Lunchtime

Loraine was starting to get a little nervous. These were the jocks, Marc Laurent’s closest friends. What if this was some sort of prank? Or if all they would talk about was her nude body?

But then again, Marc seemed genuinely remorseful. And there aren’t any seats left anyway, so…

“Eyy, Dupont, how’s it going?” Asked a cheerful blonde jock.

“Survived mr. Dubois‘ English class? Man’s probably invented the buzzkill.” Followed the handsome brown haired one.

Loraine gave a friendly smile, “I know, right? He speaks so fast, he already starts his next sentence before he finished the first. Like, dude, we’re not going to learn any faster that way!”

The jocks laughed in agreement at Loraine’s statement, while a short guy walked by, pinched her ass, and ran away!

“Ow!” Yelped Loraine, shooting up from her seat, her breasts making a small jiggle. “Little jerk!”

Some of the guys started to laugh, hiding their mouths behind their hands or food. “We’ll deal with that little shit later.” Said Marc, feigning innocence,

“Anyway, Loraine- can I call you Loraine?” Marc waited till she said “sure”, then continued, “do you have any hobbies?”

“Well, I’d loved to play handball, till, you know.” She’d spoke the last part dismissively, “but I also love to hike in the forest.”

As the jocks feigned interested, another guy walked by and grabbed her ass.

“Hey, what the fuck!” She was about to get up from her seat, when one of the guys grabbed her shoulder, guiding her down.

“That asshole’s not worth it! But please, continue.”

Loraine signed with frustration, “Anyway, I also love to swim and listen to some music, especially the Rolling Stones.”

Now, a skinny guy walked by and grabbed both ass cheeks with both hands. She got up, grabbed his arm, and hold it behind his back.

“Why do you guys keep doing this?!”

“The n-note, the note.” Begged the guy.

“What?!”

“There is a note on your back!”

Loraine couldn’t move for a second. She let the guy go, felt her back, and found the “Please grope my ass” note. The jocks could no longer hold their laughter, bolstering through the room. She looked at Marc, slapped the note on his face and yelled, “I hope you fucking **** on it!” She said that with a bit more emotion than she wanted to, and stormed out of the lunch hall.

Marc’s blonde friend looked at the note on his head, and groped his ass.

“Dude, just, what the fuck?!” Yelled Marc.