Gurlberg 1996

It’s another balmy spring evening in central Florida.

Gurlberg isn’t a large town, nor is it well-known, as little college towns go. Its tenuous claim to fame isn’t the university, a well-regarded extension of the Florida State, but rather one of its sororities, which has accrued some modest notoriety. It’s noteworthy for there to be such a progressive organization in such a historically conservative county.

The modest streets are quiet and peaceful. Bugs and frogs can be heard in the forest surrounding town, which is a bit swampy this time of year.

The boys’ high school baseball team is playing, and the sound of the bat and the cheering of the spectators can be heard all across town during this home game on a still night.

A moving truck idles outside a white house on a tidy lane with green lawns and white sidewalks. The movers are just closing it up; their work is almost done.

In the house, the family is doing their best to unpack just enough to get through the night.

On the second floor, a lean, tanned girl with short, unruly, boyish, dark hair stacks boxes. Headphones cover her ears, and a personal CD player is hooked into the waist of her faded jean shorts. Notes play in her ears as she opens cardboard boxes and transfers clothes to the dresser.

Her name is Carla, and she’d better get her curtains up, or the streetlights will keep her awake tonight. It only takes her a minute to drill holes and get the curtain rods set, but where are her curtains? Bobbing her head to the music, she kneels with a boxcutter and slits open another box, rummaging through it.

Carla lifts a stack of porn magazines out of a box, putting them on the floor and sliding them under the bed. She follows them with a couple of choice VHS tapes before resuming her search.

Finally. Her pink and yellow curtains were hiding under her folded sheets. She needs to make the bed, too—but first things first. She carries the curtains to the window and twists the rod apart, but she looks out the window at the next house over.

She can see straight into the bedroom over there, and someone’s home.

There’s a girl over there: a lovely, fair-skinned redhead, and she’s getting undressed. As a skirt falls to the floor, revealing white panties, Carla puts her curtains aside and folds her arms, watching with a smile. There was a redhead like this a long time ago, before her family left Gurlberg. Carla remembers her from school, and she wonders if this is her. If it is, she’s certainly grown up nicely.

Carla bites her lip, getting just a glimpse of round, full breasts and perky, pink nips as the girl unhooks her bra and takes it off. The redhead that Carla remembers didn’t have curves like this.

But then she’s putting on a simple nightie. It’s a little early to be going to sleep, isn’t it?

Carla laughs quietly as the oblivious girl closes her curtains. Show’s over.

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Next door to Carla’s house, Mary smooths out the closed curtains and turns on a lamp before sitting down at her dresser to brush her hair. The song on the radio changes and she absently reaches over to turn it up a little. She isn’t sure why, but she’s begun to notice that it’s been a long time since her room has changed. It’s still so pink and frilly. It seems a bit childish for someone who will be going to college soon. She brushes away, studying her complexion in the mirror as she does. When she’s finished, she sets down the brush and stands up, turning slightly and lifting the hem of her nightie to check her bee sting.

For the record, it didn’t sting her butt. It’s her upper thigh. Scowling, she pulls the fabric of her panties aside enough to check on it. It feels like it’s taking forever to go away. Sighing, she straightens herself out and turns on the lamp on her bedside table. She climbs in and picks up her history textbook.

Waiting until this late to study history was a mistake, but she tries anyway. Soon, her eyes stray to the Sleepless in Seattle poster on her wall beside the shelf with her cheerleading trophies. Having a poster with the word sleepless on it is a bit on the nose on nights like this.

She rolls over to look at the phone beside her bed, then rolls onto her back with a sigh. Her eyes go to her alarm clock. She looks at her bedroom door, then puts her textbook aside and surreptitiously fishes the worn paperback from its hiding place under her pillow. It’s so creased that you can barely see the shirtless, beautiful man on the cover holding a blushing brunette.

She snuggles in comfortably and opens its pages, all of which are well-turned. This romance novel is full of great scenes. She especially likes the one where the hero climbs into the bath with the heroine and touches her before they make love up against the window. But her bookmark is at the part where the heroine is hiding in another man’s wardrobe and watching him and his mistress in bed.

As she reads, expertly using her thumb to turn pages one-handed, Mary’s lips part, and her breaths get deeper. A few minutes later she realizes that her other hand is inside her nighty, rubbing up over her body, toward her breast. Licking her lips, she slides her palm over her chest, finding her nipples achingly hard. She squeezes her legs together; her panties are damp.

She glances at her door again, then flips over and pulls back the covers, quickly getting underneath. She settles on her belly, propping the book on her pillow and reading on hungrily as she reaches underneath her body to slide her hand into her underwear.

She’s very wet. At the lightest touch, her legs bend and her hips rise. She arches her back, biting her lip, but keeping her eyes on the page.

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Across town, the people watching the game explode with applause, but the occupants of the battered, red Firebird in the darkest corner of the parking lot don’t hear it. The music from the car’s cassette player can’t drown out the muffled breathing of the girls awkwardly making out in the front seat.

Stef wears her usual baggy jeans and crop top while Nadia, her date, has on a little black slip dress and choker. Stef’s brown hair is all over the place while Nadia’s dark locks are done up beautifully, or they were before they got to this part.

Stef feels Nadia’s soft hand touch the bare skin of her waist, and that sends tingles through her whole body. Nadia smells amazing, and her warm lips are so perfect. Stef leans over farther, but slips. She puts her hand out and it lands on Nadia’s smooth thigh. If her cock gets any harder, it will burst out of her briefs.

Nadia caresses her face, pushing sweaty hair out of the way. The windows are fogged up and Stef is on fire. Her hand moves up, bumping against Nadia’s dress.

Nadia stops, so Stef does too. She pulls back, looking questioningly at her flushed, panting date.

“What’s wrong?”

“I,” Nadia begins nervously, looking down at Stef’s hand. She pulls on her dress as though she can make it longer. “I can’t.”

“What?”

“I can’t!” Nadia pushes Stef off and fumbles with the door, opening it up and climbing out of the car.

For a moment Stef is shellshocked. Then she shakes her head and jumps out only to see Nadia hurrying toward the field.

“But,” Stef says weakly, reaching out a hand, but not following. Can’t? Nadia can’t? She’s gone all the way with at least two guys, and that’s just who Stef knows of. It’s not that Nadia can’t do it, it’s that she can’t do it with another girl.

She sighs and drops her hand. Her Firebird sits behind her, doors open, music still playing as the crowd cheers for the baseball players.

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A few blocks away, someone else is making noise on the second floor of a house not so different from Mary’s.

“Ah! Yes!” The scream of pleasure is barely muffled by the thin wall, and then punctuated with the noisy thump of the headboard’s knocking.

Ellen groans, covering her face with the issue of Wizard magazine that she was reading as she lies on her bed, fully clothed, doing her best not to listen to her older sister having sex in the next room.

“Yeah, baby!”

“Ugh.” Ellen sits up and twists the knob on her Aiwa stereo, but no amount of music can drown out the headboard slamming against the shared wall. She tries to go back to reading about this movie called Ninja Scroll. It looks amazing, but good luck getting the local Blockbuster to get a tape like that.

Things quiet down a little in the next room. Ellen frowns, then reaches out to touch the wall. She can feel the vibrations. Maybe Jeff is covering Lucy’s mouth, because he’s not slowing down the pace.

Ellen sighs and puts the magazine aside, noticing that she has a hole in her sock. Her toe is sticking out. She should’ve gone to the fucking game. Anything to get out of here. Irritably, she reaches down to pick up the yearbook from the floor beside her bed, glancing at all the posters of rock bands that all but paper the walls of her room. All these rockers have to be sick of watching her look at the yearbook, but she doesn’t care.

She opens the yearbook, turning straight to the back pages which are covered in big photos from the year. She stops at one in particular, a two-page spread of the cheer squad in mid-jump. Ellen’s eyes linger on one girl in particular. Her back is curved, her smooth legs are in view, and her glossy, red hair is bouncing beautifully along with the pom poms in her hands. She has no idea how pretty she is.

Lucy yelps in the next room, and Jeff grunts. Is it over? Ellen looks at the wall, and a moment later there’s a delighted shriek, then a gasp. Nope.

Ellen rolls her eyes and lets the yearbook fall on her chest. She reaches down and unbuttons her black jeans, pushing them and her panties down just enough to get her cock free. The bands on her walls are probably tired of watching her do this too.

She uses her free hand to lift the yearbook so she can look at the cheerleading photo as she briskly jerks her plump cock, which produces so much precum that the entire shaft is slick with it in seconds.

Her bed shudders as the wall shakes. Her eyes trace the lines of the cheerleader’s body.

Ellen sighs and moves the yearbook out of the way as her hips jerk once, pearly semen spilling onto her belly and black crop top.

The yearbook falls out of her hand, thumping to the floor as she stares at the ceiling. Lucy squeals, and there’s the noisy slap of a hand striking a buttock. The stereo is at max volume. There’s nothing more that Ellen can do.

Gurlberg 1996 will be updated on Thursdays with [ Open ] votes to determine the MC’s decisions. You can’t change the future, but you can vote to influence which parts of the past we see. Patrons are currently deciding which girl will be the POV character in GB96. All future votes after that will be public in the comments just like SSS and other VFU games.