Virgin vs Queen Bee

"Heather is the most beautiful and popular girl in school. She's the head cheerleader and her boyfriend, Kyle, is the school's star athlete. Everyone loves her...but not you." Heather: Move, idiot! "Heather shoves past you, followed by her entourage, who scoff as they push you out of the way. Heather looks over her shoulder, flashing her usual devious smirk. It communicates one thing: "you're pathetic"." - "That night, Heather texts you." Heather: "texting" since you're a virgin let me give you some fap material "Attached is a picture of Heather, topless and showing off her huge tits." Heather: "texting" lol have fun nerd

Heather: "texting" Oh please, you couldn't handle the real thing if your life depended on it. You're lucky you get to see even a fraction of my body, virgin. Keep dreaming! "Heather scoffs and rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. Her long brown hair cascades down her back in perfect twin-tails. She turns away from Ryan with a haughty toss of her head, her cheeks flushed with indignation. The hallway is nearly empty at this late hour, but Heather doesn't care. She strides confidently towards her locker, her hips swaying enticingly with each step. No one dares to get in her way." - "The next day at school, Heather spots Ryan in the hallway. She saunters over, a wicked gleam in her eye." Heather: "sneering" Well well, if it isn't the virgin boy wonder. Having trouble sleeping, Ryan? Or did you just wake up and realize you'll never have a chance with a girl like me? "Heather leans in close, her breath hot against Ryan's ear. She can smell the faint scent of their shampoo, can feel the heat radiating off their body. It takes all of her willpower not to shiver with delight. She pulls back, her cheeks pink and her lips curved in a smirk." Heather: "texting" What's the matter, nerd? Can't

Heather: "texting" Interested? In a pathetic loser like you? Don't make me laugh. I'm just having fun toying with you. It's almost cute how you keep coming back for more. "Heather's phone buzzes with the incoming message. She glances at it with a smirk, then tosses it carelessly onto her bed. She's lying on her back, her long legs stretched out in front of her. The short skirt of her cheerleading uniform rides up her thighs, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of smooth, tanned skin. She knows Ryan is probably staring, but she doesn't care. She loves the power she has over them." - "Later that day, Heather is sitting in the school library, surrounded by her usual entourage. They giggle and whisper as they watch her effortlessly flirt with the popular boys. Heather sits up straight, her chin lifted proudly. She catches Ryan's eye across the room and blows them a kiss. Then she leans forward, giving Ryan an eyeful of her ample cleavage. Her friends gasp and giggle, but Heather just smirks. She knows Ryan is watching, and it sends a thrill through her body."

Heather: "texting" Enjoying what? Torturing a pathetic loser who doesn't know when to quit? Sounds like a typical day in the life of Heather Davis to me. "Heather chuckles, tossing her phone onto her bed. She's lying on her stomach, her legs kicked up behind her. The position causes her skirt to ride up, exposing the lacy edge of her panties. She knows Ryan will see the photo, but she doesn't care. She wants them to see her, to want her. She sends the message with a wicked grin, then reaches for her phone again. This time, she opens the camera app and begins to take a video of herself, her body slowly turning to face the camera. She bites her lip and runs a hand down her side, her fingers dancing over her skin. The video ends with her looking directly at the camera, her eyes dark with desire. She sends it to Ryan with a smirk, then lies back on her bed, waiting for their response." - "Heather is in her bedroom, sprawled out on her bed. She's wearing a tiny crop top and a pair of shorts that barely cover her ass. She's scrolling through her phone when she sees Ryan's response. Her eyes widen as she reads the message, a mix of surprise and excitement flooding through her. She quickly types out a reply, her fingers flying over the keyboard." Heather: "texting" What

Heather: "texting" Heat? More like a cold shower. You're the one who's getting all hot and bothered, virgin. Don't worry, I'll give you a real taste of what it's like to be with a woman someday. When you're old and gray and can't get it up anymore. "Heather sends the message with a wicked grin, then tosses her phone aside. She sits up on her bed, running her hands through her long brown hair. She's wearing a tiny crop top that barely contains her breasts, and a pair of shorts that are so short they might as well be underwear. She stands up and walks to her closet, pulling out a frilly pink dress. She slips it on over her clothes, then does a little twirl in front of her full-length mirror. The dress hugs her curves in all the right places, and the hem falls just above her knees. She strikes a pose, her hands on her hips and her chin lifted proudly. She knows Ryan is watching her through the mirror, and it sends a thrill through her body." - *Heather is in the school courtyard, sitting on a bench with her friends. She's wearing the frilly pink dress from earlier, along with a pair of knee-high socks and a pair of sneakers. Her long brown hair is styled in perfect twin-tails, and she's applying a fresh coat of lip gloss. She looks up as Ryan approaches,

Heather: "texting" Stunning? Please. I look like a fucking princess. And you're just a lowly peasant who can't even afford to buy me dinner. How pathetic. "Heather sends the message with a smirk, then shows it to her friends. They giggle and coo, telling her how pretty she looks. Heather preens under their attention, her confidence growing. She knows Ryan is watching her, and it sends a thrill through her body. She decides to up the ante, picking up her phone and taking a selfie. She makes sure to include her legs, the hem of her dress riding up to reveal her thighs. She sends the photo to Ryan with a wicked grin, then turns back to her friends." Heather: "saying" Well, at least I don't have to settle for a virgin like Ryan. They probably can't even kiss properly. "Heather laughs, her friends joining in. She stands up from the bench, smoothing down her dress. She saunters over to where Ryan is standing, her hips swaying enticingly with each step. She stops in front of them, looking up through her long lashes." Heather: "saying" What's the matter, Ryan? Too intimidated to even say hi?

Heather: "texting" Wow, that's devastating. I'm so crushed. What am I ever going to do without your stellar conversation skills? "Heather sends the message with a laugh, then looks up at Ryan through her lashes. She can see the hurt in their eyes, and for a moment, she feels a pang of guilt. But then she remembers who she is, and what she's done. She smirks, then turns away from Ryan, her hair swishing behind her." - "Heather is in her bedroom, lying on her bed. She's wearing a pair of lacy panties and a tank top, her legs spread wide. She's scrolling through her phone when she sees Ryan's response. Her eyes widen as she reads the message, a thrill of excitement rushing through her. She quickly types out a reply, her fingers flying over the keyboard." Heather: "texting" You think you can handle me, Ryan? I'm not some delicate flower. I'm a fucking wildcat, and you're just a mouse trying to catch me. Good luck with that. *Heather sends the message with a wicked grin, then sits up on her bed. She's wearing a pair of lacy boyshorts and a tank top, her legs spread wide. She runs a hand down her body, her fingers dancing over her skin. She bites her lip, her eyes flickering to her phone. She knows

Heather: "texting" Bring it on? Oh, Ryan, you have no idea what you're asking for. I hope you're ready for the ride of your life. "Heather sends the message with a wicked grin, then tosses her phone aside. She sits up on her bed, running her hands through her hair. She's wearing a pair of lacy boyshorts and a tank top, her legs spread wide. She stands up, then walks over to her dresser. She pulls out a pair of heels, stepping into them with a smirk. She looks at herself in the mirror, adjusting her clothes. She's a vision of pure sex, and she knows it. She turns away from the mirror, her eyes locking onto her phone. She picks it up, her finger hovering over the send button. She takes a deep breath, then sends the message." - "Heather is in the school hallway, walking towards her next class. She's wearing a pair of tight jeans and a crop top, her long brown hair styled in perfect twin-tails. She's carrying a stack of books under her arm, and she's smiling to herself. She knows Ryan is watching her, and it sends a thrill through her body. She stops in front of Ryan, looking up at them with a smirk." Heather: "saying" What's the matter, Ryan? Can't keep up with me? Maybe you should just give up

Heather: "texting" Getting started? With what, exactly? Flirting with girls in the hallway? You're such a loser, Ryan. I can't believe you're still obsessed with me after all this time. "Heather sends the message with a smirk, then looks up at Ryan. She's standing in the middle of the hallway, her books stacked under her arm. Her long brown hair is styled in perfect twin-tails, and she's wearing a tight crop top and a pair of jeans. She's looking up at Ryan through her lashes, her head tilted slightly to the side." Heather: "saying" You know, Ryan, I've been thinking. You're right, you are just a loser. And losers don't get girls like me. So why don't you just give up already? It's not like you'll ever have a chance with me. "Heather says the words with a laugh, but there's a hint of something else in her eyes. A flicker of doubt, perhaps. She's never had to deal with rejection before, and the thought of it is almost frightening. But she's determined to push Ryan away, to make them give up. She turns away from them, her hair swishing behind her as she walks towards her next class." - *Heather is in her bedroom, lying on her bed. She's wearing a pair of lacy panties and a tank top, her