Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Elsa was a fairly popular girl throughout her entire high school career. She dressed on the preppy side, preferring cute Bermuda shorts and polos to the typical baggy jeans and t-shirt of the high school crowd. She kept her dark brown hair to shoulder length, taking care to brush and condition it thoroughly. She had honey brown eyes which were usually soft and caring, though like every other high school girl, she had a tendency to stretch her claws out. She was an athletic girl and kept fit, but she was by no means a stick figure. She had an ample booty and strong thighs, her breasts a decent size. The one thing about her body that bothered her was her hips: they were wide. Boys seemed to enjoy that, but it automatically upped her pants size.
During first three years of high school Elsa was primarily kept occupied by controlling jock boyfriends who would barely let her look in the direction of another boy, let alone talk to one. By the time she was a senior sheâ??d finally broken free from a string of bad relationships. In fact, her interests had begun to change. Sheâ??d begun to notice a boy named Allan who was in her English class. Sheâ??d always loved English, though sheâ??d been encouraged by every boyfriend sheâ??d had to forget about school and focus instead of being a good girlfriend, and in the future, a good wife.
Allan seemed different to her. First of all, he wasnâ??t part of her crowd. He was one of those artsy-gothic kids who either kept to himself or was outside in a little huddle with the rest of the â??outcastsâ??. Sheâ??d grown fond of him immediately, the first moment she spoke to him. She wondered why itâ??d taken her so long to notice him, it wasnâ??t like he hadnâ??t gone to the same school as her for years.
One afternoon she decided to finally approach him. Sheâ??d never been one to approach a boy, but she felt like this relationship would be different, if one ever came about. She went up to him after school one day, her heart beating wildly as the seconds counted down.
â??Hey Allan,â? she said with a smile. â??Listen, I was wonderingâ?¦do you want to go out this Friday?â? she paused, waiting for an answer. He didnâ??t even look up at her. Her entire group of friends were standing behind her and they all burst out in laughter. Her face flushed and she turned around, storming to her car and driving away.
She didnâ??t even try to talk to Allan again for the rest of the year. On graduation day she decided that sheâ??d try to at least talk to him once moreâ?¦but he didnâ??t show. She tried to find him, but apparently all records of him had been erased. That was strange. She searched high and low for him for half of the summer, finally discovering that he lived alone in a mansion outside of town.
It took her awhile, but Elsa eventually decided that sheâ??d go visit him. She felt that theyâ??d ended whatever skewed relationship they had in a terrible way, and it was her fault. She arrived at his house with a large purse slung over her shoulder. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she wore little dangly earrings. She wore a bright pink polo and blue Bermuda shorts, her sandals matching her shirt. She rung the doorbell and waited anxiously. Either he would open the door and invite her in, or slam it in her face. She could only pray for the former now.
During first three years of high school Elsa was primarily kept occupied by controlling jock boyfriends who would barely let her look in the direction of another boy, let alone talk to one. By the time she was a senior sheâ??d finally broken free from a string of bad relationships. In fact, her interests had begun to change. Sheâ??d begun to notice a boy named Allan who was in her English class. Sheâ??d always loved English, though sheâ??d been encouraged by every boyfriend sheâ??d had to forget about school and focus instead of being a good girlfriend, and in the future, a good wife.
Allan seemed different to her. First of all, he wasnâ??t part of her crowd. He was one of those artsy-gothic kids who either kept to himself or was outside in a little huddle with the rest of the â??outcastsâ??. Sheâ??d grown fond of him immediately, the first moment she spoke to him. She wondered why itâ??d taken her so long to notice him, it wasnâ??t like he hadnâ??t gone to the same school as her for years.
One afternoon she decided to finally approach him. Sheâ??d never been one to approach a boy, but she felt like this relationship would be different, if one ever came about. She went up to him after school one day, her heart beating wildly as the seconds counted down.
â??Hey Allan,â? she said with a smile. â??Listen, I was wonderingâ?¦do you want to go out this Friday?â? she paused, waiting for an answer. He didnâ??t even look up at her. Her entire group of friends were standing behind her and they all burst out in laughter. Her face flushed and she turned around, storming to her car and driving away.
She didnâ??t even try to talk to Allan again for the rest of the year. On graduation day she decided that sheâ??d try to at least talk to him once moreâ?¦but he didnâ??t show. She tried to find him, but apparently all records of him had been erased. That was strange. She searched high and low for him for half of the summer, finally discovering that he lived alone in a mansion outside of town.
It took her awhile, but Elsa eventually decided that sheâ??d go visit him. She felt that theyâ??d ended whatever skewed relationship they had in a terrible way, and it was her fault. She arrived at his house with a large purse slung over her shoulder. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she wore little dangly earrings. She wore a bright pink polo and blue Bermuda shorts, her sandals matching her shirt. She rung the doorbell and waited anxiously. Either he would open the door and invite her in, or slam it in her face. She could only pray for the former now.
