Full Disclosure

My name is Donald; I am the dweeb, high school senior mathlete that you probably have beaten up in high school.  I am not suave or coordinated but when I am behind the camera, I feel special.  I like to capture beautiful objects and display them in my sanctuary.  I have an after school job at Peter’s Photography Studio.  The pay was decent plus after a few years I was given a huge discount on cameras and other supplies plus I did get some decent tips from customers.  One particular beauty has eluded my eye except for her face but not for long, her name is Susie Johnson.  She is the pom-pom princess of Xavier High School.  I have taken some pictures of her hiding in the bushes but any time I have been caught taking her picture I have had my camera smashed and been given a swirly. I have only one Polaroid that I stashed in my pocket before I got the crap beaten out of me which I got ten copies made that are stashed in my basement.   

You see everyone only sees me as a nerd who knows Algebra but underneath my dorky appearance I have a dark secret.  Over the last couple of years there have been several murders at our high school.  The woman they have found have been drunk, naked, stabbed multiple times, had the smell of Listerine also in them and they were all high school socialites that have been known to lack a few IQ points.  These bodies were found at riverbeds, lakes, and sewage treatment facilities.  I have never really loved any of these women but they fulfilled me orally.  After all even a geek has needs.  The problem is I am still technically a virgin.  I could piss down their throats but I never went spelunking because it just didn’t feel right.  I haven’t met the one but when I saw Susie I knew things were going to be different.

It was a week before finals, Susie was smart in every subject but when it came to Math she was hopelessly clueless.  I was shy but when I heard she needed help she was hesitant but decided that she could score well with me as her tutor.  I told her to come to my house at 9:00 p.m. every night leading up to finals, she agreed and thanked me.  After work for three years I stared at her while she was cleaning up the shake machine at McDonald’s in the mall.  Every time she scrubbed down the machine I kept imagining her going down on me.  Every time I captured the photograph, I saved it in my mind.  I felt hard as I saw my hands undressing her porcelain body.  I was excited when I pictured myself screwing the high school cheerleader.  Yes I knew I would no longer be a virgin anymore.

The night before finals I offered her a soda and she accepted it.  In my pocket I had a roofie that I put into her drink.  I gave her the drink and we talked a little more about the quadratic equations.  Soon she felt sleepy and passed out.  I dragged her body down to the basement.  I placed some sheets on the fold out couch, and then I placed her on top.  Slowly I undressed my desire and after removing each article of clothing I smelled it before I tossed it aside.  I went over to the dresser, put on a CD that had the music of Moonlight Sonata and hit repeat.  I took some photos of her face and then I set my up work station with my cameras on a few tripods which were on timers.  As they went off it took shots of her face, her immaculate breasts, her stomach, her pussy, and her feet.  I decided it was time for me to get into the pictures.  I ripped off my clothes and I positioned myself on top.  A preview of what was to come.  I placed my dick in her mouth artistically.  As the photos snapped, the music played on as I felt involuntarily her tongue batting my balls around.  I moaned pleasantly.  I stayed in that position for quite a while.  Soon I saw two of three cameras weren’t flashing. 

So I got up and put a new load in the cameras, I got some sheets, a bottle of versed, a needle, and a knife from the table.  I injected the versed into her left vein, I took the sheets and wrapped her arms and legs and tied each one to a table leg, or some other piece of furniture.  I moved slowly towards the folded out couch and got on top of her. I nervously positioned myself inside her and slowly I fucked her.  After all it was my first time.  Not that she had a choice but I started rocking her harder back and forth.  For a while I just heard the symphony but then I soon heard her moaning and she tried screaming.  It grated on my nerves so I exited her and slapped her but she kept crying.  “Shut up you whore; you gave it up to Greg, captain of the football team.  If you can give it up to him, you can give it up to me.”  “Stop Donald, you are supposed to be better than this”, she wailed.  I grabbed the knife and she started to scream once more.  The symphony that I had loved was being drowned out by her screams so I stabbed her repeatedly until the screams stopped.  I was madman, I stabbed her face, her immaculate breasts, I stabbed her stomach, I fucked her a couple more times then I stabbed her pussy, and I sliced her feet.  I drank her blood, screwed her a little more and then I stopped.

You may ask why did I stop but I felt a pang of guilt.  Even though she rejected me I still saw her as the pom-pom princess.  I took her to the bathroom scrubbed off the sex, douched her, dried her off with some extra towels I had at my disposal, pour alcohol and Listerine down her throat.  I got a few extra towels and laid them on the floor, I placed her on top.  I put my sheets, the towels, and my clothes into the washing machine.  I showered and got dressed, took the body and dumped the body down the falls.  She was always a nature lover so I left her sliding down the lovely Niagara Falls.  I drove back home, elated that I was no longer a virgin but saddened because I killed my first true love.  I was never worried about being caught.  After all who is going to blame the dweeb?