They're willing to talk

Everyone's attention fixes on you. The intensity of their stares makes you feel naked again even though you're wearing your gym clothes. You notice the focus of their gaze and realize that you're still sporting a sizable hardon, which is particularly noticeable since you're not wearing underwear.

"Hey Sam," Ariel calls, "looks like you had a nice time touching Rachel's pussy!" You don't know what's more embarrassing: your obvious erection or your recent sexual encounter.

"What the fuck?" Madison calls. "You were getting it on with Rachel in her mom's fucking office?"

"Don't blame the guy," Shonda says reasonably. "Who wouldn't stroke those lips?" You can almost feel Rachel's timid embarrassment radiating from the office behind you.

"Fucker," is all Candy says, her eyes still glued to your gym shorts.

"Listen," you say, trying to change the subject. "I was just wondering what you all had in mind."

"The slut here is about to get exposed to the whole fucking school, that's what," says Jillian, her freckled face flushed with excitement, nearly as red as her bright hair.

"Come on," you say. "Isn't that a bit much?"

"Sorry, man, decision's made," Madison pronounces. "This bitch has it coming. And besides, we all promised our friends some live action skin tonight, and we don't want to let them down."

Your mind is working fast. You've made peace with Rachel and she seems to be safe and secure. It doesn't look like they're rushing to return your clothes, but you're relatively in the clear as well. Rebecca's in a terrible position, and you're not sure if there's anything you can do to help. But shouldn't I at least try? you say to yourself, dread starting to settle in the pit of your stomach.