School's back in session

Amy was dreading her return to school after her eventful weekend.

Her life had taken a miserable turn, pitting one disgusting event on top of another. Again and again.

Sadly she was growing accustomed to it.

The former cheerleader tried cheering herself up with a workout before school. Wearing nothing but a sports bra and dark blue yoga pants, she stretched and meditated on her current situation. She found herself smiling thinking about her new best friend, Allie. At least she made the days suck less.

Amy was caught off guard when she got a text from her friend at the tail end of her workout.

"Hey, I caught a nasty bug. Won't be at school today. Don't let anyone give you shit while I'm away."

"Aww, feel better." Amy replied.

She sighed. This meant she didn't have a ride to school today. And right on cue there was the telltale sounds of the school bus approaching.

Grumbling, she rushed to her room and threw on a pink t-shirt with a curved hem. It was a bit big for her, so it fell over her shoulder, putting her bra strap on display.

She was cranky having to ride with the perverts yet again, but she didn't have any choice since her parents were already gone for work.

Fortunately, Speedy and McGlurg left Amy alone. She was almost surprised. She sat in her seat half expecting them to make a move. Instead they just watched her from across the aisle, smirking and whispering things to each other.

She appreciated the personal space, but they were making her feel uneasy with their stares.

Amy decided to take the good with the bad. Her outfit wasn't covering very much and it would have been all too easy for someone to steal a grope. Fortunately, it was a decent outfit for the hot weather.

When she made it to class there was a moment of awkwardness seeing Mr. Larkin after their "date". The teacher was in good spirits though and he greeted her kindly as he sifted through papers on his desk.

"Hey, Amy. Have a good weekend?"

She blushed and nodded as the lewd memories came back to her. Her thighs still ached from squatting for so long and her neck was stiff from bobbing so much.

"Yeah, it was… nice." She felt gross referring to her degradation so casually, but she knew there was no point in causing a ruckus.

Students were still filing into the classroom, so Amy headed for her desk. Mr. Larkin stood up and grabbed her wrist.

"Wait. I've got something for you…" He said slyly.

She was immediately cautious. He grabbed her hand and placed a new nametag in her palm. It simply read: Amy

This simple gesture was enough to make Amy's head spin. It was neatly written and there were no dicks on it or a pair of boobs. It was just her name.

After so much ****, the simple act of calling her by her name was a big boost for her self esteem.

A big smile spread across her face. Maybe everyone else would stop calling her "Easy Amy".

"And just think what you'll get after you spread those legs for me…" The teacher slapped her ass and then sat back down.

Amy's smile faltered as his words set into her brain. She took her seat carefully. Her ass was still stinging.

The entire school day was mostly uneventful, save for the boys staring at her tits constantly or making lewd gestures towards her. Without Allie it was a bit lonely, but it wasn't completely miserable.

Amy dared to hope that maybe the worst was over. In fact the least enjoyable part of her day was on the bus ride home when she sat by the window and was joined by Sean. A dopey eyed kid, who always looked sleepy and drooled a lot.

The trip started fairly innocuous, until a wide turn sent the sleepy boy sliding over. His head fell limply on her shoulder giving him a direct line of sight with her exposed cleavage.

Amy tried to push him aside, but his weight was too much for her. She blushed as the other students giggled at her plight.

Eventually she gave up and leaned against the window. She tugged on her shirt, but the flimsy material wouldn't stay in place.

Sean's head slipped from her shoulder and he tilted over her, leaning facefirst into her cleavage.

"Wake up, please. Eww." She whined.

The boy was unresponsive and whether he was faking or actually asleep was anyone's guess.

"Come on- erm- get off me already!"

Amy tried lifting his head, but she was having trouble moving her arms in such a cramped space. She glanced around, hoping someone might intervene. Instead the children began to laugh.

She suddenly felt something warm roll down the inside of her breast. She gasped.

There was only thing it could be. The boy was drooling on her tits and she was instantly repulsed.

She jerked her arm violently and managed to get his face from between her tits. Her thin pink top was transparent in several spots so her left nipple was faintly visible as most of his drool had rolled down her breast.

Amy shoved Sean as far as she could and fanned her shirt out. She used it to mop up the gleaming saliva on her breasts. The teen felt disgusted with his warm spit on her fingertips.

"Ew. So disgusting."

Her shirt was still damp, but after a minute of wiping herself off, her tits were almost entirely dry.

She nearly cheered when the bus reached her stop. She grabbed her book bag and rushed off the bus, feeling embarrased that she her tits had been exposed to her classmates yet again.

Amy hurried up her driveway, almost tripping over the bike leaning on her porch.

"Wait a second." She stopped to examine the bike. It was light blue with a wire basket and a light attached, and two Pokemon cards were pinned to the spokes as well.

"Dammit…" Amy whispered. She recognized the bike and suddenly being home wasn't a cause to be celebrated.

Amy opened the front door quietly and stepped inside.

"Mom? Dad?"

"In the kitchen, sweetie." Her mother said.

Amy dropped her bag on the couch before slinking into the kitchen.

Her mother was rummaging through the fridge and someone Amy was hoping not to see was sitting at the dining table.

"Greg." Amy said.

"Amy." He smiled.

Amy clenched her fists.

"Greg said you two were friends. Before the… incident."

"Yeah, Mom. Great friends."

Amy spoke with grit teeth. They weren't friends at all. Greg was the nerd who would do all of her homework in return for her attention and measly rewards. It was his fault now, that Amy had repeatedly suffered on her knees for so many perverts.

Her mom was completely unaware of this. She smiled at Greg. "Well, thanks for taking the time to visit. It's nice to see Amy with her regular friends. Not…special kids, like her friend Allie…"

"Mom!" Amy snapped.

"Anywho, I'm off to my room. You kids have fun. Your father should be home soon…"

"Oh we will…" Greg raised his eyebrows.

"But not too much fun…" Amy glared.

When her mother was out of earshot, Greg patted one of the chairs.

"Come. Sit. I don't bite."

Amy rolled her eyes, but she sat down. She hated how smug he was acting.

He folded his arms and leaned forward.

"So I heard you and Randy went out the other night…"

Amy avoided his gaze. "Yeah. So?"

"So…" Greg looked unsure of himself. "Did you guys…fuck?"

"Ew! No. That'd be gross…" Her eyes shifted to the side as she remembered all the disgusting things they did instead.

Greg sighed. He giggled nervously before leaning back in his chair.

"Phew, that's a relief."

"Uh…why?" Amy was afraid to ask.

The nerd tried to grab her hand but she moved out of reach. He awkwardly tapped the table instead.

"Well… you know, I wanted to lose it to you. But like, I don't want to give it up to some slut who spreads for any bum that comes along."

"What the fuck?!" Amy wanted to smack him. She wasn't sure if she was more offended by his slutshaming or the fact he was acting like sleeping with her was a guaranteed deal for him.

He put his hands up, backing away. "I'm just being honest. I mean, if anyone gets to fuck you first, it should be me."

She was flabbergasted. "Do you think I'm some virgin nun, or something? You gonna fucking 'deflower me'?"

"Hey, keep it down," Greg didn't want to alert her mother. "I know you're not perfect. I've heard all about your busride blowjobs-"

"It happened once!"

"Right, sure. But you've had a bunch of dudes splooge in your mouth, I'm sure."

Amy folded her arms and looked away. She certainly couldn't deny it.

Greg looked disappointed. "That's okay though. I mean it's fucking disgusting, but I wasn't planning on kissing you anyway. I just want your pussy."

Amy's jaw dropped again. She couldn't believe how blatant he was.

"Excuse me? Who the fuck said anything about us having sex. Thanks to you, everyone thinks I'm a retard and my reputation is ruined."

She slammed her fist on the table. "You're lucky I'm not pounding your face in."

He was frightened by her outburst. At first. His scared expression became a confident one and he smiled evilly.

"But it could still be worse. I guarantee it."

Amy dropped her anger for confusion. "W-what do you mean?"

"Let's cut the bullshit. I can make your life even worse than it is now. I'll make it so the only job you can get is on your knees in some backalley."

She was still confused, but she didn't doubt his threats for a minute.

"Wait, hold on, let's talk about this."

The nerd shook his head. He stared at her with a cold expression.

"I'm done with being bullied. Now I'm taking what I want…"

"Greg…just calm down, what is this really about?"

"Your mouth or your pussy?"

Now she was really confused.

"W-what? What the hell, Greg-"

"Your mouth. Or your pussy. Right here. Right now. You choose. Or I'm out of here and you'll see just how bad things can get…"

Amy felt a chill. Considering everything else she had done in the past week, giving the nerd a blowjob seemed like nothing. She could feel his anger boiling just below his nerdy exterior. Maybe letting him get his dick wet would appease him and get him to take it easy on her.

She needed a moment to decide, but Greg's patience was running out…