Gossip & Glory (Futa/Girl, Girl/Girl, Comedy/Drama, lengthy buildup)

Story by Luci

This is the first episode in an epic-length story I'm writing. There will be very long intervals where no sex happens, so if you're impatient to get to the fucking, then this story is maybe not for you. That being said, when the sex DOES occur, I'm definitely not going to phone it in!

Yes, the character is named after me, but the similarities end there. This is just a parodic interpretation of girls cliques in High School. It is not social commentary.

Also, it DOES NOT have anything to do with the show 'Gossip Girl'. I haven't had a chance to see the show yet, so any similarities are entirely coincidental.

Gossip and Glory Ep. 1 I think I've discovered what makes being a teenage girl so frustrating: other teenage girls. If I could go through the 9th grade in a vacuum, I think I would be perfectly fine, but there are about 250 of us here, and it makes everything so damned impossible. The boys have it easy: they can just get into a fistfight, and that settles everything. Their social dynamic is so simple it bores me. Even guys who beat each other to a pulp become friends more often than not.

Us girls, however, have cliques within cliques within cliques, getting smaller and smaller until you're alone against the world. We play little social war games to test each others' boundaries, and you can bet that as soon as one girl steps out of the room, the flood of criticism and gossip pours out of every other girl present, including me. It's only natural survival: anything you can point out to distract everyone else from your own glaring flaws is worth mentioning, buying you that much more time before the spotlight inevitably shifts to you. Yes, I do it, and yes, it makes me sick to my stomach. I usually feel pretty much like shit by the end of the school day.

Any time I get ahold of something juicy and embarrassing, I wait for the opportune time, and spill it. Thus do I prove my worth as both a purveyor of entertainment and a formidable foe not to be trifled with. I've gotten especially good at it for the sole reason that I simply have more to lose: I have a penis.

Now, I know what you must be thinking, and no, I'm not 'ashamed' of it. Okay, well yeah, I am (duh), but it's also completely fun! I love spending hours in my room stroking it while I finger myself. The first time I figured out how to have double orgasms I literally passed out. My technique is perfect: I take some scented body oil, and with my left hand rub sensuously along the shaft, carefully avoiding the head for a while. Then, when I'm good and wet, I start with one finger, and gradually work my way up to two, working them up until I'm hitting that perfect spot that just makes me glow inside. Hitting my g-spot sends little spasms up my cock, and combining the two motions correctly is like an orgasm in itself. Then I start touching the head, and this just makes me writhe with pleasure. When I begin to cum, I take my hand off my cock completely, and finger myself harder, in time with my orgasmic spasms, and it just feels so. damn. good. I cum so much harder this way, and shooting my semen up into the air, watching the larger jets fall back to land on my bare chest and tummy is so satisfying for some primal reason which I can't define. I've had to change my sheets every night before I go to bed ever since I discovered this. Mmmm... just thinking about it...

Anyways...

I'm damn good at the gossip game, but I'm hardly the apex predator in my school: there are some girls who are virtually untouchable- their looks, or their money, or their family name(see: money) prevent them from presenting too big of a target, but they, too, have to be twice as careful, because they're considerably bigger game than the rest of us. Unfortunately, this means they adapt to become the biggest bitches in the known universe.

Which is why this newest fad pisses me off so much: Alana Temple (Hot, rich) and Jenn Bremer (less hot, but even MORE rich) have decided that being a 'lesbian' is cool now. Now, from what I've heard, they were caught making out at someone's basement party, and decided to get ahead of the story by 'coming out of the closet', changing their style to something they call "dyke chic" (infuriating), and convincing other girls to get on the big gay bandwagon.

Now, I'm no homophobe by any means. In fact, I consider myself solidly bisexual. I mean, my anatomy pretty much solved that big mystery for me when I started getting erections looking at girls, even though I had been attracted to boys for years, and still am. This would all be very convenient, except for the fact that, well, let's face it: teen girls my age are a god-damned nightmare.

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"Hey Luci! Hey, look!"

Allison McCarthy, a grade above me, very smart, very Irish coloring, shamelessly frizz-haired, and one of my most loyal friends. She's never even tried to do anything about

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