Look for your classmate, Gabriel

When you wrote your rules about men using you, and your friends having a special priority, you had a few people in mind. One of those people was Gabriel, a friend of yours from Physics class. You often did labs together, and you sometimes fantasised about what you would let him do to you if only he knew what he could get away with. But for various reasons, you could never work up the nerve. You'd almost say that you have a crush on him, except for the fact that he was far from the only boy you'd let play with you.

You had a good idea where you'd find Gabriel: in the hallways of the Science complex. You headed that way. As you walked in the direction of the Science complex, you got a number of both boys and girls looking at your chest. The girls tended to look up and smile knowingly at you. The boys didn't always look up: they seemed much more interested in the big eraser heads that you had poking into your shirt. Their attention kept your nipples stiff, almost aching...

As you approached the doors of the Science A building, a black-haired second-year student was exiting. He saw you approach and smiled at you wolfishly as he stood in the open door. You found yourself walking directly towards him.

"Well, look at you," he said, staring at your chest. "You look like you're having a good day," he said, gently grasping your breasts through your shirt. You gasp slightly.

"Um, actually, it's been a bit of a weird day," you say. You're not sure what to do with your hands. You find yourself holding your arms out from your body.

"How's that?" he asks. He rubs a thumb over your left nipple. Another boy leaves the building, watching black-haired boy fondling you.

"Um," you mind is nearly blank. You're finding it difficult to think about what to say. You decide to focus on the present and see how people react to the changes you brought about. "Men are treating me like a sexual object, and it's a bit intense at the moment." You feel yourself start to moisten.

"What, like the way I'm feeling you up now?" said Mr. Raven-head conversationally.

"Something like that, yeah," you reply.

"Well, if you're going to walk around with your bright headbeams on like that, people are going to notice," he says. He gives your left teat a gentle squeeze, and you gasp. "Is it making you wet?" Not waiting for an answer, he deftly undoes your button fly, and inserts a couple of fingers in your sex, somehow slipping past your panties without even trying.

"Y-yes," you stammer. You clench on his fingers. He inhales deeply through his nose and smiles at you.

You don't even know this guy. You're some combination of excited and completely mortified. A girl walks into the building with a smirk on her face. No body is doing anything.

"I'd love to take the time to have my way with you properly," says black-hair, "but I've got to go to my next class. Will I see you around here?"

You feel butterflies in your stomach. Of course you might meet this boy again! And he knows he can have his way with you. But then, he knew that already. "Yeah, probably."

He pulls his fingers out of your pussy, and brings them up to your lips. (What is with that anyway? you think as you lick your juices off of his fingers.) You see his jeans bulge noticeably at the front.

"Ah-uuuh!" he says, wagging his finger at you as he pulls it from your lips. "I see what you're looking at." He steps unnecessarily close to you, puts his arms around your waist, and pulls you close in to him, pushing his hardening member against your abdomen. "As much as it pains me, you're going to have to wait to get my cock in your mouth," he says, lifting you up and twirling you about him playfully. You make a high-pitched squeak as he spins you around, one and a half times, so that he's on the outside of the door and you inside.

"Nice to meet you, ah, what's your name?" he asks.

"tilly," you answer, feeling slightly out of your depth.

"Nice to meet you Tilly!" He says cheerfully. "See you later."

You stand slightly dumbfounded in the doorway. You're feeling a bit dizzy, and not from being spun by the still-nameless black-haired boy.

You wonder whether this is all getting a bit too intense. You can just about cope with what's happened so far. But the straight-up angry harassment in the metro was an unpleasant surprise, and when you wrote your rules, you had really been hoping to break in the changes with some friends before building up to encounters with strangers. You think for a moment about what you want.