cheyenne

Oh yes I have. Years ago, I had the distinct misfortune to experience some truly awful shit from people/person (we still don’t know exactly) off tumblr. I’d been careless, let slip some personal information in the background of my stories, allowing some really creepy person or persons to find out just enough about me to harass me irl. I was shook, and the entire legal ordeal that followed reinforced my belief that Singapore’s police and judicial system always tends to favour the harassers, never the harassed. I don’t want to relieve those memories, truth be told. Please don’t ask about them. I’m only back because I finally know I’m safe for now.

Hello my sweet princes and princesses!

Erin had a routine. And God help whoever came before her and her routine.

Alarm set for precisely 6.05am. Erin never overslept, she always woke up on time. Each and every morning, she counted to 60 after her alarm blared. By 59, she would be up, turning off the air conditioner (she could only sleep at 19 degrees and nothing else. Not hotter, not colder. School camps were a nightmare for her.)

6.07, clothes off and into the shower. 6.08, toothbrush and toothpaste. 6.09, water hits her head. Shampoo then soap. Alternate days saw the use of conditioner. 6.10, on Wednesdays only, she'd pick up some tweezers and got to work. Erin was blessed with little to no body hair. A very light tuft of soft black hair covered her vagina, carefully, meticulously trimmed and plucked. She wasn't sexually active, no, not yet at 16, but such was the extent of Erin's discipline that there was nary a stray hair on her body.

Showers were never anything more than part of a routine for Erin. Her classmates often giggled and whispered in hushed tones to one another about the times they did naughty things to themselves in the showers but aside from a polite fascination, Erin had never cared for anything of the sort. Her knowledge of her own body was limited to knowing that she was 5 foot 3, just slightly taller than other girls her age. Her soft, perky breasts were 32B, similar to the girls in school, for sure but Erin never realized just how many guys would give her the once over when they walked past her in public. Light brown, almost beige nipples matched her healthy and fair toned vagina. Lips that were naturally folded in, never penetrated before, a clit yet to be discovered. Her eyes were oval, her smile, soft.

Stepping out of the shower, she toweled herself off and started to get dressed. A champagne pink Triumph bra partnered a Pink branded cotton panties. Erin didn’t know how to properly pick her bras and underwear, that was taken care of by Erin’s 23 year old sister Cheryl, who had a slightly pricey taste in lingerie. Erin didn’t know and didn’t really care either, her underwear was comfortable and that was all she really needed. Pulling on her pinafore, she headed out of the room, ready to conquer another day, in her own precise, disciplined way. 

School was finally coming to a close. Hot and tiring, Cheyenne was still racing to catch up on her notes before the chemistry pop quiz that the class was about to have. “Erin! I take your notes ah, fast one, just need to copy this inorganic thing,” she called out, reaching over to her neighbor and best friend’s desk. As her hand mindlessly and messily copied Erin’s meticulously prepared notes, she looked over at Erin and her mind began to wonder. Erin was this picture perfect convent schoolgirl, the ideal daughter every parent would die to have. Cheyenne on the other hand? Nope. People would die to not have her as a daughter. Her life was as messy as 16 year old’s could possibly be. She messed around in school, copying homework last minute, she copied off Erin in more tests than she was prepared to admit to herself and her life outside school was just as messy, if not more. She hung out with boys from church and their friends, getting drunk and sneaking into clubs way too underage. She grinded guys under shitty club lighting and sneaked off drunk to grimy Zouk toilets to give older guys the blowjobs they craved and get the attention she wanted. She had issues, that was for sure. For all her intoxicated adventures, she hadn’t yet lost her virginity but that was just her wanting to meet a guy who was old enough to know what he was doing, not creepy in the way you must be if you want to sleep with a 16 year old and yet willing to fuck a girl who was literally barely legal. Guys never ticked all three boxes off, most times, they were creepy dudes who wanted a needy young girl to give them the validation they couldn’t get from peers their own age, and it would be a cold day in hell before the famous Cheyenne would lose her virginity to anyone less than an absolute 10 out of 10. 

Cheyenne was built differently physically too. She was stronger, her body slightly more well defined. She had 32Cs, that she mostly had to hide in sports bras, for Cheyenne was a school sprinter. Years of physical training had left her with toned legs and calves that were powerful and looked sculpted. A perky butt meant the guys who were lucky enough to get a grind from her on Saturday nights had a lovely pillow to rest their rigid hardons that were inevitably there. 

Hi guys! Just a quick update! We’ll be taking a short break from my sexcapades with my cousins for now. There’s a good reason for this hiatus and its because...

I’M COLLABORATING! 

With none other than the lovely @ erinlinympho 

Please go follow her (and me too thanks <3) and look out for our collab series, coming soon. Its a really good series if I can say so myself. Just to give you guys a heads up, here’s a little bit about the people you’ll get to know over the next few weeks:

Erin, the 16 year old CHIJ student who’s about to get Red Weddinged. 

Cheyenne, Erin’s best friend who gets caught up in a love triangle. 

Melissa, the coldest, hottest and bitchiest little cunt in IJ. She hates Erin whom everyone agrees, is way prettier.  

Zachary, popular Sec 4 RI rugby captain, dating Melissa. People think he’s a model student but he sneaks glances at Cheyenne when he thinks no one is looking. Erin has the biggest lady boner for Zach, unfortunately. 

Keith, Zach’s best friend and rugby vice-captain. A relatively nice guy who nurses a secret crush on Erin but doesn’t say anything for some reason (I wonder why...)

Haikal, the third person in the triumvirate of RI best buddies. A chubby guy, he doesn’t play rugby like the other two but he’s big and irritable. Not a good combo. 

There will be trigger warnings before each story, just in case. 

Coming very fucking soon. Just like you guys will be. 

We headed off to the room together, Justin leading the way, his heads fuelled by the promise of at least an over the jeans cock rub. I had other plans, naturally. When we entered my room, Desiree had claimed my desk chair and was already opening up Netflix on my computer.

“You two take the bed lor, I’ll sit here. Throw me a pillow please,” Desiree said, making things much simpler for me to put my plan into action. I reached for the air-con remote and closed the door. Justin had taken a spot on the bed, reclining against the pillows, his feet dangling off the bed. Locking eyes with him, I walked slowly and bent over, giving him a show as I picked up the blanket on the floor and lay down on the bed with him, leaning my body against his. Covering both of us with the blanket, I could feel the beat of his heart and the sound of his breath. Desiree loaded up A Series of Unfortunate Events and she seemed really engrossed in it. Good for us, I thought.

Quietly, I undid the button and slowly, I slid my hand into Justin’s jeans. My hand wriggled in the tight space and reached into his boxers, grasping his cock. He started growing rapidly, his cute little penis quickly filled up and as I was clutching it, became hard as rock. I looked up at him. Beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead. His lips were pursed in sexual tension. His eyes were closed and the brows of concentration were all too familiar for me. This wasn’t my first rodeo. 

Steadily, I started stroking Justin’s cock. One stroke up, a tease of his head... and a stroke down, rub my thumb around his shaft. On and on I went, wanking him under cover of the blanket which wasn’t really enough. There was a nice tent forming. Soon his precum started leaking over my fingers. I drew my hand out and he finally opened his eyes, querying me almost. Keeping my eyes locked to his, I slowly pulled my hand out from the under the blanket and sucked each of my fingers, tasting his salty clear pre cum. He grinned in that way only a boy seeing his cousin suck his juices can. Then a different Justin came out.