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.