Girl Power! part 1: Riley's Ballbusting Awakening

Hi! Here's the first part of my latest story. It might start a little slowly, but I promise it gets *really* intense. I'll post the remaining parts daily (The story has 11 chapters). As always, feel free to comment with feedback/suggestions!

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I wasn’t planning to experience a completely life-altering event when I left for school that Monday morning. I rolled out of bed, woke up at some point while I was eating breakfast, and pulled on a t-shirt, one of who-knows-how-many identical pairs of skinny jeans and the same black suede lace-up ankle boots as every day. I loved them for the three-inch heel - When you’re five foot one, you’ll take whatever extra you can get.

The bus ride was normal as well. I was looking for a seat as near to the front as possible; every girl knew the back of the bus was the boys’ domain. It was a rowdy, odorous place, and was said to be a breeding ground for various plagues - Not least misogyny. Each row closer to the back noticeably increased the likelihood of some obscene comment being hurled your way.

‘Hey! Riley!’ I was relieved to hear these words come from a girl near the front of the bus. I spun to see my best friend since forever, Eleanor, gesturing to the empty seat next to her. I slid in.

‘Thanks. I was worried I was gonna have to sit in front of Owen.’ I rolled my eyes, and Eleanor made a face. Owen was, in short, a pest. He was a typical dumb jock - Sure, he was tanned and chiselled, but his personalty ruined any chance of me being attracted to him. Chasing a dozen girls at the same time, way too confident and completely unable to take a hint. I’d been ignoring his catcalls for weeks, but he’d only been getting more forward and my patience was wearing thin. I scanned the bus, hoping to confirm he was too far away to focus on me. No such luck.

My gaze met his dumb leer from a couple of rows away. He grinned and mouthed ‘Hey.’

‘Fuck off, Owen,’ I mouthed back. Apparently that wasn’t direct enough, because he blew a kiss in response. I wasn’t going to acknowledge that. I turned back to Eleanor, whose disbelief was obvious.

She leaned in and half-whispered, ‘You really have to do something about him. This is painful to watch.’

‘I’m trying! He’s just too stupid!’ I exclaimed. ‘But whatever. It’s not that big a deal.’

The ride passed. I stood up from my seat and waited for the rush of students to clear before I started to disembark. But before I could take a step, my blood ran cold. I felt the unmistakable pressure of a palm against my butt cheek. For a moment I thought it must have been an accident - Someone just trying to push past. Then the fingers dug in.

I didn’t even have time to think. In that moment, I was in survival mode, and what my body did next would change everything:

My heel flicked up behind me and lodged itself in my assailant’s groin.

Time slowed to a crawl. His loose shorts offered little protection as I forced my foot as far up as it would go. I felt his two dangling orbs impact against the back of my solid heel and roll to either side, before being jerked up and smacking into his pelvis. I savoured every sweet moment of it. What must have been a few seconds felt like hours, before the hand dropped from my backside, my foot was left suspended in the air and there was a heavy *thud* behind me.

I spun around. Owen was spreadeagled on the floor of the aisle, groaning. Girls and boys alike were trying in vain to stifle their laughter. It was hard to know how much they’d seen on the crowded bus, but based on the whispers and the excited glances in my direction, I guessed it was pretty obvious what had happened.

‘Don’t fucking touch me again.’ I grabbed my bag and strode off the bus. I was trying to look cool, but inside I was a mess. How could Owen just assault me like that in broad daylight? And why did it feel so damn good to take him down?