The conversation gets raunchy

The four girls lead you to a corner of the food court that overlooks a corridor one floor down. You can see why they like this spot. They can easily show off their presence and bodies to people moving below while at the same time the echo of foot traffic means no one can listen in on their conversation unless they get close. All four settle into favorite positions, leaving you awkwardly leaning against a planter.

Now that they can't be overheard Zoey gets a mischievous grin and asks some probing questions about where you're from. You dodge the questions by using details of a town some of your cousins live in, splicing in some details here and there from your own childhood - edited as needed, of course, and sometimes swapped wholesale for stories from girls you knew.

Felicia is the one who brings up men. She tests the waters a bit and bugs the others about a few guys they've pined for before turning to you and asking, oh so innocently, if you've ever made the beast with two backs. Now as a local you know that many St. Catherine's girls are quite proud of their virginity - no matter how close they've come to losing it, no matter what sexual or near sexual acts they've performed. Light petting, heavy petting, handjobs - hell, most of them insist that oral doesn't count. That's the only reason the school isn't known as St. Cocktease's.

You consider saying you've never gone that far, but you just can't. Not when Trish's cum is likely still soaking into your cervix. So instead you smile back and confidently answer, "Well yes, several times. Once you find a man who knows how to please you it's hard to stop."

"You're going to have a hard time at St. Catherine's talking like that," says Bethany. "If any of the teachers even get a hint you've gone all the way..."

"Oh come on," you reply, giving her a playful smile, "I'm not going to shout if from the rooftops. Besides, I've been to Catholic schools before. The only thing they cared about at my last high school was that you didn't go on the pill or use condoms. Rhythm method for the win!"

"You are supposed to get married too," says Hanna.

"Well yeah, if you've found Mr. Right. But everyone knows that nowadays you have to play the field. Nobody really believes you're going to keep your legs crossed until the honeymoon."

"So who was your first?" asks Zoey.

You know you've got them. Any girl they know from town is either from St. Catherine's and pretends to be as prudish as they do or is from some other school and therefore beneath their notice. As an outsider you don't fit the usual pecking order. You lean back against the planter and tell them about your first time, "Obviously I didn't know what I was doing and he wasn't any more experienced. It was over quickly, I wasn't sure if I liked it and he looked scared. We tried again the next week, but the chemistry just wasn't right and we stopped dating pretty soon after that. Shame, cause if I knew what I know now I could have really blown his mind."

It feels a bit weird - going over your first time as if you were Sandy, your girlfriend back then. In a way you're getting a lot of insight. You never really thought about it from her perspective. With a cock-thirsty hole between your legs you've got a whole new view on all your previous encounters with the other sex. Fuck were you ever thick sometimes!

They're all looking at you like you've just closed the storybook long before bedtime, so you stretch and decide to share your second time. "A few months later I met another guy. By that time I'd learned a few tricks from, you know, checking out porn and stories online. I didn't want to screw up. I finally convinced him to come to bed - I actually had to ask him to check how my breasts felt in my new swimsuit to get him clued in. Anyway, that time I took things into my own hands and sat on top of him."

Even though she's trying to look a bit put off you can tell Felicia is getting a little turned on. So maybe the feminist is a girl who likes a little dominance in the bedroom. No problem, you can work with that.

"Yeah, he struggled a little at first - but then I put his hands on my chest and moved my hips, just so." You make a slight bucking motion that gets a surprised gasp from Hanna and Bethany. "Then he figured out how good this was going to be and he let me take the reins. So really I think of that as the first real sex I had. It was so fucking good. Once I rode him a few times he got a good feel for what I liked and the next time we slept together he showed me how much he'd been paying attention - bent my legs till my ankles were around my ears, but God did it ever feel good."

Now you've really got them hooked. Four haughty virgins mesmerized by one experienced girl who's willing to talk shop.

"And you really did it without any protection?" asks Hanna.

"Mmmm," you reply, giving yourself a second to think, "yeah. Every time I've had a cock inside me it's been bare. Heh, most of the time I wrap my legs around my guy and make sure he leaves me a present, if you know what I mean." All technically true - which is the best kind of true. Unfortunately it reminds you of how Trish's magnificent nine inch shaft feels grinding against your folds.

"And you obviously didn't get pregnant," says Zoey.

"Nope - I told you, the rhythm method." Time for one of those lies Trish is so hot for. "You just make sure not to have sex on your period or for about eight days after it." Only Bethany furrows her eyebrows at that, the other girls all nod as if it's sage advice they've heard before.

To make sure you don't soak through your panties you ask them about their sexual experiences. Not surprisingly they're all virgins - or at least claiming to be virgins. You're sure Bethany is telling the truth when she says she hasn't done anything with anyone, period. Felicia talks the talk, but you'd bet her first time was scissoring. Zoey, perhaps not wanting to be upstaged by an outsider like you, tells of how she's sucked off three different guys and Hanna admits to both handjobs and titjobs, as well as letting boys get their fingers under her skirt.

Damn - all this sex talk and Trish is nowhere to be seen. By now it's been longer than it takes for a girl to get a dye job - where the hell is she? You're getting positively wet and you're going to need that throbbing meat stick of hers soon.