of my "play around" names (the ones where I am completely anonymous to everyone…), and I tried adding her as a friend. I didn’t identify myself or anything. Just sent the request…then went off to do some other stuff online. Within 15 minutes or so, she added me as a friend as well….and sent me a message: "Who is this?"

I said that my name was Jeff, and I had seen her email somewhere…and just thought I’d send a message and see if she was in the mood to talk. She said she was kinda busy, but she had a little bit. So we just talked about stuff….nothing special. She went off on a few rants about things she didn’t agree with, etc. I figured I’d give her a chance to get some of that stuff out of her system. So I asked her some questions and egged her on for awhile…disagreed with her enough to get her mad, and then let her vent for a bit.

Funny thing about Rachel was…even without the makeup, she was very attactive. True, it was hard to look past the no makeup, the long dresses, the white blouses everyday, etc. But you could still tell she was built very nicely under all that…which made it extra sad that she acted like such a jerk. I had no clue how many people she’d ever talked to before online…and what she’d been exposed to…so I just threw out a fishing line.

"So…what are you wearing this afternoon?" (even though, of course, I had seen her about 2 hours earlier)

She told me just what I expected to hear. A white blouse, a long brown skirt, etc, etc. So I pulled out the usual chat line. "Sounds nice. Wish I could see for myself."

She told me that her older brother had gotten a camera, and even showed her how to turn it on, but she wasn’t sure if she remembered. She played with it for a couple minutes and eventually figured it out. She turned it on….then moved it around so it was pointed toward her, etc. "Wow, I said. You didn’t tell me you were pretty, too."

She said, "Well, external beauty isn’t important. But thank you for saying so."

I asked how long her skirt was, and she told me. And I said that no girls I knew wore clothes like that to school. So she stood and showed me how long it was. I said that it seemed like it would be uncomfortable, and she said that it wasn’t, really. She kinda liked it. So I asked her what she wore underneath…if she wore "daring" underwear like a thong. And she said no, she wore white cotton panties…she had never worn a thong. I started teasing her and told her that I bet she really DID have a thong under there…since the skirt was so long that nobody would ever know. I pushed it a bit until I made her mad. She said I was wrong, and I was being mean. And I told her that, if she wanted me to believe her, she could just show me. She bit her lip for a couple seconds….then stood up and pulled her skirt up around her waist. She held it up there and turned around slowly…all the way around…so I could see. I couldn’t believe she had gone this far.

And I said, "Wow…you were telling the truth. I guess I was completely wrong. I apologize." And she laughed and said, "Hey, you don’t get off that easy. Tell me what you’re wearing." And I told her a tshirt and some gym shorts. And she said…"And…? What underneath?" And I answered, "Oh…under the gym shorts? Nothing. I’m wearing them kinda like boxer shorts. I’ll put something on under if I have to go out somewhere and want to wear them…that’s all."

She said, "I….I don’t believe you. Nobody goes without underwear." I said, "Of course they do. It’s called going ‘commando’." She laughed and said, "You’re just making that up." And I said, "I’m not. I can show you if you want." She paused and bit her lip again. Then typed, "OK."

Now up to this point, I had not turned my cam on. And, in fact, I couldn’t, if I was gonna bring this girl down a couple notches. She couldn’t know that I knew who she was…she would have clammed up instantly. But I turned on the cam pointed at my waist…then stood and adjusted it a bit…and slid my gym shorts down to my knees. Apparently, she hadn’t seen her brother get out of the shower, because she sat and looked at it like she’d never seen anything like it before. I said, "So….?" She said, "OK, I was wrong, too." So I pulled my shorts back up, tilted the camera down and sat back down. I said, "Now, it’s your turn again. Show me what’s under your top."

By this time, I think she was just getting into the spirit of things. She unbuttoned the blouse and opened it wide, revealing a nice full chest with your basic white bra. I said, "And…? Underneath that?" I figured this was this test. If she balked, the game was probably over. But, as I said, I think she was past the point of thinking, and was just going with the flow. She reached behind and unhooked the bra, and slid it down, revealing a really spectacular set of tits. Real full, with beautiful nipples. Just perfect. Who woulda thunk it of the little church girl?

I told her that it was very sexy, and that she was having a real effect on me. She said, "What do you mean?" And I said I was getting turned on. She asked, "What does THAT mean?" And I said, "You really don’t know, do you?" And she said, "No. Explain it to me." I told her that it would be easier to show her. And she said, "That’s fine." So I sat back a little and spread my legs a bit…and slid my cock out of the left leg hole of my gym shorts. I pulled the bottom of the shorts up on that side so she could get an idea of the size. "Do you see a difference?", I asked. She said it seemed bigger. And I said that looking at her breasts had made me that way. She smiled and said, "Really…?"

I said, "Why don’t you pull your skirt up again and show me what’s under your panties?" And she stood and slid it up…then sat down again. I said, "Just pull the panties to the side there in the front." She did. I told her how beautiful it was. I told her that I was getting too excited watching her. "Rub yourself there," I said. And she did…slowly…and I noticed her watching me as I started stroking my cock for her.

We both got off within a few minutes, and I held my cum up to the cam because she said she wanted to see what it looked like. All in all, it was a very satisfying experience for both of us. I can’t say for sure…but I think it was her first time doing anything quite like that.

After that, whenever I heard her ranting at people, I couldn’t take her seriously at all…because I knew what no one else did: That at least for one day, for one hour or so…she was no better than any one of the rest of us.