Intermission Part 5

By the time that Monday finally came around, Mary's stomach felt like it had twisted up into a thousand different knots. The weekend had gone on for far too long, that was until Sunday finally came around, and she arrived at June's house. That day seemed to pass her by. What little bits of the day she could remember were... hazy and still quite heated in her mind. The few breaks that Mary and June took together in their own personal marathon consisted of a surprising amount of actual conversation; it wasn’t just endless bouts of perversion like she had expected it to be. Her teacher grilled her in her weaker moments about John and what the cheerleader knew or thought about him, and after weakening her 'resolve' a few more times throughout the day, Mary eventually spilled the beans and described him to the best of her ability.

Honestly, the little geek had become somewhat of an anomaly to the cheerleader. In the past, every experience and encounter she could remember about John had been demeaning to him in some way. He had always been painted as some kind of horrible loser with a tiny dick, and... because of how much Mary had liked Vanessa, she just accepted John to be Ashcroft’s local punching bag. When compared to the previous John she knew, he seemed so different now, it almost made it hard to remember the old image of who she thought John had been. In a way, it was like a whole other person had come in and stolen his name and identity.

A part of her also felt like someone had done the same to her own person.

While the rest of the students in her first and second hour class tried and struggled to pay attention to the lessons, Mary never even bothered. Gone was the person who carried around a clipboard and aimed to try and be the enforcer and the teacher’s pet. It didn't matter that June was her second teacher for the day; after the two of them shared a knowing look with one another at the start of class, Mary's eyes were glued and locked onto the classroom’s door. He hadn't shown up for the start of school, and he hadn't stayed after school on Friday when June had asked him to. As far as she could tell, as soon as school had ended on the previous week, John had simply just disappeared.

For some reason, the thought worried her and made her chest ache. It wasn't too far-fetched for something to have gone wrong, especially not with the crime wave that Springfield seemed to be going through. After hearing the news drone on and on about missing person alerts, various rapes, and even a shooting in the Crescent Meadows park, it seemed almost like the idea that something could have happened to John was the only thing that made sense!

She tried to push it from her mind and distract herself from that line of thinking with a couple of quick glances towards June, but even the most discreet, quick, perverted actions did nothing to scrub her thoughts clean again. She couldn't get the geek out of her mind, even after twisting her hips a couple of times on the new butt plug that June had given her. It was smaller than her old one, and shifted easily unless she kept her fleshy ring clenched tight around it, but anyone would have had that same problem. The new toy felt like it was the size of a lubed-up pea compared to the things that she had seen at June's house, and Mary had been too enamored with the ruby design at its base to turn it down, but now she was starting to regret wearing it. It moved too much for her to enjoy it, and because of its size, it didn’t even reach or tease anything deep enough to help excite her.

At the most, it was just another added threat put in place to expose her as… as some kind of pervert!

When Miss Summers had initially given Mary the toy, she had simultaneously denied her the privilege to wear any kind of underwear with it. She couldn't use jeans or shorts, she was stuck with her skimpy cheerleader outfit and **** to try and hide everything beneath the hem of her uniform’s mandatory tiny skirt. Thankfully, June didn't tease her too badly. When Mary had to get up to use the bathroom, to try and wipe away some of the wetness dripping down her thighs, her teacher freely gave her permission to leave. When she dropped a pencil or a piece of paper because she wasn't paying attention, Miss Summers was suddenly there to bend over in her stead so Mary didn’t have to move.

The part she was most thankful for was when June gave her a time limit. At the end of the day, before Mary left for cheerleader practice, she was supposed to report back to ‘Miss Summers’ so her teacher could give her back her underwear and she could do her athletic work without having to worry about flashing anybody. She just had to make it to the end of the day.

She didn't exactly know how she was supposed to do that since she wasn't able to bring herself to stop staring at the door or out the windows, but she knew she had to try. By the time that Mary's third hour class came around, John still hadn't shown up for school. She skipped out on trying to sit through some boring literature class when she realized that June would no longer be there to help her and... without thinking... went outside to sit and spy on the front steps of the school.

It-it wasn't that she wanted to talk to him... or even yell at him this time. She was just worried that something bad had happened and wanted to make sure that 'a fellow student' was okay. So she took her time and set up a spot to study within the privacy provided by a handful of nearby bushes and pulled out her phone. Again, she acted almost without thinking. Her fingers flicked across the screen like the act of risking her reputation talking to him was just as easy as it had been for her to submit to June when they got up to the teacher’s bedroom. A part of her could still smell the incense that her teacher had lit by one of her many golden statues and sculptures burning in the air.

She only managed to find his name... his number... his picture, before her other hand disappeared from sight. The one hand that she did manage to keep track of started typing before she realized what she was doing. A little pout curled across her lips as she stared at the blue bubble that popped up with her text, and then her expression abruptly changed as her other hand finally rubbed across the twinkling toy lodged in her ass. Her lips parted in a silent gasp, like a part of her was still somehow surprised to find it there, and then she bit down on her lower lip just as her fingers grabbed onto the base of her new butt plug.

{Are you okay???} Her eyes never even left the message, she just stared at it and groaned when a little alert told her that the message had been received and seen by John. The screen on her phone fogged up with her abruptly heavy breathing, but she stayed largely still, as if moving away from the spot where she had spread out across the dew-covered ground might ruin her chances for a reply. Her spare hand quickly rolled the toy around in her butt and **** another needy groan past her lips. The only thing she could make the toy do was push on the entrance to her backdoor. It was so small and short that it didn't rub against or stretch her walls out properly. It just... teased the idea of what it was supposed to do while she smeared the lube June had used to help get it in all around her ass. The extra lubrication hadn't been necessary to get the toy in, not with how small it was. It was just messy, and ‘Miss Summers’ had insisted on using it.

{Yeah, I’m okay... Why?} John replied. Another loud groan broke past her lips, and then Mary whimpered. When pushing on the toy failed to work, she tried pulling. Sure enough, the plug slipped out of her with ease. It didn't catch on her tight ring or grind against anything again. Hell, it didn't even stretch her out enough to let out a satisfying 'POP' upon being withdrawn. It just... came out, like someone was brushing against her holes with a finger rather than actually using them. It took a while to send the next message. With only one hand available and a stubbornness to keep working with the other one, she had to take her time writing.

{You aren't at school.} It wasn't a question. It was something that she felt like she shouldn't have had to explain to John. He should have been able to see the problem with that. He-

Again, another alert told her that he had received and seen the message, and then she watched as an icon appeared on the bottom of her screen whenever he was typing. Her gaze flicked up to the plain... boring image she had taken of John to associate with his number, and a shudder abruptly passed through her. Her body flipped over onto its front, mashing her poor sensitive breasts into the dirt and grass, as Mary stared at his icon and, with a sharp push, shoved the toy back in. No sound, no powerful hip-shaking thrusts associated with it... it was just back. It was in again and still too small. It wasn't enough, no matter how many more times she thrust the toy back in and out or bucked against it. Though, she certainly tried to make it work while John took forever to send his next reply. Her hips pumped back and forth with her hand, as if the movement might help, but all it did was start to shake her bare ass up into the air.

The pause continued on and on as he typing his message, dragging along for what felt like minutes until, finally, Mary set her phone down and stared at it from above. She watched as she pulled her skirt far, far up above her waist and then froze when she finally saw his message.

{...So?} That was it. He spent so long typing up a reply for her only to leave her with that... It wasn't a paragraph, a proper excuse, or a pictur- It was nothing!

Her other hand found its home at her pussy, where she tugged her lower lips open to the front of her phone and watched as a few small droplets were flicked to the glowing screen below her. She hummed into her lower lip again and idly realized that she hadn't let it go with her teeth when the vibrations made her mouth tingle painfully. She bared herself and her clit to the phone, like the first time they had sent a couple of texts back and forth to each other, and smiled when she suddenly saw her face and her own body looking back at her.

She didn't remember doing it, but she still couldn't bring herself to stop smiling when she realized that she had already starting recording herself. She just spread herself open for the camera again and began to blatantly roll her hips around as slowly as she could manage. Her hands pumped at her holes, front and back simultaneously, and for once it wasn't... teasing or unsatisfying. The one playing with the toy in her ass didn't do much for her, but every time her fingers flicked across, pulled, or playfully pinched her clit, Mary jerked in place as her touch sent little shocks trembling down her legs. She toyed with her own little bean until it was so swollen and red that it almost hurt to continue and groaned again for the video when the teasing finally became too much. Her eyes drooped and became lidded at the new charge in her libido, and when the next breeze came, her tanned skin shivered with a fresh wave of goosebumps. It didn't matter how cold it was outside; if anything, it made her all the more aware of the building wave of warmth inside her.

Her eyes slowly fell shut as she rolled her hips backwards, and her hands finally stopped teasing with a sudden jerk against her clit. She rubbed across the little bundle of nerves, slowly at first, and then began to speed up... until, eventually, her head gradually began to loll backwards. She inhaled sharply, as if trying to time her breath for a perfect, audible cry... but it came at its own pace. Eventually she had to breath back out again, and when she finally did exhale, her fingers were already flicking so quickly across her bud that it threw her forward and stole her breath away at the wrong moment. She was silenced for the video and quickly brought face to face with the screen again as her fingers finally pushed her into a situation where it was finally enough, where she could finally go over the edge…

She watched her mouth part and hang in silent shock. Her flushed, tanned, freckled features twisted up in bliss and held for a long… slow second, like she was fighting for the right to orgasm… and then barely managed a strangled whimper. It was all the noise she could give him...

...and then the bell rang. The marker for the end of class clanged so loudly that even outside of the school Mary jumped out of her stupor and her hands flew up to try and cover her chest. Her lidded eyes shot completely open as she looked around herself, and seeing no one, she looked back down at the phone and what she had been doing. It was still recording, locked on perfect precision with her own tousled hair, flushed red features, and wet lips, but she didn't let it keep going for long. A simple press to the screen with her sticky and slick fingers and the video stopped and then automatically saved without her input. She stared at her image in the phone for a few more seconds and tried to cover her chest with one of her hands when she realized how hard her nipples were. It was still blatantly clear what she had been trying to do.

At the most, Mary was able to fix her hair up again, at least enough to be passable, catch her breath, and pull her skirt back down, but it didn't help with the sheen of liquid on her thighs or hide how far her normally-inverted nipples were poking through the front of her top. They were so hard and... fat today for some reason, and she was blushing so much that she knew it would betray her state of arousal to anyone else who bothered to look at her. It didn't do much to help when she started using her skirt to wipe up her own juices... but a part of her was so used to trying to hide it that she did it instinctually.

Finally, she looked at her phone, then at her chest where her perky nipples bulged through her surprisingly tight clothing, and then stood back up again. If June could walk around without worrying about the state of her tits all the time, then Mary wasn't about to fret. At the very least, if something happened, then she could have always tried to go to Vanessa to watch her back.

The only important thing she had to worry about now was making it to Mrs. Wentworth's class on time and not sending the video to John! As daring as she may have felt that day, she wasn't about to do something that stupid. Who knows what the nerd might have done with it? She was still nervous about the last few risque photos she had sent him.

"You're late." Mrs. Wentworth was just as succinct as ever, and Mary accepted the extra work her teacher handed her as punishment without a word. She went back to her seat at the back of the classroom and smiled at Vanessa when she saw that her fellow cheerleader had kindly saved a spot for her. A part of Mary felt like the smile that Vanessa returned always seemed fake to her, but she shrugged it off as nothing. Most of the smiles passed between the other cheerleaders seemed fake to her, probably because they were. After Vanessa, Mary would have been next in line to take the position as captain, and even if they weren't always in the greatest of moods towards each other, Mary tried to be friendly to her. Vanessa... didn't always try the same.

She brushed into her own seat with a loud couple of thunks, and a smile, especially when she felt her toy moving within her... but when she sat down, there was no more movement. She finally came to a full stop in her seat and was about to turn her attention to the front of the class when she heard another clunking noise, and both Vanessa and Mary turned to look at the ground as Mary's new butt plug slowly rolled to a stop across the floor. The copious amounts of lube that had been covering it left a slimy, shiny trail behind the toy as Mary completely froze. The bitch queen, Vanessa, turned to look at her fellow cheerleader with a furrowed brow... and then a gleeful, sadistic look flashed across her face.

Before Mary could say anything, Vanessa plucked the plug off the floor. and with a flash of her phone, she took a picture and immediately began texting someone.

Unlike John, Vanessa was not texting Mary.