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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode II - School Pride
Part: 19 of 44
Summary: Rachel's spiral of arousal and embarrassment continues with
school pride day.
Keywords: fsolo, mast, exhib, voy, humil, nc, mf, Mf, 1st, bd,
blackmail, toys, nosex
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   Rachel tried not to be embarrassed when Coach Ron patted her butt again.
She had just stated "I am very proud of myself, my uniform and my team". 
She had to back up her words with appropriate actions.  Those actions did
not include slapping his hand away or covering herself in shame under Coach
Ron's gaze even though her mind was screaming for her to do so.
   While she tried to maintain composure Rachel beat herself up mentally
over her own stupidity.  Coach Ron had just demonstrated the correct way to
store her gloves.  She had worn them for almost two days straight without
ever realizing what the loop was for.
   **Even Brenda the bully figured that out...sort of.  How stupid can you
be?
   She tried to hide the turmoil within and smile up at him with pride. 
Hopefully he was about finished and she could get back to carrying out her
sentence in peace.  It was easy to smile at Coach Ron's next words "Now
that your hands are free, you should take some shifts washing cars.  Those
girls have been working really hard back there.  I'm sure one of them would
be more than happy to take your place out here."
   Her smile faltered as the implications sunk in.  She would have to give
up her sign.
   **At least I won't be stuck on the side of the road.  Maybe I can wrap
up in one of the terry towels.
   But just before Rachel was freed to leave, Coach Ron threw her a curve
ball.  He reached into the bag of donation money and handed Rachel a few
dollars.  "Go buy a bottle of sunscreen from the supermarket then send one
of the girls up to take your place.  I'll hold your post until she gets
here." With that he grabbed the string from around her neck and pulled the
sign over her head.
   Alarm bells went off in Rachel's head as her naked breasts were
revealed. She started to reach up to hide them.  She got half way then
reluctantly forced her hands back down to her side and adjusted her posture
to reflect the pride she was supposed to be feeling.
   **Represent yourself with pride in everything you do.
   Even Coach Ron couldn't keep his jaw from dropping as Rachel presented
her rack to him.  Her glistening teen mounds ignored the laws of gravity
and strained up toward him.  Her pink nipples stood proudly on top ready
for inspection.  The way she stood there in silence with her breasts
extended, it was like she was inviting him to touch them.  Coach Ron was so
lost in the moment he almost did just that.  But to do so would blow his
cover so he didn't move.
   Rachel didn't move either for a similar reason.  She hadn't touched her
nipples in hours and they ached to be pinched.  It took every ounce of her
will not to give in to them.
   Honks broke out among the traffic and Rachel escaped her trance.  She
couldn't keep standing out by the road with her breasts exposed like this.
The alternative wasn't much better, but she had to do something.  So she
left Coach Ron still in his trance and started across the parking lot.
   Rachel weaved between parked cars on her way to the store entrance. 
Awash in hormones her nipples felt like magnets drawing her hands upward.
She stepped behind a van and looked around to make sure no one was
watching. Then she indulged her nipples for a few seconds and whimpered.
   She knew she shouldn't be touching herself in public that way, but she
couldn't stop.  She wasn't a pervert...but she was a girl with needs.  She
tried to snap out of it, but the urge was overpowering.  A dreadful
realization hit her as she looked down at her glistening naked body.  She
was going to bring herself to orgasm right here in the parking lot.  It was
the only way to get moving again.  She leaned on the bumper to gain better
access between her legs.
   That turned out to be the only thing that saved her.  On contact, the
chrome bumper of the old van scorched her butt.  She felt a burning
sensation and jumped out of position.  Rubbing her tender cheeks she became
angry at her body for having grown so needy.
   **Why do I have to constantly attend to my body's sexual needs?  Can't I
get a day off once in a while?
   It was a fair question.  But the answer eluded her.  She reluctantly
resumed walking toward the grocery store.  It was like a death march for
her modesty.  She didn't know how she got into these situations.  She just
wanted to get it over with.  Rachel picked up the pace.  Her gloves heaved
under the flexing muscles of her bottom; gently slapping her butt with each
step.  It was a new sensation she wasn't used to.  It reminded her of
Brenda's relentless smacks from yesterday.  It was not a happy memory, but
she had to admit it motivated her to get down those stairs in a hurry.
   Now these gloves were like invisible hands prodding her forward.  Making
sure she didn't change her mind or turn back.  Each step prompted another
until before she knew it; she was at the entrance...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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