𝘐𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦

Prologue

Ayla

I was never one who loved attention, or did everything in my power to have multiple friends to call my own. I never strove for that type of attention at school.

I had one friend, Summer who I had been friends with for as long as I could remember.

I was on my school's math Decathlon team which was currently in Paris for our finals. Which says a lot.

I didn't talk during class. I never hung out with friends. I used up all my free time working and getting homework done. I was the quiet kid, the class "nerd".

No one ever expected anything but good grades from me.

But I needed more, I always did.

But what I didn't plan on was having my legs bent to my chest as an older man I had only met a about an hour or two ago had his dick buried deep, deep, deep inside me.

Confused?

Let me explain.

Some time before:

"I know you all are responsible enough to not be wondering around on the outskirts of Paris in the middle of the night so no wondering."

Our teacher walked up to me as I shoved some of my text books into my bag.

"You did amazing today, Ayla. Saving us like that. You should be proud." She patted my shoulder. I slung my bag over my shoulder and pressed the frame of my glasses up my nose with an awkward smile.

"Thanks." I mumbled, smoothing the material of my grey long sleeve down. Then my skirt.

"Get some rest, okay? All of you get some rest! We'll meet back down here for breakfast! Ten sharp!" We all nodded and climbed our way up the stairs.

"And no roaming!"

I trotted into the elevator with some of the other students on our team and flashed them a small smile.

Sorry asses.

"That was great, Ayla! What you did!"

"Thanks." I smiled.

The doors opened, I used my keycard to unlock my hotel room while stepping in. Kicking my flats off, rubbing the sore area of my heel.

I looked at the time on the clock.

I slipped my tights off, my skirt and long sleeve off my body, leaving me in only my Lacey undergarments.

I stripped fully and stepped into the bathroom, pulling my glasses off and resting them on the counter.

I took a quick shower and stepped out, wrapping my wet body within a towel. I stepped back out into my room and pulled some articles from my suitcase.

Stepping into the bathroom I dried my body and moisturized my dry skin.

I stared at my body in the mirror.

When I was younger I hated my body, hated my face, my nose, my hair. I'm not saying presently I am completely content with my body but I have definitely came to terms with my features.