Stacy's view from the damp

Stacy lay ruminating the next day. Ruminating and marinating in the latest offering of man-cream the boys had basted her with. A return of the fall sun had drawn them back to their outdoor sanctuary after classes, but there was a distinct feeling that this was going to be one of the last few times they could. The ground was still a little damp from the torrents over the weekend, soaking up into even the thick outdoor mats they had spread out to lounge upon. Each member of the still-without-a-better-name ‘magic orgy club’ could feel goosepimples rising over every inch of their naked bodies, in the sun or out of it. Not that any one of them would dare to suggest the re-donning of clothing yet. The very idea of having to spend time together with cheap-fabric walls between their relative forms now rankled each one’s heart to the core. Their friendship and love was bare and unhindered now. Uniforms of any kind were just the masks they wore to protect it.

They’d spent the last hour or so screwing. In one of her holes or another. In order to keep the blood flowing through shivering limbs. Stacy truly found she couldn’t feel the cold at all as long as she was basking in the glow of being invaded. She was almost certain she would be able to roll around in five feet of snow as long as Pete’s great pillar was pumping her toward or beyond orgasm at the same time. Now there was a thought to save for Christmas…

These times were important, she decided. Just lounging around with her two best friends, enjoying the subtle comforts of their company… and not so subtle uses of her body. This was what it had all been about, really. The secret longing for belonging she’d held onto for so long. Three against the world… and all that. Fucking in the face of society’s norms… It was hard to believe that not so long ago all three of them had been near paralysed with nervousness just at the thought of seeing each other’s bodies. So much had happened since then. They’d broken down so many other barriers between each other. Caught so many glimpses into a whole new world of seedy and exciting goings on.

It had been learning about Lydia’s hidden secret that had really hit home for Stacy. Had shattered her high-schooler view of how the world worked. To see one of those prim and popular princesses she thought were just born to be perfect… wet herself at the mere ask of a geography teacher. Let herself be led around by him like a lost puppy and dribble his leavings into the mouth of ‘that weird nerdy girl everyone says is a lesbian’. It made said nerdy girl consider that, perhaps, all the endless high-school social maneuvering and bitching was just empty bullshit with no effect on the real, adult, world. The adult world she was beginning to see had a lot more going on behind the scenes than she had ever even imagined… Just look how eagerly even old men like Ralph had come to her for her ‘extra little tasks’ at her work placement. How calmly Ms. Jay had taken finding her son up to his balls in his friend’s behind. How confidently Mr. Chambers had taken to groping her when he worked out she wouldn’t react. It was beginning to become clear to the horny young schoolgirl that no-one got by without a headload of twisted and raunchy fantasies. That there were only those who found a chance to play them out… and those who didn’t. She began to replay encounters with anyone else she’d ever met: and try to work out whether they were thus secretly fulfilled... or frustratedly pent up. It would explain an awful lot of the assholes in the world if they were trapped in that second category…

Stacy was certain, then and there. That she was never going to find herself constrained to such a fate. She was going to find every hidden, sordid little desire she held… and find someone else who wanted to try it with her. That was her new aim in life now. To help those in lustful need… and ease the pressure of their suffering.