Waiting

October 8, 2007 – 10:00 am

I was a freshman, waiting to be discovered. That’s what it felt like.
I’m sure you understand. Every 19 year old thinks she’s destined for
greatness and we don’t have to look for it, it’ll find us.

What found me was Michaela.

She was singing with a band called ‘Remote Control’ in an underground
club not far from campus. They played covers of old Meat Puppets, The
Clash, and English Beat. Stuff like that.

You haven’t heard ‘Straight to Hell’ until Michaela sings it, accompanied
by a 12 string guitar and a lethargic drummer. It’s torturously
beautiful. The first time I heard it I wondered if I was in the right
place.

It reeked of cloves, trendy cigarettes burning like incense between
red lips. No Goths allowed, but they let me in anyway. With my black
lips and pierced nose. Short black hair edged blue like my eyes. I had
eyes that belonged to an angel, bright and innocent and made for
lying.

I could say anything and my eyes would swear it was the truth.

Guys were hitting on me, cause it was that kind of place. College.
Open season on girls and we didn’t mind. Any girl dumb enough to go
out by herself, she was asking for it. I was down there practically
begging.

“Vodka…” Michaela was behind me, taking a break and getting something to
drink.

“You want something?” She asked.

It took me a second to realize she was talking to me. I was busy
talking to some guy named Howie.

“What?” I turned my head, feeling her hand on my shoulder.

“You want something to drink?” She repeated and the bartender was
waiting.

“Yeah, whatever.” I shrugged, turning back to Howie and his barely
clever innuendos. He was cute anyway and…

“You don’t need him.” Michaela touched me again. “My dick’s bigger than
his.”

“Really?” I smiled. I wasn’t sure if I should be amused or annoyed. I
wasn’t lez, but I wasn’t a flaming hetero either.

“Hey…” Howie didn’t like the interruption.

“What, you wanna step outside?” Michaela leaned closer. It was clear that
this punked-out girl, looking like Snow White on crack, wouldn’t mind
kicking Howie’s ass right then.

He picked up his drink and walked away.

“See?” The young woman nodded. “I gotta do one more set and then we’ll
go to my place.

That was how I ended up with Michaela.

She was small and thin, a little demon with her black hair all over
the place. Leather pants and a black bra on her white skin. She was
beautiful like a fire.

“I’m gonna fuck you.” Michaela pulled me along the street.

“You talk like a guy.” I giggled.

“How do girls talk?”

“I dunno.” I shrugged.

“Say something girly for me.” Michaela stopped suddenly, staring at me.

“We can still be friends.” I said softly, giving her my eyes.

We stared at each other for 3 long heartbeats.

“Oh fuck me!” Michaela laughed. “I’m gonna spank you for that!”

She pulled me into another club.

It was a strip club. The bouncer licked his lips and Michaela was all the
ID he needed.. Some girl danced on stage, licking chrome. A dozen guys
watched, hooting and tossing money, but mostly drinking and giving us
the eye as we walked past.

“In here…” Michaela pulled me into the bathroom, dingy and green with a
yellow tile floor. No stalls. A toilet against the wall and a sink in
the corner.

“What’s this?” I laughed and she slapped my face hard.

I blinked at her, feeling my eyes water and my skin burn.

“My bedroom.” Michaela sat on the toilet seat in her leather hipsters,
pulling me down.

I was bigger than her, a little, but not really. Not like it mattered.
She put me across her thighs and I didn’t stop her. I was hot all
over, burning and my tits ached like was 12 again. She yanked my skirt
up one way, my black panties down the other.

I glanced over my shoulder at her, licking my lips and nodding.

“What?” She rubbed my ass, playing with it.

“Spank me.”

“Say it again.”

“Spank me…” I said louder. “…Please.”

“You’re my girly bitch, huh?”

“Yeah.” I nodded.

“Say it.”

“I’m your…”

“Girly…”

“Girly…Bitch.”

“…Bitch.”

“Yeah.” I stared into her dark eyes.

“Yeah.” Michaela spanked my ass hard.

She never made a promise she couldn’t keep, and my ass was red and
hot. I was squirming beneath her. I gasped moaned and sobbed, which
was all she wanted from me.

“Sweet…” She breathed, her small tits heaving under her top and I
was wet all over. My face, my body, my cunt all crying for her.

She fucked my pussy slowly, pushing a finger inside me and I spread my
thighs, arching my back and feeling that lingering pain in my ass. She
worked me nice too, in and out, massaging my cunt, my clit, pulling
her fingers out and pushing them back in. I was lifting my ass to find
her, to get more, but she wasn’t going to let me cum. Not yet.

“Move…” Michaela stood up.

I took her place on that dirty toilet. My panties around one ankle, my
skirt bunched around my waist. I leaned back against the cold damp
wall behind me, showing off my pussy.

Michaela opened her pants, like a boy would, pulling them down her pale
thighs, exposing her ruddy cunt. She pulled at her lips and started
pissing, baptizing me, soaking my body and making a mess. I smiled and
giggled, playing my fingers under the stream, rubbing her piss over my
cunt, over my breasts and mouth. Tasting her. Loving her.

“Am I beautiful?”

“Fuck yeah.” Michaela reached for me, pulling my kiss to her dripping
cunt.

I was 19 when greatness found me and I’ve been with her ever since.