A Beach Day

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Tilda's slumbering form lurched, threatened by the angry siren's wail of her alarm clock. The young woman tried to submerge herself further into her sheets, burrowing into the fabric of her bed to no avail. There was no escaping the inevitability that was waking up. A head full of long blond hair poked out from the swathe of blankets she had rolled herself up in. Bright blue eyes open blearily, her Swedish heritage obvious to anyone. In an attempt to rid herself of her sleepiness once and for all she kicked away her thick blankets, revealing a thin, shapely body with well-developed, generous breasts and legs that went on for days. She was clothed in a light pink bra and panty set, her regular sleepwear.

Tilda Claesson was an 18-year-old senior high schooler, originally from Stockholm and naturalised to the United States, better known for her Instagram stories and gossip streak than any great academic achievement... or anything to do with academics at all for that matter. Famous for prowling the hallways with her posse of girls in the most alluring (and dress code breaking) outfits, she was the envy of less popular girls and fantasy of most boys. Her exotic, lilting accent alone made her a coveted beauty. Unfortunately, despite her naturally photogenic looks and stunning physique, our heroine has always been the victim of some particularly bad luck.

Oddly, enough this bad luck seems to focus on her private parts.

Tilda has often been on the receiving end of painful strikes to her groin, breasts, and even ovaries. Whether by sheer accident or another person's intention, Tilda's sensitive regions have been abused in numerous ways, to the point that she has subconsciously accepted it as just another part of her life. Not one that she talks about or ponders very much, but one that she is aware of and doesn't bat an eye at. Throughout her life she's met with many people, more often than not belonging to the male gender, that had a vested interest in hurting her womanly parts.

Continuously.

Relentlessly.

But that part comes later.

First, Tilda had to get out of bed and get dressed. She remembered that her family had planned to spend the whole of Saturday at the beach. The damned alarm was still shrieking , and the young Swede responded by slamming the clock with the livid of a disgruntled teen. Unfortunately for her, the clock was placed on the bedside table, which was pushed up against the wall, which also had a shelf for books affixed to it that was positioned right over the bed. The of the hit traveled, causing a precarious stack of books on the shelf to collapse.

Only one book fell off the shelf, but the angle and height of the fall was in such a way that the heavy tome fell directly on the apex of Tilda's groin.

"Hnnnnnngh!"

She groaned as she felt the pointy corner of the book dig into the soft, tender flesh of her pussy. Her body crumpled into itself, and she tried to assuage the pain by palm-nursing her clit. After a bit of rubbing and some more groans of agony, Tilda resolved to get up, her stance a little crooked as she kept one hand cupped to region of impact. She absent-mindedly placed the book back on the shelf, precariously stacked so it could potentially fall on her tender spot another day and made her way to the bathroom.

It wouldn't do to be late for the beach after all. It's not like things could get worse right?