She can't get Ricky to cum in time.

Moving gingerly, Nat begins to stroke and fondle Ricky's cock. She feels him twitch, and he lets out a satisfied little sigh. She glances up at him, then looks back down, blushing furiously. {if Sluttery < 20}I can't believe I'm just...jerking him off like this!{endif} She clears her throat, unsure what to do.

"So, uh. You know, you're pretty...pretty," Ricky says, and gives a little laugh. Nat chuckles too, blushing again.

"Th-Thanks. You're not bad, yourself," she says. She tries to look at him again, but she can't make eye contact. It's just too awkward. He's getting harder in her hand, but he's still not...all the way there. {if Sluttery < 20}She may not have much experience with this, but she knows that much.{endif}

"Thanks," he murmurs. "Mmmph." He adjust himself slightly in his seat, trying to get comfortable, then lets out a little hiss of discomfort as the movement makes Nat tug on him in a way that's not as pleasant.

"Sorry, sorry!" Natalie whispers, mortified. 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, what's she going to do about it? She redoubles her efforts on Ricky's cock. It's nearly at full mast, but he still seems uncomfortable.

"You know, you...you don't have to do anything you don't want to," he says quietly to her.

"What?" she glances up at him.

"I just mean...you shouldn't let Faith push you into doing anything you don't want," he says, softly enough not to be overheard. 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. "I don't need you to...do this, and you don't have to prove anything to them."

"N-no, it's ok," Nat murmurs back. "I...I want to."

"Really?"

Nat glances across the table . Fuck, Faith's fully straddling Chad's thigh now as she jerks him. That's definitely cheating! But she makes the rules...**** not to lose to this rich girl, Natalie turns back and finally makes proper eye contact with Ricky. "Really. Really. I...{if Sluttery > 30}I love cock. And {endif}I want to get better at this...{if Slut_Clothes = True}Why do you think I'm dressed like a whore?{endif}"

"Well...ok, then," he says, smiling down at her in a way that makes Nat's heart melt. "If you're sure." She can feel him swelling in her hand, and now he feels hard and firm in a way that's delicious.{if Slut_Clothes=True} He reaches into her tank top, slipping his hand into her bra cup in a way that makes her {if Sluttery < 30}gasp{else}moan{endif}. "I mean, this is a pretty slutty outfit. It's hot."{endif}

{if Slut_Clothes=True}"Th-thanks," she stammers as he runs a thumb across her tingling, hardened nipple. {endif}She feels a bit of warm, slippery liquid under her hand, and is elated to realize it's precum. I might...I might actually have a shot!

"Oh, fuck!" There's a cry from across the table, puncturing Natalie's excitement.

"Looks like we have a wiiiiiiiiinneeeeeer!" she hears Zoe cheer. Nat looks over, horrified. Faith grins wickedly, gasping slightly as she rides Chad's bucking thigh. In her hand, his cock spasms, thick white spunk spurting out to cover her hand. "I knew no one could top my girl Faith!"

"Mmmm. That's right. A real woman knows what she's doing. She's more than just a fuckhole," Faith says. She leans in and gives Chad a passionate kiss, rolling her hips slightly on him as she does. "Thanks, baby." Standing up, the Korean girl walks around the table to Nat. Natalie swallows, dropping her eyes to the floor as she releases Ricky's cock. "As for you. This better be a lesson for you, slut. Don't challenge your betters or next time? It won't just be a faceful of cum you haven to deal with." Faith steps behind Ricky and grabs her by the hair, sending a dull pain across Natalie's scalp as she pulls her head back, and smears the cum on her hand across Nat's face.

Natalie gasps. The cum tingles where it touches her skin, sending faint waves of pleasure through her. Faith continues wiping her hand off, not pausing until she's deliberately coated Natalie's face. "That's better," the girl sneers. "Now you look like the slut {if Slut_Clothes=True}you're dressed as{else}you're destined to become{endif}."

{if Ricky > 20}"Hey, c'mon Faith, leave her alone," Ricky says tepidly, groaning slightly. "She did her best. You won. Let it be."

"Shut up, Ricky," Irina says, rolling her eyes. "Just because she batted her lashes at you doesn't mean you have to be her like, white knight."

"I'm just saying."

{endif}Zoe's phone is right up in Nat's face. "So whattaya say to my gal Faith, Natalie?" she asks, grinning.

"I...I'm sorry," Natalie mutters.

"That's right, girls! Don't step to Faith here, because she is the queen of classy cockwork!" Zoe gives her audience a little wink, and Faith gives them a wave, then she signs off with a giggle. When the camera's turned off, Faith smirks and turns back to the group.

"Ricky, it looks like she barely got you hard," she exclaims. "Poor guy! You want the Whore?"

"Nah, I'm good man. I'm fine," Ricky says with a little sigh.

"Oh no, I insist. Come on, Chad'll need some recovery time anyway, it's not like she has anything better to do!"

"Well...all right, I guess. Just her throat, though."

Faith claps her hands. "You heard him, Whore! On your knees under the table." Macy obediently drops under the table and knee-walks over to him. Nat clears her throat and looks away, blushing under her coating of cum, as the other girl licks her way up Ricky's balls, then shaft, then swallows him in one go. And I don't even get to try...couldn't even jerk him off right. The embarrassment burns every bit as much as the cum on her face sends tingling heat through her body.

The conversation moves on. The rich kids completely ignore Natalie. She tries to ignore it when Ricky, breathing hard, closes his eyes mid-sentence and grasps Macy's head, pausing to pump a load of cum down the Whore's throat. Macy takes it obediently, then crawls back under the table to warm Chad's cock for the rest of the meal.

Through it all, Nat just sits there trying to gather her wits. She can't believe she was stupid enough to get into a handjob competition like that...and she can't believe she lost. And everyone saw. {if Sluttery > 30}And she kind of wants more cum, now...{endif}

The bell jerks her out of her reverie. The others are getting up and leaving all around her, pointedly paying no attention to her. Guess I won't be...a part of this friend group... As he stands to go, Ricky pauses.

"Er...you want a napkin?" he asks awkwardly.

"What?" she asks, startled by one of them suddenly acknowledging her.

"A napkin? You've still...got cum on your face."

"Oh. Oh." She blushes scarlet. "Uh. Yes. Thank you."

He nods and hands her one, and Natalie slowly wipes the cum off her face. "Sorry...about Faith. She's not so bad, really. But she takes challenges seriously."

Natalie looks down at her lap, ashamed. "Yeah. I...got that."

"Don't feel bad about this, I, like...have performance anxiety sometimes," Ricky tells her earnestly.

"You did ok with Faith's Whore," Nat says softly.

"Well..." he hesitates. "Yeah. But that was a blowjob. Totally different! And some girls just aren't handjob girls. I'm sure your pussy and ass are great. So you know...don't feel bad!"

"Thanks," she says, blushing slightly. She almost wishes he wouldn't be so nice to her. It feels like he's just being extra kind, now.

"Anyway. I'll...see you in Chem?"

"Yeah," she says softly. He nods, shuffles awkwardly for a second, then leaves. Natalie takes a few moments to gather her things, then heads out of the cafeteria.

Damian has stayed behind too, pulling a blackbanded girl into the corner where he's roughly fucking her ass. The girl is bent over a table, tongue lolling from her mouth as she moans and shrieks. "Hey, Nat! What's that sound?" He pauses theatrically for a moment, thrusting hard. The girl's moaning sounds loud in the empty room. "Oh that's right! It's the only sound you'll know how to make before the year's over!"

His laughter follows her out of the cafeteria as she hurries away, the rhythmic clapping of his thighs on the blackband's ass echoing behind her.