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What a Fucking Girl

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This is my first story guys, any feedback is welcome! Please don't charge too harshly, just positive criticism is great! Hope you enjoy it. P.S It's a bit long so if you just want a quick fix either skip to the end or maybe this isn't for you!

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"BEEEEP, BEEEEP, BEEEEP"

Isabelle Clark groaned and rolled over, throwing a hand out at her alarm clock to silence it. She knocked it of the bedside table instead and it continued to blare at full volume. She sat up slowly in bed, rubbing her eyes and yawning. School. Great. Isabelle was a smart girl, though not many people realised it, as she never tried hard in school. The reason? She hated it. The teachers were all so boring and droned on for hours and hours in class. Most of the kids were far too immature and needy for her taste, with the rare exception, Izzy avoided most of the kids in her school. She slowly got out of her bed and picked up her alarm clock, turning it off as she sat it back in its place and headed for the shower.

Izzy stepped out of the steaming hot shower, pulling a fluffy white towel around herself from the rail on her left. As she towelled herself off as she examined herself in the mirror. She was a tall girl, standing about 5'7", with beautiful long legs and the most perfectly round ass you could find. She had soft, olive skin and full pink lips. Her cheek bones were high but not sharp and her jaw line defined but not protruding. Her eyes were bright blue, like the sky. She had a model like figure with reasonably perky B cup breasts. Her hair was dark and wavy, reaching about halfway down her back. It was fair to say, she was stunning. And she knew it.

Izzy pulled on a pair of lacy black panties and a bra to match. She opened her closet and as usual took little care in her appearance, she threw on a pair of tight black jeans which clung to her figure and slipped on an oversized white hoodie, probably acquired from one of her late nights out. She grabbed her phone and headed downstairs, shooting a text out to a select lucky few.

Her mother was standing in the kitchen, stirring a pot on the stove while she chatted busily into her cell phone. It was evident where Izzy got her stunning, model like figure from. Most of her facial features however, were from her father. He was sitting at the table, sipping a mug of coffee and reading the newspaper. It was mornings like this when Izzy smiled to herself in satisfaction. A beautiful, happy, normal family.

"Morning Dad, who's mom talking to?" Izzy asked as she grabbed the coffee pot and proceeded to pour coffee into a mug. Her father looked up briefly from his newspaper, "Morning darling, probably just gossiping with one of her friends, you know how she is," he turned back to his paper. Izzy shrugged and glanced at her phone, it was Ryan, "Sure babe, I'll pick you up in 10." She smiled, she had met Ryan a few months back in a club after one of her girlfriends 18th birthday parties. He was a good looking guy with long wavy blonde hair and a clean shaven face. He was in college, playing football so he was well built and muscled. Though he insisted on calling her 'babe' and 'sweetheart' he was just a friend to her they'd never gotten it on.

Izzy snapped out of her thoughts as she saw that her brother was coming down the stairs, Max, he was two years younger than her and the biggest playboy in town. Sharing many traits with Izzy he was good looking and had the tendency to 'break girl's hearts'. He walked over and kissed her on the top of the head, she swatted at him with annoyance and he grinned, satisfied that he had annoyed her.

Her phone buzzed, she looked down at it, it was Ryan, "Here now sweetheart."

"Ryan's here, I'll call you later Dad if I'm late tonight ok?" Izzy chirped as she walked over to the front door and pulled on some ankle height sued boots.

"Ok Iz, love you, have a great day" he replied, not bothering to look up at the paper.

"Love you too!" Max called from the kitchen, mimicking kissing faces. Izzy completely ignored him and walked out of the house.

Izzy walked down the front steps and hopped into Ryan's silver Porsche. Sh leant over, planting a kiss on his cheek. Her phone was buzzing, others replying to the message she had sent out, she ignored it and slipped it into her back pocket. "Morning sweetheart" Ryan said and with a wink and a devilish smile before he sped off down the street toward her high school.

She hopped out of the car and waved goodbye to Ryan, still smiling to herself about the childish banter they had been having in the car. The bell to first class had already gone but Izzy didn't hurry, she didn't mind being late. She strolled through the halls, kids with free periods spotted throughout the halls. As she was walking a group of boys saw her and started whispering.

One of them whistled at her and yelled "Hey gorgeous."

Izzy stopped and looked at him. He winked. She marched right up to him. "Excuse me?"

"Nice ass, it's gorgeous" he said.

Izzy looked him up and down. He was younger than her, but not by much. He wasn't bad looking. She grabbed his collar and pulled his mouth into hers. His friends hollered and whistled, cheering him on. Izzy broke off the kiss, spun on her heels and stalked off to class, leaving the boy standing stunned in the middle of the hall.

She was now a good 15 minutes late, great. She opened her locker and quickly checked her time table. She had history first. She groaned inwardly and collected her books before hurrying off to her boring class.

There was a knock on the door. Mr Murphey glanced at his watch, another late student no doubt. At 34 years of age he had been teaching almost 12 years. There was always one. He walked over to the door and swung it open. Isabelle Clark stood there, not to his surprise, she was late most days. He narrowed his cold blue eyes, "Late again I see Miss Clark, 20 minutes. Would you care to tell me what could have possibly been more important than my history class which you are already falling behind in?" he asked sternly.

She seemed to shrink a bit at first but then she straightened. "Sorry I am late Mr. Murphey" She said, completely ignoring his question. She moved past him and made her way to an empty seat at the back of the room. He couldn't help but let his eyes trail after her, she had the nicest ass he had quite possibly ever seen and he had seen a lot of asses. He quickly dropped his glance to the floor and cleared his throat. "Miss Clark, if you are late to another one of my classes, that is a detention. Do you understand?" He asked, his voice deep and cold. "Of course Sir," She smiled graciously as if she couldn't care less about what he was saying but rather, just wanted to humour him. He frowned slightly in annoyance. "I should expect you to work very hard this class then, you have disrupted us enough for one day." He turned back to the chalk board and continued to write up instructions about the essay on the Civil War, which was due at the end of class the class.

"Sheesh, he is grumpy today" Izzy whispered to Alex, the cute boy who she always sat next to in history.

"Pfft, he is always like that, especially with you, he gets real shitty because you are always late and never hand your work in on time," Alex chuckled and winked at her, flicking a curly lock of black hair out of his eyes. "Have you at least almost finished this essay? We have had nearly two weeks on it."

"I've been busy..." Izzy whispered defensively.

"So that's a no then. Detention for you!" he laughed.

"Miss Clark, Mr Newman, is there something you would like to share with the class?" Mr Murphey's voice boomed across the classroom. Izzy almost jumped.

"No sir" Alex and Izzy said in unison.

"Miss Clark, this is your very last warning, Mr Newman, you have one more strike. I will not tolerate any more disruptions in my class." Mr Murphey's cold eyes seemed to lock onto Izzy's. She felt slightly uncomfortable but held his gaze steady. After a moment he looked away and Izzy put her head down and began her essay which she had received last week.

The school bell pierced through Izzy's thoughts, startling her out of her daze. "All right class, your essays are due, you have had more than enough time. Failure of completion will result in detention this afternoon" Mr Murphey said. Izzy thought he was staring right at her. Though with her record of completing work she decided that it was fair enough for him to be directing that comment at her. People poured out of their seats and piled their essays on Mr. Murphy's desk. Izzy stalked to the front of the room after whispering goodbye to Alex and placed her half-finished essay on the top of the pile.

"Finished is it Miss Clark?" her seemingly disapproving teacher asked.

"Sort of..." Izzy smiled at him, flashing dazzling white teeth.

"Do you find this funny Isabelle?" he asked seriously.

He had never called her Isabelle before, she was slightly taken back. "No sir. Not in the least."

"Good, I will see you straight after school for detention then." He said.

"What? But I have cheer practice and I can't miss it!" Izzy protested. Most of the time she managed to charm her way out of detentions. But not with Mr. Murphey. He was cold and harsh.

"Then you should have thought about that before you decided not to complete your essay, shouldn't you?" he asked, almost smugly.

Izzy just glared at him, turned on her heels and marched out.

Noah Murphey sat at his desk, correcting essay papers but his mind was somewhere else. Izzy was a beautiful girl, most of the time however she very much annoyed him. She showed up to class late, never finished her work and hardly ever paid attention in class. He was sure she was like this in most classes and yet despite this, he found her very much attractive. He tried to push the thought out of his mind. She looked so beautiful without any effort whatsoever. A pair of jeans and an oversized hoodie, what sort of a girl looks good in that? He asked himself. He pushed the thought out of his mind again. He had admired students before, usually it was when he hadn't had sex in a while.

He had gotten divorced about three years ago and ever since he had been somewhat of a playboy. He was a good looking man, short brown hair, a bit of stubble, strong jaw and cold blue eyes. He worked out too most nights after school, it helped relax him sometimes. Women came easily to him, he rarely called back and slept with same woman no more than three times since his divorce. He figured if he could get laid he would stop looking at Izzy's long legs, her perfectly round ass, her full lips and perky breasts... He need to get laid. Soon.

"You have to come to cheer practice!!" Mia complained after Izzy told her about her detention.

"I know, but he said "I should have thought about that before I decided not to do my essay," Ugh! He is such a jerk; I have other things to do!" Izzy said.

"Yeah, well he is a jerk, but he is also kind of hot don't you reckon? I mean, he is pretty young for a teacher and well, it's clear he works out." Mia gushed.

Izzy didn't reply. "I have to get to class, I'll try to get out of detention as soon as possible so I can get to cheer." Izzy said and waved goodbye to Mia.

"Ok, see you then," Mia responded, but Izzy was already off.

The rest of her classes went as slowly as history. She managed to worm her way out of another detention in Maths with Mr. Polkans. Everyone knew he was an old pervert, easy enough for a drop dead gorgeous girl like Izzy to charm him.

When the last bell finally rang Izzy felt like it had been days since the beginning of the day. Nothing went as slowly as a school day. She didn't bother to hurry to detention, she saw Matthew on the way there. One of her few good friends at school. Most of the guys she was interested in were older. College boys or bar tenders downtown. They were her style. More mature, more experienced. She kissed Matthew full on the mouth in greeting.

"Hey Izzy, how's it doing? Want to come over to my place this arvo after cheer?" Matthew asked after they broke apart.

"I don't know, I've got detention this afternoon with that jerk, Mr. Murphey." Izzy glowered.

"You got a detention? I thought you were a good girl" He joked.

"Ha. Far from it sunshine." She replied dryly.

"Well anyway, you should come over tonight, you owe me remember? You forgot my birthday last week." He said, mocking sadness.

"I didn't forget; I just didn't get you a present."

"That's the same thing." He frowned.

"You want a present? Fine." Izzy stopped walking. She dropped to her knees and quickly unzipped Matthews jeans, his cock quickly jumped to attention. Izzy grinned evilly up at Matthew. She swirled her tongue around the tip a few times before taking him in her mouth. Her hand massaged his balls and she sucked him with an expert mouth. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and moaned, leaning against the wall behind him as she sucked him off. It didn't take long, soon Matthews hips were jerking against her mouth as he shot his hot load down her throat. He pulled his limp dick from her mouth and zipped up his pants. She stood up and kissed him on the mouth just as a door down the hall opened. It was Mr. Murphey. "I said don't be late Miss Clark!" the anger was evident in his voice. "Get in here right now and stop messing around with your boyfriend!" He yelled.

"Shit, he is a grumpy old fuck" Matthew whispered after the door slammed shut.

"Sure is, hope you liked your birthday present Matty" Izzy smiled sweetly at him before turning and walking off down the hall toward Mr. Murphy's room. Matthew was not Izzy's boyfriend, and he knew it. Though many people suspected they were dating, they were not. Isabelle often treated her boyfriends to a 'special treat' in fact, it was nothing out of the ordinary at all.

Noah was sitting at his desk when the door flew open and Izzy walked in.

"Hi Mr. Murphey" She said chirpily and smiled at him.

"You are late. Again. Very late." He said angrily.

She ignored the anger. "Sorry, just had to give Matty his birthday present Mr. Murphey." She smiled devilishly, a flash of brilliant white teeth.

"I do not care for your boyfriends, I said to be on time. It is not good enough Miss Clark. You are consistently late and you do not try in class one little bit, in fact you continue to act like an idiot when you are not, I am sick and tired of the rubbish. You need to clean up your act or drop my class." He was almost yelling.

Izzy's smile had dropped, she looked shocked. She said nothing. He had been too harsh. He felt a pang of guilt as she looked slightly sadly down at the desk.

He sighed, his voice softened a little "Here is your essay. Finish it and then you can go at the 5.00."

"What?! An hour? I will miss half of cheer practice!" Izzy protested.

Mr. Murphy just shrugged. He knew he couldn't be soft with this girl. He acknowledged that he was perhaps even harsher on her than other students so that he could maintain a distance from her. He couldn't help but notice he beautiful blue eyes and perfectly shaped lips, despite how angry he was, she still was beautiful. Mr. Murphey dropped his gaze, ashamed, back to his papers. Tonight. He would get laid, tonight, this girl was becoming more and more enticing. He need to clear his head and mark these papers, not be getting attracted to a student.

Izzy frowned. She had finished her essay but there was still another 10 minutes of detention. She slumped in her chair and pushed the paper away from her. Chewing on her pencil absent minded. She gazed around the room until her eyes came to rest on Mr. Murphey. He was grading essays at the front of the room. As she watched him, she realised that Mia was right. He was hot, in fact, he was very hot. She wondered why she had never noticed before. She decided it was probably because she was always distracted by how much of a jerk he was. He had short brown hair and just the right amount of stubble. She watched his muscular arms moved across the desk as he wrote. He had cold blue eyes and a strong jaw. He had angles and curves in all the right places. A straight nose which rounded nicely at the end and wrinkles in the corners of his eyes which showed only wisdom and experience, not age. Suddenly he looked up and she quickly dropped her gaze, a rare moment of embarrassment.

"It's almost 5.00, if you've finished your essay, you can leave." He said as he looked at her.

Izzy thought there might have been a glint of curiosity in his eye. She smiled and got up. She walked to the front of the room, dropped her paper on his desk and left without saying a word.

After cheer practice Matthew picked her up and they went and got pizza with Mia and her little brother Marty. Marty had a huge crush on Izzy and once she had made out with him behind the boy's locker rooms. He was only a year younger than her and easy on the eyes with platinum blonde hair which was spiked in the middle. He was a star football player and unsurprisingly one of Max's friends. Izzy winked at him and he blushed, casting his gaze down at his pizza. Matthew raised a questioning eyebrow and Izzy patted his curly red hair but said nothing.

Mr. Murphey packed his things up and headed out of his classroom. He couldn't stop thinking of Izzy making out with that boy. He felt slightly surprised at the pang of jealousy. He had noticed her hair was slightly messy when she had come in to class, indicating they had probably done more than just innocent kissing. He felt the stab of jealousy in his chest again. He shook his head. No, he couldn't be jealous, that was stupid. He turned the corner and BAM. He crashed into someone. Papers went flying.

"Oh gosh, I am so sorry!" A female voice gushed.

Mr. Murphey looked up to see the pretty face of Miss Howard, the young art teacher. He smiled as he leant down to help her pick up the papers.

"Don't worry, it is my fault too, wasn't watching where I was going, sorry" he smiled at her.

She looked up and saw him, her face changed. He knew that look, he often had that effect on women. Except for Izzy apparently, his mind drifted back to her and he cursed. He needed sex. Now. He looked up at Miss Howard.

"Hey, you know, are you busy later this evening?" He asked, confident, sure of himself as he already knew the answer.

She blushed a deep red "Um, no, no I don't believe so" she smiled warmly to cover up the blush.

"Would you like to get dinner with me? I can cook" Mr. Murphey asked charmingly.

"That sounds lovely" Miss Howard tried not to grin.

"Great, I will see you at 8.00 then?" He suggested.

"Works for me" She replied.

He smiled then turned and pushed through the doors out into the night air and down the school steps. He was getting laid. Goodbye Isabelle Clark fantasises.

Isabelle got home around 9.00pm, Marty had offered to drive her because he was staying with Max that night. She knew they would probably sneak out later and go do whatever fuckboys do when they sneak out late at night. Though Marty was shy and bashful around the likes of Isabelle, he was much the same as Max around other girls more his age.

Though it was not too late, Izzy was tired. She took cold leftovers out of the fridge and ate them in front of the television, even though she had already had pizza. Izzy was one of those girls that could eat as much as she liked and never put on weight. At about half past nine, Max and Marty came down the stairs.

"Where are you two going?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, you know, around?" Max said, then smiled.

Izzy frowned "Ok, whatever, have fun, stay safe." She planted a kiss on his head and then pushed past them and up the stairs to her room.

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