Lunchtime tomorrow

The morning routine plays out again. I get up, pick out an outfit that passes the slut test, eat my breakfast and ride the bus to school.

Morning classes come and go. I keep my head down and stay focused. Before I know it, it’s lunch time and I’m definitely ready for a break.

Just as I’m starting to unwrap my turkey sandwich, I hear somebody come up behind me.

“Maddie! What are you doing all by yourself?” It’s Gabby.

“Eating lunch.” I say, turning in my chair to look at her.

“No you’re not.” She says, grabbing the sleeve of my nerd sweater and pulling me along.

I can barely gather all of my things into my arms in a big jumble by the time she pulls me out of my chair.

“You can sit with me and my friends.” She tells me.

“This is my new friend, Maddie.” She introduces me as we reach her table. It’s full of popular girls that my dad would never want me anywhere near. It makes me happy that Gabby considers me her friend.

“Hi.” One of them says awkwardly.

The table is quiet for a moment as I sit down and the girls look at me, but after a moment the conversation continues. A few of the girls are nice and smile at me. There’s a few girls there who I know are bitchy and that I don’t like. Most of them are just indifferent to me.

The girls talk, but I mostly keep to myself and listen to Gabby. There’s a brunette and a redhead across from me talking to each other.

“I got way too smashed on Saturday.” The redhead says.

“You totally did. You were wasted.” The brunette responds. “You passed out on the stairs.”

“Lol. That’s so me.” The redhead giggles. “All I remember is waking up on the couch.”

“Evan put you there, and put that blanket on you. You’ve got a real gentleman there.” The brunette teases.

“Too bad.” The redhead says. “I was hoping he’d try to fuck me when I got there.”

“Maybe next weekend.”

“So, what happened with you and Chris after?” The redhead asks. “Did he take you upstairs?”

The brunette tilts her head and gives her friend a naughty look and a smirk.

“You are a bad girl!” The redhead jokes. She leans in. “Was he big?”

“Eh.” The brunette says.

“How big?”

She holds her hands about six or so inches apart.

“That’s not that bad!” A blonde next to Gabby chimes in.

“How long did he last?” Gabby asks.

The brunette giggles and laughs. “He came in like twenty seconds it was so pathetic.” She says.

“Twenty seconds!” The redhead exclaims.

“Less than that. He was all like uh uh uh uh uh oh shit.” The brunette says, imitating him with a deep voice and exaggerated hip thrusts. The other girls roar with laughter. I crack a smile but stay quiet.

“Like, I waited all night to get fucked and that was it.” She continues. “And he kept begging me to stay.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” The redhead asks me.

“I wish.” I say with a sigh.

“Have you ever had one?” The blonde asks, leaning over.

“Come on guys.” Gabby tries to object.

“No, I haven’t.” I tell them. “My dad is a total prick and he won’t let me out of the cage.”

“Your dad keeps you in a cage?” The redhead asks.

“Not literally, but yes.” I answer. “He won’t let me have any fun. He won’t let me be anywhere with a boy. I’ve never even seen a dick.”

“You’ve never even seen a dick?” A chorus of girls asks in disbelief. I shake my head.

Gabby starts working through her phone. “Here.” She says. “A guy just sent me this yesterday.”

She sticks her phone out. I can feel my mouth opening and my eyes widening as I take it all in. The other girls giggle and laugh at my reaction. I’m stunned.

It’s big and veiny and for some reason the end of it is pink, and it looks like a helmet. Coarse black hairs stick out around the bottom and the balls don’t look like I imagined they would, they’re all wrinkly and hairy too. My eyes run up and down the veiny shaft but keep coming back to the weird pink helmet.

“Why is it so angry looking?” I ask in disbelief.

The girls keep giggling.

“They’re not all so ugly.” Gabby assures me.

“Then why did you show me that one?” I ask.

“Because I had it right there.” She says. “Just go look up some when you go home.”

“I can’t.” I tell her. “My dad put parental controls on my phone and he always looks at it.”

“Here.” The brunette says, interrupting me. She sticks her phone across the table. It has a picture of another dick on it. This ones a lot better looking, a little bit smaller and way less ugly, and it doesn’t have any hair on it.

“What’s going on here.” The lunch monitor asks, coming up from behind her. She quickly puts her phone down and all of us get silent immediately.

“Nothing.” Somebody says.

The monitor snorts and keeps walking between the tables. We all giggle when she leaves.

“There you go, Maddie.” Gabby says. “Now you’ve seen a dick. Did you like it?”

I give her a smirk and a look.