Diary of a Goth Princess Ch. 01

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(Usual Disclaimer Time: All the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we’re living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it’s all in good fun.)

(Author’s Note: This story requires a little explanation before we get too deep into it. This is a spin-off story from my main series, Senior Year Memories, starring the goth stunner, Josie Wong, girlfriend of that series’ lead, Ryan Collins. While it takes place in the same universe and will often reference characters or concepts from it, being a Senior Year Memories expert is NOT required to enjoy this story; I’m trying to make it its own fun thing and aim to provide all appropriate context. So, while it will be familiar to longtime readers, it is meant to be accessible to newcomers as well. I don’t have a set long plan for this one, aside from it being a chance to explore some darker corners of the story’s universe, so let’s just see where the fun of this one takes us.

Further, I want to thank my reader Faqt3 for suggesting the basis of this story idea. As always, I want to give special thanks to fellow Literotica author Lil_kitty for her excellent work as my editor and acting as a second set of eyes on this chapter, and for letting me know what did and didn’t work; if you get a chance, please check out her work and drop some stars if you enjoyed, she writes some very hot and fun stories.)

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I remember a while ago when it seemed like every TV show would begin with a narrator explaining who they were, describing themselves to the audience as if they’d forgotten who they were since last week’s episode. These always used to annoy me, but since I’m moving this story away from my boyfriend’s already established narrative and taking it into my own hands, I guess I’ll take a crack at introducing myself.

Just don’t expect me to make this a regular thing, ‘kay?

My name is Josie Wong. I’m 18-years-old, a senior at Regan Hills High School, the finest institution of learning in all of Regan Hills, California pretty much by default, since there aren’t that many schools in town. I love photography, scary movies, my boyfriend, Ryan, and our girlfriend, Brooke. See, we’ve got this “throuple” (Brooke’s cutesy word for our arrangement, not mine) thing down, and have made it work for us alright so far.

It’s imperfect, and we’re still figuring out the ins and outs, but, hey, if it were easy to sort through, it wouldn’t be as fun, right?

If you wanted to fit me into some cliched movie clique, you’d definitely call me a goth; I like dark clothes and pale makeup, the macabre side of the arts, have my share of piercings and ink, and will absolutely bite back if you get up in my face. Ryan likes to call me a “goth princess”, since he thinks my style goes toward a dark kind of glam sometimes, which is not untrue, I suppose.

So, yeah, that’s the short description of me. I’m not forgetting anything, right?

Oh, yeah, there is one more big thing about me that’s pretty relevant to all of what’s to come: I’m also a complete and utter slut.

I know, I know, it’s not a very empowering word, but I’m repurposing it because I do kinda like the sound of it. People have used it to insult me ever since I started growing boobs; I’ve decided to own it, instead.

Yeah, I like sex, a lot. No, I don’t give a shit who judges me for it. I’ve fucked a lot of boys, and girls, because it is a lot of fucking fun. And I’m gonna do a whole lot more. Ryan and Brooke, they get me… and they have much the same affliction, some would say; he’s a nerd gifted with a ten-inch cock and a prodigy-like understanding of sex who’s been with seemingly every girl and woman in school, and Brooke’s this tiny, blonde cheer whore who looks like the sweetest thing in the world while all dressed up in pink fluff, until you take her clothes off, and then she can and will fuck you senseless.

Ahhh… fuck, I love them. We’re a peculiar fucking trio, goth, nerd, cheerleader, but it works well. Clothes on, we’re amazing friends who like similar things and love each other intensely. Clothes off, well, the three of us can fuck like absolute maniacs. I’d been getting laid plenty before senior year, but with these two in my life, you can say I’m pretty fucking satisfied all the damn time.

It’s been good spending time with these two, they’ve really brought a lot of joy and orgasms to my life this senior year, but there is more to life than my boyfriend and girlfriend. I’ve got my own friends, my own adventures, my own journey that doesn’t begin and end with my association with Ryan Collins and Brooke King.

So, here I am, sharing my story. Ryan has his pictures, and I’ve got this diary. I’ve tried diaries before, and the habit has never stuck, but maybe this time will be different. Maybe if I think about it like how Ryan thinks of his pictures, as a way of making sure nothing is forgotten… yeah, that makes some sense, I think.

So, now that that’s out of the way, bahis siteleri let’s get down to some of the naughtiness I got up to on my own than during the latter half of senior year.

***

I’m gonna be honest: I never thought I’d be a fucking babysitter. I always thought I was too independent and out of touch with what it was like being a kid that I’d never have it in me to be around any of them, and, it’s not like I got the look for the job either. I look like something you’d see on a poster where they’d try to warn kids this is what they’d look like if they didn’t find Jesus. So, yeah, not your typical sweet girly babysitter by far.

Then, around Christmas, things got thrown for one hell of a loop. My grandmother got sick, and the family flew out to Hawaii to take care of her after her surgery. Most of the adults, my parents, aunts and uncles, they were a mess, but my cousins were just kids who didn’t really know what was going on. Being the oldest of the lot who made the trip, I decided to throw myself in and help out a little by watching them. Playing games, putting movies on, being a bad influence, you know, standard shit.

And as it turned out… well, I was actually pretty good at it. I might not have had all the skills, but I could keep them in line long enough to let the adults get things in order so my grandmother was safe and healthy and happy before we all wound up heading back for the mainland.

It was when we got back home (and I found out that I had a shiny new blonde girlfriend now in addition to the boyfriend I’d had when I’d left, which, yeah, was one hell of a welcome home surprise), and I started realizing I’d like some cash of my own stashed aside, that I thought I’d give babysitting as an afterschool gig a try. I told my parents, they told their friends, and one thing led to another and by February, I actually had a handful of clients around town. Most of the kids were alright, even if some of them were spoiled brats, but it was the parents that made things interesting.

I know you’ve all heard horror stories of unreasonable parents making babysitters’ lives a living hell, and while I might have interviewed with one or two like that, I never actually worked with them. I wasn’t going to bust my beautiful ass putting up with that kind of shit, and so I put together a list of respectable clients I could work with. They may not have all been the nicest people, but they weren’t assholes, and they paid well. The moms tended to be the hard ones to crack, while the dads…

Well, dads were where the real fun started.

Now, I did dress up a bit more for interviews, but that didn’t change the fact that I was still not the usual stereotype of a wholesome blonde babysitter you’d see running from a masked killer in an 80s slasher. I’d still look like a Chinese goth chick, with shiny black hair in a pixie cut, black lipstick, and dark clothing that did little to hide the tattoos on my neck and forearm. And, yeah, these clothes still couldn’t hide the fact that I was pretty fucking stacked for a girl of 5’4″. My D-cup tits and full, round ass stood out in all the clothes I had, and I gotta say, it always got a reaction from the dads (and some of the moms, too, but that’s another story). Most of them didn’t even try to pretend they weren’t leering at me, and for some of them, I’ll admit that I did show off and tease them. Some of these dads were kind of cute, after all, and knowing that I had that kind of power over them was pretty fucking sweet. It helped me negotiate better terms, get some better tips on my terms and with my power.

It felt fucking great, honestly, getting extra cash by taking advantage of these horny dads… but my naughtier instincts wanted more than just that. You see, Ryan had already fucked around with some of our friends’ moms and teachers, and while I’d fucked a lot of guys and girls around my age, I hadn’t really worked my charms with any DILFs or MILFs of my own.

Ryan loved his experiences with the MILFs of Regan Hills, and I really got off on the stories he’d tell me of all the shit he got up to… and I wanted to show him that he wasn’t the only one who could pull it off. It was all just a matter of finding the right guy at the right time and playing my cards correctly. I couldn’t just give in to any leering dad, since I had standards to keep after all. I wanted him to be hot and I wanted him to be decent, not just because decent guys know how to treat you to a good time, but because a little corruption makes the victory that much sweeter.

So, this is how I decided to make my move on Mr. Adrian Beaumont.

To be sure, I wasn’t the only girl at Regan Hills High who had their eyes set on our school’s newest history teacher. He was in his early 30s, blonde, and at an athletic 6’2″, he was a fucking attractive man, with a strong chin that held a perpetual stubble, icy blue eyes, and a smile that had most of the senior class girls creaming their fucking panties. Though he wore professional the button-up, long-sleeved shirts, I could tell he was muscular, and his jeans canlı bahis siteleri were tight enough that I knew he had a really nice ass.

Probably a pretty big cock, too, but that was harder to confirm without closer inspection.

He was also a nice guy, pretty new to teaching full time and still passionate about it, with some good analyses and more interesting assignments than the hag he replaced. He was funny without trying too much, easy for all of us to talk to, and took criticisms and suggestions to heart rather than brushing us off like most of the adults would.

It was pretty obvious that all the girls at school who were into guys wanted to fuck him, and I knew of a few who had actually tried and failed. Since these girls were hot as fuck, I knew this had to be because he was actually a devoted husband to his high school sweetheart wife, Leslie, and a dedicated father to their five-year-old daughter, Anya. Although girls were throwing themselves at him left, right and center, he didn’t even glance in their direction, because that was just the kind of decent guy he was.

His commitment and loyalty to his family, despite the attention he was getting, was certainly noteworthy and something I’d probably never succeed at myself in a monogamous situation. Somehow, he managed, although not without some speed bumps. As the second semester dragged on, you could see in class he was losing his willpower a little at a time, looking at the exposed flesh of the senior class on parade just a little longer than he ought to each time. It almost seemed like the next Regan Hills slut to make a move would get to him, almost…

To get him to break with his morals, a girl would have to have an edge.

So, remember my whole babysitting gig? Yeah, that was my edge.

***

It was 7:30 at night, and as was often the case lately, I was sitting cross-legged at the coffee table in the Beaumont house’s living room, the TV on low as I worked my way through some math problems. Anya, a great kid if there ever was one, was already in bed. When it came to bedtime, she wasn’t a fighter, wasn’t a fusser, and once you read her a story and she nodded off, not even a bomb going off above her bedroom would’ve woken her.

This would be useful for my plan.

I had come here directly after school to greet Leslie Beaumont, in her scrubs and ready for a night shift at the hospital, and after all assurances that I had everything in order, I saw her out the door and tended to Anya. Normally I would have changed between school and babysitting, but today I had come still dressed as I had at school. It wasn’t the sluttiest outfit I had… but it was fun.

My long black coat covered up a matching tight black tank top that showed a lot of cleavage and ripped jean short shorts that showed off the curves of my ass well. While dealing with Leslie and looking after Anya, I had kept the coat on, but I’d taken it off once Anya dozed off. Mr. Beaumont had already seen me in this outfit at school earlier, so he wouldn’t think anything out of the ordinary, which was about right where I fucking wanted him.

I heard a key in a lock, then the front door opening as he stepped inside.

Jackpot.

“That you in there Josie?” he called out, his voice smooth and friendly.

“I’m in the living room, Mr. Beaumont,” I said, keeping my voice even to hide my enthusiasm.

This wasn’t going to be something I could rush, no matter how wet with anticipation I already was.

“I’ll be there in a second,” he said, sounding tired but good-natured as he usually did after a long day at school.

No doubt he was going through the motions, taking off his shoes, dropping papers and his laptop off in his office. It took a lot of restraint not to give him everything I had here, showing up naked and jumping him… but patience. I needed to be patient, and so I was patient.

I heard him approaching. He said, “I wanted to thank you for sticking around as long as you have today; I had a meeting with Principal Carpenter and it went on longer than I expected, I hope you don’t…”

As he entered the room, his voice seemed to run out of energy as he looked down at me. I couldn’t tell if his eyes were latched onto my cleavage, or on my exposed legs under my shorts… personally, I hoped he was looking at my ass. I loved my ass, and everyone with eyes loved my ass.

I don’t know what he was looking at, but I was definitely giving him a good once over as I looked up at him. His jeans were nice and tight, and he’d undone a couple buttons on his long-sleeved work shirt. He was looking a little more tired than usual, and he hadn’t shaved today, giving him that sexy stubble look around his stunned smile. Briefly, I darted my eyes down to the front of his pants.

No erection that I could see, but, I’d fix that soon enough.

“Hey, Mr. Beaumont!” I said, my voice chipper and putting on one of those cute smiles I’d seen Brooke pull off so well that seemed to disarm the boys. I normally had a lot more edge to my voice than this, but if I was canlı bahis going to take him by surprise, I reasoned that a more innocent-seeming approach was the way to go.

It had been working so far.

I continued, “Anya’s in bed, and I was just finishing up some homework; I’ll be ready to wrap up in a few minutes, if that’s alright?”

He shook his head, no doubt trying to dissipate any bad thoughts he might have had. “Uh, thanks, Josie… I’ll get your money. And the extra for the OT you put in.”

“Thanks!” I replied, not taking my eyes off of him as he sorted through his wallet. I wondered what he would look like under all of those clothes, but was content that I would know soon.

He handed me the money, his smile tired. “Here… I know it’s more than you and Leslie agreed on, but with all you’ve been doing for us lately, I’d say you earned it.”

Quickly, I counted the money, and found he had understated how much he was overpaying me. I joked, “Wow, I should’ve negotiated with you instead of her!”

He laughed. “Yeah, she always tells me that I’m gonna get taken advantage of one of these days, but I can’t help being generous.”

I was willing to put that to the test.

Taking a hint from how tired he sounded, I said, “Rough day, Mr. Beaumont?”

He laughed, slightly. “Not exactly rough… just missing Leslie since she’s been putting in all those extra shifts at the hospital, and school… I guess you could say it’s been like any other day since I started teaching at your school. I… I don’t think I should say anything about it, actually, being your teacher and all.”

Mr. Beaumont and I had developed a casual, conversational relationship ever since I started babysitting for him and Leslie, and I knew I could get through this roadblock easily with the right amount of heavily applied charm.

“Awww, come on, who doesn’t love a good little bit of gossip? I fucking love gossip!” I said, even though my enthusiasm for gossip was considerably lower than what I’d indicated.

Putting his wallet away, he chuckled. “My wife better not hear you talking like that. Or any of your other teachers for that matter.”

“Ah, sorry… does it bother you?” I asked, pretending to look down in embarrassment.

“No. You’re on your own time, talk however the fuck you want,” Mr. Beaumont replied, grinning. “Just be careful where you say what if you don’t want to get into any trouble.”

I dropped my mouth open in fake surprise. “Mr. Beaumont said a dirty word! Oh, my poor, innocent ears! You’ve sullied them, I’m never going to be the same again after this! Well, I’ll keep that as our little secret.”

“You better,” he said, his eyes darting toward me again, then away, quickly.

Yeah, I think he was definitely looking at my tits this time.

“Just like you’d better keep that coat on whenever Leslie’s around; if she saw you dressed like that, she’d think some bad things about you, and that I was a dirty old man for letting you walk around the house like that,” Mr. Beaumont said, very strategically not looking at me.

I rolled my eyes. “Do you have a problem with how I dress?”

“No,” he replied, his tone measured. “School dress codes are bullshit and don’t apply to my house, and besides, you’re not at school; you should feel free to be comfortable… it’s just you should be careful who you do it around so they don’t get the wrong idea. Like Leslie, she…”

“She might get the wrong idea?” I suggested. “Why?”

He laughed. “It’s just that I used to be a bit of a heartbreaker back in school, and she gets a little protective. I think that’s one of the reasons she went with you, you don’t look like any of the girls who used to chase after me back then, but I think she worries that I might have the eye of a dirty old man. I don’t, by the way.”

I’d have to work on that, but this was all good to know.

“Noted,” I said, nodding, before chuckling slightly. “And you’re not a dirty old man. I mean, you’re not even that old… what are you, thirty?”

“Yeah, we’ll go with that answer,” he laughed, before looking down at me.

Still sitting expectantly on the floor, I said, “So… eventually you were planning on sharing some gossip?”

Sitting down on the couch next to me, Mr. Beaumont sighed. “It’s not the most exciting gossip, just administrative stuff, lesson plans, disciplinary matters…”

I could tell he wished he hadn’t brought up that last point, so of course I had to jump on it. “Ooh, who’s in trouble?”

Mr. Beaumont shook his head. “Pretend I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh no, you can’t just start saying something and then ask for me to pretend you didn’t, because I can’t forget that now, and I’m gonna start poking some holes in that until you tell me exactly what’s going on. Or, you know, die trying,” I said, eying him appreciatively as he uncomfortably changed his position.

Not wanting him to be able to look away, I turned around and put my arms on the couch next to him, leaning down so my tits looked quite good in my tight top, pressed up against my arm. I’d already stashed my bra in my purse, so he was definitely getting a good view. The outlines of my nipples alone would drive most men mad… and I was assuming that, deep down, Mr. Beaumont was exactly like most men.

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