Nat gets to the buses.

Nat makes her way through the halls of the Bridge building, joining the stream of young adults pouring toward the front drive. {if Slut_Clothes = true}A few boys reach out to pinch her ass where it hangs below her black skirt in passing, making her squirm{if Sluttery > 40} with pleasure{endif}.{endif} Emerging into the September afternoon sunlight, she takes a deep breath of fresh air. A series of large yellow buses are lined up in front of her, and students mill about, catching up with friends and ambling onto the buses that will take them home.

"Nat! Hey!!" She turns to see Anna waving her down, and wanders over to her friend. "There you are. How was your afternoon?"

"Uh...fine," Nat says, feeling slightly overwhelmed as she thinks back over it.

"Glad you made it through gym class. That shower situation is fucking ridiculous, isn't it? I was in and out of there so fast. Some guy tried to get me to suck his cock, I told him I'd bite it off if he tried. {if Anna's Distraction > 30}Did anyone try to stick their dick in you?{else}These boys are ridiculous. Glad I've got at least one other person around who isn't just bending over for them.{endif}"

Before Nat can reply, a familiar voice says, "Hey girls!" Beth ambles up to them. Once again, the curvy girl is wearing a generous coating of cum - this time splattered across her cleavage and belly, staining her grey sports bra - and she's got a coat of garish red lipstick on that she wasn't wearing before. Someone's used that lipstick to write a "WH" on one cheek and an "RE" on the other, and Nat {if Sluttery > 60}feels herself growing warm{elseif Sluttery > 40}grins{else}shivers{endif} as she realizes what that's for. Anna looks Beth up and down and shakes her head.

"Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever going to just run into you not covered in cum," she says, sounding disgusted.

"Probably not, the boys love me," Beth says cheerfully. "But there's plenty there if you want some, Anna! You can lick it off me any time, you know."

"Don't be gross."

"Come on! Just a little lick." Beth shimmies her breasts toward Anna's face, making the blonde girl recoil.

"Ugh! Keep that stuff away from me."

As Beth laughs, Nat hears familiar voices talking nearby. Not talking, actually - arguing. She frowns and looks around.

Denise and Claire stand stock still facing one another, like a small island in the swirling sea of people heading out of the building. Claire is wide-eyed with concern; Denise's face is set, jaw clenched, eyes wild, grim. Claire grabs her hand, imploring. "Denise, I just don't want you to do something you'll regret! There's not - this isn't a good solution!"

"It's the only solution!"

"You don't have to do this! It's not who you are!"

"Not who I am?!" Denise's laugh is high-pitched and edged with something wild and ferocious. "Claire, I was just trying to take a shower and two boys pulled me into the corner and made me blow them."

"I know, some guy ended up fucking my tits too, he came all over me, but everyone says the first day is the worst - "

"They weren't the first or the last!" Denise practically shrieks. "I ended up getting used by like half a dozen guys in that shower, they fucked every hole I have, they came - so much - " She shudders, and Nat can't tell if it's with horror or delight. "Fuck, I'm still tingling just thinking about their cum..."

"Well that feeling will pass, it will - "

"But the strain won't!" One of Denise's hand has gripped her green choker, knuckles white. "I turned 18 nearly a year ago now. Do you know how exhausted I am? That very first day some guy in a van saw my choker and told me to hop in with him, and I don't know why, but I did. He kept me as his van slut for nearly a week! Patrick used to take me into the woods on 'dates' and then charge whole sports teams $10 each to plow my ass."

"Well, Patrick was an asshole!"

"But even after I broke up with him it didn't stop!" Denise is panting slightly now. "All this summer, I've been fucked - at picnics, at parties, even just at the park! Sucking, slurping, riding, submitting. I spent more time on my knees than on my feet. Someone tells me to bend over, and I just do! I want to. And I'm sick of trying to keep up the facade."

"No way," Anna mutters. She and Beth have stopped in their argument, and both are watching Denise and Claire now. Claire is gripping Denise's free hand, looking tearful.

"It's not who you are, Denise! You're not a slut!" she cries.

"I am! You are too! All of us are! And I'm so sick of pretending otherwise!" In one sudden, violent motion, Denise rips her green choker from her neck, actually snapping the band with the suddenness of it. She tosses it to the ground and pulls her hand free from Claire's grasp to dive into her pocket. She reaches up, and Nat gasps as she sees the thin, black leather band in the other girl's hand. Denise fastens the new choker around her neck, breathing hard, and though this is impossible in the crowded, noisy front yard, Nat could swear she hears a final-sounding *click* from the clasp.

Denise stands there for a second, breathing hard, eyes closed. Claire stands frozen, eyes on her face. "How...how do you feel?" she asks tremulously.

"I feel...good," Denise says. She opens her eyes, breathing starting to slow. "Yeah. Good. Relieved. Like this is the right choi - AH!"

Some boy walking past has done a double-take, smiled, and seized Denise's long hair, pulling her roughly over to bend at the waist. Pulling his sweatpants down, he shoves his half-hard dick roughly into Denise's gasping mouth, making no attempt to be gentle in the process. Denise gags, hard, then emits a series of **** noises as he begins to fuck her mouth. "What's this slut doing with clothes on?" the boy asks Claire casually. "She didn't just blackband or something, did she?"

Claire lets out a sob and darts away, practically running into Nat, who manages to catch her. The boy glances around, frowning, and sees Denise's discarded green choker lying on the ground. His eyes widen with delight. "Oh shit. You really did just blackband, didn't you, slut?"

Denise, tears starting to roll down her cheeks, nods meekly as he continues to fuck her mouth. The boy grins. "Well, let's help you make the transition." He cups a hand to his mouth and hollers: "FRESH! MEAT!"

There's an audible murmur that ripples out through the crowd, a shift as many heads turn his way. The boy grins as he reaches down and, seizing the straps of her dress, tears it open to let her breasts swing free. Another boy approaches them and flips her dress up over her waist, revealing that Denise isn't wearing any panties.{if Sluttery > 40}Good girl, Nat thinks.{else}Guess she really is a slut... Nat catches herself thinking.{endif} As the second boy unceremoniously starts to work his way into Denise's asshole, more and more boys begin to surround them, an incipient feeding frenzy barely ten feet away from Nat, Anna, Beth, and Claire.

"We gotta go," Ann mutters. {if Sluttery > 75}Nat says nothing, entranced by the sight of the boys roughly spitroasting Denise.{elseif Sluttery > 60}Nat knows she's right, but she does sort of want to stay to see this.{else}Nat nods in fervent agreement, though a part of her does want to see what happens...{endif}