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     Ariel:  a Punk Rock Girl - The School Dance - Ch-6
     m/f, nc, humil, exhib, nerd sex ;)
     
     By She Cries
     she_cries@ftml.net.
     More of my stories at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/she_cries/www/
     -------------------------------------------------------

     Ch-6
     
     The three geeks didn't waste any time getting to their
feet.  I had my hands over my chest in a flash.  The dropped
bottle clattered loud on the hard floor in the deathly
silent room.  Rusty stood up defiantly, his two friends,
short, freshman dweebs dressed up in hand-me down slacks and
really silly looking ties.  Their button down shirts made a
mockery of the male body, straining against a bulging belly
on  Charles, a short black-haired Asian kid, and hanging
like elephant flab around Earl, a taller brown haired kid
who was as skinny as me.  I knew them both from PE.  They'd
snickered at a lot of Rusty's jokes about me.  Behind my
back of course.
     "Get the fuck out!" Muffy hollered, stamping up to
Rusty with a fist raised.
     Rusty stood defiantly, a grin on his face, keeping his
two friends from bolting out the bathroom door, which they
obviously wanted to do, "Nice nipple, Muffy." He said
calmly, though his feet were shaking.
     Muffy glanced down.  Her bold attack had let the dress
fold down off the side she hadn't hooked over a shoulder,
and her boob was peeking out.  Shamed she retreated,
clamping a hand over her breast and turning away.
     "Hey Ariel, I like that bra." I was shuddering, caught
twice like this by boys I despised.  I couldn't think of any
response but to flip him off.  His eyes darted down to my
chest, and I remembered how see-through the bra was.  I
slammed my hand back to my bosom and Rusty burst out
laughing.
     His friends were busy eyeing Chelsea, who lay still,
almost passed out, completely topless in all her luscious
glory.  Her dress was practically off.  She looked like I
must have looked in Wade's car to the security guard.  I
felt terribly concerned for her.
     Muffy wasn't paying attention to her friend, and I was
afraid to move to help either her or Chelsea for fear of
exposing myself again.  Chelsea was to my right.  I'd expose
the slit up my skirt if I tried to cover the girl.  I still
hadn't put on any underwear, and my nipples were totally
obvious in Muffy's slutty bra.  I thought about running into
the stall and hiding, but Chelsea was leaning against the
open door.
     Muffy was still indignant, but substantially cowed by
her exposed situation, as was I, "Get out," she said, but
she said it weakly, and I felt my confidence wavering.  She
couldn't be this scared of Rusty.  He was a 98 pound nerd,
like me.
     "Relax," Rusty said, bristling with a confidence
completely lacking in his trembling friends, "We just wanted
to join the party."
     "Dream on, you little pervert!" Muffy snapped back at
him.
     He spread his hands, "Pervert?  I'm not the one
sleeping with a junior because I can't say `no.'"
     "How long have you been listening to us in there."
     One of Rusty's brood was really nervous, "We weren't
listening!"
     Rusty shoved his friend aside, "Nope, we didn't hear
you all fooling around out here either."
     "We weren't fooling around," I said balling up my
fists, forgetting for the moment that my bra was
transparent.
     Muffy shouted over me, "If you ever tell anyone-!" but
she was too incensed to finish.
     "Why should I tell anyone?" Rusty asked innocently, "We
just wanted to join in."
     "In your dreams." The eighteen year-old cheerleader
said icily.  She turned around, and glanced at her friend
half-naked on the floor, but didn't seem too concerned.  She
looked at me, "Let's get her out of here.  Forget them.  No
one will believe them."
     And she wheeled on the boys again.  I wanted to tell
her that her top had slipped most of the way down, and most,
if not all of her chest was exposed to them.  Instead I
crossed my own arms, to scared to do anything.  "Are you
still here?" she snarled at the freshmen, her proud breasts
jiggling defiantly.
     Rusty was more confident, cocky.  "Charles has
something he'd like you to hear."
     And Charles, the fat Asian kid held up an odd little
device in his hand.  I recognized it immediately as a
digital recorder.  My mom had one.  Muffy seemed less
enlightened until Charles pressed `Play.'
     "Oh dear, I hope we're not scaring you, dear?"
Chelsea's voice boomed from the recorder.
     "It's a little weird." I heard myself say.
      "We do this all the time, honey.  We just forget that
you're not used to this."
     I heard myself gasping, and the girls giggling.
     Muffy's voice came out of the little box, "You've got a
really great rack.  Now I know why all those guys are after
you." I saw Muffy blanch at the sound of her own voice, "I
mean if I were a guy, and you took off your dress in front
of me, I'd be fighting my friends to get some of that."
     Charles fast forwarded the recorder, pressed a button
and held it up again, "At any rate, I'm gone this year, so I
don't have to do the little bastard any more."  There was
Muffy again, talking about Jerry, her junior lover.
     "You still do it?" My voice again
     "What am I going to say to him, Ariel?  `I'm not that
kind of girl?'  `I'm not in the mood?'"
     "How about you don't want to."  I cringed, remembering
what Muffy was about to say next.
     "I do want to.  He's not that bad, now that I've
trained him a bit.  He's got a really big dick."
     Muffy looked like she'd been hit by a truck.  Her arms
lay limp at her sides.  Her dress fell down to her waist,
her breasts completely bare, uncovered.  The three boys
ogled her with glee.
     "What do you want?" I asked them.  "Why won't you just
leave?"
     "Hey Ariel, you gonna be a cheerleader?" Rusty taunted
me.
     Muffy was lost, I knew.  She was as bad as me, her head
clouded with alcohol.  Like her I was completely unable to
figure out what to say next.
     "So what do you want?" Muffy asked.  "A blow job?"
     Jesus!  I knew she was a slut, but I didn't think it
was that bad.  I mean, I could understand blackmail, but
this defeated resignation, not even a fight.
     "All three of us." Rusty declared.
     "Fine." She said.
     I couldn't believe she was that casual about agreeing
to that.  She must have been drunker than I thought.  I
wanted to stop her, to do something, but I was too shocked,
and too drunk to do anything.
     "All of you." Rusty said.  I shook my head desperately.
There was nothing on that tape to incriminate me.  I
couldn't possibly have gotten away from all the jocks to be
blackmailed by these infantile dweebs.
     Muffy turned to me.  Was she crying?  I couldn't
believe how she'd let such a little thing make her do this.
Okay, it would ruin her reputation and make everyone think
the three of us were lesbians, but seriously, who gives a
fuck.
     Of course, I had nothing to lose.  Muffy stood to lose
everything, which was why she put up with so much from the
guys on the team.
     "Please, Ariel, it's a little thing."
     I looked at Rusty, horror in my eyes.  Not him.  Not my
first.  I couldn't!  Not in a million years.
     "Please!" she pleaded, crying at me.
     I found myself unable to contain myself, unable to
fight her piteous state.  I let my arms fall to my sides,
felt myself nodding.
     I heard a sudden thudding at the door.  Someone was
coming in.  We were saved!  My heart leapt in my chest.  But
the door shuddered, and it stopped.  The lock was drawn.  A
simple deadbolt.  Who had done that?
     I looked at Rusty, "Hey Ariel, how `bout you show me
those tits." He said.
     We were trapped, and I found myself waiting for the
tears as I reached back.  Muffy was being a weak-willed sap
and I was playing along, for her sake.  For the sake of a
girl who wouldn't have wasted spit on my grave a few hours
ago.
     Then I was topless, again, but this time with boys
present.  I felt my body switch into autopilot, and before I
caught myself I had unhooked the belt.  I had only to pull
it apart before it fell off and I would be completely naked
but for one belt and my boots, as my G-string was still
sitting on the sink counter.
     "Don't stop there." He grinned, and I scowled at him,
but I still hadn't started crying like Muffy was.
     She interrupted me as I started to pull the belt
through the buckle, "It's okay Ariel, I'll do it."
     I pulled the belt tight as I watched the senior
cheerleader push her dress down and past her hips.  Muffy
had the most beautiful ass on any girl I'd ever seen, and
the boys didn't fail to appreciate it either.  Her legs were
long, well muscled, and tanned, her bare tummy flat and
firm, but without the rigid six-pack I had or the bony ribs.
     Rusty pulled off his headgear. Charles and the Earl
sported huge grins but were otherwise frozen.  Muffy stepped
toward Charles and took his hand and placed it on her chest
while the boy stood still, amazed, obviously terrified of
any action that might destroy his good fortune.  Muffy's
reaction astonished me.  She instantly started moaning and
rocking about, throwing her arms around him.  The other boys
came up, grabbing her ass, her tits, playing with their
plaything who was suddenly unashamed about being a brazen
wanton slut, just because they had a tidbit of dirty
information on her.
     Suddenly she pushed Rusty off.  He was trying to suck
on her neck, "I can't do all three of you.  Why don't you
and Ariel." her voice trailed off as Charles pulled her
dress off, but it was too late.  The damage had been done.
     Rusty took a step past my new friend, eying me with
lust and contempt, "Go on." His eyes flashed to my skirt.
In a second I was naked.  Even Ronnie and the jocks hadn't
gotten this far.  I was naked to the knee and Rusty was the
first man ever to appreciate it.  Charles and Earl paused a
moment to appreciate it.  Just to assure that I was totally
humiliated for them I forced my arms to the sides.  They
went right back to their more willing lover.
     "I like those boots." But Rusty wasn't looking at my
shoes.
     Rusty glanced back at his friends, sharing kisses with
Muffy, then grabbed a hand and pulled me into the stall,
stepping over the half naked Chelsea.  I looked to Muffy,
one last time, hoping for some reprieve from the skinny,
scrawny, zit-faced geek, but Muffy was clutching Charles'
friend to her breast, evincing relish at the pleasure it
caused.
     But then, just as Rusty yanked me over the prone figure
of Chelsea I saw Muffy peek at me.  Or had it been my
imagination.  Lost in her reverie it seemed impossible that
the defeated whore of my high school would pause in her
submission to check up on me, but the turn of her head and
the white of her eye left me with little doubt as to the
deliberate motion.  Was this some kind of set-up?  Was this
some kind of senior prank?  I couldn't believe that the two
girls would go that far just to set me up with the king of
geeks.
     Rusty pulled Chelsea's passed out form into the stall
and let the door fall shut.  He took a long time to
appreciate the girl, showing me what I was about to be in
for by  fondling and squeezing her breasts.  He was
unashamed of my presence as he suckled on her nipples.  I
didn't think it was a senior prank anymore.  Chelsea moaned
lightly, and even caressed Rusty's hair.  The chill of the
tile wall I leaned against pervaded every inch of my
entirely naked body.  Rusty tried to push his hand down into
Chelsea's dress, and I waited patiently, like a good girl,
for my turn.  I had given myself to Rusty, so Muffy wouldn't
get into trouble.  I heard the slut moaning outside the
stall.  I was about to lose my virginity for her to the
ugliest kid in school.  I wanted to be sick, but instead I
just waited.
     Suddenly he remembered that I was there.
     Rusty stood and turned to me.  He smiled, almost
politely, then grabbed my boobs and squeezing them roughly.
It hurt, they were sore from so much arousal, but it wasn't
as bad as the hand that plunged down into my crotch, dry
after so much effort and started stabbing, as if he were
going to fuck me with his finger.  I went up on my toes, and
pushed him away, retreating to a corner by the toilet where
he quickly boxed me in, "Come on, Ariel, I know what kind of
girl you are."  He reached again for my sex and I let him,
looking away and fighting the urge to shudder, and get sick.
He pinched and pulled at my lips, but didn't try to stab me
again.
     "What kind of girl is that?" I spat at him.
     "I saw you and that football player on the dance
floor." My mouth fell open, "Only a total slut would do it
with a guy in front of everyone like that."
     "We weren't doing it."
     But he came at me, clutching the back of my neck and
shoving his mouth onto mine.
     My first kiss.  I mean Ronnie had tried, but he hadn't
really gotten my mouth open.  Rusty I just gave in to.  It
was truly a sad moment.
     It was definitely wet, sloppy, lots of tongue.  His
braces jammed into me, and it wasn't until I deliberately
kissed him back that he lightened up, taking some of the
pressure off as both of us struggled to learn to kiss
another human.  I let his hands run free over my body. My
tits, my ass, my dry little sex; Rusty's posession.
     I decided to indulge him.  Maybe if I stalled I
wouldn't wind up with his cock in my mouth, or worse.  Maybe
someone would get a janitor to open the bathroom door, but
at that point that wouldn't matter.  Getting caught like
this was infinitely worse than the little bit of blackmail
Rusty had on us.
     I realized how true Muffy's words had been.  I was
naked, and had nearly no resistance to offer but stalling
tactics, and sexual ones at that.  He could string me along,
or take me if he liked.  Without anything to cover myself
with I was about as helpless as a baby in a flash flood.  It
was only a matter of time.
     But the lingering kiss went on and on, like lovers,
rather than victim and.  Whatever.  I found myself, rather
than trying to avoid arousal, fantasizing about Wade, to
bring it about.  I let the heat of the memory roll over me,
simply because anything that took away the humiliation of
his relentless groping, tugging, and mauling would be a
relief.  I'd just do this, get it over with, and get on with
things.  I pressed myself against Rusty and opened my legs,
so he could feel around better.  I let him have my tongue,
and tried to do what Muffy was doing.
     But I couldn't stop thinking about how Muffy had
described her relationship with Jerry.  She did him once, at
a moment of weakness, manipulated and used, and now he
expected her to sleep with him all the time, and she didn't
have a way out.  If I couldn't say no to Rusty now, how
could I say no to him after I'd let him use me.
     It didn't matter.  It was too late.  Rusty had gotten
eager, "Come on, let's do it."
     "Please, Rusty, I'm a virgin."
     He looked skeptically, "A virgin, no way!"  Pretending
he was Wade, maybe, hadn't been a good idea.
     "It's true," I nodded.
     "You kiss like a pro." He said, planting another slimy,
brace-scraping kiss on me.
     How would he know? I thought kissing him back, trying
to delay him further.
     But he was ready for business.  I could hear Muffy
moaning and yelping from outside the stall.  Was she
actually fucking them?  Was she enjoying it?  She sure
sounded like it.  Maybe she was better at the daydreaming
thing than I was, because though my heart was pumping and my
skin was flushed and sensitive, I didn't feel any sort of
arousal at all.  Rusty's probing fingers didn't do anything
for me but pinch and pull.  When was he going to figure that
out?
     "You like that?" he asked.
     I decided to be honest and shook my head.
     He frowned, obviously confused.  He probably thought
that all you had to do was grope a girl a little and she'd
fall into your lap purring.
     "Here." I said.  I took his hand and turned around.  I
pushed my back into him, and guided his fingers to the right
place; the place I used.  I said, "Like this."  I showed him
how I did it by putting my fingers above his.  I even took
his spare hand and brought it up to my breast, showing him
how I liked to be stroked (or at least showing him a way
that wasn't groping).  Then, after I had gotten him started
I shut my brain off and let images of Wade flood into my
mind.  I was following Muffy's lead, letting them take her
away and making a horrible situation into a long, bad dream,
but a tolerable one nonetheless.
     Rusty was pretty lousy at the whole job.  I think you
have to Want to get your girl off in order to be good at it,
but the fantasies brought me up where Rusty let me down, and
after a few minutes I was beginning to moan and groan in his
arms.  I was glad he was so obviously inexperienced, because
he'd have surely torn out my cherry with a finger had he
been able to find it.  I didn't care, really, because by
then I was really starting to enjoy myself.
     Losing control in the arms of the biggest nerd in
school was just about as bad as admitting to the seven jocks
that I'd lost the bet.  It was better than being totally
myself.  Naked, letting him paw me; A fourteen-year old who
was taking away that last shreds of dignity I would ever
possess.
     I knew my moaning and squeaking was competing with
Muffy's.  I envied prone, passed out Chelsea, whose drinking
usually put her in the position I was in right now.  Rusty
didn't seem interested in a warm corpse, no matter how
voluptuous and curvy she was.  I was awake, willing, and
obviously attractive to him.  I prepared myself for the
moment he decided to take my virginity.
     It wasn't far off.  Rusty let go of me, and I heard
myself whimpering in protest.  I tried clutching his hands
to me, but he pushed me against the wall.  I stroked myself,
with a much more expert hand while Rusty revealed his cock.
I looked away and thought of Wade.  I knew it was the end
for me.  Lost in my fantasy I arched my back and invited my
lover into my body.  I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth
as he stabbed at me with his little member.  His cock slid
past my sex and popped out he front and Rusty fucked me like
that for several thrusts until he realized his mistake.  I
rubbed myself and tried not to think of Jerry, who was
clouding out Wade like a revenge against me for getting
away.  Rusty slid back, and aimed again, this time I
clenched up my ass tight and he bounced around a bit before
jamming against my asshole.
     I yelped, and spun around.  Rusty was red-faced,
"What's the matter, why can't I find it."
     It was sad that I couldn't even resign myself to my
fate without having to be an accomplice.  "I don't know,
Rusty, I'm a virgin."  I said.
     He looked at me.  "I believe you."
     For a split second I thought I'd been saved.  Then
Rusty said, "Suck on it."  Whatever innocence I might have
sought to salvage by hiding away in the bathroom was gone.
I didn't sigh.  I didn't while.  I knelt down, cupped
Rusty's skinny, bony little ass and guided his cock straight
into my mouth.  The boy let out a cry of ecstasy, and
outside I wondered at the timing as Rusty's friends were
equally enraptured.  I heard them scuffling outside as
Rusty's pencil thin cock slid past my virgin lips, and I
tasted man for the first time, an acidic, meaty, salty
taste.
     I had no idea how to give a blow job, but Rusty had my
head in his hand, and was thrusting into my mouth.  I
pinched hard with my lips, trying to keep him from thrusting
too deep (not that he could thrust very deep with that short
stub of a cock).  I tried blocking it with my tongue, but
every time the head of his cock smushed into the soft flesh
of my tongue I wanted to gag.  I fingered myself, squeaking
the whole time, great dollops of slobber rolling out from my
lips as the boy pumped me frantically, slamming his fuzzy
red bush into my face.  I smelled him, tasted him, felt him.
All I could hear was  loud slurpy smacking noises.  All i
could see was this skinny white tummy and a shock of curly
red coming at me over and over.    I scrubbed myself with a
brutal, forceful hand I had no mercy on myself, nor did
Rusty on my face.  I was cumming.  Miraculously, I had
peaked with my degradation.  My abject surrender had allowed
me to get off.  At last.
     The door burst open as Rusty exploded in my mouth.  He
let go of my head and I fell back, his puny cock flailing
about madly as I was showered with great monstrous ropes of
sperm.  Muffy stood there, naked in the doorway, her back
silhouetted by the bright fluorescents of the mirrors, but
the fiery brunette didn't look weak and crushed any more.
Her legs apart, her fists raised up she brandished in her
hand the recorder.  Even in the heat of the moment I saw the
signs of sex splattered all over her gorgeous frame.  Behind
her I could see the other geeks sprawled on the ground, half
naked, but clutching their balls.
     Rusty was stunned.  Gush after gush of his lust
spattered me in the face, my hair, my neck and breasts, but
her couldn't take his eyes off Muffy.  I seized his balls,
tiny things thing, like his tiny penis.  I squeezed with all
my might.
     A high, falsetto scream went up into the air.  I leaped
after him, my fists rattling on his shoulders and head.  The
boy started to tumble to the floor.  I cracked him hard
across the jaw, splitting my knuckle, but he went down in a
writhing heap of pain and agony.  I saw a flash of blue
cloth, and Chelsea was suddenly standing, kicking the shit
out of the red-haired nerd.  Had she been awake the whole
time, playing possum, waiting for the chance to make her
move.
     I didn't wait any longer, and joined her in kicking the
wallowing pud, my heavy boots reaping loud, hysterical cries
from the boy, where Chelsea's only made him shudder.
Clearly I was better at this than she was, but we grinned at
each other with bloodlust in our eyes as we beat the brat
black and blue.
     
     We celebrated our victory with three of the last four
cigarettes.  Muffy and I were still naked, but unashamed
this time, even with the sprawling bodies whimpering for
their mothers all around us.  Only Chelsea had clothes on.
Muffy and I bore the scars of our battle: White pearl drops
studding our bare bodies melting into a glossy, viscous
badge of honor.
     I was embarrassed, at first, after the adrenaline and
the violence subsided, to have the cheerleaders find me in
that state: orgasmic, Rusty's dick in my face, his salty
sperm flooding my mouth.  But I found myself hailed proudly
by Chelsea for my actions, though Muffy bore the bulk of her
praise.
     The tanned, athletic goddess, naked as I bore a semen
trail down her chin, onto her chest, but also a spattering
on her backside, on her ass, and at one point she spread her
legs and hiked up her sex to show the biggest concentration
of all, pooling up at the entrance to her vagina.  She had
knelt between the boys while they took her from both ends.
Charles came instantaneously on contact with her ass and had
to start over.  Muffy told me that she had let Earl fuck her
while Charles got hard again, then she took them both
together, one at each end.  She had them both by the balls
when Earl came a second time and she let squeeze on both.
She'd have interrupted Rusty and I earlier, but she felt so
bad for Charles that she saved her tightest squeeze till
after he had finished inside her.
     "What," I asked, "You let him fuck you after you had
him by the balls?"
     "The little guy was just following Rusty, Ariel."  She
was sitting on the sink counter.  She glanced at the growing
pool of semen underneath her, "Jesus.  It's not like he's
ever going to get laid again.  I mean I took his virginity.
It shouldn't be all bad."
     (I should add here that after graduation Muffy took a
waitress job at Charles' Dad's restaurant, and she had to
service him privately all Summer until she went away to
college-which is why you shouldn't give sympathy fucks)
     I tried not to let my jaw drop.  I looked at Earl and
the little fatty trying to get eyefulls of us to last a
lifetime while trying also to make their utter physical
agony go away.
     Neither of them were as bad off as Rusty, unconscious
and bleeding in the handicapped stall, but I didn't envy
them, curled up still, their pants around their ankles
revealing the two ugliest butts I'd ever seen, with the
three of us towering over them, waiting to give a swift kick
if either of them misbehaves.  In contrast to the beauty
queen at my shoulder I was a pale, sickly thing, but I felt
like a towering she bitch, supported by them.  I found
myself proudly lording my nudity over them, knowing they
would never have me.
     (I should also add here that I agreed to study naked
with Earl for a whole semester after he caught me getting
stoned behind the computer labs a year later. My rational
was, 'he's seen me already...'-despite this I got top math
scores that semester and Earl had to repeat trigonometry)
     Finally, Muffy stamped out her cigarette by flicking it
at Charles and grinding it under his nose.
     Charles whimpered, but she was looking at me, "There
was no way I could have taken all three of them, Ariel.  I
owe you my ass."
     I just shrugged.
     A warm hand grabbed my arm, "Really, girl.  You didn't
have anything to lose from that tape.  What you did in
there.  You did it for me.  I can't even say how much that
means to me."
     Suddenly she threw her arms around me.  I tried not to
think about the awkwardness of her lithe, naked body
slamming up against mine, aroused and flustered, basking in
the aftermath of an orgasm and the greatest outpouring of
anger I had ever known.  I tried really hard not to pay
attention to all the semen that we smeared over one another,
literally four breasts colliding in a deluge of sperm.  But
I grappled her close.  I had never bonded with any girl this
way.  Never.  I was almost ill to think of whom I had shared
this experience with, but I couldn't deny that the three of
us had fought some kind of battle here and come through it
together, victorious, because we'd fought together.
     The irony; that it seemed acceptable for football
players to gang up on me, but not for the geeks was not lost
on me, but at that moment I seized that chance to savor a
long, hot flushed moment of contact.  We were both
tremendously hot, both forcing ourselves to live out our
wildest fantasies to suffer what we needed to until we could
get away, we were both now drenched in the sperm of three
boys.  We were both, as I said before, naked but for our
shoes, but we held each other tight until I thought we would
burst from the pressure.
     
     Mopping up with the writhing boys below us seemed
perverse, but I rather got off swabbing the jizz from my
tits and hurling the wet rags at their faces, Chelsea
kicking them whenever they made any attempt at motion.
There was a perverse pleasure in bending over and knowing
the boys were seeing everything I had but were too miserable
to take it.  Since Muffy and Chelsea didn't seem to be doing
that, however, I tried to do it discretely, and didn't talk
about it.  I'm pretty sure that Charles knew that I was
doing it deliberately as he kept making eye contact with me.
I'd stick out my ass a little more, wiping cum off my boots,
and he'd look at my pink little pussy, entranced.
     It wasn't a thorough job.  We had decided that it was
about damn time that we cleared the hell out of the
bathroom.  I just had time to wipe the most obvious gunk off
my face and tits and dress up.  I pulled the red bra on,
getting Muffy to hook it, since that was going to take some
practice, put the shirt on, and stepped into the G-string
that I hated so much now.  I belted on the skirt, carefully
adjusting the slit so it ran down the side.
     Then I spent a few minutes with Muffy at the sink,
rinsing and spitting, over and over, trying to get the taste
of man-goo out of our mouths.  Nothing, it seemed, did the
trick.  We needed some industrial strength Listerine, or
something, because no matter how many times I rinsed, all I
could taste was Rusty, who was starting to come around in
the stall and making moaning sounds.  They redid my make-up
(they were really experts at this, but I guess the back seat
of a car is where they usually practice) and we spruced
ourselves up a bit.  My make-up was surprisingly fit once
Chelsea did up my horribly smeared lipstick (Rusty's mouth
and cock were painted red), and she did what she could with
the cum in my hair, using it like mousse to control the
bangs (though she threw her hairbrush in the trash
immediately afterwards).and we were off.
     We were almost out the door when Chelsea caught me, and
swabbed a big dollop of cum off the side of my neck, and
Muffy and I scoured each other for any visible droplets
remaining, but found none.  I could feel some, sticky, like
sweat under the shirt, and on my boobs, but there wasn't
time for that.  Besides, Muffy was complaining about how it
was running down her thigh, so I figured I could have had it
a lot worse than I did.
     
     Chelsea too appreciated the sacrifice I'd made,
allowing her to lay "passed out" while she was too drunk to
resist, but she was by no means comfortable with geek sperm.
Understandable, since I wasn't either, and I not only had it
all over, but had drawn it out from the source.
     
     Once outside the little comfort zone that had suspended
the three of us together in time in spite of our differences
started to fade.  Although they encouraged me to come hang
out with them, I was more than a little uncomfortable with a
pair of girls who looked on getting banged by a bunch of
guys as some sort of acceptable means for being popular.
The simple fact that I'd had to completely abandon my
chastity because their idea of fighting involved total self-
effacement (involving the drinking of other men's sperm) led
me to worry for my safety should another situation arise
while I was in their presence.
     In short, they were about to hunt down the very type of
man who had been tormenting me all night, and try to do what
I had been trying not to get done to me.  That made my
decision for me, and I begged them to understand that I
needed to find Alan.  They argued, weakly.  They clearly
didn't know what to say, since I had so evidently passed
some sort of rite of passage they regarded as extremely
important to them, but they also didn't want to have to deal
with the reality that they had bonded with an uber-geek
chick of the school, much less the skinny one with `the
thing in her lip.'
     They didn't say as much, but I sympathized with their
concerns.  How would I ever face Daria and tell her what had
happened.
     So with much hugging, and promises both never to tell
anyone and promises that we'd never wimp out and do the
whole "walk on by" thing in school, we parted ways.

     End of Chapter 6.
     Next:  The big event! (meaning the last chapter)

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