First Ball Bust by Rachael

I want to tell you about something which happened when I was 14. It changed my life and I think you’ll enjoy it. I was in 8th grade and I was just learning the facts of life. I didn’t really have a boy friend yet, but there were one or two guys I definately thought about a little too much! Unfortunately one of them was not John!

But he had a crush on me! I was no longer a child the, but I wasn’t a woman yet either. I was skinny, with small breasts and thin, toned legs. I wore my hair long, in a ponytai usually. I was a typical teenage girl. John was a typical 14 year old boy. He was clumsy, shy, a little bit of a show off, and as I finally figured out, horny all the time!!.

I knew he liked me and my friends teased me about it. Not that it was bad, I mean he was nice and not bad looking. I just wasn’t interested! Especially when I caught him touching himself in class! Yeah! Can you believe it? Our desks were arranged in a semi-circle around the teacher’s desk and he and I were almost exactly opposite each other. Well, one day I noticed he was staring at my legs! Or my feet…Something underneath my desk. I was wearing a short skirt, not like a mini or anything, it was my cheerleader outfit because we were having a pep rally that afternoon.

It slowly dawned on me that he was looking up my skirt. My mother taught me modesty of course, but 14 year old girls sometimes forget! And John was looking straight up my long tan legs to the white of my panties! I wasn’t wearing my cheerleader shorts. They were kind of uncomfortable and I usually changed just before I was going to actually do some cheering. So John was getting a nice view of almost everything! And not only that but I could see his hand rubbing a growing bulge in his pants!!

It was disgusting! I felt so embarassed!! I quickly closed my legs and tried to concentrate on what the teacher was saying. I felt my face burning and it was making me mad! Who did he think he was looking at me like that? Feeling his thing when he thought about me? Maybe some girls would have been flattered or excited, but not me.

And he didn’t even seem to care! I couldn’t believe it! I didn’t even want to look up at him to see what he was doing, I was almost crying! I skipped the pep rally and went to the nurse’s office saying I felt sick. Which I did! And I went home sick from embarassment! I was laying in my bed with the covers pulled up over my head thinking about John and how he made me feel. I decided I wanted to do something. I didn’t want to be a victim. Next thing you know he’ll try to do something else! Like rape me or something! I know this all sounds silly and a little extreme now, but I was so young. It scared me to suddenly realize that I was becoming a woman and that men would not always see me as a innocent young girl!

Well, I decided to do something all right! John would have to pay! He would have to feel the same pain and humiliation I felt because of him. It was still very warm outside and everyone pretty much spent their lunches outside, in a commons area between the two main buildings. I was standing next to the big statue of our school’s namesake, James Madison, waiting for John to show up. I had thought long and hard about what I was going too do. I saw him coming through the double doors and I knew it was time to do it!

He was carrying his little brown sack lunch that his mom made for him every morning and he was looking around for his friends. I waved at him and he had to do one of those double takes. It was almost funny! I waved again and made a motion for him to come over. He looked a little nervous. Undoubtadly it was the first time one of the school cheerleaders and the object of his disgusting desires had actually acknowledged his existence! He half walked half ran over to me and managed to stutter out a “Hi.”

There were maybe 80 kids out there at that time and maybe 12 or so that could hear us. “I saw you in Mr. Pritchard’s class yesterday.” I said.

“Y-Y-You did?”

“Uh-huh….I did. But I guess you were too busy looking up my dress to notice, huh?” I was trying to sound sweet and innocent, but there was a little edge to my voice.

“I….Uh…I mean…” He was so confused! Whatever he thought I was going to say, this wasn’t it!

“Did you like that John?” I teased, “Do you want to see more?”

The numbskull didn’t have enough brains to run. He suddenly thought he’d stumbled into a Penthouse letter of the month fantasy. “Ummmm, y-yeah I…Yes!”

He said the last word so loud a bunch of kids looked our way. That was when I took a step forward and brought my foot up as hard as I could in my best cheerleading form. SMAAAACK!!!! Years of gymnastics and dance and cheering all came together in one perfect kick!! The toe of my foot was extended in my white Reeboks. I felt his balls give way and then suddenly I felt them crushed against his pelvic bone! His face was white as flour, like he was dead. And his eyes were wide open and then shut tightly. His knees turned inward and bent and his hands flew too late to protect his injured balls.

He looked like a cartoon!! And then he was laying on the sidewalk, gasping for air and little shivers were going through his body. “How do you like that?” I asked him, knowing that John would never look at another girl and touch himself again. He’d never make someone feel used and dirty again. I felt a strange happiness inside me. Butterflies in my tummy and I wanted to touch myself. It was weird and I wondered what it meant.

I turned to leave when I saw his bag lunch. An apple had rolled out of it and was a few feet infront of John’s ashen face. I walked over and stood there looking down at him. He was starting to breath, or at least he was crying a little, I could see tears on his cheeks and spittle running out of his mouth. “Open your eyes John.” I told him and I was kind of amazed that he did manage to get one open. “This is gonna be your balls if you even look at me again.” and then I brought my heel down as hard as I could on that ripe apple. It smashed and splattered and little bits of white and red flew everywhere, landing on John’s face. That was when he threw up.