Today was the day that every student had to "kiss the ceiling". Kissing the ceiling is short for climb this rope or receive an "F" or fall to the floor. The teacher/football coach split and lined up the students by gender. Isabell was given the third place in line due to her low class participation. "Great, I'll be the third person to sweat out my hair." The two people ahead of her climbed the rope with no hesitation. Isabell looked up at the ceiling and jumped on the swaying rope. She felt self-conscious with the crowd below staring up at her peach shaped ass. She rang the bell and tried to quickly decend.
On her way down, Isabell's arms began to become extremely weak. She suddenly stopped and began to hang in the negative space. The crowd of students began to stare and laugh. "Keep climbing." "Why did you stop?" "Your almost halfway there." Before she could even mustard up a reply, she fell.
"Well this is how I am going to die. Atleast I told my mom that I love her." People screamed as the crowd and the ground came closer. Isabell was believed to have taking her last breaths when two open arms caught her before the ground could. She opened her eyes and was suprised to see Eric's face. She was speechless, out of all people Eric Loyd had reversed her fate. "Are you okay?" "Uhh, yeah I'm fine."
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Illegal Satisfaction
Teen Fiction"Why does this turn me on?" Isabell wondered. A normal girl who does the same old same old is taken to the unfamiliar. He will blow her mind and use her . But she loves it. He is her first and she will obey...sometimes.
