Without adequate explanation

“What the fuck happened to you?!” Mark’s first response to seeing Stacy topple over the fence into the clubroom should possibly have been expected… if she had been in her right mind at least… As it was the girl could only chuckle incoherently at her shoe, whose laces had somehow got tangled in the bent wiring of their haphazard front door. Silly shoe… we’ve climbed over this way so many times before! She leant backwards, pulling her own leg taut in a kind of entirely inelegant ballet pose. Tilting her head back she could see a curious, upside-downy view of her two friends waiting for her, concern etched across their faces.

The pair rushed forward to catch her when her foot suddenly came loose, leaving its tangled former associate still meshed in with the entrance to their little hideaway. Feeling their arms around her shoulders, the girl relaxed into familiar grips, admiring the majestic condom tree which now dangled its fruiting limbs above her. They really had been doing such a good job of filling it up, considering the amount of times the boys had also just forgotten and fucked her bareback… Stacy basked in pride at her two favourite boys and their endless productions. They were such good little cum fountains! She was so glad she’d found that out… right here, in this haven. Imagine if she’d never let them jack off on her again, after that first time?! Where would she be now? Not anywhere near as happy as this… that was for sure!

“Where have you been, Stace? Who did this to you?” Mark tried again… but it was obvious by now he wasn’t going to get any clear answer… Not one that wasn’t slurred beyond all credibility anyways. The girl hiccuped as she slid down their legs, a little dribble of white goop seeping out of her nose.

Yet still her hands seemed to find their way to unzipping both the boy’s flies, as if on instinct and muscle memory alone. The pair of them looked at each other briefly, but shrugged. That was a regular enough occurrence at all times that there seemed little point in refusing it. They went back to trying to discern what had happened to her, or how they could help… but eventually had to simply accept that they weren’t going to get anywhere until she’d got what she wanted. “We’ll have to take her back to yours.” Pete reasoned, as their delirious friend slathered her mouth up and down his shaft. “She can’t go home like this…”

Mark nodded assent, though even that was foreboding to be a perilous task… The girl simply sucked and jerked at them both until she could spray their ejaculates all over her own, still uniformed, self. A great blob of man-goop splashed across the school emblem emblazoned on her chest and several more meshed themselves into her hair… How would they explain this, if someone questioned why they were half dragging the girl through the streets?!

Luckily, no-one got too close as they made the journey... and an unblinking Ms Jay helped get the girl inside and up to bed. Pete had to jump ship pretty sharply himself, he had orders to return home early that evening. A hastily planned study session and sleepover was accepted by Stacy’s parents however, leaving space for the Jays to try and help the poor girl recuperate. Mark’s mom didn’t ask any questions at all as she helped him strip the young lady down and settle her upon his own sheets. She stuck her sodden uniform straight in the wash, to hopefully be ready by tomorrow and then accepted his help cooking dinner as they let their charge drift off to sleep.

Finally, as the evening close in toward darkness, and no sounds of life came from upstairs she stated, quite simply:

“You didn’t do that to her, did you.”

“No.” Mark replied. “She… She seems to be going places without us… Doing things she doesn’t tell us…” The boy looked down at his hands, unwilling to think further.

His mother sighed, long and sadly. “You seem to have inherited my habit of falling for the wrong types of people, son of mine…”

Mark looked at her… but then turned aside. There didn’t seem much point in trying denial.

The older woman reached out and took his hands kindly. “Don’t give up on her yet, Marky-poo. She’s a nice girl… whatever else she is. She’s clearly going through a lot at the moment, so she’s going to need you and Peter more than ever. Just…”

She leaned back again and drew out a cigarette from a packet on the table. “Just… try to understand who she really is… That’s what she’s doing… so you have to try as well.”

The rest of the evening passed in silence. Mark played a few videogames, but none really held his interest. Pete messaged to ask how Stacy was, but there was nothing much to report. Eventually he trailed up to bed, she was still there nestled amongst his covers; her hair loose and knotted with his and others’ leavings. He cast off his clothing, and climbed on in next to her. Wrapping his body around hers.