

{ASSM} Nanny3: Back to School 13/14 (Ff+/F, reluc) by LCDRJMC 
and Greatness

With an assist by Jennatarp!


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Part 13

*****

Athena could not remember much of what happened at the 
store and after.  She recalled hanging naked on the wall, 
and Tara's mother, Mrs. Marcus, talking to her.  She 
remembered waking up briefly in her cousin's car.  In the 
darkness of the car's interior, she looked down at her 
bare torso, her top had somehow worked its way above her 
breasts, and she absently saw that Sophie's right hand 
was buried deep between her bare thighs.  The blunt hand 
was doing surprisingly wonderful things between her wide-
spread legs.  Before she faded into unconsciousness again 
she noticed Sophie looking at her with tears in her eyes, 
muttering, "My fault.  All my fault," while her hand 
never stopped.

When she woke again they were in front of her apartment 
building.  Without saying a word, Sophie helped her up to 
her apartment, then, leaving her sitting in front of the 
door, went back for her garment bag from Bountiful 
Plantation.  Sophie had to use one of her 'special' keys 
to get into the apartment, as Athena had mislaid hers 
somewhere.  After opening the door, pushing her inside, 
and handing her the bag, Sophie waved a silent farewell 
and almost ran back to her car.

Athena closed the door and slowly looked around for a 
moment, not sure where she was.  "My God," she said when 
she finally realized her location.  "I'm home."  She hung 
up the garment bag in the small front closet and looked 
around again.  She could hardly believe she was back at 
her apartment and safe once again after such a terrible 
day.

Alone and in familiar surroundings at long last, Athena 
automatically did the first thing she always did when she 
came home, she checked her appearance in the full-length 
mirror she had installed behind the front door.

"Eeeeeekkkk!" she screamed, then clamped her hands over 
her eyes.  She was a disaster!  Her hair was a complete 
rat's nest, and the only thing she was wearing was a long 
sweatshirt which stopped at her upper thighs and had an 
embroidered "Bountiful Plantation" in pink text across 
her high-set breasts.  No underwear, no shoes.  Her body 
felt like it had been beaten with a baseball bat.  It was 
bruised, battered and tired, so very tired that she could 
hardly stand.  Her hips twinged with pain when she 
walked.

"What happened?" she asked herself in the mirror.  "What 
in Hell happened?"

Her phone rang and she debated whether she should just 
let it go for once.  Habit won out, however, and she 
staggered over to the wall unit just inside the small 
kitchen located just off the front door to the apartment.

"Uh, hello?" she said while trying not to sound too 
exhausted.

"Athena!  It's your mother!  What's wrong?  You sound 
exhausted!"

"Oh God!  Uh, hello, Mom."

"You don't sound well."

"Long day.  Very tired."

"That nice Tara is out front with Stephanie and Tricia.  
They are here with the limo to take you to the prom."

Oh, damn, thought Athena.  She never had a chance to tell   
Sophie that she was supposed to take her to her parent's 
home, not here.  Tara was not to know that she had her 
own place.

Athena put her tired brain to work.  "Tell her that I'm 
running late, so I will just meet them there."

"Alright.  I'll tell them.  Are you okay?"

"Yes, mom.  I'm fine, really.  Just a little tired, 
that's all."

"Okay, dear. 'Bye."

"Right.  'Bye."

Athena staggered into the bathroom and started a very hot 
bath, filled with the best bath oils and scents she could 
find.  She stripped, lit ten scented candles, turned on 
her bathroom CD player, turned off the lights, and sank 
gratefully into the tub.

"Aaahhhh," she cooed as the hot water flowed over her 
terribly worn body.  She held her breath and slid under 
the water.  She stayed there for a full minute, letting 
the hot scented water cleanse her very being, until she 
surfaced gasping for air and feeling a least somewhat in 
control again.

"Thanks!" she said to the empty room.  "I needed that."

She lay quiet in the tub, watching the shadows from the 
candle light flicker on the ceiling, inhaling the 
wondrous scents which surrounded her, while letting the 
soft jazz quiet her fevered mind and body.

Athena was tired.  She was tired of the games, of the 
charade, of the person she felt she had to become for 
this assignment.  She was tired of Athena Valentine, 
Bitch Goddess of Elizabeth Borden High School, and 
desperately wanted the return of Athena Valentine, the 
quiet, good girl who only desired to be a successful 
investigative journalist.  

It shocked her how easily she had embraced the role of 
high school queen, how much she liked having her way at 
the expense of everyone, a life-style so self-centered it 
took her breath away just thinking about it.  It was a 
part of her she never knew existed, but, now that this 
secret side of herself was finally exposed, it did not 
automatically follow that it was a path she must follow.  
She once lived without being anything like that and she 
felt sure that she could do so again.  

She wanted to enter a room and feel people's trust and 
friendship, and not their fear, envy and lust.  Oh, yes.  
She had set herself up as the most beautiful and 
unobtainable of women, what every girl in her school 
wanted to be, and what every boy simply wanted but would 
never get.

And she had done it.  She was the Queen, the ruler of all 
she surveyed.  The goal of Prom Queen, a title the theft 
of which from those much more deserving then herself, was 
assured.  She was going to become the true Queen, and, 
almost as an afterthought, finish her story about life in 
one of today's high schools. 

Then it all went wrong.  Her old sickness, an inability 
to control her body's reactions to the slightest touch, 
no matter how innocent, returned with a vengeance this 
week.  Every time someone tried to help her from some 
silly situation, she lost all control, and lost her 
expensive clothes in the process.  It was all so 
humiliating.  She could not even give a simple speech in 
class without.without.

"Oh God!" she cried in anguish remembering what had 
happened. 

It was too painful to think about.  She ducked her head 
under the water again for another minute to clear her 
terrible thoughts.  

When she surfaced she was calm again.

By rights she should not go back to the school any more, 
her assignment as far as she was concerned was over.  She 
would take a month off to complete the story and recover 
from her ordeal.  That was only fair, considering what 
the story cost her.  At least this time she would be able 
to finish it.

But finish it how?  What of her own secret life, 
especially the part of it which happened this past week?  
And the discoveries she had made about herself?  What 
part could they play in a story for publication in the 
Free Press?  Of how tingly she felt when the budding 
Latina, Paige of the Three Amigos, had kissed her in the 
shower and how she wanted it to happen again?  Of how 
helplessly she fell into strange situation after 
situation, losing her clothes and becoming wildly out of 
control, her traitorous body still simmering, still 
hungry long after everything was over?  Even now she 
could feel the terrible need at work within her.

"Paige!" Athena painfully gasped.  "Poor Paige.  Why did 
I treat you so badly?"  Paige, the silly underclassman 
whom the bitch goddess Athena Valentine would not waste 
an unnecessary second or a kind word with, yet who, with 
her two constant companions Lisa and Natalie, was always 
there for her, helping her.

This was her last night.  She must make it up to the 
girl.  But how?

*****

Athena Valentine looked at her image in the bathroom 
mirror.  It had taken over two hours, but she was ready.  
She was washed, shaven, scented, brushed, painted, and 
combed.  Her hair, which should have been put up in an 
expensive perm, hung thick and straight with only a beret 
at the back to give it some style.  There was no time for 
anything more.  At least her tan and well-applied makeup 
covered any signs of her incredible fatigue.

Her tiny low-cut bra and high-cut panties looked 
incredibly sexy with the matching garter belt, stockings 
and pumps with stiletto heels.  She had to admit those 
people at Bountiful Plantation did know their business.  
Still, it will be a relief to be able to wear her regular 
and much simpler clothes again, instead of always having 
to pretend as though she was trying to seduce the world.  
That was her younger sister's look, not sensible 
Athena's, and she longed for its return.

She looked down at the light blue harness around her 
hips.  It was her first garter belt, and Athena was 
beginning to wish that she had not let those kind women 
at Bountiful Plantation talk her into wearing one 
tonight.  It made her feel far too sexy, as if an 
invisible person was caressing her terribly sensitive 
upper thighs.  The last thing she wanted to feel tonight 
was sexy.  Her nipples had finally returned to their 
normal state and she did not want to chance anything 
making them stiff again.  They were much too distracting 
that way, besides being a terrible indicator that she was 
not as cool and collected as she would like everyone to 
believe.

Athena looked at her reflection and sighed.  She would 
just have to think of nothing but maidenly thoughts 
tonight, because it was far too late to change anything 
now!

She slipped the dress on, and fastened the long zipper 
behind her and the criss-crossing spaghetti straps across 
her upper back and shoulders.  The floor-length, form-
fitting, powder-blue dress shimmered in the harsh 
bathroom lights.  Long gold earrings and a slim gold 
chain around her neck set off her tan and hair perfectly.  
They were her only jewelry.  She did not need anything 
else, not tonight.

The shimmering dress hugged her natural curves all the 
way.  Only her arms and upper back were bare.  That was 
all anyone was going to see tonight, her date included, 
the pig.

She looked in the mirror a final time.  Perfect.  As 
advertised, her undies did not show.  Very sexy, which 
was why she had bought the gown in the first place.  But 
the beautiful dress looked much too provocative for the 
way she was feeling tonight, the way it hugged her every 
line and curve, as if she were wearing nothing underneath 
at all.  At the store, they tried to talk her out of her 
under-things as well.  Going commando was the current 
Hollywood fashion they told her, and everyone was doing 
it for formal occasions.  Oddly, the thought made her 
tingle.  But she dared not.  She was far too weak.  
Things always started happening to her whenever she went 
without, terrible things that consumed her very being.  
She knew she could not trust herself anymore, not like 
that.  Not for a long time.

Tonight must be perfect.  Above all, nothing must cause 
her to lose control.  Being crowned Prom Queen would 
realize her dream of being a successful investigative 
reporter.  After all she had been through, she certainly 
could not back out now.

All that was left to do was to call a taxi, take her 
spare set of keys to her SUV still in the school parking 
lot, transfer all of her things from her school purse to 
her matching cute little prom purse, go to what was left 
of the damn prom and win.  Simple.

"What about their faces?" she wondered as she slipped on 
her high-heeled pumps.  "How will everyone react when 
they first see me there?"

As far as anyone knew, she was still Athena Valentine, 
Bitch Queen of Elizabeth Borden High School, rich, 
untouchable and perfect.  Why should anyone listen to 
vague, third-hand rumors about what might have happened 
in some silly class?  Her old life beckoned her and she 
wanted it back badly, but she wanted this too.  She would 
show them all who was really in charge.  She was the one 
and only Athena Valentine, and she was going to have a 
night which they would be talking about long after she 
was gone.  Oh, yes!

She strode importantly from the bathroom and went to her 
living room.  She noticed for the first time how very 
cluttered it was with expensive exercise equipment.  

"Everything gets returned once the assignment is over," 
her editor had told her at their last stormy meeting.  
"The exercise equipment, that damned SUV you just had to 
have, those clothes which royalty couldn't afford, all of 
it!  You damn-near broke the paper with this stuff and 
it's the only way I can get us out of the red again.  No 
pouting!  It goes back!!" 

"Good!" pronounced Athena Valentine to her living room.  
It was back to her shabby if inexpensive health club 
after this, but she did not care.  "Take it all!" she 
joyously shouted.  "I want my damn life back!"

She looked around the room once again.

"But not tonight!" she said, then laughed triumphantly at 
her victory to come.

At least tonight should be easy.  She'll go, win the 
title, and that will be that.  And if anyone says or does 
anything, she will just crush them.  She had had a very 
long day and was feeling cranky.

This was her night, and no one was going to ruin it for 
her.  Not Tara, not anyone.

Besides, what could possibly go wrong at a prom?

*****

The Three Amigos were on station behind the refreshment 
table.  They were all wearing a short plain white button-
down shirt worn outside of tight black stretch-pants, and 
black, low-heeled calf-length boots, their long blue-
black hair tucked into a severe top-knot.

Paige anxiously inspected the dark crowded gym from her 
vantage point behind a large punch bowl.  The glittering 
array of upper classmen dancing to the pulsating beat of 
the band on the stage held no interest for her at all.  
Damn!  Still no Athena!

"You don't think she isn't going to come, do you?" she 
yelled to Natalie standing on her right.  Yelling was the 
only way you could make yourself be heard while the band 
was playing.

"I shouldn't be at all surprised," Natalie replied loudly 
as she refilled another large punch bowl.  "You wouldn't 
believe what everyone is saying about her out there."

"Like what?"

"You don't want to know," Lisa chimed in from Paige's 
left.

"That bad?" asked Paige.

"That bad," answered Lisa.  "Sorry.  I know what she 
means to you."

"She doesn't mean a thing to me."

"Oh, sure.  That's why you went nuts when we caught her 
with that teacher."

"I was just surprised, that's all.  I thought she was 
better then that.  Obviously not."

"What about the Athena-Cam you watch on your PC every 
night from Tara's web site?  What about that?"

"I.I still don't believe it's really her doing. those 
things with those.those rich putas."

"Oh, oh.  Here comes the Spanish."

"What?" asked Paige.

"Paige, you only start speaking Spanish when you are 
really angry."

"I do not."

"Yes, you do."

"Lisa!  That's not true and you know it."

"Page, I'm telling you, you go into Spanish mode when you 
get really mad."

"I do not!"

"Natalie!  Tell her!"

"Tell me what?"

"It's true, Paige."

"But we don't even speak Spanish at home unless the 
relatives are visiting."

"Doesn't matter.  You."

"Never mind!  Both of you need to refill your chip bowls.  
They are getting empty."

"This job sure sounded a lot more glamorous when we 
signed up for it," Natalie said as she reached under the 
table for the latest refills.

"Yeah, I know the feeling," said Lisa.  "The only 
freshmen allowed at the prom.  Except no one said 
anything about possible hearing loss.  And, hey, who 
thought up these outfits?  I feel like I'm going to bust 
out of these pants any minute now!  It's embarrassing.  
I'm afraid to do anything!"

"They are pretty tight," agreed Natalie.  "You look good, 
though."

"Really?" asked Lisa.  She twisted around to look at her 
own shirt-covered bottom.

"Oh, yes.  Very nice."

"Thank you!"

"It was her," Paige said gloomily.  "It was Athena.  She 
did it when she joined the Prom Committee.  She decided 
on these outfits."

"Why am I not surprised at that?" said Natalie.

"OhmyGod!" gasped Paige breathlessly.  "It's her!"

"Where?  I don't see her."

"Over there by the main door, goof."

"Oh.  See her.  Wow, what a dress!"

"Yeah.  I need to.to talk to her.  Cover me."

"Got your back, Paige," said Natalie.  

"Give her our love," said a grinning Lisa.

*****

Athena Valentine stood with trembling legs at the 
entrance to the gym.  It was Prom Night, her night, but 
how she expected to survive this was something else 
again.  She must have been crazy to come here.

Still, she could not let this opportunity pass, not after 
what she had been through.  She earned this, and she was 
going to collect.

Alone, she was grateful she had not really been noticed 
yet.  Standing by the door, Athena enjoyed her last few 
moments of peace.  She was still not sure what everyone's 
reaction would be to her presence, but she knew that it 
did not matter any more.  This was to be her last night, 
and it was going to be hers.  She earned it.

Athena looked for her group but could not see them.  She 
did not want to, but she had to join them as planned if 
only for appearance sake.  At least it should be safe.  
Tara would not dare try anything with her in so public a 
place with everyone watching them.

"They must be around here somewhere," Athena muttered 
irritably.  The center floor was full of dancing students 
glittering in their expensive finery.  Very few people 
were sitting at the tables or standing along the walls.

Suddenly two arms appeared around Athena's waist and she 
was forcibly pulled backwards into the shadows.

"Hey!  Help!" she shouted as she fought to keep her 
balance on her tall heels, but no one heard her in the 
thundering noise.  The arms disappeared but Athena could 
not stop her backward motion until she slammed forcibly 
against the wall of the gym.

"OOF!" she cried as the air was pushed from her lungs by 
the blow and her head bounced against the wall.  "Oooww.  
What happened?"

Before she had a chance to recover, a small, thin girl 
with a light brown face, wearing a white shirt and black 
pants, appeared in front of her and kissed her hard on 
the lips.

Athena was so shocked she instinctively pulled her golden 
head back and it bounced off of the wall once again.  
"OW!"

Dazed, she could only stand while the girl attached 
herself to her lips once again, the small soft tongue 
forcing its way past Athena's white even teeth and into 
the hot pink wetness of her mouth.

"Mmmmmmm!?!  MMmmmmmm??  Mmmmm?  Mmmmmmmmm."  Athena's 
protests died away as the wonderful kiss consumed her.  
She closed her eyes and gave herself into it.  Her arms 
circled the waist of the budding young form before her. 
It was Paige she finally realized.  The only person here 
who really cared about her.  The young girl was just 
showing how happy she was to see her.  How sweet!  A good 
thing it was something so innocent, because people might 
begin to wonder at two girls kissing like this.  Her 
entire body was feeling strangely tingly, but Athena knew 
it was probably only her own reaction at seeing her 
darling Paige once again.

What the distracted Athena did not notice was how Paige 
had been lightly rubbing the tips of the reporter's high-
set breasts with her small knuckles.  The nipples, very 
sensitive after a full day of fun, responded instantly to 
Paige's cunning fingers and eagerly leapt to full 
erectness.  Paige noted with glee how fast Athena's nips 
revealed themselves under the sheer material of the 
expensive dress and bra.  It was just as she thought.  
The 14-year old was very familiar now with the proud body 
of Athena Valentine.  Ever since she touched it this 
morning for the first glorious time, she did nothing 
except study its secrets, how it responded whenever and 
wherever she touched it.  She knew it now.  Athena 
Valentine was hers.  Upon finding her goal, Paige began 
to work on Athena's nipples, pinching and pulling them 
between her fingers, yet always being careful not to mark 
that beautiful dress.  But that was not all.  A sly thigh 
worked its way between Athena's trembling legs and 
pressed firmly against the reporter's covered crotch.

Athena's head was spinning.  She was feeling very 
strange.  Perhaps it was from bumping her head, or maybe 
it was how sweet Paige was so happy to see her, but 
whatever it was her body was tingling like crazy now, 
especially her chest!  It was so weird!  Her poor nipples 
felt like they were ready to explode, and every strange 
twinge from them went directly to her already heating 
pussy.  

"Oh no!," she thought feeling sick to her stomach.  "Not 
now.  Please, God, not now!"  It was her illness again 
returning to haunt her.  Her stupid, deadly illness, 
which meant that if anyone touched her, even in the most 
innocent way as with her sweet Paige now, her traitorous 
body would turn every pure touch into something sexual 
and wicked, and yet so delicious she wanted to scream in 
ecstasy.  It was her own fault, she knew.  Deveroux's 
doctor had told her all about it, but the pills were gone 
and Athena could think of no other way of fighting these 
terrible, exquisite sensations racing through her.  It 
was obvious that sweet Paige was just happy to see her.  
Athena knew that it was her own sick mind and body that 
was causing the rising pressure of a dangerous climax to 
already start building. 

"MMM!" Athena gasped after a particularly strong twisting 
sensation radiating from her troubled nipples went 
shooting through her clouded mind like an electric shock.  
It was as if someone were playing with them, but 
thankfully she knew that could not possibly be true.  Not 
here, and certainly not with her sweet Paige.  It was her 
own sickness that made her feel that way.  Her knees 
weakened and if not for Paige pressing her firmly against 
the wall she would have fallen.  Athena's vagina pulsed 
slightly and she was suddenly aware at how shockingly 
close to an orgasm she was! 

Paige went to work on Athena's proud nipples with a 
vengeance.  Even through dress and bra, they felt 
wonderfully full and stiff.  

"Mmmmm?  Mmmmm!  MMMMM!"  Athena tried to warn Paige that 
she could not take anymore, but the sweet freshman still 
had not broken her devastating kiss of welcome and it was 
impossible to make herself understood.  Suddenly it was 
too late for anything.  She came!

Paige gleefully felt the beautiful body stiffen.  "Got 
you!" her mind yelled.  "Got you!"

The cunning freshman broke the kiss and took a step back.  
She wanted to see this!

"UHHHH!" helplessly grunted Athena as her vaginal muscles 
contracted.  She bent over, clutching her abdomen with 
both hands to try and stop her wildly spasming cunt.  But 
it was no use.  She could feel her nice new panties being 
ruined as her own lubricants flooded into them.

Her body calming, a trembling Athena stood up more or 
less straight once again.  Paige placed her hands on 
Athena's bare shoulders.  She looked happily at the 
flushed dazed face in front of her, disheveled yet 
radiant, still in the thrall of the climax.  "Is anything 
wrong?" she asked.

"Oh, no!" Athena mumbled miserably, her head down, 
unaware of Paige's presence.  "It feels so good.  God, 
why does it have to feel so good?"

"Athena, is there anything wrong?"

"Oh, Paige!  It's you.  I'm sorry.  I'm a mess!  
I've.I've had an.an."

"An accident?" added Paige helpfully.

"Y-yes.  That's right, an accident.  I don't feel very 
well.  I don't feel very well at all."  

"Oh, my.  Let's get you cleaned up."

Holding her by the waist, Paige guided the limp Athena 
from the wall and through the gym's entrance.  If she saw 
anyone looking at her, Paige either ignored them or said 
softly, "Cramps," and always received a wince of sympathy 
in return from those who understood.

She cut through the long line leading to the girls' 
locker room, and commandeered the first lavatory stall 
she found that had an unlocked door.  A half-naked girl, 
sitting on the john fixing her dress, looked up in horror 
at Paige and Athena.

"Okay, out!" commanded Paige.  She snatched the shocked 
girl's dress from her hands and tossed it towards the row 
of sinks on the other side of the crowded room.

"EEEEEEKKKKKKK!!!" the girl shrieked.  She jumped up and 
dashed after her dress, trying to cover her wildly 
bouncing bare breasts with her arms as she ran through 
the laughing crowd.

"Ah, alone at last," said a beaming Paige as she led the 
still befuddled Athena into the stall.

"Now bend over, and we'll get you all cleaned up.  That's 
right, just hold that silver thingy, and relax.  It will 
be over before you know it."

Paige carefully pulled up the long dress from the bottom, 
slowly revealing the fabulous nylon-covered legs, 
stopping only to admire how the garters framed Athena's 
delightful thighs, lifting the skirt until the light blue 
transparent panties covering the taut buttocks were fully 
exposed to view.  The slightly thicker material running 
between the thighs was badly soaked.  Paige draped the 
long skirt over Athena's waist, then moved away to admire 
her handy-work.

"Gulp."  Paige's heart skipped a beat at the glorious 
sight!

She heard a sound behind her and half-turned her head.  
Through the corner of her eye she could tell that the 
stall door was slightly ajar and a few girls were crowded 
around the gap trying to look in.  Paige 'accidentally' 
bumped against the door and it opened completely to the 
astonishment of the crowd on the other side.

"Now spread your legs nice and wide so we can wipe off 
that nasty girl-cum," she said for the benefit of her 
audience.  "That's a good girl." 

Athena hung her head in shame.  In spite of everything 
Paige still liked her, even after making a complete fool 
of herself in the gym.  She did not deserve such a 
devoted friend!

Paige stood aside so that everyone could get a good view 
of Athena's soiled panties, and from the gasps and 
giggles coming from outside the stall, they were doing 
just that.

"Yuck!  What a mess you are!" scolded Paige to the 
giggles of the watching girls.  "Now I have to clean you 
just like a little baby."

An ashamed Athena could only nod her head in agreement.  
Just make it quick, she thought in torment.  It was 
incredibly humiliating to be half-dressed like this and 
have someone clean her privates for her.  She wanted to 
die!  But yet, why was she tingling as if excited her?

Paige pulled a short length of toilet paper, folded it 
into a pad, then began to slowly wipe at Athena's pantied 
crotch.  Making sure that those behind her could see, she 
went over the swollen labia again and again until she was 
sure the shaking senior was very close to cumming.

"Ohhh, I can't.much longer.hold." softly moaned Athena as 
she fought against the unwanted climax trying to consume 
her.

"Oh, this won't do at all," Paige complained and pulled 
the taut panties down past a frozen Athena's hips to her 
knees.

"Paige!  Please!" Athena whispered in horror as she felt 
her panties being lowered.

"Now spread you legs so I can get at you.  Farther."

Without thinking, Athena strained her legs to comply, but 
they were caught in her lowered panties.  All her fevered 
mind could think in the depths of her humiliation and 
growing excitement was that was that all that mattered 
now was that she must do what she could to make things 
easier for Paige.  

"Now arch your back so I can clean that dirty little 
pussy of yours.  That's my good girl."

Athena's panties were stretched almost to the breaking 
point between her legs, her shaved cunt completely 
visible to the growing crowd outside of the stall.

Paige began to carefully rub Athena's exposed and 
defenseless sex with her soft pad.  The paper quickly 
became soaked but Paige did not care as she had no 
intention of cleaning anything.  As her right hand slowly 
wiped again and again the swollen labia, her left hand 
lovingly traced the crack of Athena's ass, the fingers 
dancing close around the sensitive brown rosebud nestled 
between the extended cheeks.

The 14-year old felt Athena shudder and the pad of paper 
in her right hand suddenly became soaked with hot fluid 
splashing from the senior's exploding cunt!  Athena 
helplessly ground her hips onto Paige's hand, trying to 
prolong the sensation.

"Oh, my.  Did we have another accident?" Paige asked 
sweetly.  Athena could only nod in misery when the climax 
had passed and she became still.  She had done it again, 
she had humiliated herself in front of sweet innocent 
Paige!

The freshman tossed the pad, completely soaked with the 
evidence of Athena's latest climax, in front of the 
hushed crowd.  It landed with a loud splat and glistened 
in the harsh light.

"Now we are going to have to do it all over again," Paige 
said in her best mother's voice, "and all because you 
can't control yourself".  She smacked Athena's right 
buttock, leaving a wet handprint.

The dazed Athena felt devastated.  Her sweet Paige was 
right.  All the girl was trying to do was help, and all 
she did was continue to make a mess of herself.  If only 
she could learn control!

Paige began rubbing Athena's cunt again, only this time 
just using her hand.  She ran it openly back and forth, 
always making sure the watching girls behind her had a 
clear view.  She saw a hand place an open compact with a 
large mirror on the closed toilet seat.  Now the girls 
really had a good view!

"Uuuuhhh," groaned Athena as Paige pretended to wipe off 
the sopping crotch but was actually having great fun 
teasing Athena Valentine's vulnerable sex.  Paige was in 
complete control of the bent-over helpless reporter.  
Whenever she felt Athena nearing another climax, she 
would back off and let her recover a moment, then begin 
again.  The sweating Athena was soon a trembling wreck!  

Paige decided that it was time for a little fun.  She 
carefully spread Athena's leaking fluids all around the 
shaved cunt, paying particular attention to the swollen 
labia.  When Athena's natural leaking proved insufficient 
for her needs, Paige lightly tickled Athena's engorged 
clit and was soon rewarded with another shudder and 
handfuls vaginal lubricant.  She spread the hot girl-cum 
thickly between the senior's legs, then worked her way up 
between the spread buttocks.  

Athena Valentine, college graduate and investigative 
would-be reporter, had been turned by a 14-year old girl 
from an intelligent young woman into a vending machine 
for her own sweet nectar.  She no longer thought, she 
only existed, shuddering and moaning her way from one 
climax to another under Paige's eager hands.  To produce 
girl-cum on demand for the young freshman was her sole 
reason for being.  Weak from the effort, she leaned 
limply over the closed toilet.  Only by straddling the 
commode could the thing which had once been Athena 
Valentine remain standing.

Paige began to wonder if there could be a market for this 
wonderful hot substance filling her hands, maybe for 
girls who have trouble getting wet (call it 'LubriCUNT'), 
or for those who just want to feel something very special 
against their own sensitive skin (call it "Be My 
Valentine").  She could lead Athena about the school, 
keeping her always ready, providing samples or product as 
required.  She would not have to worry about college 
scholarships after that.  How cool was that?

Paige expertly teased Athena's sex once more, just to 
make sure she had enough.  There was a soft shudder and 
"UH!" from a devastated Athena, and Paige's small hands 
quickly filled with more of Athena's sweet honey.  Soon 
the entire area of the senior's crotch was sopping wet, 
with Athena's own girl-cum forming a thick hot layer over 
its entire length and width.  Paige then raised the 
lowered panties back over Athena's exposed hips, pulling 
up the front and back sections as far as they would go, 
causing the distraught Athena to moan yet again.  She did 
not make them into a thong (that would come later), but 
she noted happily that Athena was now showing much more 
of her golden cheeks then she was when she arrived.  She 
waited until she saw how quickly the full crotch-band 
began seeping with the delightful substance.

"Mmmm.  Yummy," giggled Paige as her fingers felt the 
tight stuffed panties squish over Athena's crotch.  "That 
should give you something to think about."

"Oohhhhh" moaned Athena helplessly at the incredible 
sensations coming from her crotch as she slowly became 
aware of her surroundings once again.  What was Paige 
doing to her?  Didn't the girl realize how terribly 
sensitive she was there of all places?

"Am.I.clean.yet.?" a trembling Athena choked out.  She 
wondered what could be taking Paige so long in cleaning 
her off.  She could not understand it.  The panting 
reporter felt as if she had just finished a 5-mile run.  
She was sweating and exhausted.  Still, Athena found the 
exposed position she was in to be oddly exciting, and she 
was afraid to do anything which might trigger yet another 
mind-destroying climax in front of the innocent Paige.  
The girl was just trying to clean of some of her own 
disgusting juices before they soiled her beautiful gown, 
and yet she somehow lost control of herself countless 
times already.  Her sickness was truly out of control 
tonight.

She felt Paige pat her on the left buttock and say 
happily, "All done.  You can get up now."

Athena had been bent over for so long that when she stood 
the small stall began to spin.  "Oh!  I'm so dizzy," she 
complained while beginning to sway.

"Here," Paige said, guiding her.  "Put your hands flat on 
the wall for a moment.  I need to fix your dress anyway."

"Thank you," Athena said gratefully as she leaned against 
one of the stall walls.

Paige regretfully dropped the long skirt into position, 
then with much more enthusiasm undid the crossed shoulder 
straps and the dress' fasteners.  She pulled the top of 
the opened dress down far enough to completely expose 
Athena's bra.

"The panties can stay," Paige said, "but the bra has to 
go!"

"OH!" gasped Athena as she felt the dress' bra spring 
open and be quickly pulled from her body.

She frantically covered her bare chest with her arms.  
"Paige!  Please!  I need that!"

"No you don't.  Let's get you tucked back in and I'll 
show you."

"But, Paige.!" complained Athena, but the freshman 
ignored her.  

"Put your arms down, silly," said Paige in her best eager 
little-girl voice.  "I can't do this with you in the 
way."

Athena dropped her arms and stood helplessly as her young 
friend dressed her.

Paige raised the top of the dress and took her time 
fitting each firm breast into the tight bodice.  It 
required a great deal of kneading of the glorious breast-
flesh.  She would repeatedly slide her fingers over those 
arrogant tits, making sure to catch them on Athena's 
nipples so that they were especially stiff when she was 
done.

"Oh!  Paige!  What are you doing?" a bewildered Athena 
gasped.  Paige seemed to be taking forever getting her 
dress back on.

When she felt Athena begin to shudder again, Paige 
stopped her teasing of those fabulous tits and quickly 
refastened the dress and all of the straps.

Athena looked down and saw with horror that her proud 
breasts were totally revealed under the thin sheer 
material of her beautiful dress, her untamed nipples 
looking incredibly extended.

"Oh, Paige," gasped the breathless Athena.  "I know you 
are just trying to help, but I'm going to need band-aids 
or something to cover my.my nips.  I don't have a bra, 
and they're so.so out there!"

"I prefer them like that," murmured Paige to herself.

"What did you say?!"

"Nothing.  Back to the prom.  You're fine.  Trust me."

"I.I do trust you, Paige.  I really do.  I know that you 
are my only friend in this entire school, and I would do 
anything for you.  I like you.  But I feel so exposed 
without a bra, and.and squishy.  I feel really 
squishy.down there, even after all the.the cleaning you 
did for me."

"You'll be fine," said Paige.  "Don't worry about it."

"All right, Paige," said an exhausted Athena.  She was 
too tired and confused to argue anymore.  She just wanted 
to get her prize and go home before anything else 
happened.  "Anything you say."

Paige looked at the overcome Athena.  Her damp face, 
still showing the glowing signs of her recent climaxes, 
her thick golden hair in slight disarray with beads of 
sweat running through it, her wonderful breasts now 
obviously without confinement, all in all Miss Athena 
Valentine the Perfect had become the classic picture of 
the beautiful girl who had very recently been with a 
special someone, who had in fact been having sex with a 
special someone.  And Paige, along with every girl in the 
lavatory, knew that she was that special someone.  

"Senior in my pocket," she thought with satisfaction.  
"Wait until I tell the gang about this!"

*****

Athena once again stood inside the gym's entrance.  
However, there was a difference this time.  She did not 
have a bra and her impudent nipples were sticking out a 
mile, her panties were soaked with her vaginal fluids to 
the point that she could feel trickles running down the 
insides of her thighs, and Paige seemed to have taken 
possession of her ass because her hand was all over it!  
That and the fact that, just from walking from the 
lavatory to the gym, she wanted to cum so badly she could 
practically taste it.  Paige was only supposed to help 
clean her up a little, but instead she felt more excited 
now then she had all day.  How could that of happened?  
Even worse, how could she even think of lasting out the 
remainder of the evening?

It was impossible for her to stay, especially like this. 
She must find Tara and give her apologies to the group.  

Paige gave her a good-bye kiss (in front of everyone!) 
and returned with a proud swagger to the food tables.

Athena walked slowly around the edge of the gym, staying 
as much as she could in the shadows.  She just could not 
understand why she felt so wet and gooey.  It was as if 
she had been greased!  Walking had become a terrible 
turn-on with her slick thighs and buttocks, not to 
mention her braless breasts quivering slightly in her 
bodice.  The one thing she did not want to happen this 
evening was happening with a vengeance.  But now she was 
feeling so excited she could hardly stand it.  Distracted 
by the turmoil within her, Athena absently held her lower 
lip between her teeth as she walked with unseeing eyes 
through the crowd, unaware of how her stiff nipples were 
clearly visible under the slick expensive material.

Others noticed her now and many tried to talk with her, 
but Athena was aware of nothing except the burning need 
to cum in her loins.  When she was dimly aware of others 
around her, she could only try to give them one of her 
old imperial nods that she reserved for the lesser 
mortals.  Speaking was impossible.  She knew that if she 
opened her mouth for anything she would certainly scream.  
"Oh, Paige!" she thought.  "What have you done to me?"

*****

"Where is that bitch?" grumbled Tara.

"Don't worry," said Stephanie.  "She wouldn't miss 
tonight for the world."

"But she wouldn't even ride with us!"  Trisha complained.  
"And that lame excuse she had her mother give us!  The 
bitch!"

"Do you have the disk?" asked Tara.

"Oh, yes," Trisha answered.  "Selected screen captures 
from Athena-Cam, plus the stuff you gave me from your 
Mother.  I barely had time to put it all together.  My 
God!  Where did she get that?  It was hot!"

"A store's surveillance camera.  The salesgirl was nice 
enough to give Mom a copy."

"Or.?" Trisha asked.

"Or Mom would have plastered the girl's picture all over 
the net."

"Your Mom does have a way with people."

"Watch it," warned Tara.

"Okay, okay," said Trisha, holding up her open hands in 
surrender.

"Athena's certainly been having a busy day," observed 
Stephanie.

"With that slut, it's just been business as usual for 
her," spat Tara in disgust.

"Meow!" said Trisha.

"It's true."

"Take a look behind you," observed Stephanie.  "It's 
her."

"Will you look at that!" gasped Trisha.

"Quick, girl!" said Tara.  "Take your disk over to the 
girl running the projector behind the screen.  Tell her 
it's for Athena's presentation.  She'll know what to do."

"Yummy!" cooed Trisha as she left on her errand.

"Speaking of yummy." said Tara.

"Yes, she is all of that," said Stephanie.  "What's with 
her tonight, anyway?  She looks all funny."

"Athena?  A bitch in heat is a wonderful thing, Steph'.  
You should know that."

"Yes," Stephanie said shyly looking down at the table.  
"But now?  Here?"

"Why not now?  Go bring the darling over here.  She looks 
so confused and vulnerable.  How perfect!  Time for more 
fun with the Princess."

"Yummy!" cooed Stephanie.

"Yes," agreed Tara, hungrily licking her lips.  "Yummy."

*****

End of Part 13
