Malicious Lullaby
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- On my knees, in between his legs.
While practically everyone at her school was sexing it up and having good times, Teagan was doing her best to avoid just that. To her she found nothing exhilarating about it and didn't want to get involved at all. To her, sex was supposed to be meaningful, an act of love and not just something to do when someone was bored. However, no one seemed to believe that concept this generation anymore. Now, it was all about how many girls a guy can fuck and to girls it was which guy is worthy to lose her virginity to so she isn't the only virgin anymore. Nonsense...
Walking out of her classroom, her last class of the day, Teagan Johnson strode to her locker and she turned the dial some ways before it clicked and opened. Pulling it open, she started filing in some of her books into it before slamming it shut. Taking out her phone, she leaned against the lockers and then looked through her texts. She had a lot of them. She always did.
While she may still be a virgin, it didn't mean her social status in high school was totally zero. People knew who she was and she liked that. She liked to be known and she had a lot of friends. Two very close and good friends, one of which she went all the way back to diapers with. Soul friends. Teagan had long silky but very voluminous black hair, naturally wavy but she tended to straighten it a lot. She wore an orange tank top under a gray hoodie and wore ripped faded blue skinny jeans with black and white Chuck Taylor's that had random coloring on it from her own hand out of boredom. Slung on her shoulder was her tanned messenger bag that was decorated with several pins and buttons. Her right leg bent back against the lockers while her fingers hastily tapped over the QWERTY key pad on her Pantech Slate. Not the best phone as it was no Blackberry but it was very thin, had a perfect key pad for a crazy texter like her and really that was all she needed.
Walking out of her classroom, her last class of the day, Teagan Johnson strode to her locker and she turned the dial some ways before it clicked and opened. Pulling it open, she started filing in some of her books into it before slamming it shut. Taking out her phone, she leaned against the lockers and then looked through her texts. She had a lot of them. She always did.
While she may still be a virgin, it didn't mean her social status in high school was totally zero. People knew who she was and she liked that. She liked to be known and she had a lot of friends. Two very close and good friends, one of which she went all the way back to diapers with. Soul friends. Teagan had long silky but very voluminous black hair, naturally wavy but she tended to straighten it a lot. She wore an orange tank top under a gray hoodie and wore ripped faded blue skinny jeans with black and white Chuck Taylor's that had random coloring on it from her own hand out of boredom. Slung on her shoulder was her tanned messenger bag that was decorated with several pins and buttons. Her right leg bent back against the lockers while her fingers hastily tapped over the QWERTY key pad on her Pantech Slate. Not the best phone as it was no Blackberry but it was very thin, had a perfect key pad for a crazy texter like her and really that was all she needed.