Broken by Monica

I considered not going to school the following week, but I couldn’t escape the situation, or Monica, forever. Monday came, and I went. I was numb with nervous anticipation.

To my surprise and great relief, nothing happened. Catherine seemed to ignore me even more than before, but Monica did nothing to bother me. I almost felt like I should thank her.

The following days were a bit absurd. At school I would watch Monica from a safe distance, not talk to her and of course not touch her, while at home I would jerk off and have strong orgasms while inhaling the smell of her feet from the pantyhose. It was also bizarre how a stinky odour that I initially didn’t like had become the strongest aphrodisiac. I kept the pantyhose in a plastic box to preserve the scent.

Needless to say, by now I was pretty obsessed with Monica. It was a constant source of distraction. Whenever she was in the same room it was impossible for me to relax, and we shared most of the subjects at school. It even affected the way I answered a question when being asked by the teacher during class. Just knowing that Monica was in the same room hearing what I was about to say made me nervous. Not that she would pay much attention to what I said. She had little interest in school and her grades were surely lower than mine. Also my mind was frequently drifting away into fantasies about her instead of paying attention to the teacher. I started underachieving. Keeping on like that, I could actually risk that my grades would go down. I planned to compensate by studying harder, so at least I could do better on written tests. Monica was manipulating me by her sheer presence.

Did she intend for this to happen when she made me keep the pantyhose? Probably not, it seemed more like a spontaneous, final humiliation that day. Anyway, I don’t think she could have expected it to go this far. 

As pathetic as I felt by using the pantyhose as a nasal-sexual stimulus, I was becoming increasingly attached to it. I was using it every day, sometimes even before I got out of bed in the morning. Unavoidably though, the scent faded from the nylon. I felt frustrated and sad. In a twisted way it had made me feel closer to Monica, the only way I could be close to her, probably.

After a while I was beginning to wish that Monica would do something to me again.

I had been wishing that for a long time, but now the urge had become so strong that I started to care less about the consequences. With the pantyhose gone, my fantasies had less impact. Even thinking about what she had done to me at Rita’s house wasn’t enough to get me off anymore. I had replayed the scenario in my mind too many times. I needed something new.

Why did she stay away from me? It wasn’t like she had stopped. I still saw her kick other boys’ asses from time to time. Maybe she thought she had gone too far on me that day. Maybe Catherine had said something to her. Even if she had zero respect for boys Monica paid attention to other girls. 

Of course, I was also staying away from her. If I could have the courage to approach her, she should would probably be onto me pretty quickly. The thought of course scared me, but under the right circumstances, maybe I could do it. If I was alone with her and nobody was watching. It wouldn’t take much effort. Just a small encouragement.

Thinking about that made me even more nervous with being around her, and even more frustrated about myself and the whole situation.

A few days passed and one morning I was late for school. I was supposed to get a lift from my father instead of taking the bus, but a water pipe in the house broke, and he had to stay home to take care of it. When I arrived by the next bus, I saw Monica come out of a car. She was late too. We were headed towards the same classroom and couldn’t avoid each other, although she seemed to be ignoring me. I felt I had to say something. “So I guess we are both late today.” I said, stating the obvious. I realized that I hadn’t spoken a word to her after Rita’s party, and that it was surreal to strike up something like a normal conversation. “What’s your excuse?” she replied without looking at me. “Oh, actually my father had said to give me a lift, but a damn water pipe in the house broke and he couldn’t go. I had to wait for the next bus. Getting a cab takes almost as long.” Mentioning the cab made me think of the morning at Rita’s and I got even more tense. “Oh.” was all Monica said. I didn’t ask why she was late. I figured she would tell me if she wanted to. I couldn’t think of anything else to say either. Although I had been desperate for some kind of contact, I was unable to do anything except walking next to her. I was afraid of that tiny girl. I couldn’t look at her and found myself trying to think about everything other than her just to cope with the situation. I felt sick. We kept walking in silence, except for the popping of her chewing gum, which made me jump in my steps each time. We were forty minutes late when we entered the classroom. “So, what is the reason for this?” the teacher asked. “My father was supposed to give me a ride, but a water pipe broke and he had to stay at home. I had to wait for the next bus” Monica said. She stole my excuse! “Really? Well, I guess I will have to believe that one.” the teacher answered. I had to say something too but I was unable to make up anything much on the spot, so I just said that I had overslept. “That’s not acceptable, you know. One mark on Andrew.” the teacher said. I heard Monica giggle.

The little prank combined with the minutes of physical closeness to Monica added some fuel to my masturbation activity for a while.

The next thing that happened was during gym class. I was playing volleyball, Monica was on the opposite team. At one point I was able to make a great jump smash, but to my shock I smashed the ball directly at Monica who was unprepared, and with her arms halfway up the ball hit her breasts. It couldn’t have hurt much, but she was annoyed and gave me an evil eye that scared the shit out of me. I made sure to play poorly for the rest of the game and my team ended up losing.

In the wardrobe afterwards my mind was stuck on her, so much that I almost got an erection during the shower. It occurred to me that after gym class she would of course change socks, and that maybe I could actually steal them. Sure it would be risky, but it would also be the easiest and maybe only way to get her freshly worn socks or stockings. If she found out, I would be screwed, but I kind of wanted that too. I didn‘t feel like I had so much to lose anymore.

The easiest way would be if she changed before gym, leaving some used socks in the wardrobe during gym class. I could sneak in when no one was there. If I knew what kind of socks she was wearing, I could leave a similar pair there to prevent her from finding out, or at least to make her less upset. Perhaps she would think that another girl had taken the wrong socks.

The same day when I was waiting for the bus, I saw Monica walking towards me, looking at me with a sinister stare. I was her target, no doubt. She was going to punish me for the volleyball incident. Without thinking twice I just started to walk away. I hurried into the school building and ran through the corridors looking for a place to hide. The library was open. I went to the back of the room and sat down behind a shelf. The minutes went and she didn’t come. I stayed there until I knew her bus had left. Mine had left too, so I waited another hour to get the next bus.

The next day I took for granted that she would carry out whatever punishment she had in mind. There was no use escaping it. I had to brace myself and take it. It was going to be humiliating, but I comforted myself by thinking that she did this to other boys all the time. I expected it to happen during the first recess, and made sure to be by myself so maybe my friends wouldn’t witness it. I looked for Monica, hoping she would be alone as well. No such luck. She was standing with her girlfriends. Like in slow motion, I saw her look around until her eyes found me. She signalled with her hand for me to walk over, and I noticed my legs starting to move. I stopped in front of her. She was more than one head lower than me. “Pull your pants up.” she said. I was prepared to do whatever she told me. Like a robot I grabbed my pants and pulled them up. “More. More.” I pulled as far as they would go without ripping the seems. My balls were totally squeezed. I heard her girlfriends giggle but all I saw was Monica. “Turn around.” I did. “Look at that ass. It looks like a girl’s ass, doesn’t it?” Monica said. Her friends agreed and laughed more. She took hold and pulled the pants even further into my ass crack, making me go up on my toes. “God, that’s pathetic. I feel like I wanna spank it.” Monica said. “Turn around again.” She looked me into the eyes. I had to look down. “Do you want me to spank you?” she asked. “No, please don’t.” I said. She kept on looking at me, popping a couple of chewing gum bubbles. I was about to pee in my pants. Then she grabbed my shoulders and put her knee into my balls, which were probably visible on the outside of my tight pants. “Get lost.” she said. I sank down but managed to walk off. It was very painful.      

When I got home the same day I was wondering what the hell I was doing. My balls were still tender. Was that what I wanted? To be in pain like that, and let Monica make a loser out of me? I was confused. Something had happened that I had craved for a long time, but it was all to real.

I woke up in the middle of the night with a rock hard erection. A dream about Monica was still very vivid in my mind. I jerked off and my sore balls made it feel even better.

When the next gym class came up I had almost forgotten about the idea of stealing the socks. Coincidentally though, I was late, and realized it was the perfect opportunity. I didn’t have any socks to swap with, but maybe I could use some other girl’s socks. The wardrobe doors were next to each other, so I decided that if someone was still in the wardrobe, I would just  pretend to have opened the wrong door. Occasionally that did happen. The spontaneity of the action made me less nervous than I would usually be, but as I opened the door my heart paced up. The room was empty. I quickly spotted Monica’s bag. There was a pair of socks in it, but they were clean. So where the panties. No surprise really, but still disappointing. I would have to steal them after gym class in stead, somehow. I looked around for somebody else’s worn socks. I wouldn’t want just anybody’s, and nobody’s of course could match Monica’s, but Catherine’s might be of interest. She was posh enough to use a separate pair of socks just for gym class. I was right! Next to her bag was a used pair. They were even short nylon stockings, not cotton socks. I brought them up to my nose and felt a buzz in my head. A different smell than Monica‘s, but still the intoxicating scent of female feet. I put them in my pocket and hurried out of the room. 

I figured my act was more likely to be revealed if I showed up late for gym class than if I didn’t show up at all. I decided to go home and report sudden illness. Also I couldn’t wait to get home and jerk off while smelling the stockings.