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I’m sitting in my history class, staring out the window. I hate being here. I hate that no one else wants me here. I hate myself for feeling so depressed.Suddenly, I feel a snicker behind me. It comes from Jason, an RB of the football team. I can feel the eyes of more than one person burning into me and the laughter grows. I feel the humiliation rise within me. I haven’t any idea what they have done this time, but I ignore it. After all these years of abuse, I developed an anxiety which freezes me.The clock mounted on the wall shows only a few minutes left of class, and this helps me breathe a sigh of relief. It’s Friday afternoon and soon I would be at home, in the safety of my bedroom. I won’t need to deal with the cruelty of the preps at school.The bell rings and another streak of panic runs through me. I collect my things slowly, a ritual of mine to ensure I’m the last out of the class. The others leave quickly, running to their glamorous lives, as my hands feel my hair and my back.”It’s on your bag,” Mr Atwell muttered, as he always does when I can’t figure it out on my own. “Thanks,” I mutter back, as he throws me a sympathetic smile and leaves the room, which only humiliates me further. I pull my backpack onto my desk and notice a paper folded over and taped to the front. I consider just throwing it away, but curiosity always gets the better of me and I rip it open. It was an invitation to spend my weekend alone. “Clever.” I sarcastically thought, although swallowed a lump in my throat.The hallways settled down and I felt safe to leave for home. I walked home slowly, taking as many back roads as I could. I had learned over the years to avoid the main road. I reached my front door with relief as I had made it home without hearing another insult. I heard my mother in the kitchen with my younger brothers.”Charlie, do you want something to eat?” She called out as I slam my bedroom door. “Charlotte! I’ve told you about slamming the doors.”I ignore her as I throw my bag down and rip off my oversized sweater. I was overheating, but hadn’t gone to school without a sweater in many years. Even in the warmer weather. I was desperate for something to eat, but the mirror said no. I stood in front of it ran my body over my stomach. My mother knocked on the door before coming in, “Charlie, do you want something to eat?” She watched and knew what I was doing immediately. “For Christ sake, does it honestly matter?!” She said, half caring, I know, but it still annoyed me.”It matters to me, Mom.” I walked past her and into the bathroom to stand on the scales. Mom looked over at what it read. “That’s why it freaking matters.” Mom didn’t say anything, she just sympathetically ran her hand down my arm and left the room.I stared down at the 192lbs staring back at me. I had never been so close to 200. I sit down on the toilet with the lid closed, a place I often sat and thought after weighing myself. After feeling hopeless yet again, and mentally insulting myself, I give up and walk into the kitchen. It was a cycle known all too well.* * *That evening when mom called us for dinner, I sat down feeling guilty. Knowing I had overeaten only a few hours earlier, and was here eating again. Mom always made an effort to keep our plates full with a lot of vegetables, but she was extremely thin and beautiful herself. In her mind, somehow it wasn’t what she fed us, as she ate it too.I looked down at the large portion of pasta in an Alfredo sauce. Next to it was a large serving of Ümraniye Escort vegetables, one included buttered asparagus. Deep down, I knew it wasn’t Mom’s meals that were blowing me up. My room had multiple hiding places for cookies and snacks, and I drank pop like crazy. Mum looked at Dad and said, “Honey, you know Charlie was really upset again after school. I think it’s time we do something.”Dad knew she was right. “Yeah, I know. Charlie, find a gym to do a trial in. I’ll pay for now, but once you turn 18 it’ll be up to you to pay.”I had been asking to join a gym for a little over a year now. I’m 17 and in my final year at high school, and didn’t want to enter college looking like this. I felt inspiration swell up inside me. I even happily turned away dessert and was able to fall asleep earlier than usual.* * *The next morning, I woke early and surfed the net for an hour looking at some gyms to call. I found one located only a block away, and felt it would be a good gym to choose. I could go in before or after school, as it was on the way. I smiled as I dialed the number, and was invited for one week free trial. I could go in immediately. I put on my trainers and for the first time in years, left my house without a sweater on. I wore a loose top with bike pants. The bike pants I usually wore underneath incredibly loose pants, or around the house. As I walked down the street toward the gym. My anxiety grew a bit, but the excitement battled hard for a change. After speaking to a woman at reception, she referred me to the lockers and I put my belongings away. I walked towards the gym floor and sighed relief as I only noticed an older, quiet man using a rowing machine. I looked at all the equipment in front of me and felt lost. It was a world I had never known. I walked over to a treadmill, knowing I at least understood how that one worked.I had been using the treadmill for about 20 minutes, when panic struck. I noticed Jason walk in, his shoulders were bare as he wore a sleeveless. He wore loose basketball shorts which showed his off his leg muscles. He hadn’t noticed me and began stretching in front of a weights machine. The panic inside me was intense, but as usual I froze in what I was doing. Leaving might catch his attention. I decided to keep quiet in my corner until I could find the strength to leave. As I continued further another 10 minutes or so, Jason noticed me in the mirror. A smirk crossed his face, but he said nothing. Another 10 minutes passed, still nothing. Somehow I felt a safety returning to me, and inspiration begin to build. I started fighting off my anxieties and praised myself. I carried on the treadmill with a sense of pride. Although I had already worked up quite a sweat, I aimed to complete an hour before heading for the showers. I switched over a few songs on my mp3 player, and noticed another person enter the gym. I find a woman, about 5’6”, with a beach blond faux hawk, also wearing a sleeveless tank. I could see her toned belly through the fabric. She wore a loose pair of track pants that sat just above a small but sexy ass. I noticed myself staring at her ass a little longer than I should be as she bounced in front of an exercise bike and started to stretch. My breathing had become heavier and my face had flushed.I tried to pull myself back to reality, and noticed Jason also watching this woman up and down, as sweat dripped down his face. His muscles glowed and glistened with sweat, Ümraniye Escort Bayan as a bulge in his shorts grew. I decided to keep my eyes to the treadmill display. I would only draw attention to myself if he noticed me watching him, or anyone for that matter. I couldn’t resist once more, when she bent down whilst pulling off her trackies to reveal a pair of tight boy shorts panties. The ass of her panties had printed JFDI on it. I saw Jason looking at me and he smirked again. I ignored him this time and kept sneaking looks toward the blond babe on the bike. Watching her pussy pressed up against the seat sent a tingle through my body. I was red and flustered, and only so glad I was on a machine I could blame. I felt my panties moisten and noticed I had now overtaken my goal of one hour by ten minutes, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to stop.”JAY-SON!” I heard a familiar bellowing coming through the door way. It was Chris, the quarterback from school. “Great,” I think to myself. “Now I will hear about it.” I was right.Jason muttered something with a smirk to Chris who looked up to spot me. They shared a suspicious laugh before Chris snorted loudly across to me.Embarrassed I looked down to my mp3 player and shuffled a few more songs. I try to stare blankly ahead and but in the corner of my eye I see Blond Beauty looking at me through the mirror in front of her. Chris and Jason continue to share grunts and snorts as they parade around the weights. I feel a familiar lump fill my throat and know it’s time I leave. I calmly stop the treadmill and leave out from the gym floor, feeling the tears hot as they stream down my sweaty face. I fumble at my locker, knowing they both can still see me and just want to get out of there. I had originally planned to shower before leaving the gym, but picked up everything and left hurriedly. * * *I sit in my room, moping about what had happened. Mom was out with my brothers and I was glad she wasn’t there to ask me how it went. I didn’t want anyone to know how it went. I had cried the entire way home and all I wanted to do was curl up and go to sleep. The phone started to ring and I reach over lazily to grab to receiver. “Hello?” I ask, my nose a little stuffy. “Hello. This is Ann, from Steam gyms, is this Charlotte?” “Yes.. This is Charlotte.” I answer, curiously.”I have a woman here who saw you drop something from your locker as you left. You were at locker 23.””Dropped something? I don’t think so.”The woman on the phone muffles an answer to someone her end, “She says she didn’t drop anything.”I hear the other woman claim, “She definitely dropped an envelope, it’s sealed, so I assumed important.”The woman returns talking to Charlotte, “She is definite you dropped an envelope. Can you come pick it up?”I really didn’t want to go back, but now I’m interested. The only woman that would have seen me was the woman on the exercise bike. I agreed, and hung up the phone. I slowly get ready, I’m always slow when anxiety steps in, and I walk back down the street to the gym.* * *I rip open the envelope which hasn’t been labeled, and I read a small note scribbled onto a post-it. The note reads; “Come to the book shop across the street.”I look up across the street and notice a small book store wedged between a large music store and a burger outlet. I hadn’t actually seen it before. Perhaps it’s new. I’m not sure I should go in, but my legs are already walking there as I ponder.I walk in Escort Ümraniye and the little store looks just as book stores do in the movies. Over crowded with books, one tiny seating area by the door and a counter with a tiny register. “Hi, Charlotte!” I hear, as I turn away from a painting hanging behind the counter. “Hot, damn!” She looked stunning! She was no longer wearing the tank top and track pants she wore into the gym before stripping down to her panties. She was now wearing a small tee, dark green with abstract splashes of neon green, yellow and pink fabric paint. She wore a short denim skirt showing off her sexy, toned legs, a pink belt with silver studs and black feminine flats. After what felt like an eternity of gazing at her body, I answer, “Hi..”The 5’6” woman walked to behind the counter and leaned over it with both arms resting on the counter top. “So, by now you’ve realized you didn’t drop the envelope.” She says, smiling with friendly eyes.”How did you know my name?” I ask.”I was by the phone when Ann called you.” She answered.I feel my face blush a little, remembering this I feel stupid. “Oh, right. Sorry.””I actually called you here because I felt horrible about how those guys acted toward you. I feel I should have said something to them. I’m sorry I didn’t, Charlotte.””Please call me Charlie,” I said, “and don’t be sorry,” I muttered. “They’re assholes. I get it everyday at school, and as you noticed weekends if I’m unlucky. I’m used to it.””I’m Julia.” The blond answered.A moment of silence begins to make me feel awkward. Julia stares into me deep.”I also called for you to let you know of a gym you might prefer, it’s an all women’s gym. It’s on Red Oak Drive in White Brooks.””Oh, thank you, it’s a bit far though.” I always find an excuse when I’m nervous. Julia looked at me, it seemed knowingly. “The 90 bus outside goes directly past it.” She walks around the counter and gestures me to sit down on the small lounge. The lounge chair didn’t allow much room and her thigh brushed against mine as we sat closely. “Charlie, I know what it’s like to have people bring you down. My heart sank for you today. You wouldn’t need to deal with people like that at Force.”I sat looking at my hands, playing with my fingers. “Why do you go across the street?” I asked.Julia smiled, “I only work here on Saturdays and know Ann. She lets me in during my break. During the week I’m at Force.”We started discussing books. I feel myself ease. She likes a lot of the same authors I like. She wasn’t an airhead like the people I go to school with. As I sat with her, my thigh against hers, I watched her lips speak to me, and my body responded. I swallowed heavily and worried my face had reddened. Perhaps she thought I still felt upset about earlier, her hand reached down and rubbed my thigh. “Don’t worry about them, Charlie. They’re jerks. Life goes on to so many better places after high school. I left 3 years ago and I still don’t miss it. You haven’t long now.” She smiled at me.”Oh, God help me.”* * *I lay in my bed that evening, and slammed my fingers deep inside me. I hadn’t felt so turned on in so long. I had tried going to sleep, but the thought of her sweet breath lingering so close, her fingers touching me, I just couldn’t get it out of my mind. I had started out humping against my pillow, whilst these thoughts played over and over in my mind.I had ripped off my panties and lay naked under my blanket. I caress my breast with one hand, as my fingers slip in and out of me. The cool feel of the sheets against my legs turned me on more. My fingers alternate between circling my clit and slipping inside my drenched pussy, when I begin craving more, I want something bigger and longer. I scan my room in the dark, my heart racing hard and my cunt begging for my return.

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