I.

I'm Samantha, you can call me Sam. I'm not a bad person. I may have made some mistakes in the past but I would never spread rumors about another girl to destroy her reputation. Never.

 

So, I didn't deserve what happened to me.

 

During my first year of college, I was in the "nerd" clique, always in the first row, never partying, never thinking of boys. I was in a little group of five and we would often meet and study together. And sometimes, yes... we would gossip, but who didn't.

 

It all started because of this girl, Tania. She was a loner, the gothic type. Not a bad student but definitely at the bottom of the hierarchy. We had some common classes and at the start we tried to invite her to join us. Thankfully she didn't, because I couldn't stand her. It was like she didn't care about her grades, about her classmates, about anything. Like she was in her own little bubble, in her small gothic world, like she never left high school. She was prancing around, in her perpetual black platform heels, black fishnet, miniskirts and bold, dark, edgy makeup. I don't like pick me girls, I don't like girls that put on airs, I don't like girls that dress like sluts. There, I said it. She looked like a slut.

 

So it became a joke in our little group. When we were talking about her, we would call her "the slut". I don't know who started it. Maybe Mel. Or Chloe. Or Liza. I'm pretty sure it wasn't me. Definitely not me.

 

But one day she came to me after class and asked if I was the one spreading rumors about her.

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"Are you the one that call me a slut?"

 

"I would never do that," I answered.

 

Except that she was dressed in towering platform heels, black miniskirt, with a black fishnet top showing off her toned abs. Her black bra was perfectly visible, the cups encasing two perfect orbs of flesh. How could her breasts be so big while she was so skinny?! I should tell the girls about that, it's pretty obvious she had some work done there.

 

I lifted my eyes to hold her gaze, a smirk playing on my lips as I raised my eyebrows defiantly. She was persuaded it was me.

 

She moved her head down, to whisper in my ear something that would change me forever: "Everybody should know that YOU are the biggest slut on campus. Besides, it's true."

 

She moved back.

 

"Isn't it?"

 

"Fuck off," I said simply.

 

 

I went back to my friend group, feeling somewhat defeated.

 

It didn't start to get weird until the next day.

 

II.

The next morning, I took the bus to school as usual. A few guys who also went to my campus were there. Normally, they’d be glued to their phones like everyone else. But today, they were looking at me.

I wasn’t particularly dressed up or anything. I wore black skinny jeans, white sneakers, a black top to downplay my curves, and over that, a blue denim vest paired with a yellow scarf. No makeup under my oversized glasses, and large headphones (strategically meant to deter conversation) blending into my thick brown hair.

Yet, they were ALL looking at me. With knowing smirks.

 

I tried to ignore it, but it wasn’t easy. When a man looks, he usually doesn’t tilt his head to follow you as you pass by him. Or turn around. But they did. And that made me painfully self-conscious. The feeling lingered on campus, too, where I kept catching people sneaking glances at me. It didn’t fade until I got to class, where, thankfully, everything felt normal. No weird looks. Just the usual: my friends waiting for me, laughing, swapping notes, making plans, then settling in to listen to the professor.

 

But after the lunch break, things escalated.

I was sitting outside, waiting for the next class, looking at my phone, when another student I vaguely knew approached me, grinning.

 

"Hey Sam. How are you?"

 

"Fine. You?"

 

"Fine." and he laughed, red as a beet.

 

Usually, when a boy would approach me like that, it would be to copy my notes. But apparently, this one just wanted to chat. Then, a friend of his approached, then another. When my own friends arrived I was surrounded by six to eight guys, very comfortably sitting next to me for some reason, all grinning or even laughing stupidly while I tried my best to ignore them and escape in my music.

 

"What's going on Sam?" Chloe asked me.

 

"I don't know, they all came to me."

 

"Getting popular, girl!", and they laughed.

 

I sat on the front row as usual and noticed another weird thing: most of the boys were sitting behind me. Same thing in all my subsequent classes.

 

At the end of the day, I was packing my stuff when I felt a hand on my lower back. At first I thought it was one of my friends but no, it was a guy, casually resting his hand here and asking "if I wanted to go somewhere". WTF?! I was stunned for a few seconds and said that no, thank you, I didn't want to go anywhere except far from him, so I pushed his hand and moved away from him as quickly as possible.

I was a bit pissed at myself for adding the "thank you" part and pondering if it was sexual harassment or not when I ran into Tania again.

 

Upon seeing me, she stated matter-of-factly: "Hey, if it isn't the school slut."

 

OMG. It hit me. She must have spread some nasty rumors about me!

 

I exploded.

 

"What did you do, Bitch?!"

 

"Just a little payback. Shut up. Stay still."

 

She approached me like a predator stalking its paralyzed prey, and indeed, I found myself unable to move a single muscle.

 

"Do you believe in magic, slut?"

 

I tried to shake my head 'no,' to no avail.

 

"You should. See, the kind of spell that has been cast upon you is like a hurricane, twirling around, impacting the world. Ninety-nine percent of people won’t be affected, because they don’t know you. Then, the spell spreads to those who know you slightly; for them, the spell doesn’t need to be very strong. They won’t understand how or why, but they’ll think of you as the campus slut. They are easy to influence. Next come those who know you better. Your classmates, for example. To them, you’re a slut, a tease, a cocksucker, an easy lay, since the very first day they knew you. Maybe you slept with some of them already.

Then comes your close circle: your friends. The spell will take a bit longer to take effect here because there’s so much to do to alter you in their minds and perceptions of you. But it will happen. Afterward, it reaches your family. Finally, at the eye of the storm, left untouched until the very last moment, stands... you."

 

She told me to "have fun" and I watched her leave, still frozen for several more minutes.

 

III.

I rationalized. I rationalized that she was trying to scare me. The fucking bitch. She was spreading rumors about me. Pretending to be some kind of witch. In the evening, I told them about the event in the group chat and all my girlfriends had my back, feeling sorry for me, and we even had some ideas for revenge.

 

So, the next morning, I was in high spirits. How naive I was!

 

In the bus, boys were still eyeing me but now I (thought I) knew why. Because of the rumors Tania spread! I clenched my jaw, furrowed my eyebrows, became perfectly unapproachable. It didn't stop 2 guys from following me in the back of the bus like little puppies. I stayed on alert during the whole ride, ready to snap at them but they didn't try anything.

 

Once on the campus, I noticed that random boys were nodding to me, smirking. I ignored them all.

 

I headed straight to my classroom where Mel and Chloe were already seated.

 

"Hey!" I greeted cheerfully.

 

"What do you want?" they responded. A cold, heartless greeting. All eyes on me, waiting for my next move. Definitely hostile.

 

"What do you mean? I sit with you."

 

"Since when?"

 

"What do you mean since when? Since forever."

 

Mel gave me a shrug. They clearly didn't want me here. They were treating me like a stranger.

I realized it wasn't a joke. I've lost my friends. The group chat didn't seem to exist anymore.

 

In the next class, Liza was even more clear. She "didn't talk to sluts". I was baffled. I understood that maybe Tania had told the truth.

 

The relentless assaults from the guys continued. At the lunch break, between classes, even during class, a never-ending influx of guys were orbiting me, all smirking, all seemingly waiting for.... something.

 

Tania was nowhere to be found. I decided to go home early and to confront her tomorrow in the class we had in common. I needed to get her to revert whatever she did to me.

 

So, yeah, I had to ride in the dreadful bus again. Thankfully there was a lot less passengers than in the morning, but, still, 2 or three male students got on the bus with me. I found a seat in the back and they followed, one of them sitting just next to me (of course) and the two others standing next to us.

 

How ridiculous they were. Boys. Thinking with their cocks. Looking at the passing landscape through the windows, I couldn't resist smiling, because I knew what they wanted, and they knew I knew what they wanted... Such a ridiculous charade!

I started to play with my hair, something I used to do when I was nervous. I could feel their gaze on me. Were they really looking at me? Out of curiosity, I turned my head and... yeah. Our gazes locked. All three of them were looking at me, grinning. I quickly averted my eyes, to the window, as I continued fiddling with my hair, stifling a giggle.

It wasn't so bad, being ogled by boys. Boys being boys. Better than to be ignored, I guessed. I heard one laugh. I liked his voice. I liked their smell. Horny young studs. Thinking with their, big, hard cocks.

 

No! I had to get a grip on myself.

 

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my jeans. The guy next to me was touching my knee! I couldn't let him do that!

 

"Stop that..." I protested with a lot less conviction in my voice that I would have wanted, casting a sidelong glance at him.

 

"Why?", he answered, cockily.

 

I was twirling my hair now, lost in his eyes. He was kind of hot. I rolled my eyes, in a "whatever" fashion, but, really, I was defeated. I couldn't leave, he was sitting in the aisle. I was submitting to the relentless assault of his hand, that was slowly creeping on the inside of my thighs, up, down, up, down, each stroke getting closer and closer to my most private area. I liked the feeling. I couldn't help but open my legs a bit more, breathing heavily, smiling widely. I was such a sl.. a slu... no! Fuck that!

 

I stood up, forcing my way out to stand near the door in front and got out of the bus as soon as I reasonably could. I had to resist. My close friends were already affected by the spell, treating me like a slut. So, I was next in line. I had to resist, at least until I could meet Tania the next day.

 

IV.

But it wasn't so easy. When I woke up the next day I was, really, really horny. I've had needs. I've been horny. I never was a prude. But there was no comparison with the heat I felt when I woke up.  I needed  to touch myself. To rub it. To play with my pussy, to gently stroke my clit. I knew I couldn't function properly today if I didn't get it out of my system. So I masturbated, screaming, wiggling, eyes rolled back, mouth wide open, body trembling. It was so sensitive, each touch the most pleasurable feeling in the world, I felt like I was losing my mind, melting into oblivion.

Around 8, I finally got up, slightly more relieved but still consumed by a burning desire like I've never felt before.

 

Another surprise was my wardrobe: gone were all the dark colors to hide my fat, the long pants, the heavy tops. All my lingerie were now sexy lace, miniskirts in place of my pants, along with transparent or mini-crop tops. Basically, all my clothes were now clubbing outfits.

 

I managed to find a somewhat decent (sparkling) top and combined the longest skirt I could find (still mid-tighs, and, also, bright red!) with green yoga pants. I wore the lowest heels I had, which were still 3 inches. I looked like some kind of Christmas tree but at least I was decent.

 

The bus was packed as usual and I was stuck between passengers in the middle of it, though luckily most were girls.

 

But as the bus started to move, an itch between my legs got more and more intense. Small at first, it became soon impossible to ignore, clouding my mind. I was getting hornier and hornier. I should've masturbated more this morning. I should've released more tension. Ok. I could still touch myself as soon as I arrived. But there was still 20min left to the bus ride. I squeezed my thighs together.  I'm pretty sure I was getting, really, really wet. Could I rub myself here, in the middle of this crowd? Would they notice?

 

Thankfully, a solution appeared. A hand, on my lower back. Moving slowly toward my ass. The touch was electric, sending pleasurable tingles through my body. But he was so clumsy, and slow! If I wanted to resist, to release some tension, to escape becoming the slut Tania cursed me to be, I needed more.

So, I grabbed his hand. He tried to push it away but I grabbed firmly, until he stopped fighting me. Then, I moved it, lower, a lot lower. Theeere. I wanted to tell him: I don't want you to touch my ass, man. I want you to touch a bit further. My wet hole. Yes. Even a bit further. Oh yes.

That was perfect. As he was rubbing in circular motion my most sensitive flesh I was struggling to keep quiet, biting my lips, eyes half closed, hyper-ventilating.

 

It didn't help me get out of my horny state. I arrived at the university, had to get out. I didn't cum. I was in desperate need of release. How could I confront Tania in this state? The boy in the bus had left me flushed, wet, horny, so, as soon as I arrived, I locked myself into a stall, moved my skirt up, my yoga pants down and masturbated again in the bathroom. Yes. If I could just relieve the tension, I reasoned, I wouldn't act like a slut. After just a few minutes of pleasuring myself using my expert fingers, I finally achieved a loud, trembling orgasm on the toilet seat, clearing my mind a just a bit.

My yoga pants had a large, wet patch on them, and my panties were dripping wet from my own juices, thanks to the dude fingering me through them in the bus. I couldn't put them back on: it was vile and they stank.

So I decided the reasonable thing to do was to just put on my skirt, going commando to the classroom where the lesson was already started. It wasn't so bad, the mid-tights skirt was long enough to protect my modesty.

 

In the large amphitheater, Tania was there, near the front row, while I moved surreptitiously to the back. An hour and half to wait, until the end of the course. It was a long time. So, I was slowly getting horny again. So, yeah, I started playing with my pussy again. I had no choice, I had to get it under control. I was playing with myself discreetly... at first. But this new "me" wasn't discreet at all. I couldn't stop myself from moving my hips back and forth, making the wooden bench squeak, like I was grinding on an invisible partner. I really needed to get it out of my system.

 

An unexpected hand on my thigh. A guy had moved next to me and I didn't even notice! Maybe the same guy from before, who knew?

Perfect. That was even better. He would help me relieve the sexual tension that was boiling in me. I grabbed his hand, placed it between my legs and O.M.G. Having a stranger's hand touching my flesh directly was a hundred, a thousand times better than doing it myself. I think I screamed very, very loudly because the teacher and basically all the class turned toward me but I didn't care at this point. This is what I needed.

I got up, left the classroom, went in a bathroom stall with the guy, still holding his hand. That was perfect. He just needed to fuck me hard, then I would be able to think normally and confront Tania.

 

He bent me over the porcelain bowl and slipped easily into my wet hole.  I didn't even know his name. I asked him to fuck me, harder, as hard as he could, to use me, to pound me with all his powerful, masculine raw lustful energy and I LOVED IT.

I lost track of everything except the primal sensation of our bodies colliding. His hands gripped my hips tightly, pulling me against him with each forceful stroke. My fingers clawed at the cold porcelain, knuckles white as I tried to steady myself amidst the storm of pleasure.

 

"Yes, YES" I gasped, my voice echoing in the small stall. "Harder!"

 

His grunts matched mine, raw and animalistic. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy crashing through me, pushing me closer to the edge. The room spun around us; the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, mingling with our desperate moans.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not Tania, not the class waiting outside, not the consequences of my actions. All that existed was this wild, unrestrained lust consuming every fiber of my being.

 

***

 

The class was over. The teacher, a tall, skinny man in his fifties, was still there, packing up, but no more students in the class. No Tania.

 

The teacher looked up and called me:

 

"Samantha?"

 

"Yes?"

 

I went to him, twirling a strand of hair. He asked me to follow him in his office.

"Take a seat," he instructed, as he closed his door. And locked it. And looked at me with a slight smile.

 

My heart was pounding. For sure, I was going to be expelled, or worse? He saw me scream, leave the class with a boy. I was pretty sure he saw me masturbate.

 

I decided fast. I had only one thing to do if I didn't want to get expelled. I needed to seduce the guy.

 

I moved a bit back on the chair, letting my skirt rise up. Opened my legs, letting him see my bare pussy, still holding his gaze. My left hand moved to my snatch, gently teasing it, while my right hand went to fondle my breast.

 

He opened his zipper, and approached me with his fat, wrinkly, very red cock.

 

"Looks like you will get an A+ on the next test," he said, as I bent over to gobble his dick.

 

Memories rushed in. I wasn't being punished or anything. I had a deal with most of my teachers, sexual favors for grades. I fucked constantly, students, staff, everyone.

 

"You're such a fucking slut."

 

I could only give an affirmative groan. Yes.

 

I was the biggest slut in school.