Cherry Picking

Liz waited her turn outside the girls' bathroom on the third floor where almost no one ever went; Most of the classrooms at that end were used for storage. She felt giddy with nervous energy and - she had to admit - kind of squirmy as she thought of what she was about to do. There were a dozen other girls waiting behind her - they joked and laughed too loudly, broadcasting their nervousness. Liz was closest to the door so she'd heard Stacey's little yelp a few minutes before.

She too felt nervous butterflies in her tummy.

Word had got around the school fast that morning via texts and whispers whenever girls gathered: Jeremy - the hottest boy in school - was 'Cherry Picking'. He was trying to set a record for breaking the most girls' cherries in one day and he was doing it with his fingers.

Stacey came out of the bathroom, her hair a little disheveled and a look of discomfort on her face. She walked to Liz, handing her a maxipad still in its wrapper.

“You'll need this.” Stacey said.

“How was it?” Liz whispered, studying Stacey's face - she saw that Stacey's eyes were shiny which usually meant tears. Stacey shrugged.

“It stings. But it was okay.” Stacey walked away to ward the stairwell.

“Hurry up!” a girl in the line shouted, so Liz slipped the maxipad into the back pocket of her jeans and entered the bathroom.

Jeremy was standing by the bank of sinks, a small camera set up on a maxipad dispenser - it was open and the pink packages were stacked inside. Jeremy smiled at Liz and ushered her to stand in front of the camera. Liz saw a script taped to the wall under the camera.

“Go on.” Jeremy urged her, ”We have to make it fast, there's lots of girls waiting.”

Liz faced the camera and swallowed, her mouth dry as she read the script aloud;

“Hi, my name is Liz and I'm here to have my cherry picked. I'm a virgin and I am doing this willingly and haven't been forced or threatened to cooperate.”

“Okay, come here, Liz.” Jeremy held out his arms and gathered Liz in his arms as she moved to face him. He was a tall, well built boy and was wearing his toque, jacket and hoody, jeans and boots. He hugged Liz's slight body to his and turned her so her bum was against the counter top.

“Are you ready for this. Liz?” Jeremy asked.

“Yeah.” Liz whispered, reaching out and laying her hands on Jeremy's jacket. She looked down as Jeremy's hands slipped to her waist and unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned her jeans. He pulled the zipper partway down.

Jeremy slid the toe of his right boot and nudged the toes of her sneakers.

“Step your feet apart a bit.” he said, and Liz did, adjusting her stance as she felt his fingertips slide over the soft skin of her lower belly and slip under the waistband of her underpants. She felt his hand curl between her thighs and cup her puffy mound. He massaged for a few seconds, then probed her vulva with his middle finger, finding her labia and sliding up and down, parting it.

Liz felt her cheeks flush as she became aware of her slipperiness and his finger sliding through it. She couldn't look him in the eye, so she kept looking down at his hand inside her jeans. Jeremy curled his finger and slipped the tip inside her, quickly encountering her hymen.

Liz's breath caught in her throat.

Jeremy added a second fingertip inside her and leaned forward, pressing her backward, forcing her to arch her back, her small bottom pressed hard against the counter top. Jeremy's weight on her torso made this feel like she was being forced and that both frightened her and excited her. She felt him curling his hand more and pulling upward firmly with both fingers. Liz felt the pressure there and some pain. She grimaced and clutched the front of his jacket as her hymen resisted. Jeremy tugged upward and Liz grunted. It hadn't torn.

Jeremy reset his hand and pulled upward hard. Liz whimpered as she felt her pelvis pulled upward and she found herself up on her tip-toes as Jeremy pulled his fingers up inside her. Liz cried out as she felt her hymen rip and Jeremy's fingers slipped deeper. Liz thin thighs squeezed tight on his wrist.

From outside she heard the other girls reacting to the sound she'd made.

Jeremy fingered her for a few seconds probably thinking it would turn her on, but it just kept hurting. Then he released her. When he pulled his hand from inside her underpants she saw that his two fingers were streaked with blood.

He lifted them to her lips and she could smell the musky odour of her sex and the coppery scent of blood.

“Clean them?” Jeremy smiled at her.

Liz opened her mouth and sucked his fingers clean, tasting her sex and her blood, looking into his eyes at last.

"Thanks, Liz." Jeremy said as he moved away from her to check his camera. Liz stepped forward and pulled the maxipad from her back pocket, opened and unfolded it, sliding it down inside her underpants wrapping it around the curve of her crotch. She then zipped her jeans, buttoned them and did up her belt.

Liz reached past Jeremy without looking at him and grabbed a maxipad from the open dispenser as she walked out of the bathroom. In the hallway outside she saw that the next girl in line was a giggling plump redhead. Liz handed her the fresh maxipad.

“Here, you'll need this.” she said as she walked toward the stairwell.