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Name: Lauren Lamdi

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Place of Birth: Earth, America, Pennsylvania, Hershey Hospital. Mom had a bit too much fun at the amusement park and popped her cork.

Nationality: American, West Virginian

Hair: Strawberry Red

Eye Color: Hazel

Skin Tone: Pale to light.

Pubic Hair: Matches the drapes.

Distinguishing features: Heavily sunned freckles under eyes, across the nose, over shoulders, and top of arms.

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 140 Ibs

Bust: 39" and 36C's cup bra.

Waist and Hips: 27" and 39" within size 10's dress (unless they are Chinese!)

Feet: 9"

Background: What's to talk about? Something interest? Attractive? Juicy? Ah~ well, there really isn't much. Grew up, moving from a trailer home park, to a trailer home lodged in the crack of a mountain. Not the typical mountains you would see standing defiantly against the Gods. These were old, worn down, mountains that would one day flatten into hills. The Appalachian.

You know, it is difficult dragging these memories out. You know the typical ordeal of some dude losing their car keys and trying to retrace their steps to find them? I'm trying to go back years here. I'll tell you something simple and on topic. School-life! I slept in class. Procrastinated on homework. Argued with teachers. Fought with my fellow students. One time, grabbed her by the ear, ripped the damn jeweled decor straight down, and threw the fucking earring over our playground fence. Okay! Okay! I wasn't a bully here. Really... I think? No crowds, groups, partners. Solitude. A creature not to fuck with... Well, so far.

That was my school years. Believe it or not, I graduated both halves, the Grade and High. How? Common sense. I have a lot of that. 1. Always attend, no tardies, and participate in classroom activities. Yes, that means wake the fuck up, and grab a lab partner, or something. 2. Homework sucked. I had someone else do it for me or I frantically wrote shit down on a piece of paper before time was up to hand it in. 3. Tests. Dear god. Cramming your head full of knowledge before bed was not my ideal afternoon. It made more sense to 8-ball it before the actual exam. That way it was fresh... Plus, looking across your neighbors paper to compare notes didn't hurt. 4. Threats. Oh, hold on. Not from me or family. Government! Yeah! Get that? The damn schools couldn't do squat against the big wigs huddled around each, voting on what do to with their declining education, and decide that No Child should be Left Behind bullshit. Ha! 5. Fucking summer schools. Oh dear God. Yes. Try never missing a day of school or being late -AND- attend those damn hellholes for most of your life. No vacation. My parents liked it that way. Gave them the freedom to go fuck themselves whenever they pleased.

So, that was my school life. Looks like I'm going to be getting into the thick of it again, right? What. You want to know more about me? Oh, okay. Fine, let me take a moment to think about this... You will see in the next category, the Virgin? thingy, that I checked yes, I'm a virgin, because you know what, I am. That does not mean my hymen is intact! Has absolutely no merit to me being inexperienced. No, I don't mean watching porn. Everyone has watched that exaggerated crap. What I'm talking about is live. Lets start with me being a kid. I've heard my parents. Then I saw my parents. It escalated to watching them. Sick, right? I was a kid and had no fucking clue what they were doing. So, I asked, then forever more, they were sending me away to preschool, just so they could resume dogging it without my presence. Oh yeah, I wasn't kidding about them fucking off while I whittle down my days on sleeping on a desk. Heehee, at least know you know why I slept at school. Try having a slumber party with two horn-dogs as the respective head of house. Believe me, that will give their parents the clear to pick-em up early.

Okay, lets get off the subject of my parents. No one wants to be reminded of that... Yeah, try and deny your involvement. I bet you've at least heard them. Anyways, more of why I've a sexual experience. Parties. Not at my house, of course! Underage drinking and games of all kinds! Whew, not a very well recalled memory there. Told you this was a challenge. Speaking of which, hottest guy and gal in our school always seemed to be picked for the kissing/groping dare. You had to drink alot, first. It was for liquid courage, before hitting that. Of course, easier targets were given a more daring gamble and a boozed up mind can be prepared to do all sorts of stupid. The less popular, pretty, smart, or whatever perks you didn't have going, the stakes grow higher, and you fell hard after. If the drinking didn't do it, the gossip did. Now, me? I didn't get any action further than a cop a feel. I didn't do it. Some jackass bet he could fondle my tits. That happened twice by the same guy on two party nights. I guess he had something for me. Dunno. Other than that, though, had a good time watching others get the shit kicked out of them. You see, alot of people are already spoken for, and you would be really surprised at how many guys got a woman in their face, breathing hot down their chest, and itching to touch something beneath that shirt of theirs. Then comes the girlfriend. More fights broke out from us than the guys. Totally blew me away how much more vicious we were.

Awkward, then fun times, yeah, but my experiences don't end there. I've got one more. So, remember me telling you about living in a trailer home? It goes without saying that the place doesn't offer too much, in a way, of privacy. A room for my parents, which is at the end of the hall, a bathroom to the left, my room to the right, and the kitchen was a part of the living room. Now, already it is established that my nights were a bit disturbed. So, if sleep was not going to be an option, I would find something else to do. Luckily, there was, emphasis on WAS, a 24-hr gym, a Gold's, and I probably did most of my nights, for YEARS, in that place before it was turned into a Sears. To give you an idea how big that gym was, go into your own local Sears, and find out how much elbow you can swing around. Why am I bringing up the room? To give you an idea of how insane it is to manage and monitor the night shift with just one guy, if he showed. It was always opened, so sometimes it was left to the janitor to be the discreet handler of affairs. Never cared, really. I've left my sweat on the benches, bottles across the floor, powder smeared on the mirrors, and more. He had his hands full with just my treatment, let alone the roller-coaster numbers that frequent our joint.

Now, as I've mentioned, I went there almost every night, slept in classes the next, and didn't occupy my room so much longer than required to change outfits. This included showers. I've taken more time in the gym's shower room than my childhood playtime in the tub. For one, keep clean, it is healthy, refreshing, and a routine people will thank God you did. Secondly, it was a requirement before working out, but also a big recommendation for long hours after. Which brings me to this event. I don't do regular workouts, tending to mix things up, make it fun, because I really was at the gym to spend time away from home rather than get into a shape. I'm fit, I'm a regular there, no one questioned how well I worked to get my figure, but I didn't follow a routine like so many others do. So, setting myself a new goal, I headed for a part of a department that I don't visit often, around faces I'm not familiar with, and threw myself in. After awhile, someone really started to smell funky. They all were looking at me. The hell? Me? Well, one of the guys actually had the gonads to tell me I stunk. Like I said, this was for fun, and I the company wasn't a joy ride.

Leaving them to their odor, I headed for the slammers, got out of the slacks, grabbed my towel, soap, deo, and etc. The showers, which is this an open room with dividers along the wall, a station in the corner with a faucet at knee level for your feet, drains set at every other stand, and two ways in. One of the things I should have taken done before coming in here was to scope out my hangout. I didn't note any other women. All seemed men tonight. Majority of them were on the heavy walls. If I had taken stock of that, I would have mentioned my intention of showering to the counter or janitor. I didn't and my night added another chapter to my sexual experiences. *Takes a deep breath and thinks* Ho-boy. Okay, so, I'm young and stupid. Showering alone for maybe a minute or two. I didn't hear a damn thing with the water spraying full force in my ears. A force pushes me forward, my head, neck, breasts, and ribs all feel like they just got slammed while my right arm is pulled behind and yanked up my back painfully. A scream came, but it got gurgled when the fucker decided to give me a bite of my bar of soap. I don't really remember what that tasted like. Just know I don't want another lick. For now, it was my tongue, which was forming a coat of this, this, this Yuck. Wasn't suds or anything, just a film I was collecting from trying to push and spit them damn thing out. My other hand, the free arm one, had been pushing away at the walls, which were not slippery. You know those poorly plastered walls with the jagged texture? Yeah, I had a good purchase to push my weight against. Thing was, it seemed to be what the guy behind me wanted. Remember, I had my entire torso squashed between his strong arm and the wall, bending me slightly over for him. Just when I thought that I could force myself back upright, I felt his hard hot dog spread up between my buns, rubbing in there, and with his hips bucking against my ass caused an instant of panic.

Then, that was it. This lasted a total of 10 seconds. Apparently, shoving a soap bar in someone's mouth stops the screaming, but doesn't drown out the struggle of a teen about to be raped. Mr Janitor, old as he maybe, was apparently quite the pro in his days, man handled the guy off of me, screaming his own cry for help, and in comes like... Oh, It felt like a hundred men, but might have been close to 4 guys with 10 or so watching, waiting at the two entries, not sure if or how to help. Me, at the time, I had been holding onto my breasts and collar cause they burned like hell. I told you, that wall was jagged, and I still have a hard lump the size of a pea right next to my right nipple from the impact. I think that I fell at the rescue. Reason why I say, "I think," is because I don't remember that part, but I recall how sore and yellow my knees were healing a few days later. I spent a day with cops. A weeks worth of interrogations, both for and against my good will, through a 2 year process, and finally the bastard ended up with a 7 year sentence, with probation, a chance for parole, and the rest I heard from other members that he had to pay a fine, a settlement, and a compensation to the Gold's Gym early cancellation. I didn't see any money my way. My parents, probably, got their hands on that. It didn't bother me. Money to me wasn't something I worried about when I relied on credit cards from my folks.

Well... That is my background. I think I covered everything about me. I'll go ahead and add more if I remember anything. Not like this is going to be thrown in the trash, right?

Virgin? Yes

Orientation: Straight (I won't let that get in the way of storytelling, I know some monsters are feminine, and some students are into it.)

Piercing or Tattoos: I'm afraid of needles. That doesn't mean it is a phobia, just won't get stuck willingly.

Language: English and Backwoods Hick

Likes: Worthwhile Achievements (like surviving is a big one,) Sleeping (who doesn't?), Exploring (walking mostly,) Listening to Rock Bands (we have a few local ones,) Convincing fishermen to give up their catches (OMG that is funny and yummy,) and I'm sure there are other stuff I like that I just don't naturally acknowledge like trying new activities.

Activities: Trying work outs, kind of like a test runs. Sleeping again! Lay back, put on the headphones, listen to some music, watch the sky, and daydream or sleep (yeah, I can sleep with a beat in my ears.) Swimming is okay, not a fan of the beach (sand will get in EVERYWHERE,) but I'll take a pool on anytime. Wow, this kind of sounds boring... I promise to find new things to do on campus!

Miscellaneous: I have a resistance to sleep pills, pain killers, and I have normal allergies. Dust bunnies can die! Oh and, for the record, I look horrible in this archaic dress code!


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Welcome to SHS hope you enjoy yourself, head towards the beach and you might find hidden club activities you might or might not enjoy ;) Again welcome to Shokushu Campus.

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I appreciate the warm welcome, Aegir Calidare. Thank you and, Calidare, I'll consider you offer, but just to warn, not a big fan of beaches. Red head genes tends to leave burnt skin, not tanned, and the lotion + sand = sandpaper, not something you want your sensitive parts rubbing against. :lol:


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