The bottom of things

By the time second period rolled around, George was certain of one thing: his life had irrevocably changed. Whether it was forever remained to be seen. Right now, he was judging to see whether it was for better. And his initial suspicions made him suspect that it was.

Sabina Mures was no longer the only student who slept in class. His first period of the day had 5 sleeping students, each spread across a multitude of social cliques. Jock, cheerleader, wallflower, brown noser; it didn’t matter. Based on what George could tell, everyone treated as though having students sleeping in class was expected.

For some reason, it had become completely normal.

That had been his first grand realization. The next arrived to him during his second period. By then, the news had spread like wildfire: another girl had sneaked into the men’s room, masturbated, and left her panties behind. The object in question was currently in the possession of Michael Douglas, who’d been the lucky son of a bitch to find the underwear.

No one knew who it was, but it didn’t stop the speculation from spreading through the student body. And yet, despite the absurdity of the situation, George was more focused on something else. More specifically, the terminology his peers had been using to describe the event.

Another girl had masturbated in the men’s room.

Which implied this had happened before.

George might not have been a gossip, yet despite not being well acquainted with the day-to-day drama pertaining to highschool life, he knew for a fact that no student, female or otherwise, would sneak off into the opposite gender’s washroom, masturbate, and leave behind their soiled underwear. As far as he knew, he was the only one who’d ever done such a thing.

And he’d only done it yesterday.

Right around the time he’d first started noticing the insanity around him.

Which meant whatever was tampering with the fabric of reality was also centered on him.

By the time second period was nearing its conclusion, George had a single hypothesis: For some reason, any perverted thing he’d done in the past couple of days was slowly becoming the norm.

None of the evidence indicated otherwise. Everyone was developing an obsession for Batman swag, as evident by his sister and Mrs. Lopez simply owning Batman undergarments. On top of that, Dave and Ricky had openly admitted they’d found a perfect spot for spying on women; something he’d developed a reputation of doing. Then there was Alice herself, who’d supposedly masturbated and left her used panties in the hallway last night, much like he’d accidentally done before falling asleep himself. George couldn’t be sure what was necessarily happening to his parents, but judging from what he’d heard last night, they were under the influence of whatever was happening as well.

Which left George with two questions: Why was this happening, and how did it work?

He had a working theory for the latter and spent the remainder of second period trying to work out the specifics. He ignored the four sleeping students his class had; they wouldn’t be much help. Instead, he focused his attention on Sabina and her friends. The foursome sat in one of the corners of the room, far away from the professor where they could talk quietly among themselves.

Something had obviously gotten the girls riled up and excited because they kept giggling to one another, discussing one of the school’s latest gossip. George suspected it was the panty fiasco.

Things got interesting when Sabina nodded to her giggling friends and slowly raised her hand, intent on getting the teacher’s attention. Mr. Bomak took notice almost immediately and paused his lecture in order to let the young girl speak.

“May I use the washroom, Mr. Bomak?” She asked, innocently.

Despite the innocence of her question, it was enough to make George suspicious; especially considering how she’d been behaving minutes prior. Could Sabina Mures be hoping to use this as an excuse to go masturbate in the men’s room?

He knew something was going on when she gave her friends a quick wink following Mr. Bomak’s dismissal. The ace student quickly grabbed her things and made for the classroom door, fully intent on keeping her secrets to herself.

Hoping his erection wouldn’t get crushed beneath the table, George’s hand shot up as he rose to his feet, bringing the entire class’ attention onto himself.

“Could I go to the women’s room to masturbate, Mr. Bomak?”

While acting without thinking, his question wasn’t without merit. After all, if the world was shifting so that his behavior was becoming the norm, surely this would be accepted among his-

The laughter that broke throughout the room shattered any hopes George might have had that he hadn’t been making a fool of himself. While only a handful of his classmates were laughing, a large majority of them looked revolted, especially the girls.

“Why the fuck would you tell everyone you’re hoping to do that, you pervert?” Someone asked, speaking before Mr. Bomak, who was still processing his question.

“But… But…” George glanced from one person to the next, trying to come up with something to say which would save face. “She’s about to go do the same in the men’s room!” He accused while pointing at Sabina.

To her credit, the girl had perfected her snide look of appalment. Being a prominent social figure among the student body, Sabina was used to being accused of something scandalous. “Even if I were on my way to do that,” she shot back, defending herself, “I was at least being coy about it! You’re fucking disgusting, George.”

This brought forth a renewed wave of disgust and laughter from his classmates and George couldn’t take it. Grabbing his things, he rushed past Sabina and left the room behind, wanting to leave before he tarnished what little remained of his reputation.

“I better not see in the the women’s room!” Sabina called out to him, wanting to get one final hit in before he disappeared down the hall.

George’s phone buzzed for the third time, the young man glancing at it from the corner of his eye to check who’d texted him. It was Alice, her third one now. He quickly opened it, surprised to see she was no longer laughing at him.

“I just heard you actually had the gall to ask if you go to the women’s room and masturbate. Are you insane? God you’re such a perverted freak!”

“I’m sorry, I just can’t believe you actually did that. I always knew you were a perv, but you normally kept it to yourself. To an extent at least. Never like this.”

“Look, we need to talk. Whatever it is, you need help. I know you were sneaking on me in the shower this morning; I not only heard you, but I saw what you did with my panties. You need to stop. I don’t want to get involved but I’m your sister and my reputation is forever linked to yours by virtue of that fact alone. I have soccer practice after class but we’re addressing this. Tonight.”

He sighed, opting to not reply to this message either. She hadn’t been the only one to message him, but hers were harder to ignore because he'd be **** to confront her eventually. Even Dave and Ricky have decided to shun him. While their messages weren’t as antagonistic, they still amounted too “Dude, what the fuck?”

To their credit however, they’d found an excellent spot to spy on the athletes.

Wanting to disappear but not knowing where to go, George had recalled the pair’s admission and had made for the room located at the top of the English stairwell. And it didn’t disappoint.

The room wasn’t large, but had enough size to be comfortable with a handful of mates. It had evidently once been used a storage room, but the layer of dust on the effects in the back of it showed that the janitors had long forgotten about it. Which was fine by George because he needed to get away from everyone for a while.

The room’s main attraction was the large window that made it up it’s side wall. From his position, George had an uninterrupted view of the soccer field without being far enough where he’d be unable to make out any detail. It was perfect.

The room also had a handful of cushions and mats, both of which looked much newer than the discarded school supplies in the back. He suspected Dave and Ricky had brought the set here to make their stay more comfortable. If his life truly was changing in the way he thought it was, he shuddered when imagining what had happened on those pillows.

His stay came with a view too. Far below on the grassy fields, the school’s cheerleading team was practicing their latest routine. A dozen of scantily-clad seniors were bouncing and waving pom poms, their natural curves hugged to perfection by their tight uniforms.

Considering everything that had happened, George was glad to have something to distract himself during his solitude. Masturbation often proved to be a good escape for him, and he happily touched himself while watching the girl’s perform their routine.

Then the door opened.

Hand still on his cock, George froze in place as a mass of brown hair peaked through the now open doorway, scanning the room quickly before locking onto him.

“Sorry!” The girl said while quickly shifting into the room and closing the door behind her. “I didn’t think someone would be up here.” She paused, biting her lip while thinking. “Do you mind if I…”

It was only when she gestured to the discarded cushion next to him that George understood what she was insinuating. “Um, no. Go ahead.”

“Oh, thank you!”

If the girl recognized him, she made no indication of it. Instead, she rushed to the empty seat and scooted it closer to the window. Angling herself in order to get the best view, she plopped down next to him, an eager and excited glint in her eyes.

“Have they been going long?” She asked, the girl fumbling with her belt.

“N- No, they started maybe, five minutes ago?”

“Perfect!”

George watched, utterly flabbergasted, as this stranger quickly shimmied out of her pants and spread her legs wide, fingers finding her sex through pink panties. Her gaze glued on the cheerleaders below, the young girl started masturbating in front of him as though it was a perfectly normal thing to do.

He still hadn’t regained his composure when she glanced at him a handful of minutes later, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.

“I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I?” She pointed at his cock and unmoving hand for emphasis. “If it’s any consolation, I’ve never done it in front of someone else either. So no sense in being shy.”

Was she really insinuating that she was fine with him masturbating in front of her? Out of everything that had changed, what made it so that this was suddenly acceptable? Could it be because the two of them were mutually spying on girls like he used to do in his bedroom? Just like what Dave and Ricky had admitted to doing up here?

Regardless, he took her advice and started running his hand over the length of his cock again, turning his focus back on the show before them. Despite his best attempts however, his gaze kept shifting to the brunette next to him. He didn’t recognize her, but that didn’t matter; he was much more interested in the way her fingers danced across her pussy, the girl rubbing herself through the softness of her underwear.

He swallowed, hoping he wasn’t overstepping on any newly established boundaries with his questions.

“Say, why do you masturbate through your panties?”

To her credit, his question didn't even seem to phase her. “No reason, I’ve just always done it this way.”

That didn’t help him in the slightest. “Have you ever, uh, masturbated without underwear? Or least with your hand in them?”

“Once or twice?” She shrugged, her attention still focused on the cheerleaders below. “This just feels like the normal way to do it. Besides, all my girlfriends masturbate like this, so it’s not like it’s weird or anything.”

“Ri- right.” No, what was weird was that some girl just entered an isolated, forgotten part of school just to masturbate to a bunch of cheerleaders. Never mind the fact there was a guy in the room. He decide to approach his questioning from a different angle.

“So I take it you’re attracted to women then?”

“Look,” she began, finally stopping, “I came here to masturbate while spying on a bunch of cute girls. Could we please just leave it at that and chill with the game of 20 questions?”

Not wanting to make it any worse, George made a show of zipping his mouth closed and turned back to the view beyond their window. His new companion thanked him and renewed her **** on her sex, the moment for questions passing as she started moaning louder and louder.

George was quick to find that masturbating with a girl in the room came to him surprisingly easy. It helped that the stranger was hot as all hell. Watching her writhe with passion was exceedingly arousing and George soon found himself pleasuring himself while looking directly at her, the show far below long forgotten.

The girl was much more focused on the cheerleaders than he was and didn’t seem to mind where his focus was. She was the one to reach orgasm first however, the girl closing her eyes as she shivered with passionate delight. This was a first for George - never before had he witnessed a girl have a live orgasm in front of him - and it triggered his own, the second of the day.

Unfortunately for him, his angle meant most if not all of his cum spurted all over her.

She shrieked the moment his first gush landed on her, but George was so aroused he kept going, coating everything she was wearing. Her shirt, her panties, her socks; even the discarded jeans she’d left on the floor were victimized by a passing jet of cum or two.

“What. The Fuck. Did you just do?”

Her tone killed all remnants of George’s pleasure and he shrunk back onto himself, his regret immediate.

“I was nice enough to let you masturbate with me, trying my best to make sure it wasn’t as weird as it was. I was even considering letting you keep my panties because, you know, that's what you do. But I guess not anymore. You just had to cum all over me, didn’t you. You’re fucking pathetic. And disgusting!”

While the girl lamented about how her outfit was ruined, George’s gears were ticking. He’d already ruined his reputation earlier today; his only remaining option now was trying to salvage what portions of it he could.

“Look, it’s just a bit of cum. Do you have a spare outfit you could wear?”

“Who comes to school with a second outfit?” She glared.

“Wait, you didn’t even bring extra panties?” He asked before he could stop himself.

“Fuck you!”

Her anger seething, the girl grabbed what remained of her things and **** her jeans back on as she hobbled to the door. She opened it with one hand, the other quickly tying her belt around her waist, and closed it with a slam, leaving George alone once more.

Slumping back into the cushion, George pondered on what had just happened. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't make himself feel bad for what he’d done. With his mind now clear, the solution to his woes was quite obvious: he didn’t have to do anything.

If his suspicious were correct and the world was literally changing around him, it meant that by the time he woke up tomorrow, everything that happened today wouldn’t be isolated incidents - they’d become the norm. Which meant…

He grinned something sinister.

If his hypothesis was correct, by this time tomorrow, not only would everyone be much more open regarding their bathroom habits, but girls would have a vastly different opinion when it came to having men cum all over their outfits.

Despite being spent, his cock throbbed. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.