I Don't Give Losers The Time Of Day

When I was a freshman, I was flat as a board. I was also very shy and awkward. The boys didn't want to have anything to do with me, to say the least!

There was one boy who liked me, though. His name was Harold and he was probably the biggest dweeb in school, and he must have assumed that I would be interested in him just because I was so unpopular. I'm ashamed now to admit that he was right! We dated for a couple of years, told each other that we loved each other, and I even lost my virginity to him. He was pretty certain we were going to get married, and I guess I kind of assumed that as well.

Of course I lusted after the jocks, the football players especially. But what could I do? They all were dating cheerleaders and other girls who were way hot. I didn't have a chance.

By junior year, however, that changed. I had begun to blossom. Over the summer my breasts began to come in, and by the next year, they actually became quite large. I was actually beginning to receive lots of attention from some of the real tough guys at my school, and I loved it! They would whistle and make disgusting comments... but having been practically invisible for so many years, it was just wonderful!

I knew Harold hated it... I mean, he loved my new breasts, of course, but he hated that suddenly there was some competition for me. I think he knew that he would not be able to keep me.

There was this boy - Jeff - who especially seemed taken by me. I heard later that he was constantly bragging to all of his friends about how he was going to **** me some day. Understand, Jeff is way strong. He's always lifting weights and he has this real cocksure attitude about him. He's probably been with half the girls in the school.

One day, Jeff confronted Harold in the hall and told him his girlfriend's rack was too big for a dweeb like him. My heart was beating very fast. Harold got mad and tried to talk back, but Jeff just cut him off and gave him a smack across the face.

My breathing got very shallow at that point. I took a step back. I felt like I was hyper-aware. I used to never think anyone could describe it, but I think several stories on your blog capture that feeling perfectly. It was like suddenly everything else disappeared except the three of us, nothing else mattered. It is not an understatement to say that it was the most aroused I had ever been, up to that point.

Before I knew it, Harold was on the floor with a bleeding nose. Jeff had punched him! It was like, seeing Harold lying on the floor was symbolic for my former self. That was who I was. But I was a woman now.

He kept on beating Harold, to the amusement of several people who had stopped in the hall. The people who were watching were the popular people, the beautiful people. Harold was the loser. This was so important for me. Before, I would have been one of the losers, but now I was with the popular crowd. They all laughed and teased as Harold was beaten, and I joined along! He cried and looked at me for some sympathy, and that pathetic look on his face was priceless. I laughed at him and told him he was too much of a weakling for me. I said it loud enough for everyone to hear, and I got several nods of approval from them, boys and girls alike.

Since that experience, I am pleased to say that. I have only dated the best looking, strongest boys in my school and I'm only friends with girls who are at least as good looking as me. I don't give losers the time of day, certainly not Harold.

It is so wonderful being this way and I thank God everyday that he made me the beautiful woman I am.
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3 Responses May 24, 2012

I recently had a good relationship with a girl WHO used to like seeing me fight. She stirred things and got me into two fights with other guys. I won the first one and she couldn't get enough of me. In the second i fought a guy who was a lot bigger than me. I put up a Good fight, but he ended up landing a big punch and knocking me out. Initially she was turned on,but later broke up with me because i got knocked out. Now she's with the guy who laid me out. Your not related to her by any chance? Just kidding

Small World. When I was in my early twenties I lived in a large shared house with a mixed bag of guys and girls. The guy whose bedroom was next to mine was named Jeff. We tolerated each other at best but mostly avoided each other as much as possible. Without going into the whole story the condensed version is I got into a confrontation with him over the use of the bathroom one morning. He had just got out of the shower and I was dressed only in a t-shirt. A scuffle took place and he actually quite easily bested me and had me pinned to the bathroom floor, knees on my arms. <br />
There was no fists flying or blood letting but I was thoroughly defeated. At this point I noticed someone was standing in the hallway. Unfortunately it was a girl I had been dating but not yet had sex with. Turns out she caught our fight quite early on when she had heard us shouting at each other and came to investigate. Not only did she see me trounced by Jeff she also saw that I have a very tiny penis (and conversely Jeff had a very large one. She actually had been somewhat attracted to him even while we were dating and seeing him not only dominate me in a fight but totally outman me as well. She didnt exactly dump me then and there but within a few weeks Jeff was the one ******* her and I never even got past the dating stage.

Did you give a head to Jeff afterwords?