Following Jaina...

Jaina's mind was babbling as she walked away from Mr. Clarkson.

"I did it. I did it. I DID IT." Ran through her mind on a loop.

Turning the corner, she stopped. She could see her class down near the gymnasium. Closing her eyes, her mind turned inward. To the wall of little tadpoles scouring her womb looking for her egg.

An egg that should be there.

Jaina gasped as her pussy throbbed. Even now jizz was leaking out of her and soaking her panties.

"Your panties were already soaked, you naughty slut."

Jaina shivered as she fought the need to dive under her skirt and feel what she'd seen only on pages of paper. A formerly virgin pussy, leaking seed. Bred.

"Are you alright?" asked a female voice startling her.

Jaina opened her eyes and gasped. Mrs. Gibbs, who taught Spanish, had walked up while she was woolgathering. Jainas' cheeks immediately blushed. "Oh god, I hope she doesn't know," her mind babbled privately.

Seeing the teacher's concern, she started nodding her head. "It's all right, Mrs. Gibbs. I-I-I'm cramping a little."

Mrs. Gibbs nodded sagely, instantly picking up what Jaina was putting down. "It'll be alright, young lady; it always is." She replied reassuringly.

"Thanks, Mrs. Gibbs, I need to get to my class."

Jaina forced herself forward even as her conscience chided her. "You lied. You lied to a teacher."

Of course she lied; it's not as if she could say what was really going on. I'm sorry, Mrs. Gibbs, I'm standing here after letting my history teacher spread my legs and knock me up. How's your day? Yeah, that would go over well.

Hurrying along, Jaina felt hypersensitive to the casual looks around. "Do they see... do they know?" Bounced around her head.

Approaching her class, Mr. Lasko, the band teacher, caught sight of her. "Jaina, where have you been? You weren't in class at the bell." He asked with quiet authority.

Ducking her head, she replied, going with the same lie she told Mrs. Gibbs. "I'm s-s-sorry, Mr. Lasko, I was cramping a lot and went to the restroom."

Taking her anquoisnesd for embarrassment. "Very well, try not to make it a habit. When we get back to class, I'll mark late and not absent."

Nodding her thanks, Jaina moved into her milling class. Thankful to move away from Mr. Lasko, she was looking around when she heard.

"See, I told you Jaina wouldn't cut class."

Looking around, Jaina saw her two best friends, Eowyn Murphy and Hermione Bonnick, slip through the crowd. The three had met and bonded during freshman year over the embarrassment of having been named after their parents' favorite fictional characters.

Jaina had never been able to lie to these two. When she abruptly blushed and looked away. Hermoime gasped, saying. "Get the F out; she was cutting class."

The two teens smiled at each other in silent agreement, and then each grabbed a wrist. The two teens then dragged Jaina to the edge of the crowd.

Reaching the edge of the crowd, they stopped, and Eowyn demanded. "Okay, give."

Squirming under her friends' scrutiny, she tried to play it off, saying,. "What's the big deal? So what? I was cutting class."

Hermione, seeing through the feigned nonchalance, says. "Girl, you never cut class. You're like the rock of ages. So why now?"

Jaina thought of how Mr. Clarkson's cock had felt thrusting in and out of her pussy. Eowyn saw her friend's cheek burn and made a leap of logic. "It was a boy; she cut class for a boy."

"Ooooohhhhhh." Hermione cooed in delight. Then her smile widened, and she bared in like a shark after blood in the water. "Was it Derek? I bet it was Derek."

Just as fast, Eowyn came swinging with. "Nahhhhh, I bet it was Freddie; you've seen how he moons over her."

Jaina closed her eyes. Freddie mooned over her because he played retail. Both teens began the pelt her with name after name in an unceasing tide of speculation. Jaina knew they wouldn't stop; they'd work her over like the Terminator until she gave in.

Finally Jaina threw up her hands, exclaiming. "It was none of them."

Her friends both shut up for a second before a twin smile grew on their faces. "Then who?" they asked at the same time.

Jaina looked around before dropping down into a whisper. "Do you guys, pinkie, promise to not talk about this with anyone not involved?"

When both girls heard 'with anyone,' both lit up. This was going to be epic. Simultaneously, both girls' hands flew up, pinkie extended. "Yes."

If anyone had been leaning close paying attention. All they would have heard was Hermione startled, "You were with WHOOOOO..." Followed quickly by Eowyn purring, "How big was he? Did he cum in you?"