Shown a sanctuary

Stacy and Lydia sat side-by-side on a curb outside the school, panties to concrete. Last period hadn’t ended yet… but neither had been able to drum up the energy to return to class. So instead they just looked like two bedraggled truants, blouses badly buttoned and hair pulled back in sweaty ponytails. Both ached all over… and were more than aware of the slimy wet patches forming in their school-approved cotton underwear. There was a whole host of embarrassing, dirty aftermaths to being gangbanged by an entire sports team, it turned out. Yet they were both just too wiped out to do anything about it.

"Soooo…" Stacy began, unsure exactly where she was going with it. Rubbing this newfound power in Lydia's face now felt like it would be… kinda shitty.

"Don't... Just… don't." Said the girl in question, picking at some cum already drying down the inside of her thighs.

"Yeah… I'm sorry… I didn't actually mean to…"

Humility wasn't something that came naturally to Stacy. She’d been fighting off verbal assaults for so much of her life that… combativeness was just her basic state around most other people her age. She did feel bad for Lydia though… as much as the thought of having the other girl at beck and call also aroused her.

"Listen… we best get out of here before last bell. If any of… _them _see us like this, they'll definitely know it was us!"

The other teen nodded, though she still really seemed more lost than cognisant of all the world around her. Once again, Stacy was struck by the feeling that perhaps Lydia didn't actually have any real friends. Any place that she could go to feel safe and supported, regardless of what state she was in... Wouldn’t that answer a lot of questions as to how she ended up so reliant on Mr Gregory for a sense of solidarity in the world? If you only cared for the opinions of one man, who drove you to extremes… surely all the other problems in your life just seemed to melt away on the sidelines. A new thought began forming in Stacy’s lust-caked heart…

“I know a place we can go get cleaned up and just… chill out for a bit, okay? Follow me.”

Stacy led the way through winding streets and on through the park, checking that Lydia was still following every few steps. They clambered over the broken, old fence together and into that secret, precious sanctuary.

The semen-leaking cheerleader looked around a little less than impressed by the dilapidated furnishings of the club house. She failed to duck in time while pushing past the condom tree and flinched away in horror as one of it’s slimy, rubbery fruits brushed against her cheek. She made no comment, however… and dropped her panties to rinse off in the stream contentedly enough. Stacy watched the girl splash icy water over her face and neck and finally come alive again a little. Looking around to fully take in her surroundings.

“It was a lot better in the summer. When everything wasn’t so… soggy” The hostess defended, appreciating that this place that meant so much to her might not seem so welcoming to an outside eye.

“So… what? You just come here and fuck those two nerds after school every day?” The guest to this most precious sanctum asked, with no particular malice in her statement.

“Well… yeah. But we came here even before all that…” Stacy looked around at the space, trying to find the words for what made it so special. “See… no-one else knows where this is. It’s just a bit of useless land everyone’s forgotten about. You can’t see in from any angle, and barely anybody comes out this way to even find the entrance. It’s ours, and you can just ditch all your clothes at the entrance and spend all day fucking… without worrying about anything. D’ya get it? It’s like knowing Mr Gregory has locked all the doors and there’s no way we’re gonna get caught… even when him and old Chambers are making us squeal like little piggies.”

Once again, Stacy realised there was no one else she could have ever used such an analogy with. Not even Mark and Pete. Lydia just nodded, though. She understood.

They both lay down side by side on one of the least-musty blankets that Pete had stored under a makeshift shelter. Letting the weak, November sun still offer what warmth it could. After a while they started making out… not out of any particular attraction to each other, but just because they were both perpetually horny teen sluts left alone for a little while. They ran hands across the slim curves of each other’s body and remembered the time they had spent tied and bound together while cock after cock slammed into them. Now the turmoil had passed, there was silent agreement:

They had both loved every second of the experience.