Lunch Class?

The rest of Amy's classes were uneventful and the blonde briefly hoped the worst had come to an end.

She kept her head and listened as Mr. Larkin went through the study lessons. When a question was asked, she looked down and kept quiet. Ironically, she knew all the answers to his questions, unlike in her normal classes, but she was so afraid of bringing any more attention to herself.

At one point, a student was asked to approach the chalkboard and write out an answer, when they passed by Amy noticed them sniff before gagging. It seemed like a cruel joke at first, but she realized she smelled pretty rank. Having cum blasted on her sweater and then matted in her hair, made her smell like a used condom. She put her hair in a ponytail, wincing every time she heard a light crunch or felt oily residue wipe off on her fingers. It was an improvement from having it down though. She had a habit of putting her hair in her mouth when she was focused, but fortunately the musky scent had kept her from doing it on accident.

Besides the jizz in her hair, the other strange thing was the girl seated next to her. April Graves. Amy knew the goth girl had to be at least as smart as her. Even if her fashion was a bit out of whack, there was no logical reason she would be in a special needs class.

April wore a straight black dress. The straps of her bra were visible on her shoulders, but she didn't have any issues. Not even Speedy seemed interested in her whenever he passed by.

To be fair, April was probably the most intimidating girl in the class. Her heavy combat boots looked capable of some serious damage and her long black nails would easily cut someone's face. Her lips were a soft shade of purple that matched her eyeshadow. The only color besides black she wore was on her thigh high socks that were black, but striped with purple. They cut off a few inches below her leather skirt, making many boys curious when she walked by.

The two girls were so different, Amy just couldn't figure out why April was so friendly to her. Especially after their past encounters…

When lunch period came, Amy was too depressed to grab any food. Instead she found an empty table and sat down, burying her face in her arms. She was startled by the sound of April's tray landing on the table.

"How are you holding up?" The goth said sympathetically. "It seems like you're having a rough time adjusting."

"Gee, ya think?" Amy sneered. She parted her hair showing April the dried cum on her scalp. "This is absolutely horrible."

"Well, I won't lie. It's pretty gross, but…"

"But what?" She expected something cheesy meant to cheer her up.

"But at least it wasn't Harbin. That kid's diet is nothing but Mt. Dew, Doritos, and hotdogs. His loads taste nasty and they smell even worse."

April jerked her thumb towards the heavyset student who sat with two separate food trays and crammed his face with cafeteria pizza.

Amy didn't know if it was much consolation, but she appreciated the sentiment.

"How do you know what Harbin's…loads -ew- taste like?"

April looked away and shrugged. "Let's just say you're not the only one who's been through the special ed hazing process…"

Amy also looked away, knowing she was indirectly responsible for that. She scrambled for a subject change.

"I guess that's something to look forward to." She said

"I suppose. But I here it's about to get a lot harder for you."

Amy spread her arms in confusion. "What? Why?"

April smiled now she had her attention. "Word is, you've got some major dirt on you and everyone's looking to cash in."

Amy's eyebrows lowered. "Uh, what the hell does that mean?"

The goth sighed. Clearly Amy was as dense as people believed. "It means everyone knows your secret." Lowering her voice she explained. "Everyone knows you've been using Greg to get good grades. They also know that if the Principal finds out you'll be expelled. It doesn't help that everyone here hates you."

Amy pouted, "I'm the most popular girl in school, thank you. Nobody hates me." She completely wiped away the thought that anyone might dislike her besides Mr. Larkin.

"Anyway, are you saying Ill have to convince everyone to keep their mouths shut? What are they going to do? **** me or something? What do they want from me? They want me to do their homework or something? I'm too stupid for that, remember?"

April sighed and decided to level with the blonde. "They don't want you to do their homework, they want you to do them!"

Amy stopped, her eyes growing wide. "Oh god…but that's…gross. And disgusting. And I'll just tell the Principal."

"Fair enough, but then they'll him what you did. They might get suspended for 'bullying' you, but you get expelled for lying and cheating. Is that really what you want?"

Amy took in her words and processed the situation. She remembered that Mr. Larkin had essentially said the same thing. If she wanted to graduate, she'd do what he wanted. But she thought he was the only who knew. Who had spilled the secret?

As if reading her mind, April said. "It was Greg who told us. He's pretty pissed at you…"

Greg! Of course, it was Greg. Amy needed to find him and convince him to get everyone off her back. If he wanted a date so badly, she was willing to consider it now.

Suddenly, McClurg surprised her by butting in between her and April. He was holding a lunch tray with a sandwich and a bag of chips. He was blushing and clearly nervous.

"Uhh…I just wanted to say I'm sorry…for before…You look hungry so I brought you an extra sandwich."

He awkwardly took the plastic wrapped sandwich from his tray and held it out for her.

She was hesitant to take it, but she didn't want to turn down his act of kindness. She needed all the friends she could get now and was afraid to upset him.

"Thanks…" She avoided looking at him, but their fingers touched as she took the sandwich.

She cringed, still tasting his cum on her tonsils and feeling it make her scalp itchy. Being next to him for any period of time was dreadfully awkward for her.

He took the hint and trailed off, leaving the girls to themselves.

"Hmm" April said. "Maybe everyone doesn't hate you?"

Amy smiled again. "I told you…"

Her stomach grumbled and she realized how hungry she was now that she had digested all of the semen from earlier. She slowly unwrapped the sandwich. It was warm and a bit soggy, but she put it to her lips anyway and took a big bite. The meat was savory and the tomato and lettuce were a nice touch.

But then there was a really thick sauce. It was white and spilled out the sides of the sandwich as she sank her teeth in. Amy chewed it, curious to find out. Was it horseradish? No. She took another bite. And another. Was it mayonaise? No, it was too salty for that.

April was explaining what to expect in the next class when a dreadful look spread across Amy's face.

The blonde's mouth was full and her cheeks were slightly bulging. Her eyes were wide as a strand of lettuce slowly spilled from her mouth.

"GAAK!" She was already halfway through the sandwich when she finally realized she was eating a juicy wad of jizz.

She swallowed what was in her throat. Hoping she was wrong. But a quick peek under the bread showed her it was indeed semen.

April looked almost as surprised as her and began to pat her back, helping her breath through the creampie sandwich she had mostly devoured.

"Boys are so obnoxious." She said casually.

Amy's eye were watering from how salty and pungent the semen was, but she could see Speedy and Harbin laughing, while McClurg looked dreadfully embarrassed.

In a single day, Amy had unintentionally swallowed more semen than she had in her entire life.