First Ball Bust

First Ball Bust (fm-teens, voy, v, no sex)

by Rachael (rache18us@yahoo.com)

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Disclaimer: Almost a true story in many ways, but 
more humorous than what really happened. It's my 
story, if you want one... Write your own. Intended 
for mature audiences. Girls, don't kick boys in the 
balls too much. Once or twice is fine. You teenage 
boys reading this: RUN! 

Written 2000 in Seattle I think

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I want to tell you about something which happened 
when I was 14. It changed my life and I think you'll 
enjoy it. I was in 8th grade and I was just learning 
the facts of life. I didn't really have a boy friend 
yet, but there were one or two guys I definitely 
thought about a little too much! Unfortunately one of 
them was not John!

But he had a crush on me! I was no longer a child, 
but I wasn't a woman yet either. I was skinny, with 
small breasts and thin, toned legs. I wore my hair 
long, in a ponytail usually. I guess I was a typical 
teenage girl. John was a typical 14-year-old boy. He 
was clumsy, shy, a little bit of a show off, and as I 
finally figured out, horny all the time!

I knew he liked me and my friends teased me about it. 
Not that it was bad, I mean he was nice and not bad 
looking. I just wasn't interested! Especially when I 
caught him touching himself in class! Yeah! Can you 
believe it? Our desks were arranged in a semi-circle 
around the teacher's desk and he and I were almost 
exactly opposite each other. Well, one day I noticed 
he was staring at my legs! Or my feet...Something 
underneath my desk. I was wearing a short skirt, not 
like a mini or anything, it was my cheerleader outfit 
because we were having a pep rally that afternoon. 

It slowly dawned on me that he was looking up my 
skirt. My mother taught me modesty of course, but 14-
year-old girls sometimes forget! And John was looking 
straight up my legs to the white of my panties! I 
wasn't wearing my cheerleader shorts. They were kind 
of uncomfortable and I usually changed just before I 
was going to actually do some cheering. So John was 
getting a nice view of almost everything! And not 
only that but I could see his hand rubbing a growing 
bulge in his pants!!

It was disgusting! I felt so embarrassed!! I quickly 
closed my legs and tried to concentrate on what the 
teacher was saying. I felt my face burning and it 
made me mad! Who did he think he was looking at me 
like that? Feeling his thing when he thought about 
me? Maybe some girls would have been flattered or 
excited, but not me.

And he didn't even seem to care! I couldn't believe 
it! I didn't even want to look up at him to see what 
he was doing, I was almost crying! I skipped the pep 
rally and went to the nurse's office saying I felt 
sick. Which I did! And I went home sick from 
embarrassment! I was laying in my bed with the covers 
pulled up over my head thinking about John and how he 
made me feel. 

I decided I wanted to do something. I didn't want to 
be a victim. Next thing you know he'll try to do 
something else! Like rape me or something! I know 
this all sounds silly and a little extreme now, but I 
was so young. It scared me to suddenly realize that I 
was becoming a woman and that men would not always 
see me as an innocent young girl!

Well, I decided to do something all right! John would 
have to pay for humiliating me like that! He would 
have to feel the same pain and humiliation I felt. It 
was still very warm outside and everyone pretty much 
spent their lunches outside, in a commons area 
between the two main buildings. I was standing next 
to the big statue of our school's namesake, James 
Madison, waiting for John to show up. I had thought 
long and hard about what I was going too do. I saw 
him coming through the double doors and I knew it was 
time to do it!

He was carrying his little brown sack lunch that his 
mom made for him every morning and he was looking 
around for his friends. I waved at him and he had to 
do one of those double takes. It was almost funny! I 
waved again and made a motion for him to come over. 
He looked a little nervous. Undoubtedly it was the 
first time one of the school cheerleaders and the 
object of his disgusting desires had actually 
acknowledged his existence! He half walked half ran 
over to me and managed to stutter out a "Hi."

There were maybe 80 kids out there at that time and 
maybe 12 or so that could hear us. "I saw you in Mr. 
Pritchard's class yesterday." I said.

"Y-Y-You did?"

"Uh-huh.... I did. But I guess you were too busy 
looking up my dress to notice, huh?" I was trying to 
sound sweet and innocent, but there was a little edge 
to my voice.

"I.... Uh...I mean..." He was so confused! Whatever 
he thought I was going to say, this wasn't it!

"Did you like it John?" I teased, "Do you want to see 
more?"

The numbskull didn't have enough brains to run. He 
suddenly thought he'd stumbled into a Penthouse 
letter of the month fantasy. "Ummmm, y-yeah I...Yes!"

He said the last word so loud a bunch of kids looked 
our way. That was when I took a step forward and 
brought my foot up as hard as I could in my best 
cheerleading form. SMAAAACK!!!! Years of gymnastics 
and dance and cheering all came together in one 
perfect kick!! 

The toe of my foot was extended in my white Reeboks. 
I felt his balls give way and then suddenly I felt 
them crushed against his pelvic bone! His face was 
white as flour, like he was dead. And his eyes were 
wide-open and then shut tightly. His knees turned 
inward and bent and his hands flew too late to 
protect his injured balls.

He looked like a cartoon!! And then he was laying on 
the sidewalk, gasping for air and little shivers were 
going through his body. "How do you like that?" I 
asked him, knowing that John would never look at 
another girl and touch himself again. He'd never make 
someone feel used and dirty again. I felt a strange 
happiness inside me. Butterflies in my tummy and I 
wanted to touch myself. It was weird and I wondered 
what it meant.

I turned to leave when I saw his bag lunch. An apple 
had rolled out of it and was a few feet in front of 
John's ashen face. I walked over and stood there 
looking down at him. He was starting to breath, or at 
least he was crying a little, I could see tears on 
his cheeks and spittle running out of his mouth. 

"Open your eyes John." I told him and I was kind of 
amazed that he did manage to get one open. "This is 
gonna be your balls if you even look at me like that 
again." and then I brought my heel down as hard as I 
could on that ripe apple. It smashed and splattered 
and little bits of white and red flew everywhere, 
landing on John's face. That was when he threw up.

The end.