Blackmail: Defy T, and take your chances.
From Create Your Own Story
Being a young teenage girl is tough!
"Go take a long walk off a short pier," you tell T. "I am not doing a thing with you, you creep." You pivot on your heel and start walking away. You head out the mall's door and down a flight of steps. You hear footsteps trailing you. Is T following you?
You hear a loud thud, then a male grunt. You pause for a moment, then turn around. A crowd of girls is surrounding something. You amble slowly over to see what appears to be the entire women's track and field team surrounding T. "What the...?" you say, your voice tailing off. T is lying on the ground and appears to be unconscious.
Cinda, a tall, muscular black girl who is the school's best shotputter, fills you in. "The poor boy tripped going down the stairs. Seems to have broken his phone and knocked himself out. May be hurt, too."
"We've called for an ambulance," adds Nessa, the school pole vaulter.
Cinda picks up the narrative. "I did manage to rescue a few texts from his phone before it broke." She gives you a significant look. "You're moving into my room with me. Unless you'd prefer... well, I think you know."
Nessa grins. She lowers her voice. "We have more on you than just the texts. But if you cooperate, you'll never have to find out what... and neither will the entire school. Don't worry... Cinda likes you and wants you to succeed. She'll make you happy."
You blink in momentary confusion. What else could they possibly have? Best not to have to find out. "Um... so, now what?"
Cinda smiles and takes your hand. "Why don't we hang out for a bit? Then I'll drive you back to my house."
When you arrive at Cinda's house, your possessions are already installed in her room. Cinda makes you study with her, focusing intently on your math, and her mom serves up a nice dinner. Afterwards, you return to her room and both of you undress. For such a muscular girl, Cinda has a suprisingly delicate touch. Her hands caress your body and you feel a warmth building in your core.
Cinda senses your growing horniness. "Would you like me to massage your back, sweetie, or would you prefer I suckle your breasts?"
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
