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Chapter 7 by triangletoast triangletoast

Who does she sit next to

With the jocks

Lilian found an open seat in the middle of the room and looked over the papers she had taken. All the questions seemed to be topics she had already covered, a shame, as she'd always loved trying to learn new things. She then turned her eyes to the boy sitting next to her and the group of his friends that crowded around him.

He had short dirty blond hair and a fine toned body that combined with the jersey he was wearing identified him as one of the school athletes.

"Hey, I'm Lilian... but I guess I already told you that. haha" She'd hoped her laughter didn't sound too ****. With how disappointing the facility and faculty had been so far, she really needed to at least succeed in making new friends.

"Sup Lils, I'm Richard and I hope you don't mind me saying but your tits are magnificent." He grinned with a cocksure smile as some of the other boys sniggered to themselves.

Lilian wasn't sure to make of such a physical complement, she had only received them from her brother before. But so far Richard seemed quite nice, so she trusted his intentions were well placed.

"Oh, thanks." She said, blushing lightly. " I'm glad you like them!"

It felt like an odd way to reply as the words spilled from her mouth, but the affirmation of his complement seemed to delight the boys.

"Well, you don't see too many girls brave enough to come to class braless in a shirt like that" He gestured towards her tits while keeping eye contact.

"Ha I didn't mean to actually! There was a bit of an accident and I had to take it off so it could be cleaned." Lilian explained.

She had never held the attention of so many people before and felt the need to continue talking, as if they would get bored the moment she stopped.

"It's been kinda annoying because if how big they are. I've had to run around today and even with a tight shirt they still move around a lot, can get a bit painful haha" They were all staring at her chest now so she lent forward with her arms back to give them a better view of how big they were.

"Anyways, do you think I could borrow a pencil and maybe a calculator from you guys? Just for this class!" She asked

"Sur-"

"That's a big ask, considering we don't know you yet" Richard interrupted another boy of the group, raising his hand to stop him mid word. "We'll need some collateral if you want to borrow anything"

"Oh, Gosh I didn't realise." Lilian became worried she had ruined her chances because of her stupidity with social situations. Of course they wouldn't hand out their belongings to a stranger they just met, you'd have to be crazy to do that.

"But there's a problem" she continued "I forgot my bag, so all's I have with me is what I'm wearing!"

The boys eyes raised as she said this, their pulses raising with anticipation. Richard kept his stare focused and never once dropped his grin.

"That is a bit of a problem, but maybe..." He trailed off, breaking eye contact for the first time. "No, never mind it was a dumb idea"

"Please, I'm the dumb one for forgetting all my stuff. Tell me what I can do to gain you trust!" Lilian needed this to go well, she couldn't come home and tell her father the day had been a disaster.

"Well... Since all you have it your clothes, you can hand over your underwear and we'll trust you'll want em back." He turned to look back at her with a hunger in his eyes.

"Umm.. ok that makes sense, I wouldn't want to run off without them. I'll just run out to the bathroom"

"We'll need to see you take them off" He spoke with a firmness to his voice. "Otherwise how will we know they're really yours"

A flush took over Lilian. Everything he was saying made sense to her but, for some reason she couldn't quite figure out, the idea of these boys watching her take off her undergarments gave her fluttery feelings she'd never had before.

"Oh, ok" she said quietly. Then before she could think herself out of it, she bent over her chair and raised her skirt, exposing her fullback panties to the crowd.

If she had given it more thought, she might have taken them off more discreetly. Guided now not by reason, but by her new feelings, she peeled of her underwear revealing her unshaven delicates to everyone.

There was a cacophony of whispers as she handed the pair over to Richard. Can you believe it. What a slut. I've never seen a hairy cunt before. The comments only intensified the burning she felt below her stomach and the redness if her cheeks.

"You trust me now, right?"

Does he trust her?

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