School Girls' Stories - New Generation

Sorry about the wait everyone. I hope you don\'t have to wait this long for the next chapter, actually I doubt you will have to, but tonight this is all that is going up. Yuna makes a comment about \'the fat one\' in this chapter. I just want to make it clear that it his HER superficial discrimination and in no way reflects the thoughts of the author. Yuna is her own person... though created by me. I shouldn\'t write these pre-chapters unless I\'m fully awake. Nighty night!

Chapter 14 – Weekend Plans

Yuna dropped her bag on the floor of the cabin and let out an exasperated cry of denial as she looked into the small little place where she was staying with six men and one other woman. It was not the idea of six men surrounding her, it was the one woman, a woman whom she wanted to ring by her little neck, that had her staring in appalling silence before crying, “What is she doing here?”

“Why, I was invited,” Bliss said in a haughty tone that had Yuna and her blonde hair rising to the occasion to step over and smack the girl clad in all black, looking snug as a bug in a rug in the crook of Daniel’s arm. “Waza thought I could use the getaway after last weekend.”

Yuna bristled. She knew about what happened, in short pointed details, thanks to Harmony and Sora’s continuing friendship. Because her mother threatened to rip her tongue out with a hot poker if she let on to anyone besides the family, and apparently Bliss the Bitch was family, what she knew Yuna had kept pleasantly silent. She wondered if Bliss had been threatened the same way, but she doubted it. Shai coddled her children while Yuki came down much harder on them, at least in Yuna’s opinion.

“Waza,” Yuna cried, turning to him and looking snippy. “I thought you said this was supposed to be us this weekend.”

“Yuna, you are making a scene,” he said casually, lifting up the bag she had dropped and throwing it over her shoulder. “You knew I wanted to come up here with the chess club so we could get some practice in. And you knew I invited you up here because I enjoy your company,” oh she knew the real reason behind that invite, “but Bliss is also my friend and she needed a getaway. Besides, you two will hardly come in contact with one another. Bliss and Daniel plan on taking a hike through the forest, and I know you would not want to break a manicured nail, so you can read or soak in the hot tub while we play.”

Yuna felt as if everything had suddenly gone completely wrong. She had not heard of any of these plans and suddenly they were being thrown at her. It had taken her hours to convince her mother to let her come to the cabin in the woods of Wisconsin alone with a bunch of boys. Had her mom known Bliss would be there too, and Bliss being the wholesome virtuous girl she was, was that the deciding factor in Yuna’s right to go? If that had been the case Yuna would have rather have stayed home.

“Don’t just stand there,” Bliss said, sauntering over to her ‘cousin’. “You should make yourself useful. I promise not to be in your way, we are going for a walk. You are free to stay here.”

Bliss and Daniel walked out, looking cozy in their warm clothing, both of them smiling and looking closer than they had last week. He was supposed to be mad at Bliss, that was what he had told Tiera. He could not forgive her for not calling him, that was what he said, the words straight from his mouth. What had she done to make him forgive her so easily? Maybe Bliss was not so pure after all!

“Come on, Yuna,” Waza said, grabbing her hand. “Let me show you where we will be staying. Guys, I’ll be right back.”

Yuna and Waza walked to the back of the cabin, finding a room that was quaintly located under the stairs that lead to the second floor. The rest of the rooms were spread out along the second floor. At least they would have some privacy tonight.

“I don’t know why you invited me here,” Yuna huffed and puffed, and she would have blown the whole cabin down with her raging tornado of a temper if Waza had not leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips, calming the winds and bringing Yuna back to at least a decent woman for a moment.

“Because, darling, I have something… intimate, I would like to ask of you,” Waza said. “You once said you were willing to do anything for me, and, I have a bit of a favor to ask…”

~*~

“Let’s go into that café,” Bliss suggested, pointing to the little café as she shivered.

“We are covered in mud,” Daniel pointed out. “I am sure they won’t be very appreciative of us coming in and soiling their booths.”

“I’m freezing,” Bliss said stubbornly, “and I am not going back through those woods again until I have some cocoa or coffee or boiling hot water. I care not which it is, I just need it in my system.” She began to stomp off without him, much to his chagrin.

Daniel followed her into the café, Bliss quickly finding a booth she liked and slipping in, wrapping her arms around her body. The waitress who immediately came up and began filling their coffee cups offered them a warmer smile than Daniel expected to see. “You aren’t the first to come out of that forest and just want coffee,” she explained. “It’s a nice hike, but it gets cold in there, like there are ghosts haunting it.”

“Are you serious?” Daniel asked incredulously. Bliss’s foot caught him hard in the calf and he nearly banged his head on the table as he went to grab the throbbing part of his body.

“No mind, no mind,” the waitress said. “No one believes in ghosts or hauntings anymore, but you know there’s a street up the road where people believe they saw a werewolf once. It is the only real documentation of people believing it’s a werewolf, constantly. But you don’t want to hear about that. Will it just be coffee for you two, or you want something to eat too?” She never lost her smile, and she did not look like she wanted to string Daniel up by the toes, as Bliss was almost dying to do.

“Just coffee.”

“Something to eat.”

Bliss and Daniel looked to each other, and he sighed, resigned. “Something to eat.”

“You seem to be in a hurry to go back,” Bliss pointed out once the waitress had taken her leave, with Bliss’s large order and Daniel’s small askance for a chicken salad sandwich.

“You seem to be stalling in my attempt to get you back,” Daniel retorted.

“I am,” she admitted, “but not for the reason you think. Waza wants us to stay out of the house as late as possible. I think it would be the best idea.”

“What? Why?”

Bliss just smiled knowingly. She was grateful when the waitress brought her food and she instantly began to eat, her body burning more than usual. She seemed to be working on adrenaline alone, her thought process slowed to a sputtering stop since her true mom had visited her and portrayed a woman that seemed anything but related to Bliss. Bliss was nearly too distracted with her food to notice someone walk in, someone in a leather jacket with blonde bleached hair, and older gentleman, not elderly, but older, probably in his forties. Bliss did not know what it was about him that had her head snapping upwards to gaze at him. Was he handsome? A bit. Was he cool? Definitely. But it was something familiar about him that had her tilting her head to the side and wondering where she could have thought he looked familiar.

“If you stare at him any harder you are going to bore a hole right through him,” Daniel commented jealously as he took a gulp of his coffee. When the burning liquid slid down his throat he realized he had been colder than he thought.

“He looks familiar,” Bliss admitted as the man took a seat. The waitress automatically brought him a cup of coffee and a glass of water, like it was what she knew he wanted. He smiled at her and thanked her, gray eyes dull in the dreary café lights. It was not until he met her eyes, gray eyes for gray eyes, that she knew what it was she recognized about him.

“Daniel, excuse me one second,” Bliss said, sliding out of the booth, not listening to a word that had been spouting from his mouth. She walked over towards the man with a purpose, glancing down at him with intent.

“Excuse me,” Bliss said, stepping up to him and bowing politely. “I’m sorry to interrupt you while you were having a meal, but your name would not be Nakago by any chance, would it?”

“I have not been called that name in a long time,” the man laughed through a silky voice. He flipped back a strand of blonde hair, showing the black roots underneath, and something in the flip was highly sensual, though she was sure it was not for her benefit. “But, it is my real name.”

“Oh, well, my name is Bliss.”

“I know,” he told her with a smile. “I knew the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Bliss shifted from one foot to another, then took a step back when he offered to say nothing more to her. “Well, I just, I thought I would introduce myself. It was… nice seeing you.”

Bliss turned around, waiting for him to call her back, hoping he would treat her like a father would treat her, hoping that one of her parents, though twisted, was remotely normal. He did not. He let her walk away and sit back in the booth across from Daniel. He let her go and when she looked up to glance at him again he had his head down, reading the newspaper. “Let’s go,” Bliss said suddenly to Daniel. “I… don’t want to finish my food.”

“What did you say to that guy?” Daniel asked, following Bliss as she threw too many bills on the table to cover the cost of the food they had eaten.

“It’s nothing important,” Bliss said, feeling the burning tears that threatened in her eyes. “It’s… I just want to go back.”
“What happened to stalling?” Daniel asked.

“I’ll stall you in the woods,” she announced and then was out the door into the biting Autumn air that seemed unforgiving to her burning body.

~*~

Yuna could not relax. She had been told she could go anywhere through out the cabin, she could go to the hot tub, she could even drive up to town, but she was afraid if she drove that she would run away. She always knew Waza was… adventurous, but she had never known he was so… All of the pot must be going to his head. He was smarter than this, and he loved her, didn’t he, so why would he agree to something, much less force her to agree to something?

Yuna wrung her hands. Why had she said yes? How had she agreed to something like this? What should she wear? Did it matter what she wore? Would anyone notice?

Yuna jumped up from the bed and rummaged through her bag. She had brought a few nice, sexy, lingerie type things, but now that she looked at them they were nothing special. After all, her mother believed she was too young to have such sexy things, and hated enough that she was a cheerleader, and told her constantly. Her dad was much more supportive of her role as cheerleader, but not in front of her mother. He always winked behind her mom’s back, or told her when no one else was around that he was proud of her, and so he was the reason she had lingerie in the first place and not Grandma cotton undies.

Yuna was just deciding on an outfit when the door opened and she nearly threw the clothes back into the bag as she jumped in shock back onto the bed, instead holding the silky nothings to her chest and staring at Waza, who had a knowing grin on his face. He stepped in the room and closed the door behind him and Yuna began to think, maybe, just perhaps, the whole thing had been a big joke on her. He had not really meant what he asked of her.

“You know how the chess club is, they are all virgins, and none of them can find a girlfriend.”

“You can,” Yuna pointed out, not sure she liked where this conversation was going.

“But I’m better than them,” Waza laughed. “I have something none of them will have, and that is manipulation, and my darling I would like to manipulate you into something.”

“What?”

“I wanted to see if you were ready,” Waza pointed out.

Yuna nearly shrieked out, “How can someone be ready for this?” but instead it came out as a meek, “Yes.” What? That was not what she had meant to say. She tried to take it back, dropping the lingerie on the bed, but Waza had already opened the door and suddenly the room was filled with four other men. Five men stared over at her, and it all happened much faster than was normal, at least she assumed. She thought it would be slow motion, she thought it would happen sensually and it would stick in her mind forever. No, this was different. One minute she was kneeling on the bed, the next she was being pushed onto the bed by too many hands, her clothes being pulled from her body forcefully as Waza leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth. She melted, and hated herself for it.

Something about Waza always took over her better judgment and she hated herself for it. If he asked her to jump off a cliff, she would do it. If he told her to kneel in the fires of Hell, she would. And if he asked her to spread her legs for four of his chess buddies, she would.

She was naked quickly and much to her chagrin it was not Waza who was the first to kneel between her legs, it was the fattest man on the chess club, a man she ridiculed silently behind his back. She wanted to yell out in disgust, to cry out and tell him that no woman would ever want him, but then he was pushing into her, sliding inside of her, bigger than she would have expected him to be. He rubbed inside of her, roughly, for she was not wet enough. Only Waza’s kisses had started to cause her to grow wet, but not enough that she was ready for the friction between her legs.

The fat man pushed in and out of her, grunting a bit under the strain of a pressure he had never felt before. She was surprised there was no more excitement from him, she expected him to cum quickly, her being his first time, but he insisted on continuing his thrusting into her body, puncturing her, pushing deep and making her dry up quickly. It became painful, but she bore it, for Waza, thrusting her own hips up to him while the other men watched, growing hard, growing needy.

The fat man finished, pulling out of her and leaking on the blankets. She was disgusted, and she was almost sure the next guy would be as well, but she was wrong. The next man, still not Waza, a scrawny man who was shorter than her, kneeled before her, pulling her towards him, rubbing his cock against her pussy, letting the head toy with her clit. It brought a shudder through her, an urge, and once again she was not as dry as she had been before. He was a little more careful with her, guiding his cock into her pussy, letting it slide deep inside, slowly, driving her wild, and she hated herself for enjoying it. While he slid into her Waza and another one of the chess club champions came up to her chest, pressing against her modest chest, playing with her nipples, toying with them until they grew hard. The tingling sensation from their hands rushed through her body to her abdomen, causing her to tighten her pelvis around the man’s cock, which made him cry out happily as he thrust harder into her.

She continued this, her body growing dry then wet, dry then wet, as the other two men thrust in her, one too large and stretching her further than the others could have dreamed of. It was too bad he was a nerd because he would have been quite popular with the girls with that sizeable donation. Yuna began to enjoy herself, the feel of four men have fucked her, thrusting in and out, rubbing against her walls, watching her enjoy herself, and watching each other enjoy her.

Waza, her lover, was last, thrusting her onto her stomach, running his fingers along her pussy to her ass, gripping her ass tightly before thrusting into her pussy from behind. She did not know why but this position was her favorite, Waza pushing so deeply in he thrust against her cervix, rubbing the head against it, pushing deeper and deeper, moving faster and faster, almost at a speed she could never dream to match. Something about Waza fucking her was frantic, hard, always like he was in a hurry though he took the longest of the others to fuck her and make her feel good. He moved in and out of her, touching every part of her inside, rubbing against smooth walls that were growing sore from all of the movement.

When it was finished two of the men wanted to go again, and Yuna, who was tired and sweaty, was too tired and too quiet, and too obedient to Waza, to say no. One entered her pussy again, drawing her on top of him, using his grip on her ass to move her up and down, something he never learned from fucking and had to have learned from a porn movie. She moved as best she could, though her energy was draining and now she only hurt. He moved her, up and down, in and out, until the next one tore her out of his arms and began thrusting inside of her, too soon, as she was only half on the bed and they both fell to the floor. She felt her back rubbing against the rug, and still she fucked him back, tightening her legs around him, letting all of her energy drain out of her body as they all finished.

She did not know when they all left, she just knew that suddenly she was alone, not even Waza there to comfort her.

~*~

“I can’t believe you did that,” Bliss whispered to Waza sometime in the night as they walked the cabin together.

“It gets worse,” Waza admitted, “but I can’t tell you. You might start to get some family values on me.”

“With Yuna, never,” Bliss laughed.

“Oh, well then, I think you might be able to help me.”