Panic

Meryl was in a state of shock. The scream had gone on for so long, but then had petered out, until it was little more than a dry rasp emanating from her throat. Her eyes were wide and fully dilated, but despite the terrible, deliriously humiliating situation she now found herself in, she couldn't marshal her thoughts together enough to move. She could feel his nose down there, his lips touching...touching hers, twitching slightly every few seconds. She felt as if an entire sanctuary's worth of butterflies had found their way into her stomach, her heart was fluttering, and she was growing redder and redder with each passing moment. She was locking eyes with Cheryl, trying to form words but managing only a curious, erratic and almost involuntary movement of her lips. Meryl swallowed, hard, and felt it catch in her throat. His face was so hot, she could—she could feel it...but what was worse was that she felt a kind of warmth coming from herself...an intense heat radiating out of her crotch. But it wasn't...it couldn't be...she wasn't that kind of girl. She wasn't the kind of girl who sat on the face of some random guy in the middle of a random hallway without any underwear on, not the kind of girl who...warmed up, in response to feeling said random guy's face buried in her unmentionables, she wasn't...and yet...here she was.

"Baby doll," Cheryl repeated, in a conspiratorial whisper. "You...you're..."

Meryl let out a moan uncharacteristically heavy with vocal fry. She was afraid to move, afraid to shift herself even a little bit, she couldn't...she wasn't strong enough. She put her arms out, as if pleading for Cheryl to help her. Cheryl stared for a long few moments, then nodded, stepping forward and taking hold of Meryl's hands and starting to pull. Meryl let out a shocked cry as the boy's lips parted contact with her own, making an unseemly wet *PLIP*. She could feel little runnels of liquid on her thighs, and she wondered dimly if it was from him...or her. Meryl sagged forward into Cheryl's arms, her cheek brushing against the girl's ample bosom, her expression traumatised. "I...I..."

Cheryl didn't seem to know how to handle this, so she simply started stroking Meryl's hair and whispering, "It's okay, Baby Doll, it's okay..." in her best soothing tone. Her skirt had fallen back into place at her knees, but she could still feel everything that had transpired down there all too vividly. Cheryl stopped stroking, showing Meryl the purple g-string. "I, uh, think these are yours?" She said, sheepishly. Meryl looked up and let out a little sob at the sight of them, clenching her thighs together at the mere thought of yanking those terrible undies up past her legs again. She batted the hand Cheryl was holding them in away and held on tighter to her. Cheryl looked around awkwardly, as if searching for something to pry her off with. "Um...there, there?" She patted Meryl on the head gingerly, unsure of what to do exactly. Her eyes fell on the boy Meryl had accidentally given the face-sitting of his life, who was now beginning to stir, his cock clearly pressing proudly against the crotch of his trousers. His eyes flicked open, and he sat up, a manic grin playing on his lips. "That...that was..." He trailed off, breathless.

Meryl squeaked at the sound of his voice, burying her face deeper in Cheryl's bosom, as if trying to escape from it. The boy was staring at her, eyes alive with admiration and lust. "You...you're...whoever you are, that was—"

Cheryl shot him a look, and he shut up, struggling vainly to conceal his erection as he got to his feet. "No! Not now! Just...get out of here and don't say a word to anyone!"

The boy nodded slowly, then turned and ran off down the hall, looking very much like someone who was planning on saying a great many words to everyone. Cheryl turned her attention back to Meryl, cupping her friend's chin in her hand so that she was **** to look up at her. "Oh, baby doll," she whispered. "What are we going to do with you?" Just then, her look of concern blossomed into something different, something that looked altogether more...wicked. Meryl felt a twinge of fear at the sight of it. She bit her lip, clenching her thighs together a little more tightly.

"Cheryl?" She asked, quietly. "W-why are you looking at me like that?"