My Dirty Mind (It's back!!!)

New School, Old Memories (Straight)

18+! Just like everyone in this story. I hope you enjoy my dirty mind...

Brittany
"He's got to be gay. There's no other excuse."
I rolled my eyes at her. "He's not gay. I can feel it."
Jesse turned to me, shoulders drooping. "Just about every girl in this school has made a pass at him. And nobody has succeeded. What else could it be?"
I leaned back in my seat, biting my lip as I stared across the room. "Maybe we're just using the wrong approach."
She sighed and laid her head on the wall next to me. "And what approach should we be using?"
I chewed on my lip some more. He'd been at the school for just a little more than two weeks. Dustian Parker. He was by far the cutest boy to ever walk the halls of our school. He had an easy smile and cheerful blue eyes. He was helpful and adorable and an absolute sweetheart. And every damn girl wanted to get him into their bed.
It had started the first time he walked into class. I'd never heard so many girls sit up in their desks so quickly. It was something about him. Compared to every sleazeball that had gone to the school before, his cute and innocent demeanor was a breath of fresh air. "Innocent."
She turned to me, furrowing her brow. "Huh?"
I waved her off, staring at him. His gentle way of moving, the way his head dropped whenever someone talked to him, the way his cheeks turned the cutest shade of pink. "I... I think he's a bottom."
That got her attention. "Really? You think he's a bottom. It's a possibility I guess. If that's the case though, we'd certainly be able to have fun with him. Do you have an idea about how to prove it?"
I watched him for a few more seconds as he bent over, picking up a pencil for a girl. "Oh yeah. I've got an idea." She looked at me and I smirked.

Dustian
"Thank you so much Dustian."
I smiled and handed her the pencil. "You're welcome Mary."
She smiled happily and giggled a little. "You know, I'm free on Friday night. I-if you are."
I blushed a little and looked down. "Thank you for the offer. I'll have to pass though."
Her smile faltered for a second and then she managed to get it back to full force. "Oh. Maybe another time then?"
I hesitated for a second and then nodded. "Maybe another time."
Her smile somehow brightened and I walked away, letting out a quiet sigh. She was nice enough I guess, but she just wasn't my type. Neither were any of the other girls who kept hitting on me. There was no end to them.
I walked into the hall, resting my head against the wall. "Why can't I ever catch a break?" I mumbled against the wall.
"It's because of your cute little ass." I jumped and tried to turn around, but I felt a pair of strong arms pin me to the wall, a second set pulling my arms above my head.
I tried to pull away and then I yelped, heat rushing into my cheeks. "Try to pull away from us again, and you'll get a lot worse than a simple spanking. Do you understand?"
I nodded and one of the hands on my back disappeared, fisting my hair and pulling back. I gasped, my eyes fluttering a little. "You have a voice don't you? Use it."
"Y-yes."
The hand in my hair yanked back and I gasped again. "I know you're smarter then that slut."
That did it. I felt my breath hitching and I nodded as best as I could. "Y-yes M-Mistress."
They giggled and I blushed darkly, squeezing my eyes shut. "I guess you were right. He's just a cute little slut." Why the hell couldn't I figure out who they were? I've been here at two weeks. I've met everyone, heard everyone, and yet I couldn't place their voices.
I felt a pair of lips press against my ear and a hand started groping my ass. I shuddered in pleasure, my legs starting to shake. "Be a good little whore and listen closely. You're going to be at the park at 4:15 on the dot. You're going to sit on the bench next to the old ice cream stand with your head down. Once we're ready, we'll get you and take you somewhere for a fun time. Are you keeping track or do you need to take notes?"
I panted softly and shook my head. "I-I understand M-M-Mistress."
They giggled again and I felt one of them trace their lips along my neck. I gasped in pleasure and tried to keep my knees from knocking together. "Don't be late."
Before I could react they had pulled away. My legs gave out and I fell to my knees, shuddering. They giggled and I heard them walking back into the classroom. I couldn't even force myself to look up and see who it was. Why the hell is everyone so damned obsessed with me?