The last hour of school was miserable for Amy. Now that she understood why the boys were so blatant with their sexual ****, it made it that much harder to get through the remedial classes.
She felt the boys watching her with lust and constantly hoping for a chance to get her alone. It made her feel lucky to have April.
The goth girl would give her friendly smiles when Amy felt doubtful or scared. She even had the guts to tell one of the boys off when he tried to corner Amy in the hall after lunch.
"You can't let em get to you. We'll figure out a way to fix this." April comforted her. "Just one more class and then you can head home…and get cleaned up."
She pulled a few cum-stained hairs from the shoulder of Amy's sweater. Strangely, she sniffed it with a frown.
"Jesus, those guys need to work on their diet."
Amy frowned and shrugged her shoulders. "What difference does it make? They're all disgusting… I just want this to be over." She grumbled, trying to ignore her upset stomach.
The girls were quickly becoming close and it seemed that April was Amy's only confidant during her miserable situation.
Unfortunately, the boys had other ways of getting to Amy even with April around. Before Mr. Larkin returned for the last class, the girls sat at their desks chatting about homework and meeting up after school had ended.
"Amy! Yo! Over here!" Speedy called from two desks behind her.
"What?! God, you're so obnoxious." Amy snarled and turned in her seat.
Ptoo!
Suddenly a damp ball of paper flew directly into her cleavage. Speedy had used a cardboard tube to shoot a large spitwad at her. Amy fumbled for it, trying to get it out of her cleavage so she could throw it back at him, but it fell further into her bra cups.
"Fuck." She grumbled, reaching her hand completely into her bra and digging for the ball. In the process, she accidentally pulled out her breast, exposing her soft pink nipple for everyone to see.
When she had finally removed the ball, everyone seated behind her had gotten a generous view of her tits.
"Ew…" She held the spitwad with her fingertips, ready to toss it aside.
"Read it!" Speedy called.
Before she could, Mr. Larkin returned and the students sat in their seats. She took the wad and placed it on the corner of her desk.
Thirty minutes later, when class was over and school was out, the students rushed out of the class, leaving Amy and April behind while they carefully packed their things. Speedy purposefully jabbed his elbow into Amy's breast and repeated himself.
"Read it." He hurried away, leaving her confused.
She peeled the paper open and saw a short message written in black sharpie.
"Show me Yur Tits!"
Amy rolled her eyes and slung her backpack over her shoulder before leaving the room.
..
The bus was ready to go and Amy was dreading another miserable trip. McClurg was excitedly waiting for her while the other students climbed inside. He seemed to be growing much more confident with himself, now that he knew Amy couldn't openly complain.
Biting her bottom lip, Amy trudged forward, expecting the worst. As she passed, McClurg pulled her closer until she was tight against his body.
"Hey, you're not mad at me for earlier are you? The guys made me do it."
"Let's just forget it, okay?" She tried to step onto the bus again, but he stopped her.
He hugged her close, making sure her tits were pressed against his chest. He grabbed a handful of her ass and took a long whiff of her hair.
"Do you forgive me?"
Feeling disgusted and very uncomfortable, she tried to push away, noticing the way everyone snickered at her expense. McClurg's hands were brazenly groping her ass, giving everyone a look at her panties.
"Yes -ngg- I forgive you. Now let me go." She finally pushed away, gently slapping his hands away so she could fix her skirt.
He grinned at her, sniffing his fingers greedily.
"Hey Amy, where ya going? Need a ride?" April had pulled up beside the bus in her car. Her timing was impeccable.
Once again, Amy thanked the gods for her new friend. "Oh, of course! Yeah, lets ride home together. Thank you."
McClurg was disappointed, but before she could get away, he grabbed her arm again.
"I- I'll call you. Tonight. Okay?" He reverted back to his nervous self, his ego deflating.
"Buzz off, McClurg." April gave him the finger and led Amy to her car.
Amy felt untouchable now and she was beginning to think things were finally looking up. She and April drove away from school jamming out to their favorite rock songs.
They were almost home when Amy received yet another reminder of her predicament. Her phone buzzed, alerting her to a text.
<Hey, it's Mr. Larkin. Greg gave me yor number for…tutoring purposes. Give me a call tonight, slut.>
Before she could even process what was happening, her phone buzzed again and there two new messages from numbers she didn't recognize.
<Hey. I really wish you had ridden the bus with me. You should come over and make it up to me…>
That was obviously McClurg. The next message was clearly Speedy.
<Yo Amy. Show me dem tits. Send nudes!!!>
"Fuck. They just won't quit."
Looking over her shoulder, April frowned. "Maybe you should respond. There's no telling what these guys will do if they think you're ignoring them…"
"Dammit…what should I do?"
Amy now had to choose between Speedy the tit loving pervert, McClurg the over endowed lunkhead, or Mr. Larkin, the sadistic teacher who had a serious ax to grind with her. And no matter who she chose to see that night, the others would most certainly punish her for her decision…
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