A Homecoming Kick: A Short

Angie was enjoying herself at the high school homecoming. She was with her friends, all of whom were dressed in serious violation of the dress code. She herself was wearing a black laced velvet dress, which her hips and ass filled out nicely toward the bottom and her perky boobs, bouncing with ever jump, peaked out at the top. On her feet where two pointy leather slip-ons. Three of the five girls she was with had just broken up with their partners, so all the ladies were enjoying the single life.

While she was grinding on her friend Mia, a cute guy came up to Angie and said something, but she couldn't hear it over the music.

"WHAT?" she asked, practically shouting. The guy leaned in to whisper in her ear: "Oscar was wondering if he could have a word with you outside." Angie internally groaned. Oscar was a guy that had a major crush on her and would not leave her alone. She didn't know how she felt about him, yet, but he was too impatient to let her decide. She leaned in towards the boys ear, making sure her tits pressed up against his chest, and whispered back: "okay, I'll be there in a minute." As she pulled away, she looked down at the bulge forming in his pants and smiled, then turned towards her friends, letting her ass brush up against the boys crotch before he left.

She told her friends the situation. They were similarly annoyed by Oscar's intrusion on their night, but told her to go take care of it quickly. Angie navigated her way through the packed ballroom and made it outside. There was a small courtyard with a few people here and there. Oscar, a ginger boy with a deceptively attractive face, sat on a little ledge under a tree. Angie walked over to him and sat right next to him.

"Wow... you look beautiful tonight, Angie," he said.

"Oscar, just get to the point. What do you want?"

Oscar gulped. "I wanted to ask you to the homecoming. I wish I had."

"Ok, so why didn't you?" Angie tapped her foot, impatiently.

"Come on, would you really have said yes?" Oscar said with a self-pitying chuckle. Angie eyed him with confusion.

"I don't know what I would have said. Why are you assuming it would have been a no?"

"I mean, you don't really take guys to dances. You prefer to have your share of all that's offered. I've seen you, Angie. I just think that if you realized that I'm a good guy, and maybe if you stopped whoring around..."

"What?" Angie cut him off at the w-word with rage in her eyes.

"Woah, Angie! I just mean that--" he was cut off by Angie's hand quickly shooting down his dress pants, under his underwear, and finding a solid grip on his balls. Immediately, she gave them a strong squeeze. Oscar yelled out in pain and tried to free his balls to no avail.

"I'm a whore, Oscar? Is that right?" she said, increasing the strength of her grip slightly. Oscar squirmed and tried to make an apology, but all that came out was squealing. He was in the worst agony he had ever felt.

"I wasn't sure about you, Oscar. In fact, I thought you were kind of cute. Honestly, it's pretty likely that we would've fucked if you didn't just say what you said. Not anymore. Think about that for the rest of the night, because you'll never ever get to see me naked no matter how fucking bad you want it." She squeezed his poor members at her maximum strength. Oscar screamed out, and the people around the courtyard looked to see what was happening, but no one intervened since Angie did not look like someone to be fucked with at that moment.

"ANGIE PLEASE I'M SORRY! PLEASE THEY'RE GOING TO POP!" he cried out. Angie released his crushed nuts and laughed. Oscar immediately clutched them and began to sob. Angie stood up, and headed back towards the dance. She stopped in her tracks, turned around, and stomped on Oscar's balls for good measure.

"I'm gonna go back to being a whore, have fun!" She said, twirling around and walking away. Oscar spent the rest of the night crying and massaging his bruised members.