Ricky's putty in her hands (well, hand).

Ricky smiles at Nat as she gives his cock a gentle squeeze and begins to jerk it. He's already mostly hard, and he's swelling to full mast as she begins to stroke him. "You know, you're pretty...pretty," he says with a little laugh.

Nat {if Sluttery < 40}blushes{else}grins{endif}. "Thanks. Not bad yourself...{if Sluttery > 39} There's a reason I wanted to hang out with you in Chem.{endif}"

"Thanks. Mmmmph." He lets out a low groan - he's fully hard now, and Natalie smiles as she gives his cock another stroke with a slight twist, making his hips cant upward into her hands. Boys are so...easy to please. Across the table, she sees Faith has wrapped one arm around Chad's shoulders and scooted closer to him, pressing her chest into his as she jerks him aggressively with her other hand. That seems a bit like cheating, but then, two can play at that game. She nestles in closer to Ricky and runs her hand up his shaft again, palming the top to collect a bit of the slick precum there for lubrication. Ricky groans as she spreads it down his shaft and continues to stroke him.

"I'm...sorry about...Faith," he pants, quietly enough that only she can hear it. The rest of the table is mostly cheering Faith on or commenting amongst themselves on the action, and no one is really paying attention to them. "She's...kinda...territorial."

"That's ok," Nat murmurs back.

"Nah, it's...kinda fucked...and the way she talks...just because she's got money...ngh." Ricky tilts his head back, his hair falling away from his face as he closes his eyes in pleasure at Nat's ministrations. "I mean...I've got money too...but I just think...it's not what's...important, y'know?"

"That's really sweet." Nat glances over. Fuck, Faith's fully straddling Chad's thigh now as she jerks him. That's definitely cheating! But she makes the rules... Glancing back at Ricky, Nat clears her throat. "Hey, look at me."

Ricky lowers his gaze to her, eyes hooded, breath short. Nat leans in. "I don't care what kind of money you make. I don't care how nasty these other rich kids are to me. I wanted to get to know you. {if Slut_Clothes=True}And I saw {if Sluttery > 39}you check out my ass earlier...so I know you're interested in making a connection with me, too.{else}the way you looked at me earlier...so I think you might be interested in getting to know me, too.{endif}{else}And I can just tell you're the sort of person who wants to get to know people, too.{endif}"

"Yeah, that's true." Ricky's eyes are shining, and he pants as she starts to jerk him a little faster.

"So don't think about them right now. Who cares about them? Think about me. You and me, making a connection." {if Slut_Clothes=True}{if Sluttery > 59}Feeling bold, Nat reaches up with her free hand to pull her tank top and bra down on one side, freeing one of her breasts. Ricky, as though hypnotized, reaches up and gently caresses it, running a finger over her nipple. Sparks shoot through Nat, and she lets out a little gasp. "That's right...a connection..."{else}She leans forward as she jerks him, arching her back to give him an unimpeded view of her cleavage. Ricky's eyes are drawn to it like a magnet. "Any kind of connection seems worth fighting for, to me."{endif}{elseif Prude_Clothes=True}Nat leans forward, flicking her hair back over one shoulder to show off her earrings. "Maybe these aren't the most expensive thing I could be wearing. But they're me. And when I'm dressed like this, I know I can get anything that I want." She smiles, suddenly confident in her conservative choice of outfit. "Including the chance to know you."{elseif Normal_Clothes=True}Nat presses against him, crushing her breasts into Ricky's upper arm. It's warm and tingly and hot, in every sense of the word. He's looking down at her adoringly and she smiles up at him, licking her soft pink lips gently. "You just seem so nice, Ricky. I want you to feel nice, too."{endif}

"Fuck, Natalie!" Ricky cries. His hips buck under her hand, and Nat smiles, triumphant.

"Cum for me, Ricky," she croons.

"A-Aaah!" He does as he's told, going still as she jerks him and his cock spasms in her hand. Thick white ropes of cum shoot out, some landing on the table before them, a few running down his shaft to coat her hand. Nat lets out a hum of pleasure as it makes contact with her skin, sending tingles of warmth radiating up her arm{if Sluttery > 39}, and can feel herself salivating{endif}. Ricky's eyes are closed in bliss.

"Oh, damn! We have a winner, everyone! This girl can play!" Nat laughs and turns to Zoe, who's filming, clearly zoomed in on her. "Dang, Ricky, you look like that experience was otherworldly!"

Ricky laughs, coming down from his climax as Nat smiles and lets him go. "Yeah, she's uh...she's really good!"

"Goddammit, Chad!" Faith cries in frustration, rolling off his leg. "You couldn't cum any faster?!"

"I was in the Whore's mouth for a bunch and then I was out of it for a while...you can't just go on and off like that!" Chad complains. Faith pouts. "C'mon, baby, I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Whatever." Faith folds her arms and looks away, then glance to Natalie with a sigh. "Well...ok, you won fair and square. I guess you can sit with us." She smiles crookedly. "Ricky's kind of a pushover, but that was the deal."

"Hey, I'm not a pushover," Ricky protests mildly. Faith rolls her eyes.

"Welcome to the gang, Natalie.{if Slut_Clothes=True} FYI, you have got to change your clothes, though. Or at least find some better skankwear.{endif}"

Nat laughs{if Slut_Clothes=True}{if Sluttery > 59} as she tucks her breast away again{endif}{endif}. "Thanks." She returns to her seat, then looks around awkwardly - her hand is still coated in Ricky's cum.

"Oh, here. Use the Whore, that's what she's for," Faith says, nudging Macy. The other girl leans forward awkwardly and Nat extends her hand, letting Faith's Whore lick the cum from her hand through the ring gag.

"Thanks," she says to Faith.

"No prob." Now that the contest is over Faith seems to be rapidly becoming a much more chill version of herself, and she leans in with what looks like genuine interest. "So tell us about yourself, Nat."

The rest of lunch passes pretty pleasantly, despite Damian constantly complaining about his hardon. The others tell her about themselves and their summers: Irina's a competitive gymnast, apparently, and was in Russia this summer. Meanwhile Damian and his family spent their summer in Cancun, at some resort with nude staff who are paid to cater to the guests' every whim. ("You'd think it wouldn't get old, dude, but actually after the fourth time you make some cute little brown waitress ride your dick while you eat it starts to get stale.") Faith is an equestrian, a word Natalie didn't even know before. Faith explains that it means she's a competitive horse-rider, which makes it about the fanciest thing Nat has personally ever heard of. Near the end of lunch period, Chad reaches over to grab Macy by the hair, and Faith slaps his hand away.

"I'm glad it worked out the way it did, but you still lost me that contest," she tells him. "No Whore for you until after school."

"Aw, c'mon, babe!"

"You can make it three hours." Faith blows him a taunting kiss, and Nat sees Macy relax as much as her bound hands and ring gag will allow.

As the lunch bell rings, everyone gathers up their trays and begins to depart. Ricky hangs back a moment, smiling.

"Thanks for, uh...all that," he says with an embarrassed laugh. "It was cool to get to hang out a bit. Join us again sometime, will ya?"

"Of course!" Nat says, beaming. "Where are you off to next?"

"Phys Ed."

"Ah, yeah. That's last for me - I have Ethics of Sexual Life next."

"Have good one, then. See ya, Nat."

"See you, Ricky." She watches him go, heart fluttering{if Sluttery > 39} and cunt slightly moist{endif}.