Claudia Starts the Game
It was all Claudia Monroe's idea to begin with: she's the one who set up the rules. I was there to see it start: one Monday, first period, she was pulling stuff out of her bag and setting it all on her desk to get ready for class, but in addition to her notebook and pens, she put two small flat square packages on her desk: condoms.
Mr. Boucher gave her an annoyed look. "Miss Monroe, put those away." Mr. Boucher was a young enough teacher to not always seem like a full-on authority figure, but this time he did.
"But Mr. Boucher, don't you want me to be safe?" She asked angelically. Lots of kids laughed. She could really pull off the innocent look when she wanted to, but she was also sexy as hell. People said she was an underwear model, but nobody knew what website to find her on.
The teacher rolled his eyes. "I want you to be safe, Claudia - but not here. This is a classroom."
Claudia twirled her hair around her finger as if thinking about it. She had two-tone hair: blonde in front and the rest brown, parted in the middle and flowing down just past the top of her shoulders. It was the blonde part she was twirling. "So..., I should use protection everywhere else, but do it bareback at school? Is that what you're saying?"
"You shouldn't do it at school, period," Mr. Boucher said, levelling a stern look at her. "Put those away, now."
Claudia shrugged and put the little square packets into her backpack.
Then later in fourth period - the other class I had with her - she put them on her desk again. Ms. Navarro saw them but didn't say anything.
The next day, in first period math, Claudia again put two condom packages on her desk. Mr. Boucher saw them and he looked pissed, but he didn't say anything. Weeks later I learned that there had been a faculty-wide email about "slut-shaming" students, and how the school couldn't afford to lose what few students it had left.
On Wednesday Claudia started out with two condoms again, but at fourth period she was down to one. All of Thursday she had one, and on Friday, none.
The Popular Girls Demonstrate
When school started up again next Monday, Claudia put three condoms on her desk. Zoe and Vanessa each had two, and Lyta had one.
The popular kids were all very mysterious about what was going on at first, sharing looks and whispers like they were part of some secret society. The rest of us had some suspicions of course. The number of condoms on a girl's desk always went down over the week, and those condoms had to be going somewhere, right?
The Hayesberry Academy was a private school. I had started there just before the pandemic hit, so I hadn't gotten a chance to know anyone very well. The school did a really crappy job with online classes and they opened back up for in-person classes much later than other private schools. Once we were finally allowed to come back, only a fraction of the students were left. There were rumors that it was going to close any day - that the building had been condemned and we students would have to repeat a year somewhere else. I didn't believe all that, but there were certainly a lot of unused rooms. Most of them had busted locks.
I saw Claudia Monroe use her last condom of the week during lunch on Friday while I was looking for a quiet place to eat.
I assumed they were just starting. Claudia was standing, seemingly fully clothed in her school uniform, but there was a pair of panties on the ground. Anton, her boyfriend, was lying on his back with his pants pulled down and a latex-coated stiffy pointing up. Claudia moved over him, and squatted facing away from him. She adjusted her skirt as she lowered herself the last bit, and then she leaned back and started rocking her hips. I would have given anything to see what was going on under that skirt. I mean, I'd seen reverse-cowgirl in porn, but this was someone I knew - sort of - fucking at school.
The way she moved her hips was graceful: serpentine, hypnotic. I bet I would have come right away, but I guess Anton had experience with her pussy. She began to make soft girl noises while she rocked her body on his dick. He put his hands on her waist. I was so jealous - I'd never put my hands on a girl's waist before.
"Um, baby, slow down," Anton cautioned. Claudia stood up and repositioned herself, lowering her pussy down this time on his face. His entire head was covered by her skirt, and I guess her thighs. Her hands clenched into fists and she gasped while his tongue touched her pussy in ways I could only imagine.
After only a short while of that, she got back up and started riding his dick again, just like before. I could see the faint outline of her bra under her white dress blouse. I tried to telepathically compel her to open her shirt, take off her bra, and squeeze her tits like I had dreamt of so many times, but of course she didn't.
She got up again - sat on his face again. She started moaning - softly, but sort of out-of-control. Sometimes Anton's dick would twitch sympathetically. She began to tremble and I knew she was about to come. Her shoulders tensed up and she leaned forward, and she sort of smashed her pussy into his face, moaning and gasping.
When she was done she got back on his cock, but this time her movements weren't slow and graceful. This time she was moving energetically. She was fucking him seriously, trying to get him off. I was leaking so much pre-come into my underwear.
He sort of pushed on her back and she got up, and got on her hands and knees. For a brief moment when he lifted her skirt I saw her ass, and maybe even her pussy, before he pushed his cock back in and started ramming her. His face was splotchy with a fine coat of a clear shiny liquid - her pussy juice.
"Yeah, baby! Fuck that pussy!" Claudia said encouragingly. He slammed her hard for a dozen strokes and then he groaned. His butt cheeks clenched while he shot his load into her last rubber. I think I almost came in my pants just from watching.
The Game Catches On
On the next Monday morning before class, there was a big crowd of girls around the school nurse's office. It was kind of funny seeing them all bunched up wearing the same uniform - plaid skirts, white blouses, and usually a navy or gray sweater. It kind of played tricks on my eyes, like looking at a herd of zebras.
Each girl asked the nurse for a specific number of condoms. The nurse looked pretty unhappy about the situation. And of course the girls were commenting to each other. "Three? Sam you dirty little slut!" I heard one playful voice say.
It was an open secret now. Most of the girls put at least one condom on their desks. Claudia started the week with five. The girls were bidding for social status. The girls with the most ambitious bids were treated reverently - as long as they made their bids. As far as I could tell that meant having sex the required number of times, on campus, before the end of Friday. Oral didn't count.
The girls who didn't even participate were shunned. Girls can be really mean, but some of the guys put pressure on them too. For as bad as the harassment was in-person, it was much much worse on social media. Of course, there everyone talked in code so the adults didn't catch on. I wish I could say that I spoke out against the harassment, but I chickened out and stayed silent.
Plus, honestly, I was hoping this might give me a chance to have sex for the first time. A lot of girls were having a lot of sex. Maybe some of us who weren't in the popular crowd would get a turn? People weren't being very discrete, and the sex was clearly crossing the old boyfriend/girlfriend lines.
For instance, I saw Pierre - Josie's boyfriend since forever - fucking Vanessa in the school library. She started off on her knees, sucking him off between tall shelves of books. Vanessa was super-dark skinned, and always wore her hair in double buns. I wondered what it would have been like if it had been me: feeling her mouth on my dick and grabbing those buns.
Apart from the school uniform, Pierre looked like he belonged as the bad-boy in a boy band. He was sucking on a flavored toothpick while he let Vanessa warm him up. Her body was rocking forward and back but her head was tilting up and down. Her red lips were fixed on his cock near the end.
After a little while, she stopped and fished out a Durex packet from her backpack. She opened it and unrolled the thing on his long skinny dick, and then stood up. They smiled and kissed face to face, and then he spun her around forcefully. He pulled her panties down to her ankles and then he took off his tie and tied her hands between her back.
He lifted up her skirt and took a good look at her ass. I did too. It looked juicy and firm, like a tomato. There was a tattoo on her cheek, but I couldn't tell what it was. Then he pushed her, making her lean forward, and he shoved his cock in her pussy, holding her bound wrists to keep her from falling over. She groaned.
They fucked like that for a little while, both making little noises while he pulled her into his thrusts. Sometimes she stumbled, but he held her up. Out of nowhere, Vanessa started sassing him. "You better make me come. I DO NOT waste my time with one-sided fucks."
Pierre's response was cool. "Shut up, bitch." To emphasize his command, he took the toothpick from his mouth and jabbed her butt.
They fucked quietly for a bit more, and then she started with the attitude again. "No, you know what? You do not tell me what to do, you Canadian...."
Before she could finish he spun her around and grabbed her by the throat, pushing her against the bookshelf. "I said shut up, bitch," he said calmly. With his free hand, Pierre dug up under Vanessa's skirt and started playing with her pussy. Whatever he was doing, his hand was moving fast.
Vanessa had a defiant look at first, but then her mouth hung open and she started gasping - from pleasure, not choking. Her eyes clenched shut and she bit her lip while he continued to vigorously rub her. Then out of nowhere, he spun her around, bent her over, and started fucking her again. I think she was coming, but all I know for sure is that she spouted a long series of cuss words without any purpose. Pierre started coming too, gritting his teeth like it hurt. Then their fucking slowed, and then stopped.
Pierre untied Vanessa and let her up. She turned around and kissed him, and laughed. "Yeah, I guess you'll do."
She peeled the rubber off his dick and dropped it on the library floor while he put his tie back on.
I figured that maybe with the girls' new-found promiscuity, I had a chance. It took days but I summoned the courage to approach Claudia. I got as far as, "Hey, do you think maybe we...," but then her eyes grew wide with surprise, she pointed at me, and then she walked away laughing.
Participation is Mandatory
The girl who seemed to be getting the worst of the harassment Emily Beck. Emily had the biggest roundest eyes of anyone I'd ever met, which gave her a sort of baby animal cuteness. Her short black hair was sort of mussy, which I thought of as free-spirited, but the other girls insisted was slovenliness.
Even with school uniforms, the girls managed to find ways to individualize their looks. Claudia, for instance, always wore black leather booties - technically prohibited, but nobody ever challenged her on it. Claudia also carried her books in a fancy messenger back. The strap across her chest drew attention to her boobs, while the bag resting against her hip made it impossible not to notice her butt.
Emily, on the other hand, carried a multicolored backpack that belonged at a middle school, not a high school. Her "thing", though, was knee socks, in a variety of colors, sometimes with designs like kittens or snowflakes.
After being beaten down relentlessly, at the start of the next week, Emily put a condom on her desk. I'd always liked her and I fantasized that maybe I could be the one she did it with, but I figured she must have already made arrangements with somebody. Still, I was on the lookout for my chance.
On Wednesday her condom disappeared. She had done it with some guy and fulfilled her pledge, or so it seemed. Then people started saying that she cheated. She had told people that she did it with Jonas Tillman, but in truth she had chickened out and only given him a blowjob, and begged him not to tell anyone. I guess he ratted her out.
Literally none of the students talked to her after that. The other girls glared at her constantly. They bumped into her and tripped her every chance they got. She was on the verge of crying every time I saw her. Once I tried to approach her, just to say hi, but Anton body-checked me and stepped on me to send a message.
I stopped by Mr. Boucher's classroom once to ask him about an assignment and I heard Emily talking to him inside.
"There IS something you can do to help. I need you to have sex with me. Please?"
"Emily, that would be unethical and illegal. I'm sorry," he told her.
"I'm seventeen - that's over the age of consent," she argued. "My only way out is to play their game! I'm ready to have sex, but not with any of them! They all hate me!"
"I'm your teacher. I'm in a position of authority over you. It can't happen. I'm sorry - I know you're being hurt. I'll try to talk to the principal about the bullying. Or maybe the police."
Emily sniffled. "Grownup authority means nothing! Their rules are the only ones that count!" She stormed out. I thought about offering my help, but she was crying and walking fast and I figured it was a bad time.
Monday morning seemed like more of the same. Then between third and fourth periods I saw a crowd gathering. Boys and girls were filing into the girls' locker room. Someone asked what was going on, and someone else answered that Claudia was giving Emily one chance to redeem herself.
Inside, Emily - naked and wet with a few stray suds in her hair - was standing in a corner like a trapped animal near a running shower. She had her arms crossed in front of her chest hiding her boobs, but below that she was completely exposed. She had beautiful soft curves to her hips, with a thigh gap about two fingers wide. She also had a cute little wet bush. Her soaked hair somehow made her eyes seem even bigger than normal, and - apart from the fear - she looked adorable.
Everyone else was clothed. The popular girls were at the front of the quarter-circle hoard around her. "So who's it going to be?" Claudia asked impatiently.
Emily cowered. "Um..., Mason?" She squeaked.
"Can I see your tits?" Mason asked. Emily reluctantly lowered her arms and revealed her chest. Her boobs were about average sized for a high school girl. They were nicely shaped - begging for a hand or mouth. They suited her body perfectly, and her body suited my tastes perfectly.
"Yeah, okay," Mason said, and began to undress.
"Can we have a little privacy please?" Emily asked meekly.
"No," Claudia told her. "You forfeited our trust when you tried to cheat. We won't believe it unless we see it with our own eyes."
"Does it have to be everyone?" Emily begged.
"This affects them too," Claudia insisted.
I should have left. Even if everyone else stayed and watched, I should have given Emily that basic courtesy. But I didn't.
Mason, nude and hard, walked up to Emily and took her by the hand. He led her under the warm shower spray and kissed her. The kiss seemed to relax her: she was a ball of nerves as first, but his embrace put her more at ease. Then he started attacking her tits with his mouth, like Pac-Man or something.
"He is such a nipple guy!" One of the bystanders commented.
"Tell me about it! He almost bit mine off the other day in my car!" Another agreed.
He went back to kissing her and moved his hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy. Her hips made slow circular movements in response. Whatever was going on in her mind, her body liked what was happening.
She's the one who escalated it from there. She got down on the tile floor under the water spray and spread her legs. The gesture was unmistakably for him - an invitation to fuck her - but all the rest of us got a real good look at her excited cooch. He crawled on top of her sucking her neck and squeezing her tits. He whispered something in her ear and she nodded and said, "Me too."
Mason held out a hand to the crowd and someone handed him a rubber. He opened the packet, unrolled the latex on his dick, and then he mounted Emily. It didn't look like it hurt, but it was obviously super-intense, having her pussy invaded by living penis flesh for the first time.
He started to move and she cooed along. At first she just lay there, but gradually she became more dynamic, stroking his face, moving her legs all over him, and even squeezing his butt. She must have completely forgotten about the dozens of kids watching her first sexual experience, because she was lost in it. She was moaning happily, and touching and kissing him every way she could.
Then Mason grunted and stopped, and they looked into each other's eyes for a beat. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and begged, "Don't go," but he wiggled free and stood up. He took the condom off his shrinking dick and dropped it on the floor next to her while she lay on the ground, chest heaving, looking at him with big sad eyes.
Emily wasn't anybody's best friend all of the sudden, but the girls stopped torturing her, and over the course of the week it looked like things were going back to normal for her.
Trickle-down Benefits
Next Monday, Emily was at the front of the mob at the nurse's office. She asked for five condoms. Nobody said anything about it, but there were plenty looks passed around: some contemptuous, some doubtful, and a couple worried. Zoe and Vanessa had never gone that high before, but they obviously felt a need to outbid Emily, so they each took six. Claudia took seven.
The amount of sexual activity that week was higher than ever before. Some of the popular guys complained that they were being expected to do it too much. A number of guys - more than five - claimed to have done it with Emily and commented on how eager she was to please.
I tried to find a chance to talk to Emily, but any time I ran into her outside of class, she was either rushing somewhere, or being flirted with by some other guy. She seemed happy though.
Two girls failed to make their bids that week. As punishment, Claudia made them strip naked and let Anton and Jackson write degrading things on their bodies with permanent markers. She took pictures, but promised not to post them online.
On Friday after the last class I was at the vending machines grabbing a Coke and waiting for the rain to let up. Zoe buzzed past me a couple times as if searching for something. She was frustrated. Finally she stopped in front of me.
"Hey. Can you get it up?" She asked. I nodded. "I've got one more that I need to use up," she told me. I guess she expected me to say something. Then she added, "So do you wanna?"
"Yeah!" I told her with disbelief.
Zoe was a petite redhead with big boobs. She kinda looked like a pornographic cartoon character like that. Guys said that she could bend like a pretzel, too. Normally, of course, her blouse was buttoned all the way to the top and she would be wearing a tie, but I guess in her hunt for her last score of the week she had loosened up, because now her tie was gone and her blouse was open a lot. I don't think I'd ever seen a classmate's cleavage before, but there, surrounded by fancy lacy bra fabric, were the tops of Zoe's famous tits. A Star of David on a gold chain dangled between them.
Zoe led me into the chemistry lab. She pulled a condom out of her bag and set it on the counter. Then, she reached under her skirt with both hands and wiggled her hips until her lime green panties came down. She stepped out of those and hopped up to sit on the counter. She spread her legs even though they were still covered by her skirt, and looked at me expectantly.
I swiftly pulled down my pants and almost fell over, so I took off my shoes and removed my pants and underwear completely. I think from the look on her face that Zoe approved of my dick.
I stood between Zoe's legs and put my hands on her waist. I was actually touching a girl in an intimate way. I looked at her for a clue of what she expected but she didn't give me one.
"Am I allowed to kiss you?" I asked.
"Yeah, of course," she answered a little impatiently.
So then I kissed her. My first time kissing a girl, and it was one of the prettiest, most popular girls at school. A girl whose bikini pictures had supposedly given nosebleeds to an entire boys' school in Japan.
She helped me with the kiss. I didn't really know what I was doing, but without a word, she taught me. She turned her head and had me kiss behind her ear. Then she pushed my face down into her tits. I couldn't get to the nipples but I kissed and sucked every exposed bit on top, and I loved the feeling. Her pendant kept getting in my way and I realized that I'd never known she was Jewish. I briefly wondered whether I had a moral duty to tell her that I wasn't, but then I concluded that that was stupid.
"Okay, that's enough," she said, and pushed me away. She handed me the condom and despite my fears, I put it on without making a fool of myself.
I was wrapped and hard. Zoe pulled up the front of her skirt, still sitting on the counter, and showed me her pussy. I had always assumed that her hair color was artificial - nobody's hair was that crimson - but her landing strip was a matching deep rich red. She held my dick and pulled me closer and then I was inside her.
It was everything my dick had ever wanted. It was amazing. Snug and warm, and it felt just right as I began to move. She liked it too, because she made "mmm" noises as I stroked in and out, in and out. I squeezed her tight butt and pulled her into me as I fucked her.
I wanted to give Zoe the best experience possible. I wanted it to mean as much to her as it did to me. But it was just too much - too exciting, too good. I could feel my orgasm coming several seconds away but I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it. Even if I pulled out right away I would blow my load. So I did the only thing I could do: I held Zoe tightly and kept fucking her until jizz exploded out of my dick.
I pulled out and examined the condom. I had come so hard that I honestly worried that it might have ruptured. Zoe hopped down to the floor and pulled her panties on.
"Thanks," she said. She was thanking me for sex. "Try and work on that stamina thing, okay?" She said - not in a mean way. Maybe it was the hormone rush, but it sounded like she might be willing to give me another chance next week.
I masturbated eight times over the weekend, to try to be ready for Zoe. Every time, I pretended that I didn't need protection - that I got to fill her pussy with cream.
Power Shift
Next week, Emily bid twelve, and Claudia thirteen. Claudia convinced Zoe and Vanessa to each bid nine, even though they didn't want to. Most of the rest of the girls were doing three or four.
Pretty much nobody showed up on time for class any more, and I think every guy at school got laid at least once. I did it with Amber and Marie both on Wednesday. I lasted long enough to make Marie come. And on Friday I got to do it with Zoe again. She begged me to do it another time right after that, but I couldn't so she went looking for someone else. She seemed pretty desperate.
Most of the girls were giving Emily respect. Most of the guys wanted to be with her. They'd fuck their girlfriends out of obligation, but for some reason, Emily was the most desireable partner.
The teachers didn't care. Most of them gave token assignments and then went back to reading want ads for new jobs. The school was getting dirtier by the day, and the lunch offerings more simple. The school was dying.
The formerly popular girls failed to make their bids that week, while Emily's twelve were gone by mid-day Thursday. It was up to Emily to choose their punishment.
Next Monday, Emily bid twenty! That's four times each day! Claudia, Zoe, and Vanessa looked sullen. They each bid four. They were broken. There was something else about them too, though: each of last week's failures now had a bump under the front of her skirt.
Emily had messaged them with their consequences over the weekend. They would still have to bid and get fucked like normal, of course, but they would also need to "work off" their unfulfilled bids from the previous week in a special way. They had to fuck each other with strap-ons - or any boys willing to take it up the ass. The receiver had to come, and it had to be witnessed by at least two non-participating guys to count. They would have to wear their strap-ons full time until they were done. It was weird to see girls with artificial hard-ons under their skirts. Vanessa's presentation in Social Studies was really something to watch.
Supposedly Claudia tried twice to fuck Anton's ass while giving him a reach-around, but he couldn't get hard, so it didn't count.
I got to watch one of Zoe's make-ups poolside with Claudia. Claudia insisted that she needed a guy there for authenticity or something, so it was sort of a three-way. Anton lay on his back, and Claudia climbed on top of him, kissing him. Her ass was kinda in the air, and I could see her fake dong hanging down, poking his belly. His real one was reaching up toward her, but he had his pants on, so it didn't look very big. Zoe took her skirt completely off but kept her red panties, with her harness on the outside. She knelt over Anton's legs, lifted Claudia's skirt, and pulled Claudia's white panties down just enough to have access to her pussy.
Zoe tried to penetrate her, but stopped. "You're not very wet," she complained.
Claudia snapped back. "Well, I'm doing this for you. Find a way to make it work."
Zoe rubbed some spit on her dildo and then, after a rough entry, started rocking her hips back and forth, pushing a thick eight-inch mock-cock into her friend. At first, Claudia's grunts didn't sound that sexy, but after a minute the dildo was sliding smoothly into her silky pussy, and she seemed to get into it.
Zoe caressed Claudia's ass. "There you go, girl," she said seductively.
Claudia looked back at Zoe with blazing eyes. "Don't talk to me like that!" She turned her attention back to Anton's face. "You can. Talk dirty to me. Turn me on so I can come and be done with this!"
Anton clearly didn't know the right thing to say. He tried telling her it was hot watching her get fucked by another girl, but that didn't go over well. He tried imagination - telling her her pussy felt tight on his throbbing cock - but she rejected that too.
"Shut up! Just... play with my tits," she commanded. She rose up a little and with one hand began unbuttoning her blouse. Anton helped, and soon her blouse was open, her bra undone and dangling, and Anton's hands were greedily squeezing Claudia's lovely perky tits. Claudia closed her eyes and let herself give in to the feelings, only sometimes reaching down and touching Anton's face as if to remind herself that her boyfriend was there.
It was something to see. Zoe's hands were on Claudia's bare hips. Zoe's tight little ass moved back and forth, her hips slapping into Claudia, and the bumpy rubber dildo dragged her labia as it moved in and out. With each thrust, Zoe's motion was transmitted to Claudia, and she moaned - real sexy moans - while she rocked. Meanwhile, Anton's hands never stopped squeezing and pressing her tits, sometimes flicking her nipples with his thumbs.
"Harder," Claudia said out of nowhere, a breathy lover's request. Her hand shot between her legs and began rubbing her clit. Zoe adjusted her posture and drilled Claudia at twice the speed. Claudia lowered herself and began kissing Anton feverishly. Then she pressed her head to his shoulder and let out a series of moans that sounded as if she were breaking. I know I wasn't really welcome, but I moved in close to watch. I could actually see Claudia's pussy quivering while she came.
When Zoe pulled out, her dildo was shiny and wet, and she looked sort of proud kneeling there with it. I had a lot of confusing thoughts looking at her body just then.
The Reigning Champ
Even knowing that Emily was committed to ridiculous amounts of sex every day, I was still worried that she wouldn't see me as worthy to be one of her partners. Every guy wanted to be with her! I'd always thought she was really cute and imaginative, and she was never a snob to anyone. Also I really wanted to understand what the big deal with her was. I did have a little experience by then. It couldn't hurt to ask.
"Hey, Emily," I said when I caught her. "I was wondering.... Um, do you think it would be okay if we did it?"
"Oh!" She seemed surprised by my question. "Um, how quick are you?"
Insecurity hit me like a bear's paw. I didn't know how to answer. I was getting better - I thought - but some of the guys at school had been having sex for years. I stayed silent while I tried to figure out what to say.
She went on. "It's just that: I've been doing groups at lunch. You can just show up if you want. Or I can put you on the list for one-on-one after school, but you may have to wait a while. I do have a free period fourth period, but I kinda need that time to study. I could fit you in at the beginning maybe, if you don't think you'd last too long."
The thought crossed my mind then: the girl I liked was an epic slut. Porn stars probably don't have as much sex as Emily. Beating Claudia was one thing, but there was no way Emily was doing it this much without really liking getting fucked by every guy around. And yet, I probably wouldn't have had the courage to even talk to her otherwise, much less have sex with her.
"After school would be good," I said.
She smiled at me and looked at her notebook. "Today? Okay, you are... fourth. I can't give you an exact time."
"That's fine. Thanks!" I told her.
I did stop by the basketball court - her known home base - at lunch. There were a lot of guys waiting, and a couple who looked spent who I guess were waiting for their friends. Emily was naked, lying on her side on a tumbling mat, with one guy in front of her and one behind. She was getting filled up by two dicks at the same time, and she seemed happy. She was giggling and gasping. The three bodies moved with together in weird irregular cycles. I watched her come, and her two guys finished at about the same time. They moved away, and two more got ready.
I left before I saw any more. My feelings were just too jumbled and confused.
After school I waited in the hall outside the basketball court. I watched each guy go in, and I waited. I heard Emily come over and over again. I desperately hoped that I could make her come; I didn't want to be the first guy to let her down.
She was dressed when I went in - well, partly. She had on her blouse and skirt, but her legs looked strangely naked without her usual knee socks. Those were in a pile in the corner, along with her shoes, bra, and tie. I didn't see any panties.
"Hey!" She said as I approached her, and she sort of bounced on the balls of her feet. "So is this your first time?" She asked, sounding hopeful.
"Well, no," I answered. "Zoe, and then, you know, a couple others. Things have been crazy lately."
"Oh. Yeah, sure. Of course," she said, sounding disappointed but like she was trying to hide it.
"So, um," she said, stepping intimately close to me. "Do you like to kiss?" She wrapped her arms around me, stood on her tip-toes, and pulled me into her face. With that kiss, I was hers. She somehow showed me her whole soul, and it was glorious. We kissed and I slid my hands up and down her whole body, lost in time.
We ended up on the floor with her on her back, smiling up at me sweetly while I unbuttoned her blouse. Her boobs seemed smaller, stretched flat across her chest, but my fingers were very happy exploring them. Her nipples stood out like little churches at the tops of hills. They were my first whole, naked breasts. "I really like the way you're touching me," she said sweetly.
Soon I was kissing her belly, but then I smiled at her devilishly and slowly gathered up the front of her skirt. Her bush was gone - she was totally smooth down there. She spread her legs. I scrambled into position and tasted her bare pussy, licking it every which way I could think to try. She put her hand on my head and sighed. "Nobody's ever done this for me before," she whispered.
I was really stupid about women, but I sort of figured out what she liked. I found her clit by accident with my nose. Once I started licking with a light steady pattern, she began to hum-moan, and stroked the side of my head. She announced that she was going to come and she gripped a handful of my hair. Her hips shook, and then a few seconds later she gasped, and then she gently pushed me away. She looked at me with the biggest eyes and the biggest smile I'd ever seen.
We got tangled up with each other trying to take off my pants, but we succeeded and put a rubber on me. I was sitting upright with my legs straight out when she climbed on top of me. As she pushed down, accepting my cock into her pussy, she had a look on her face like this was something new - like there was something that set my dick apart from the other fifty or so that she had tried recently. We held each other and moaned to one another while she bounced on my cock. She stopped to take off my shirt and then we did it more, skin to skin, as close together as humanly possible. I was completely connected to her, inside and out.
We were grinding pretty hard, and then I felt her pussy coming on my dick. She blushed. Then she slowed down. I could feel her heart beating rapidly. She whispered, "I like you." I didn't know what to say, but I think she liked what she saw in my eyes. Then she started slamming herself into my dick. I knew I was about to come. I didn't want to - I didn't want it to be over - but as soon as I started to come she gasped like she had felt it, and she came too, and that made it perfect. I came so hard that my belly hurt inside for a couple minutes.
Emily put her blouse and skirt back on, kissed me, and asked me to send in the next guy, but the hallway was empty, so we walked to the city bus stop together, talking.
Nothing Lasts Forever
Next Monday in front of the nurse's office, the girls all made way to let Emily go first. She passed through the crowd regally and smiled at the nurse, who by now came prepared with a huge box of condoms.
"None for me this week, thanks," Emily told the nurse to everyone's astonishment. "I just wanted to thank you for helping to keep us all safe." With that she turned and walked away with a bounce in her step.
All eyes were on Claudia all of the sudden, while she tried to process what was happening. "Yeah - none for me either," she announced.
A couple girls still put one or two condoms on their desks that day, but I gathered that was just about getting laid, not status.
We had an assembly in the afternoon. The school was closing; this would be the last week of classes. We would get credit for the whole semester, but it was ending weeks before other schools. I really doubt any of us learned anything.
I walked with Emily to the bus stop after classes every day that week. I didn't have to wait - she wasn't scheduling sex after school any more.
"What are you going to do now that there's no more class?" She asked me.
"I have no idea," I confessed.
"Wanna maybe come over and watch some videos?" She asked.
"Yeah. That would be cool."