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Nina smoothed down her pleated skirt nervously as her mom pulled up to the big, modern house.

"Here we are, sweetie," her mom said with an encouraging smile. "You're sure you don't want me to come in with you and say hi?"

"No, no, it's fine, Mom," Nina reassured her, glancing out the window at the imposing mansion. "I don't want to bother her parents or anything. I'm just going to go in."

Her mom nodded, reaching over to give Nina's hand a gentle squeeze. "Alright. Have fun, and text me if you need anything, okay?"

"Okay, thanks, Mom."

Nina took a deep breath, then opened the car door and stepped out onto the pristine pavement, swinging her backpack over one shoulder.

Nina's heart fluttered like a trapped butterfly as she stared up at Rachel Wilson's house. No, not a house, a mansion. The sleek, modern structure sprawled across a perfectly manicured lawn, its large windows glinting in the early evening sun. Two luxury cars sat in the circular driveway.

This invitation had come as a complete surprise. Three weeks ago, she'd been nobody. Just another anonymous freshman trying to navigate the labyrinth of high school social dynamics. Then, for reasons Nina couldn't fathom, Rachel and her friends had noticed her in the cafeteria.

"You're Nina Collins, right?" Rachel had asked, sliding into the seat across from her, blue eyes appraising her with interest. "You're in Mrs. Bennett's literature class? I had her last year."

And just like that, Nina had found herself adopted by some of the most popular girls in school. Every lunch period, every time they passed in the hallway, Rachel would wave her over, introduce her to people, teach her the intricate social web of Hillview High. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

Nina hesitated at the front door, then pressed the doorbell. A melodic chime echoed inside the house. Seconds later, the heavy wood door swung open, revealing Rachel in a form-fitting athleisure set, her straight black hair cascading over her shoulders.

"Nina! You made it!" Rachel exclaimed, her smile widening. "Come in, come in! Mia and Emily are already here."

Nina stepped into a foyer with ceilings that seemed to reach the sky. A crystal chandelier hung overhead, casting prismatic light across marble floors.

"Your house is amazing," Nina murmured, eyes wide as she took it all in.

Rachel shrugged, tossing her hair over one shoulder. "It's home. Come on, we're set up in the basement. It's basically our own apartment down there." She linked her arm through Nina's. "My parents are out for the weekend. Charity gala in the Hamptons or something. So we have the whole place to ourselves."

"They're gone the whole weekend?" Nina asked, surprised.

"Perks of having parents who trust you," Rachel said with a wink that suggested she might not entirely deserve that trust. "Or maybe they're just too busy to care. Either way, it works out for me."

Rachel led Nina down a tucked away staircase to a basement that was nicer than most people's entire homes. Two plush sectional couches faced a massive TV screen, a mini kitchen gleamed with stainless steel appliances, and a pool table sat in one corner.

Mia and Emily sprawled across one of the couches, both looking up and breaking into smiles when they saw Nina.

"The freshman has arrived!" Mia called out, raising a can of something that Nina couldn't identify. Her curly hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, her long legs stretched out on the coffee table.

"Hey, Nina," Emily said with a warm smile, patting the spot next to her. "Come sit. We were just talking about what we're going to do tonight."

Nina set her bag down and perched on the edge of the couch, her slim frame tense with anticipation. She still couldn't believe she was here, in Rachel Wilson's house, about to have a sleepover with girls who, just weeks ago, wouldn't have given her a second glance.

"So," Rachel said, dropping onto the couch across from them, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief, "who's ready to make this a night to remember?"

Emily clapped her hands together. "I vote we start with a classic: Truth or Dare!"

Mia groaned dramatically, falling back against the couch cushions. "So basic, Em."

"Basic doesn't mean bad," Emily defended, tossing a small decorative pillow at Mia. "Besides, it's the perfect way to get to know our little freshman better." She smiled at Nina, whose cheeks immediately flushed.

Rachel's eyes lit up with interest. "Actually, I think that's perfect." She leaned forward, her gaze fixing on Nina. "What do you say, Nina? Up for some Truth or Dare?"

Nina's stomach tightened with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Games like this always made her nervous. What if they asked her something embarrassing or made her do something humiliating? But these girls were being so nice, including her in their inner circle. The last thing she wanted was to seem like a baby.

"Sure," she said, trying to sound casual. "I'm game."

"That's our girl," Rachel said with an approving nod. "I'll go grab us some drinks first." She went to the mini bar in the corner and returned with four glasses and a bottle of something amber-colored.

"Is that...?" Nina began hesitantly.

"Relax, it's just the last of some vodka mixed with apple juice," Rachel said, pouring generous amounts into each glass. "My parents won't even notice it's missing. They've got like twenty bottles in the bar upstairs."

Nina watched as Rachel handed glasses to Mia and Emily, who accepted them without hesitation. When Rachel extended a glass to her, Nina took it reluctantly, the liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim.

"You don't have to drink it if you don't want to," Emily said, noticing Nina's discomfort. "We're not going to force you."

But Nina could feel Rachel's eyes on her, evaluative and expectant. She took a small sip and nearly coughed as the alcohol burned down her throat, barely masked by the sweetness of the juice.

"That's the spirit," Mia said, raising her glass in a mock toast. "Now, let's get this game started. I'll go first." She scanned the room dramatically before pointing at Emily. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Emily said without hesitation.

"Boring," Mia rolled her eyes. "Fine. Did you or did you not hook up with Jason at Lucy's party last weekend?"

Emily's face flushed slightly. "We just made out a little. It wasn't a big deal."

"That's not what he's been telling people," Rachel said with a knowing smirk.

Emily's eyes widened. "What? What's he saying?"

Rachel laughed. "Relax. I'm just messing with you. Your turn."

Emily took a long sip of her drink, then turned to Nina. "Truth or dare, Nina?"

Nina's grip tightened on her glass. "Um, truth?" It seemed safer than whatever dare they might dream up.

"Hmm," Emily tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Have you had your first kiss yet?"

The question was straightforward enough, but Nina still felt her face grow hot. "No," she admitted quietly. "Not yet."

"Aww, that's actually so cute," Mia said, but not unkindly.

"Everyone moves at their own pace," Emily added with a sincere smile.

Rachel said nothing, but Nina noticed how she seemed to be studying her more intently now, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Your turn to ask someone," Emily prompted.

Nina glanced around the circle, settling on Mia since she seemed the least intimidating at the moment. "Mia, truth or dare?"

"Dare," Mia said immediately, sitting up straighter. "Always dare."

Nina hesitated. She hadn't expected to have to come up with a dare, and her mind went blank. "Um."

"Come on, Nina," Rachel encouraged. "Don't be shy. The whole point is to push boundaries."

"Okay, um," Nina tried to think of something that would impress them but wouldn't be too outrageous. "I dare you to do a handstand against the wall for one minute?"

Mia burst out laughing. "Girl, that is the most innocent dare I've ever heard. But sure." She set her drink down and moved to a clear space near the wall. With impressive athleticism, she tipped upside down, her heels against the wall, her t-shirt flopping down to her chin, revealing a lacy blue bralette.

Rachel started a timer on her phone.

"You know, Nina," Emily said while Mia continued her handstand, "you're going to have to get a little more creative with these dares if you want to keep up with us."

When the timer went off, Mia gracefully flipped back down. "See? Easy." She smoothed her hair and returned to her seat, reaching for her drink. "My turn again. Rachel, truth or dare?"

"Dare," Rachel said confidently.

Mia's eyes gleamed with mischief. "I dare you to let me post whatever I want on your Instagram for the next hour."

Rachel's confident expression faltered slightly. "My Instagram? Seriously?"

"What's wrong?" Mia challenged. "Scared I'll ruin your perfect feed?"

Rachel narrowed her eyes. "Fine. But nothing that'll get me in actual trouble." She unlocked her phone and tossed it to Mia, who caught it with a triumphant grin.

"This is gonna be fun," Mia said, already tapping away at the screen.

Rachel turned her attention to Nina, her blue eyes intense. "Truth or dare, Nina?"

Nina took another small sip of her drink for courage. The alcohol was starting to make her feel a little warmer, a little braver. "Um, truth."

Rachel tilted her head. "Always taking the safe option, huh?" There was a hint of challenge in her voice. "Okay, truth it is. Who do you have a crush on at school?"

Nina's eyes widened. This was exactly the kind of question she'd been dreading. "I-um—"

"Come on," Rachel pressed, leaning forward. "Everyone has a crush on someone. Is it that guy from your biology class? The one with the floppy hair who's always hanging around your locker?"

"Tyler?" Nina squeaked. "No, it's not him."

"So there is someone," Rachel pounced on the slip. "Who is it?"

Nina stared down at her glass, wishing she could disappear into the plush carpet. "I don't really have a serious crush on anyone," she mumbled.

"That's not an answer," Rachel said, her voice taking on a slight edge. "The game is called 'Truth or Dare,' not 'Dodge-the-Question or Dare.'"

Nina could feel the weight of all three gazes on her. "I guess maybe," she scrambled to think of someone plausible. "Jamie from debate team?"

Rachel studied her for a long moment, her eyes narrowed slightly. "Fine," she finally said, though she didn't sound entirely convinced. "Your turn."

The game continued, growing progressively more intense with each round. Emily had to prank call their history teacher with a number they found online. Nina reluctantly admitted she'd once cheated on a spelling test in fifth grade. Mia demonstrated a provocative dance move she'd learned in a dance class.

Rachel texted a random summer hook-up that she was madly in love with him, with daggers in her eyes.

As her glass emptied, Nina found herself loosening up, laughing more freely at their stories and dares. The nervous flutter in her stomach had transformed into a pleasant warmth.

"Nina," Rachel said during yet another round. "Truth or dare?"

Maybe it was the drink, or maybe it was the desire to prove herself, but Nina heard herself say, "Dare." As soon as the word left her mouth, she saw a gleam of something like triumph flash in Rachel's eyes.

"I dare you," Rachel said, drawing out each word, "to show us how you touch yourself."

The room went deadly quiet. Nina's glass nearly slipped from her fingers as her body went rigid with shock. "W-what?" she stammered, certain she had misheard.

"You know," Rachel continued, her voice deceptively casual. "Show us how you masturbate. How you make yourself feel good."

Nina's face burned so hot she thought she might combust. "I-I can't do that," she whispered, eyes darting around the room, looking for support.

Emily shifted uncomfortably. "Rach, maybe that's a bit much—"

"It's just a dare," Rachel interrupted, never taking her eyes off Nina. "She can always choose to forfeit."

"What's the forfeit?" Nina asked desperately, seeing a potential escape route.

Mia laughed, the sound cutting through the tension. "Oh, those are always worse than the original dare. Trust me."

Rachel leaned forward. "If you don't want to do the dare, you have to." She paused theatrically. "Let each of us post whatever we want on your social media for the next month. And you can't delete it or explain to anyone that it wasn't you."

Nina's stomach dropped. The thought of what these girls might post, what her parents might see, what her classmates might think. It was devastating. Her social life, already precarious, would be completely destroyed.

"That's not fair," Nina said, her voice small.

"Life's not fair, freshman," Rachel replied, but there was something else in her tone. Not just cruelty, but a strange intensity, an eagerness that made Nina's skin prickle. "So what's it going to be?"

Nina looked down at her lap, her fingers twisting together. The room felt like it was spinning slightly from the alcohol, and her thoughts were muddled with confusion and embarrassment. These girls were supposed to be her friends. Why were they putting her in this position?

"I-okay," Nina finally whispered.

"Okay what?" Rachel pressed, leaning forward with a gleam in her eyes. "You have to say it, Nina."

Nina swallowed hard, her throat dry despite the drinks. "I-I'll do the dare," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I don't think we all heard that," Mia chimed in, exchanging glances with Rachel.

"I said I'll do it," Nina repeated, a little louder this time, unable to meet anyone's gaze.

Rachel smiled, satisfied. "Good girl. Now, why don't you make yourself comfortable?"

"Wait," Emily interjected, "maybe we should give her some privacy? Like, we could turn around or something?"

Rachel shot Emily a sharp look. "That defeats the entire purpose of the dare, Em." She turned back to Nina with a softer expression. "It's no big deal. We're all girls here. It's just bodies, right?"

Nina nodded mechanically, though everything inside her was screaming in protest. The room suddenly felt impossibly small, the air thick and difficult to breathe.

"Can you at least dim the lights?" she pleaded.

Rachel considered this for a moment, then nodded, reaching for a remote on the coffee table. The bright overhead lights dimmed to a soft glow. "Better?"

It wasn't, not really, but Nina nodded again, grateful for even this small concession. She drew a shaky breath and shifted on the couch, her hands trembling.

"Just pretend we're not even here," Mia suggested, but there was an undeniable curiosity in her expression that made such pretense impossible.

Nina closed her eyes briefly, trying to gather what little courage she had left. The alcohol buzzed in her system, making everything feel slightly surreal, as if this were happening to someone else. With halting movements, she reached down and slowly lifted the hem of her tennis skirt, revealing the cotton fabric of her underwear.

"That's it," Rachel encouraged, her voice dropping to a lower register. "Don't be shy."

Nina's cheeks burned with humiliation as she slipped her hand beneath the waistband of her underwear. She kept her eyes fixed on a point on the far wall, unable to look at any of her companions.

"Are you actually doing anything under there?" Mia asked skeptically after a moment. "We can't actually see anything with your hand just sitting there."

"Give her a minute," Rachel said, a strange blend of impatience and something else in her tone. "She's new at this."

Nina bit her lip hard as she began to move her fingers in small, hesitant circles. She'd done this before, of course, alone in her bed with the door locked, but never like this. Never with an audience, never under scrutiny. It felt wrong, invasive, yet some small, confusing part of her was starting to light up with arousal.

"Is that how you usually do it?" Rachel asked, her voice closer now. Nina realized with a jolt that Rachel had moved to sit beside her. "Because it doesn't seem like you're enjoying it much."

Nina's breathing quickened, partly from embarrassment and partly from the tingling sensations her body was beginning to register despite the circumstances. "I-I don't know," she stammered.

The basement fell silent except for Nina's increasingly uneven breathing. Her fingers moved with more purpose now, focusing on that sensitive bundle of nerves that sent electric currents through her slender frame. Despite her mortification, her body was responding as warmth pooled between her legs.

"That's better," Rachel murmured, her blue eyes intent on Nina's flushed face. "Look at you starting to enjoy yourself."

Nina's eyes fluttered shut as her middle finger circled her clit with growing confidence. The wet sounds became audible in the hushed room, making her cheeks burn hotter, but she couldn't stop now. Each stroke sent shivers up her spine, the forbidden nature of the act, performed in front of these older girls, adding a forbidden thrill she'd never experienced during her private moments.

"Spread your legs more," Rachel instructed, her voice husky. "Let us see what you're doing."

To her own surprise, Nina complied, parting her thighs wider. The movement caused her skirt to ride up further, exposing the rhythmic movements of her hand beneath the thin cotton of her underwear.

"Take those off," Mia suggested, leaning forward on the couch opposite them. "You'll have better access."

Nina hesitated only briefly before hooking her thumbs into the waistband and sliding her underwear down her slim legs. The cool air hit her exposed pussy, already slick with arousal, and she gasped softly.

"Fuck," Mia whispered, her eyes wide. "Look how wet you are."

Nina whimpered at the crude observation, but it sent another pulse of arousal through her. She was being watched, examined, as she touched her most intimate parts, and some newly awakened part of her was reveling in it.

Her fingers returned to their work, now dipping lower to gather the slickness before returning to her clit. She rubbed faster, more deliberately, her breathing becoming shallow and ragged.

"Have you ever put your fingers inside?" Emily asked, her own face flushed as she watched.

Nina shook her head, unable to form words as pleasure built within her.

"Try it," Rachel suggested—no, commanded. Her hand came to rest on Nina's bare knee, the touch sending goosebumps across Nina's skin. "Start with one."

Trembling, Nina slid her middle finger lower and tentatively pressed it against her entrance. She'd never penetrated herself before, had been too nervous to even try tampons yet, but now, with Rachel's firm hand on her knee and all three pairs of eyes focused intensely on her most private act, she pushed inside.

"Oh!" she gasped, feeling the tight squeeze of her inner walls around her digit.

"That's it," Rachel encouraged, her hand moving slightly higher on Nina's thigh. "How does it feel?"

"G-good," Nina managed, her hips beginning to move of their own accord, rocking against her hand. "Really good."

She was fully exposed now, her skirt bunched around her waist, her knees spread wide as she fingered herself. Her free hand gripped the couch cushion tightly, anchoring herself as the sensations intensified.

"Add another finger," Mia instructed, her own breathing noticeably quicker.

Nina complied, whimpering as she stretched around two fingers. The slight burn quickly gave way to pleasure as she began pumping them in and out, her thumb finding her clit to circle it simultaneously.

"Look at you," Rachel whispered, her lips close to Nina's ear now. "You're a natural. I bet you're close already, aren't you?"

Nina nodded, her head falling back as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level. Her small breasts heaved beneath her pink sweater, nipples hardened to sensitive peaks that rubbed against the fabric with each desperate movement.

"I can't-I'm going to—" she gasped, feeling the familiar tightening low in her belly, but stronger than she'd ever experienced alone.

"Let us see you come," Rachel demanded softly. "Don't hold back."

The permission (or was it an order?) pushed Nina over the edge. Her back arched as she cried out, her inner walls clamping down on her fingers rhythmically. Waves of intense pleasure washed over her as she bucked against her hand, her wetness coating her fingers and dripping onto Rachel's expensive couch.

"Fuck, that's hot," Mia breathed, watching as Nina's orgasm rippled through her small frame.

Nina's eyes opened halfway, dazed and glazed with pleasure, to find all three girls staring at her with various expressions of arousal and fascination. The realization that they had witnessed her most intimate moment, had watched her come apart completely, sent an aftershock of pleasure through her sensitized body.

As the waves subsided, clarity began to return. Nina slowly withdrew her fingers, glistening with her own wetness, suddenly unsure what to do with them.

Rachel took Nina's wrist gently, guiding the girl's hand toward her. Before Nina could react, Rachel brought those slick fingers to her own lips and sucked them clean, her blue eyes never leaving Nina's wide, shocked gaze.

"Sweet," Rachel pronounced, releasing Nina's wrist. "Just like I thought you'd be."

"Rachel!" Emily scolded, rolling her eyes.

Nina trembled, her breathing still uneven, caught in a storm of conflicting emotions. Embarrassment, lingering pleasure, and a new, unfamiliar feeling of power. They had wanted to watch her. They had been affected by watching her. And despite the humiliation, despite being manipulated into this vulnerable position, some part of her had reveled in their attention, their desire.

"I..." Nina began, not knowing how to finish the sentence.

"That was quite a show, freshman," Mia said with an appreciative nod. "Honestly, didn't think you had it in you."

Emily handed Nina a tissue, her expression a mix of concern and something darker. "You okay?"

Nina took the tissue, cleaning herself with shaking hands. "I think so," she whispered, though she wasn't entirely sure what "okay" meant anymore.

Rachel's hand still rested on her thigh, her thumb now making small circles on Nina's bare skin. "I knew you'd be special," she murmured, so quietly that perhaps only Nina could hear. "The moment I saw you in the cafeteria, I knew."

Nina met Rachel's intense gaze, something unspoken passing between them. For the first time, she recognized hunger in those blue eyes.

"Whose turn is it now?" Emily asked, breaking the charged moment. Her voice sounded strained, higher than usual.

"Mine," Rachel said without looking away from Nina. "But I think we deserve a little break first. Nina, why don't you come help me get some snacks from upstairs?"

Before Nina could respond, Rachel was already standing, extending her hand. Nina hesitated only briefly before taking it, allowing Rachel to pull her to her feet. She quickly adjusted her skirt, acutely aware that her underwear still lay discarded on the floor.

"Don't be too long," Mia called after them, a knowing edge to her voice. "Or we might have to come find you."

As they ascended the stairs, Nina's legs felt wobbly, her body still humming from her intense orgasm. Rachel's hand remained firmly clasped around hers, guiding her up and then through the main floor of the house to the kitchen.

The kitchen was enormous, all gleaming stainless steel and pristine marble countertops. Rachel released Nina's hand to open the refrigerator, the harsh light illuminating her profile.

"You surprised me down there," Rachel said casually, pulling out a tray of cut fruit. "I didn't expect you to be so into it."

Nina gripped the edge of the counter, steadying herself. "I didn't either," she admitted, her voice small but steady. "I've never—not with anyone watching."

Rachel closed the refrigerator door with her hip, placing the fruit tray on the massive kitchen island. "There are paper towels over there," she said, nodding toward a holder near the sink. "If you want to clean up a bit."

Nina nodded gratefully and moved toward the sink on unsteady legs. She tore off a sheet of paper towel and dampened it slightly under the faucet. With her back to Rachel, she lifted her skirt and began to gently wipe between her legs, removing the sticky evidence of her arousal.

The cool, damp paper against her sensitive flesh made her shiver. She was still puffy there, still tingling from the intensity of her orgasm. As she dabbed carefully at her inner thighs, she became aware of a prickling sensation at the back of her neck. The unmistakable feeling of being watched.

Nina glanced over to find Rachel standing much closer than before, her eyes fixed on Nina's exposed lower half. There was no pretense now; Rachel was openly studying her.

"You've got a pretty little pussy," Rachel said softly, making no effort to look away. "Perfect."

Nina quickly turned back, her face burning. She dropped the paper towel in the trash and washed her hands thoroughly, trying to regain some semblance of composure. The soap smelled like expensive citrus, and she focused on that, on the simple act of running water over her fingers, rather than Rachel's explicit compliment still ringing in her ears.

"I should get the rest of the snacks," Rachel said, moving to a cabinet and pulling out a serving tray. She loaded it with the fruit, a bag of expensive-looking chips, and a few chocolate bars. "Can you grab that bottle of vodka? The one in the corner."

Nina hesitated only briefly before picking up the bottle. It felt transgressive, carrying alcohol through someone else's house, but after what had just happened downstairs, this seemed like a minor rebellion.

When they got back to the basement, Mia and Emily were hunched over a phone, giggling at something on the screen. They looked up when Rachel and Nina entered, their expressions suddenly conspiratorial.

"Finally. We were about to send a search party," Mia said, tucking the phone away. They said they'd be here in forty-five minutes."

Nina froze halfway to the couch, the vodka bottle clutched in her hands. "They? Who's coming over?" Panic bloomed in her chest as she realized she was still without her underwear, exposed beneath her tennis skirt. She didn't see them on the floor anywhere.

Rachel set the tray down on the coffee table casually. "Just some friends."

"I need my underwear," Nina insisted, her voice pitched higher with anxiety. No one answered her. "Please, where did you put them?"

Emily at least had the decency to look slightly uncomfortable, but she just shrugged. "I don't have them."

"Neither do I," Mia said with a smirk. "Maybe they grew legs and walked away."

Nina turned to Rachel, desperation in her eyes. "Rachel, please. If people are coming over, I want to be covered."

Rachel approached her, taking the vodka bottle from her and setting it down on the coffee table. "Nina, relax. It's not a big deal. Nobody's going to know unless you tell them." She brushed a strand of hair from Nina's face, her touch lingering. "Besides, we're doing makeovers next. You'll be changing, anyway."

"Makeovers?" Nina repeated, momentarily distracted.

"Makeovers," Rachel confirmed, her eyes lighting up with renewed enthusiasm. "Every sleepover needs a fashion show. Come on, we'll head up to my room. I've got tons of stuff you can try on."

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Before Nina could protest further about her missing underwear, Rachel was ushering her toward the stairs, with Mia and Emily following behind.

"You know, Nina, pink really is your color," Mia commented as they climbed the stairs. "Inside and out. Guys would kill for this view"

With a soft gasp, Nina held the hem of her skirt down, her face burning with humiliation. She heard Emily giggle behind her and quickened her pace, desperate to reach the top.

Rachel led them down a hallway to a set of double doors, which she pushed open to reveal her bedroom. It was exactly what Nina would expect from a rich popular girl. A king-sized bed with a tufted velvet headboard, plush carpet, a massive walk-in closet, and a private bathroom. Everything was decorated in shades of white and pale blue. Tasteful, but clearly expensive.

"Welcome to my domain," Rachel announced, heading straight for the closet. The other girls made themselves comfortable, Mia sprawling across the bed while Emily settled onto a cushioned window seat.

Nina stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, painfully aware of her missing underwear and vulnerable position.

Rachel emerged from the closet with an armful of clothing. "I still have some of my old stuff from, like, seventh grade," she said, eyeing Nina's petite frame critically. "These might actually fit you since you're so tiny."

The comment stung more than it should have. Nina was sensitive about her size, her late development compared to other girls her age, her small breasts, her slim hips. To be compared to a seventh-grader when she was finally a high school student felt like salt in an open wound.

"I'm not that small," she protested weakly.

"You kind of are," Mia chimed in, rolling onto her stomach to watch. "But it's cute. Like a little doll."

"A doll we get to dress up," Emily added, her eyes bright with interest.

Rachel laid several outfits on the bed. "Let's start with this," she said, holding up a short, sparkly dress that might have been appropriate for a middle school dance. "Arms up."

Nina hesitated. "I can dress myself—"

"That takes all the fun out of it," Rachel interrupted, already moving to pull Nina's pink sweater up over her head before she could object further.

Nina found herself standing in just her bra and tennis skirt, arms instinctively crossing over her chest. Her simple white cotton bra felt childish and plain compared to the bright blue lace she'd seen on Mia earlier.

"That needs to go too," Rachel said, pointing at the bra. "This dress has built-in cups."

"I-in front of everyone?" Nina whispered.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "After what you just did downstairs? This is nothing. Besides, we're all girls here."

Reluctantly, Nina reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, keeping her eyes fixed on the carpet as she slipped it off. The cool air pebbled her small nipples, and she heard a soft whistle from Mia.

"Cute little titties," Mia remarked. "They fit your frame."

Before Nina could decide whether that was a compliment or not, Rachel was already pulling the dress over her head. The fabric slid down her body, hugging what few curves she had.

"Now the skirt," Rachel instructed.

Nina's hands trembled as she reached up under the dress to unzip her tennis skirt and let it fall to the floor, standing now in just the sparkly dress that barely reached mid-thigh.

"Turn," Rachel commanded, making a circular motion with her finger.

Nina obeyed, turning slowly in place while the three older girls appraised her.

"Not bad," Emily assessed. "The color brings out her eyes."

"It's too juvenile," Rachel decided, already reaching for another outfit. "Let's try something less Disney Channel.

"Off with that one," Rachel instructed, already holding up the next option. A black minidress that looked impossibly small.

Nina hesitated, her fingers clutching the hem of the sparkly dress. She had nothing on underneath, nothing at all to hide her. "Can I change in the bathroom?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

"God, just take it off." Mia rolled her eyes. "We've literally seen it all."

Heat flooded Nina's cheeks as she pulled the sparkly dress up over her head, desperately wishing she could disappear. Standing completely naked in front of three pairs of evaluating eyes, she wanted to curl into herself. No one had seen her fully nude since she was a little kid. She hugged her arms around herself, attempting to cover up.

"Don't get shy now," Rachel said, her voice dropping to something honeyed and dangerous. She pulled Nina's protective arms away from her body, holding her wrists at her sides. "God, your skin really is perfect. No fair."

Emily nodded in agreement, her gaze lingering on the slight curve of Nina's hips. The attention felt both terrifying and electrifying, making Nina's skin tingle.

Rachel released her wrists to help her into the black dress, the cool, stretchy material clinging to every inch of her body like a second skin. Nina tugged it down, but it barely covered her butt.

"Hot, but no," Mia said after considering it for a moment.

"Yeah, too slutty," Rachel agreed, already pulling the dress up by the hem. "Arms up."

Nina sighed but complied, growing slightly less self-conscious with each change. The girls continued to comment freely on her body as she tried on outfit after outfit. A crop top and shorts combo that Mia declared made her look "jailbait hot," a bodycon dress that Emily said was "trying too hard," and a romper that Rachel immediately vetoed because it "made her ass look flat."

"This is the one," Rachel finally announced, pulling out a pale pink slip dress with delicate spaghetti straps. The silky material caught the light as she held it up. "It's sweet, but not childish."

Nina took the dress gratefully, tired of being paraded around in outfits that made her feel either too exposed or too infantilized. She slipped it over her head, and the cool satin settled against her skin like water. It fell to just above her knee, modest compared to the previous options but still feminine and pretty.

"Oh," Emily said softly, her expression genuinely appreciative. "That's perfect."

Nina turned to look at herself in Rachel's full-length mirror. The dress hugged her slender frame gently, emphasizing what subtle curves she did have. The color brought a warmth to her complexion, making her dark eyes seem larger and more luminous. For the first time that night, she actually felt pretty rather than just on display.

"It suits you," Rachel agreed, coming up behind Nina and resting her hands on the smaller girl's shoulders. Their eyes met in the mirror. "Sweet, delicate. Just like you."

Nina blushed at the compliment, a small smile forming on her lips. "Thank you."

"We need to add some accessories," Emily suggested, joining them at the mirror. "Maybe those pearl earrings you got for your birthday, Rach?"

Rachel nodded, moving to her jewelry box. "And we should do her makeup. Nothing heavy, just enough to enhance what's already there."

Mia sprawled across the bed, watching with a lazy smile. "Our little doll is going to be the belle of the ball."

"What ball?" Nina asked, confused. "Who's coming over, anyway?"

The three older girls exchanged glances, something unspoken passing between them.

"Figure of speech," Rachel said lightly, returning with a pair of delicate pearl studs. "Here, try these on."

Nina accepted the earrings, still feeling like she was missing something important. As she put them in, Rachel began brushing her long brown hair, the gentle strokes soothing despite her lingering anxiety.

"You have great hair," Rachel murmured. "Very thick and shiny."

"Thanks," Nina replied, relaxing slightly under Rachel's attention. "My mom says it's my best feature."

"Your mom's not wrong, but she's not entirely right either," Rachel said, her fingers threading through Nina's waves. "You have lots of beautiful features."

The compliment warmed Nina from the inside, helping her forget momentarily about the embarrassment of the truth or dare game and her still-missing underwear. For this moment, she could pretend this was just a normal sleepover with friends who genuinely liked her.

Emily approached with a makeup bag, instructing Nina to close her eyes. "Just a little mascara and some gloss," she explained. "You don't need much."

As the older girls fussed over her, Rachel arranging her hair in loose waves over her shoulders, Emily applying a touch of makeup, even Mia getting up to help select a simple gold tennis bracelet to complete the look, Nina felt a confused blend of emotions. There was still embarrassment from earlier, still wariness about their intentions, but also a flutter of pleasure at being the center of their attention, at being transformed by their hands into someone who might actually belong in their world.

"There," Rachel finally declared, stepping back to admire their work. "Perfect."

Nina looked at herself in the mirror again, barely recognizing the girl who stared back. She looked a little older somehow, more sophisticated, yet still unmistakably herself. The dress complemented her slender frame, the minimal makeup enhanced her natural features, and the simple accessories added just enough polish without overwhelming her.

"Wow," she breathed, turning slightly to see herself from different angles.

"Wow is right," Mia agreed, nodding appreciatively. "Our freshman cleans up good."

"You look beautiful, Nina," Emily said sincerely.

Rachel's eyes met Nina's in the mirror again, that same possessive gleam flickering in their blue depths. "You're going to turn heads tonight."

Nina's moment of contentment faltered. "Tonight?"

A soft chime echoed through the house before Rachel could answer. The doorbell.

"Perfect timing," Rachel said, a smile spreading across her face. "They're here."

Nina's stomach dropped. "Who's here?" she asked again, her voice tightening with anxiety.

Mia hopped off the bed with sudden energy. "Finally! I was starting to think they were going to bail."

Emily placed a reassuring hand on Nina's shoulder. "Don't worry, it's just a few friends. No big deal."

"But I don't-I'm not—" Nina struggled to articulate her panic. She was dressed up like a doll in borrowed clothes with no underwear beneath the thin slip dress. She wasn't prepared to meet new people, especially not after everything that had already happened tonight. "My underwear," she whispered urgently to Emily. "I really need them back."

Emily's expression softened slightly with sympathy, but she shook her head. "Sorry, Nina. I actually don't know where they ended up." She lowered her voice. "Just be careful how you sit and you'll be fine."

"Come on," Rachel called from the doorway, impatience edging her tone. "Don't be rude, Nina. We have guests."

Nina followed reluctantly, taking careful steps to keep the dress from swishing too high around her thighs. Her heart hammered in her chest as they descended the stairs, the voices in the foyer growing louder.

As they rounded the corner, Nina saw three guys standing in the entryway, all clearly upperclassmen. One she recognized immediately as Brandon Martinez, the captain of the swim team, a tall senior with broad shoulders and tousled brown hair. The other two were vaguely familiar from the hallways at school, but she couldn't place their names.

"Ladies," Brandon greeted them with a grin, his eyes sweeping over each girl before landing on Nina. His eyebrow raised slightly. "And who's this?"

Rachel's arm slid around Nina's waist, pulling her forward. "This is Nina. She's our special guest tonight."

Nina felt herself being appraised, Brandon's eyes lingering on the way the silk dress clung to her small frame. She fought the urge to cross her arms over her chest or tug at the hem of the dress.

"Nina," Brandon repeated, stepping closer and extending his hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Brandon, and these guys are Ryan and Carter."

Nina shook his hand tentatively, acutely aware of how warm and large his palm felt against hers. "Hi," she managed, her voice smaller than she intended.

"We were just about to head back down to the basement," Rachel announced. "I've got drinks, snacks, music, everything we need for a proper party."

"Sounds good to me," Ryan said, already moving toward the basement door. Carter followed, giving Nina a friendly nod as he passed.

Brandon, however, lingered. "That's a pretty dress," he told Nina, his gaze direct. "Really cute."

"Thank you," she murmured, unsure how else to respond.

Rachel's arm tightened around her waist. "I picked it out," she informed Brandon. "Doesn't she look sweet? Like something you just want to unwrap carefully?"

Nina's cheeks flamed at the suggestive tone, but Brandon just laughed. "You always did have good taste, Rach."

As they headed toward the basement, Nina found herself caught between Rachel and Brandon, her anxiety mounting with each step. This wasn't at all what she had expected from her first sleepover with the popular girls. She'd imagined movies and gossip, maybe some mild rule-breaking with the alcohol, but not whatever this was rapidly becoming.

"Rachel," she whispered as they reached the top of the basement stairs, "I don't think I should—"

"It's going to be fun," Rachel interrupted, her voice pitched low for Nina's ears only. "Trust me. These guys are cool, and they're going to absolutely adore you." She paused, her blue eyes holding Nina's gaze intently. "Especially looking like this."

The basement had been transformed in their absence. Someone, probably Emily or Mia, had dimmed the lights again and turned on the sound system, filling the space with low, pulsing music. The snacks and drinks were arranged on the coffee table, and the large sectional couches now seemed like the centerpiece of what was rapidly becoming less of a sleepover and more of a party.

Nina walked carefully down the stairs, hyper-aware of Brandon just behind her. She could almost feel his gaze on her back and the thought made her grip the railing tighter.

"Make yourselves comfortable," Rachel called out to the guys, waving toward the couch. "I'll fix everyone a drink."

Nina hesitated before sitting, remembering Emily's advice about being careful. She chose a spot on the sectional, crossing her legs at the ankle, and arranging the dress to cover as much as possible.

Brandon settled beside her, closer than she would have preferred. "So, Nina," he began, his arm stretching across the back of the couch behind her, not quite touching. "Rachel hasn't mentioned you before. Are you new to Hillview?"

"Yeah," she replied, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "I'm a freshman."

"Freshman?" Brandon's eyebrows rose slightly. "I was thinking sophomore."

Nina wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not. "Thank you? I think?"

He laughed, a warm, genuine sound that made her relax just a fraction. "Definitely a compliment. I'm surprised Rachel and her crew adopted a freshman. They're usually pretty exclusive."

Before Nina could respond, Rachel appeared with two cups, handing one to each of them. "Here you go."

Nina took the cup cautiously, sniffing at the contents. It smelled stronger than the earlier vodka and juice. "What is it?"

"Just try it," Rachel urged, her eyes glinting with challenge. "It's sweet. You'll like it."

With everyone watching, Nina felt she had little choice. She took a tentative sip and was surprised to find it was indeed sweet, the alcohol barely detectable beneath layers of fruit flavor. "It's good," she admitted.

"Told you," Rachel smiled, satisfied, before moving away to distribute more drinks.

The party quickly settled into a rhythm. Mia turned the music up louder and conversation flowed more freely as everyone nursed their drinks and had some snacks. Nina sipped hers slowly, determined to maintain her composure, but the warmth was already spreading through her limbs, making her feel looser, less anxious about her predicament.

"Truth or dare was pretty intense earlier," Emily commented from across the coffee table, where she sat close to Carter. "We should play something else now."

Nina could feel her ears burning.

"Spin the bottle?" Ryan suggested with a smirk.

Mia rolled her eyes. "So middle school."

"Seven minutes in heaven?" Carter offered.

"Getting warmer," Rachel said, settling on the other side of Nina so that she was effectively sandwiched between Rachel and Brandon.

Rachel reached for the empty vodka bottle on the coffee table from earlier, placing it in the center. "How about this: we spin, but instead of just kissing, the spinner gets to ask the person it lands on to do something. Anything." Her blue eyes glinted in the low light. "And they have to do it. No chickening out."

"So like truth or dare, but without the truth option," Ryan said, taking a long drink from his cup. "I'm in."

Nina shifted uncomfortably, the thin pink dress suddenly feeling like insufficient armor. She'd already been through one round of dares tonight, with mortifying results. The thought of playing again, especially with these older boys involved, sent a wave of anxiety through her.

"I don't know if—" she began quietly, but Rachel's hand landed on her bare knee, squeezing lightly.

"You'll play, won't you, Nina?" Rachel asked, her voice sweet but her eyes holding a clear warning.

Nina felt trapped. Refusing would mean alienating her new friends, maybe even getting sent home in disgrace. And despite everything, some desperate part of her still wanted to be accepted, to be part of their world.

"Okay," she whispered, taking another sip of her drink for courage.

"That's our girl," Rachel smiled, her hand lingering on Nina's knee a moment longer before she turned to address the group. "I'll go first, to show how it's done."

She reached forward and spun the bottle with a flick of her wrist. It rotated several times before slowing to a stop, pointing directly at Ryan.

Rachel's smile widened. "Perfect. Ryan, I want you to shotgun a beer."

Ryan grinned, already standing. "Easy." He went to the mini fridge, pulled out a beer, and within moments had punctured the can with his keys and was downing the contents as beer spilled over his chin and shirt. The guys cheered him on while Emily and Mia laughed.

"Your turn," Rachel told him as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Ryan spun, and the bottle landed on Carter. "Take off your shirt and do thirty pushups," Ryan commanded.

Carter complied without hesitation, pulling his t-shirt over his head to reveal a surprisingly toned chest. He dropped to the floor and knocked out the pushups while Mia whistled appreciatively.

Carter's turn landed on Mia, who was dared to demonstrate her favorite sexual position using one of the throw pillows. She performed with enthusiasm, grinding against the pillow in a way that made Ryan and Brandon hoot with approval while Nina watched with wide eyes, her cheeks burning.

When Mia spun, the bottle pointed at Emily. "I dare you to give Carter a lap dance," Mia announced with a wicked grin.

Emily, already flushed from her drinks, laughed and stood up. "Someone change the music to something I can actually dance to."

Ryan quickly switched the playlist to something with a heavier beat, and Emily began to move her hips, approaching Carter with exaggerated seduction. She climbed onto his lap and writhed against him for a full minute while he gripped the couch cushions, clearly affected by her performance.

Nina watched all of this with a mixture of fascination and dread. The dares were escalating quickly, becoming more explicitly sexual with each turn.

"My turn," Emily said breathlessly after finishing her dance. She spun the bottle, and Nina felt her stomach drop as it gradually slowed, finally stopping to point directly at her.

Emily's eyes gleamed. "Nina. I dare you to—" she paused, considering, "sit on Brandon's lap for the next three rounds."

It seemed tame compared to what the others had done, which was small comfort as Nina hesitantly stood up. Brandon grinned, patting his thighs invitingly. With a deep breath, she carefully lowered herself onto his lap, painfully aware of her lack of underwear.

She tried to keep her weight off of his legs, but Brandon's hands came to rest on her hips, pulling her firmly down against him.

"Relax," he whispered near her ear, his breath warm. "I don't bite. Unless you want me to."

Nina squirmed slightly at his words, which only made her more conscious of his body beneath hers. She could feel the firmness of his thighs, the warmth of him through the thin material of her borrowed dress.

"Your turn to spin," Rachel reminded her, her eyes tracking every movement between Nina and Brandon.

Nina leaned forward carefully to reach the bottle, painfully aware of how the movement pressed her backside more firmly against Brandon. She gave the bottle a tentative spin, watching anxiously as it rotated before finally landing on Carter.

"Um," she hesitated, not sure how far to go with her dare. "I dare you to chug the rest of your drink."

"Weak," Mia commented with a roll of her eyes.

"Come on, Nina," Rachel scolded. "You can do better than that. Carter, ignore that dare. Nina's going to think of something more interesting, aren't you?"

Put on the spot, Nina floundered. "I don't know."

"How about this," Rachel suggested, leaning closer. "Carter, I dare you to take a body shot off Emily."

Carter grinned. "Now we're talking."

Emily laid back on the ottoman, lifting her shirt to expose her stomach. Ryan poured a shot of vodka into her navel while Mia placed a slice of lime between Emily's lips. Carter lowered his head, sucking the vodka from Emily's belly button before moving up to take the lime from her mouth, their lips connecting in the process.

"See?" Rachel said to Nina. "Way more fun."

Carter spun next, landing on Brandon. Given their position, this meant Nina was included by default.

Carter's eyes gleamed with mischief as he considered Brandon, Nina perched on his lap. "I dare you to feel up the girl on your lap for thirty seconds."

Nina stiffened, but Brandon's big hands were already sliding to her hips. One moved upward toward her ribcage while the other settled on her bare knee, just below the hem of her dress. His touch was warm and confident, as if he'd done this countless times before.

"Relax," he murmured against her ear again. "Just go with it."

His palm traveled higher, fingers skimming the side of her small breast through the silky fabric. Nina's breath caught in her throat as he cupped her gently, a fingertip brushing across where her nipple was beginning to harden traitorously against the material.

"Count it down," Carter instructed Mia, who began a theatrical countdown from thirty.

Brandon's other hand slid incrementally higher on her thigh, his fingertips tracing small circles on her sensitive skin. Nina was acutely aware of everyone's eyes on them, watching as this older boy explored her body.

"Fifteen seconds," Mia announced.

Brandon grew slightly bolder, his hand slipping beneath the dress to rest on her upper thigh, dangerously close to where she was most exposed. His other hand continued to massage her small breast, occasionally pinching her nipple lightly through the dress.

"Time's up," Mia finally called, though Nina thought she might have rushed the last few seconds.

Brandon's hands stilled but didn't immediately withdraw. "Your turn to spin," he told Nina, his voice lower than before.

With trembling fingers, Nina reached forward and spun the bottle. It rotated several times before landing on Rachel, who smiled like she'd been waiting for this moment.

"I dare you..." Nina began hesitantly.

"Make it good," Brandon encouraged, his hands still resting possessively on her body.

"I dare you to..." Nina searched for something that wouldn't be too extreme but would satisfy the group, "kiss Mia. Like, a real kiss."

Rachel raised an eyebrow, seemingly amused by Nina's dare. "Better." She stood and crossed to where Mia sat, straddling her friend's lap with practiced ease.

The two girls embraced, their lips meeting in what was clearly not their first kiss together. What started as performative quickly became genuine as Rachel's fingers tangled in Mia's curly hair, their mouths opening to deepen the kiss. Nina watched, mesmerized by their confidence, the easy way they displayed such intimacy for an audience.

When they finally separated, Rachel looked to Nina. "Like that?"

Nina could only nod, suddenly aware of Brandon's reaction beneath her. She could feel a distinct hardness pressing against her backside now, leaving no doubt about his arousal.

Rachel returned to her spot and spun the bottle with a deliberate flick of her wrist. Nina watched with growing dread as the bottle slowed and finally pointed directly at her.

A slow, predatory smile spread across Rachel's face. "Perfect."

"Wait," Emily interrupted. "Nina's been on Brandon's lap for three rounds now. Technically the dare is over."

"You're right," Rachel acknowledged. "Nina, you can return to your seat now."

Relief washed through Nina as she carefully extracted herself from Brandon's lap. The loss of contact was immediate, cool air replacing his warmth, the pressure of his arousal no longer pressing against her.

As she turned to reclaim her original spot on the couch, a collective intake of breath made her freeze.

"Oh my god," Mia said, her eyes wide and fixed on Nina's backside.

Nina twisted to look behind her, her heart nearly stopping when she saw it, a small but unmistakable damp spot on the back of her pale pink dress, right where she had been sitting on Brandon's lap. The silky material had betrayed her, clearly showing the evidence of her arousal.

"Looks like someone enjoyed getting groped a little too much," Ryan snickered.

Mortification crashed over Nina in waves. She wanted to disappear, to sink through the floor, to be anywhere but here with these older students staring at the physical proof of her body's reaction.

"I-I didn't—" she stammered, her hands flying back to cover the spot.

"Don't be embarrassed," Rachel said, though her tone held more satisfaction than sympathy. "It's natural. And besides..." She gestured at the visible bulge in Brandon's jeans, "you weren't the only one affected."

Brandon didn't seem bothered by his obvious arousal or Nina's predicament. If anything, his smile widened. "Take it as a compliment and I'll do the same," he told Nina with a wink.

Nina finally managed to sit, tucking the dress carefully beneath her, her face burning with humiliation.

"Now, about my dare," Rachel continued smoothly, as if nothing unusual had happened. "Nina, I dare you to let Brandon finger you for one minute."

The room went silent. Even through her embarrassment, Nina registered that this dare had crossed a line that even the others seemed surprised by.

"Rachel," Emily said hesitantly, "That's a bit—"

"It's my dare," Rachel cut her off, her blue eyes fixed intently on Nina's flushed face. "And Nina's going to do it, aren't you, Nina? Unless you want to forfeit and face the consequences."

Nina swallowed hard, her mouth dry despite the drinks she'd consumed. The logical part of her brain screamed at her to refuse, to leave, to call her mother to come get her. But another part wavered. The part influenced by alcohol, by the approval she so desperately craved from these popular students, by the confusing new feelings her body had been experiencing all night.

"What's the forfeit?" she asked in a small voice.

Rachel's smile curved like a blade. "If you forfeit, I'll post about tonight on Instagram. About how the sweet little freshman got so wet just from sitting on a guy's lap that she soaked through her dress. Everyone at school will see it by morning."

Nina closed her eyes briefly, weighing her options. Neither choice was good. Either let this older boy touch her intimately while everyone watched, or become the subject of humiliating gossip throughout the entire school. It would follow her for the next few years, ruining everything before she even had a chance.

"Fine," she whispered, opening her eyes. "I'll do it."

Brandon's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Clearly, he hadn't expected her to agree. But he recovered quickly, sliding to his knees in front of her.

"One minute," Rachel specified, already checking her phone to time it. "And Nina has to spread her legs so we can all see what's happening."

Nina's heart hammered wildly in her chest as she slowly uncrossed her legs and parted them slightly. Brandon reached for the hem of her dress, pushing it up to her hips in one smooth motion.

"Holy shit," he breathed, his eyes widening. "She's not wearing anything underneath."

"Seriously? Shit." Ryan leaned forward for a better look. "No wonder she leaked through her dress."

Nina squirmed under their collective gaze, instinct telling her to close her legs, to cover herself. But something else fluttered in her stomach at their reactions. Their surprise, their obvious arousal, their undivided attention. All of it directed at her.

"Remember," Rachel said, her voice tight with some unidentifiable emotion, "one minute. Starting now."

Brandon's hand moved between Nina's thighs, his fingers brushing lightly through her exposed folds. Nina gasped at the contact. So different from her own touch earlier, so much more intense. His fingers were larger, rougher, more confident as they explored her.

"You're so wet," he murmured, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Nina whimpered as one of his fingers circled her entrance before pushing inside. The intrusion was foreign but not painful. Her arousal had prepared her body despite her mind's reservations.

She was vaguely aware of the others watching intently. Mia's parted lips, Ryan's hungry stare, Emily's flushed cheeks and pursed lips, Carter's hand adjusting himself through his jeans. But it was Rachel's gaze that felt most penetrating, those blue eyes blazing with something heated as she watched Brandon's finger disappear inside Nina.

Brandon added a second finger, stretching her more fully, his fingers much bigger than her own. Nina couldn't suppress a moan. Her hips moved instinctively, rising to meet his thrusting fingers. Any pretense of reluctance was rapidly dissolving as pleasure built inside her, stronger even than what she'd felt during her self-pleasuring earlier.

"Look at her," Mia said, her voice hushed with something like awe. "She's loving it."

And Nina was. Some distant part of her mind registered shock at her own response. At how quickly she'd gone from mortified to aroused, at how much she enjoyed being the center of attention, at how the knowledge that they all desired her in different ways sent a thrill through her veins.

Brandon's other thumb found her clit, circling it in time with his pumping fingers, and Nina's back arched involuntarily. She was getting close, embarrassingly close, after less than a minute of his touch.

"Ten seconds," Rachel announced, her voice strained.

Nina's eyes fluttered open to find Rachel staring directly at her, that strange hunger unmistakable now. There was something like jealousy there, but also fascination, desire. A complex cocktail of emotions that Nina couldn't fully decipher in her pleasure-addled state.

"Five, four, three, two, one," Rachel counted down. "Time's up."

Brandon's hand stilled, but he didn't immediately withdraw his fingers. "You want me to finish you off?" he asked Nina

Her body thrummed with need, hovering at the precipice of release. Nothing mattered in that moment except reaching that peak, feeling that intoxicating rush of pleasure again.

"Yes," Nina breathed, the word escaping her lips before she could reconsider.

Brandon grinned, clearly pleased with her response. "You heard her," he said to the group, his fingers resuming their skilled movements inside her. "The lady wants to come."

Nina let her head fall back against the couch, abandoning any remaining pretense of reluctance. Her hips moved in rhythm with Brandon's thrusting fingers, chasing the sensation that was building rapidly within her. Every inhibition had dissolved, washed away by alcohol, desire, and the heady thrill of being wanted.

"Look at her," Ryan commented, his voice rough with arousal. "Who knew the shy, little freshman was such a slut underneath?"

His words should have stung, should have shocked her back to reality, but instead they only intensified Nina's pleasure. There was something intoxicating about shedding her good-girl image, about taking these older kids by surprise.

"That's it," Brandon encouraged as he curved his fingers inside her, finding a spot that made Nina gasp sharply. "You're so close, I can feel you tightening up."

Nina's legs fell wider apart, no longer concerned with modesty. She was vaguely aware of the others shifting closer, watching her most intimate moment with undisguised fascination. Emily was breathing heavily, one hand resting on Carter's thigh. Mia had her bottom lip caught between her teeth, eyes dark with desire. Ryan was openly palming himself through his jeans.

But it was Rachel who commanded Nina's attention as the pleasure built to its peak. Rachel, whose blue eyes burned into her. Rachel, who had orchestrated this entire scenario, who had pushed Nina past her boundaries and into this new, confusing, exhilarating territory.

"Eyes on me," Rachel commanded softly, and Nina found she couldn't look away. Their gazes locked as Brandon's fingers worked faster, his thumb circling her sensitive clit with perfect pressure.

The tension inside Nina suddenly snapped. She cried out, her back arching as waves of intense pleasure washed over her. Her inner walls clamped down on Brandon's fingers as she rode out the orgasm, more powerful than the one she'd experienced earlier that night.

"Fuck," Brandon muttered, clearly affected by her response. "That's so hot."

Nina collapsed back against the couch, breathing heavily, her body still trembling with aftershocks. Slowly, awareness of her surroundings returned. The basement, the group of older kids, her position with legs spread wide, dress bunched around her waist, Brandon's fingers still nestled inside her.

But instead of shame, she felt something unexpected: power. They all wanted her. They all desired her.

As Brandon carefully withdrew his glistening fingers, making a show of licking them clean to appreciative catcalls from the others, Nina realized something fundamental had shifted within her.

The room hummed with tension as Nina adjusted her dress, smoothing it back over her thighs. Her body felt different somehow. Looser, more sensitive, awakened to possibilities she hadn't considered before tonight. The other teens watched her with new eyes, their previous condescension replaced with something more primal.

"My turn to spin," Brandon announced, reaching for the bottle. It rotated several times before pointing at Ryan.

Brandon grinned. "I dare you to take a shot of vodka directly from Carter's mouth."

The dare released some of the sexual tension in the room as Ryan and Carter performed the task with exaggerated disgust, vodka dribbling down their chins while the girls laughed. Nina found herself laughing too, still riding the strange high of her public climax.

Ryan wiped his mouth and grabbed the bottle for his turn. It spun and spun before landing squarely on Mia.

"Hmm," Ryan considered, eyeing her thoughtfully. "I dare you to give Nina a hickey. Right where everyone can see it."

Nina's hand instinctively went to her neck, but she didn't protest as Mia moved toward her with a predatory smile.

"Hope you've got some good concealer, freshman," Mia teased, settling beside Nina on the couch.

Mia's mouth was warm against Nina's neck, her lips soft. Nina tilted her head to provide better access, her eyes drifting to Rachel, who never looked away. The feel of Mia sucking firmly on her sensitive skin sent pleasant shivers down Nina's spine.

Mia pulled back, giving Nina's neck a little lick. She admired her work with satisfaction. "That'll be there for a while," she announced.

Nina touched the tender spot, inexplicably glad to have a visible mark of the night

Mia took her turn spinning, and the bottle pointed at Rachel. "Perfect," Mia said with a gleam in her eye. "I dare you to stick the neck of this bottle inside our little freshman's pussy. Just for a minute."

The room went completely still. Even in the haze of alcohol and arousal, Nina registered that this dare represented another escalation.

Rachel's expression was unreadable as she considered the dare. Her eyes flicked from the bottle to Nina and back again. "You up for that?" she asked, her tone casual.

The question surprised Nina. She knew what answer Rachel wanted, wondered why she would ask for Nina's opinion. She looked at the bottle, its narrow neck wasn't much thicker than Brandon's two fingers had been.

The room waited for her answer. For the first time that night, Nina felt a strange sense of control. They wanted this. Wanted to see her take the bottle, wanted to witness it.

"Yes," she decided, that newfound power humming through her veins. "Okay."

Rachel nodded, reaching for the empty vodka bottle. She examined it carefully, running her finger around the rim to ensure there were no sharp edges. "Lie back," she instructed Nina, her voice taking on that commanding tone again.

Nina reclined against the couch, her head supported by plush cushions. With deliberate movements, she lifted the hem of her pink dress, exposing herself to the room for the third time that night. The cool air against her still-sensitive flesh made her shiver slightly.

Rachel knelt between Nina's parted legs, bottle in hand. Their eyes met, a silent communication passing between them. Despite the audience, this moment felt strangely intimate, as if Rachel was reclaiming something that had been temporarily given to Brandon.

"Tell me if it hurts," Rachel said softly, positioning the smooth neck of the bottle against Nina's entrance.

Nina nodded, her breathing shallow with anticipation. She was still so slick from before, which helped as Rachel gently pressed the bottle forward. The glass felt cool and unyielding compared to fingers, but it slid in without resistance, the narrow neck easily accommodated by Nina's aroused body.

"Holy shit," Carter muttered, leaning forward for a better view.

"That's so fucking hot," Ryan agreed, his voice strained.

Brandon watched from right beside them with intense focus, palming his erection.

Mia leaned closer, her eyes fixed on where the bottle disappeared into Nina. "Push it in a little more," she suggested to Rachel. "She can take it."

Rachel complied, easing the bottle deeper until the neck was fully inserted, the wider part stretched against Nina's opening. "You good?" she asked, her blue eyes never leaving Nina's pussy.

"Yes," Nina breathed, surprised by how full she felt, by how the hard glass pressed harder against sensitive spots inside her than fingers could.

Slowly, Rachel began to move the bottle, withdrawing it slightly before pushing it back in. The sensation was strange but not unpleasant, the smooth glass gliding easily with Nina's abundant wetness.

Emily checked her phone. "Forty-five seconds."

Nina's hips began to move of their own accord, rising to meet each gentle thrust of the bottle. Rachel's movements became more confident, establishing a rhythm that had Nina gasping softly. The knowledge that everyone was watching, that her most intimate reactions were on display, only heightened her arousal.

"Look at her," Mia whispered. "She's going to fucking come again."

Nina felt it building, somehow different from the previous ones. The unyielding glass pressing firmly against her inner walls created a unique pressure, a fullness that intensified with each careful thrust, that grew as Rachel tilted the neck up to press against something electrifying.

"Fifteen seconds," Emily announced, her own cheeks flushed with arousal as she watched.

Rachel's free hand moved to Nina's exposed thigh, her thumb tracing gentle circles on the sensitive skin. "You're doing so well," she murmured, just loudly enough for Nina to hear. "So beautiful like this."

The praise, combined with the steady movements of the bottle and the weight of everyone's gaze, pushed Nina closer to the edge. Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the silk dress.

"Five seconds," Emily counted down.

Rachel gave the bottle one final, deeper thrust, angling it slightly upward again, and Nina's world exploded into pleasure. Her back arched off the couch as she cried out, her inner muscles clamping down on the glass. Waves of intense sensation washed over her, stronger even than her previous climaxes.

"Time," Emily said weakly, clearly affected by what they'd all witnessed.

As Nina's body trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm, Rachel made no move to withdraw the bottle. Instead, she crawled up, her body gliding over Nina's smaller frame until their faces were inches apart.

"You're amazing," Rachel whispered, her eyes dark with desire. Then, before Nina could respond, Rachel closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to Nina's in a surprisingly gentle kiss.

Nina gasped against Rachel's mouth. This was her first kiss. It wasn't how she had imagined it would be, lying on a couch with a vodka bottle pushed inside her and an audience watching. But as Rachel's lips moved against hers, coaxing them apart, Nina found herself responding instinctively, her hands reaching up to tangle in Rachel's hair.

The kiss deepened, Rachel's tongue sliding against Nina's with practiced skill. At the same time, Rachel's hand returned to the bottle, giving it a slight thrust that made Nina moan into her mouth.

"Fuck," Ryan's voice broke through Nina's haze of pleasure. "That's the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Rachel finally pulled back from the kiss, leaving Nina breathless and dazed. Their eyes locked for a moment, something possessive and satisfied in Rachel's gaze, before Rachel slowly withdrew the bottle from Nina's body. The loss of fullness made Nina whimper softly.

Brandon shifted closer, his eyes dark with undisguised lust. "My turn," he announced, his voice rough with need as he took the bottle from Rachel's hand, setting it back on the coffee table and giving it a spin.

Nina remained sprawled on the couch, her dress still bunched around her waist, her body flushed and sensitive from multiple orgasms. She felt dreamy, disconnected. Alcohol and pleasure combining to create a surreal haze where consequences seemed distant and unimportant.

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The bottle spun lazily before stopping, pointing directly at Ryan. Brandon's lips curved into a smile as he glanced between Ryan and Nina.

"I dare you," Brandon said slowly, deliberately, "to fuck the little freshman right here, right now."

The basement fell silent. Even through her pleasure-drunk haze, Nina registered the shift in energy. This was crossing into territory beyond anything that had happened so far. Sex. Actual sex. Her virginity.

A part of her mind whispered warnings: she barely knew these people, this wasn't how her first time was supposed to be, it wasn't even Brandon's turn, she will regret this tomorrow. A thousand pieces of advice about peer pressure, waiting until marriage, how a good girl behaves. But that voice was faint beneath the roaring current of new sensations. The lingering pleasure in her body, the intoxicating feeling of being seen and desired.

"What do you say, Nina?" Ryan asked, already standing, his arousal evident through his jeans. "You up for it?"

Nina's eyes drifted around the room. To Emily's flushed, but worried face, to Mia's excited little grin. To Rachel, whose expression was intense. Hungry.

"Yeah," Nina heard herself say, the word floating from her lips as if from someone else entirely. "Yes."

Ryan didn't waste any time. He moved between her spread legs, unfastening his jeans and pushing them down along with his boxers. His erection sprang free, larger and more intimidating than Nina had expected. A flicker of nervousness cut through her haze.

"She's so fucking wet already," Ryan commented as he positioned himself at her entrance, dragging up and down. "This is gonna be easy."

He pressed forward, the blunt head of his cock stretching her more than fingers or the bottle had. Nina gasped at the pressure, the slight burn as her body struggled to accommodate him.

"Slow down," Rachel commanded sharply. "She's a virgin. Be gentle."

Ryan paused. "For real? You're a virgin?"

Nina nodded, unable to form words as she adjusted to the new sensation of being filled.

A look of unexpected tenderness crossed Ryan's features. "I'll go slower," he promised, easing forward with more care now.

Nina closed her eyes, focusing on the stretch, the fullness, the strange pleasure-pain of being opened like this for the first time. Ryan moved in careful increments, pushing a little deeper with each gentle thrust until he was fully seated within her, their bodies joined completely.

"Holy shit," he breathed. "You're so tight. Fuck."

Nina opened her eyes to find everyone watching intently. This final barrier being crossed, this ultimate intimacy being shared in front of them all. The knowledge that they were witnessing her first time, that they could see Ryan's cock disappearing inside her, her pussy stretching around him, sent a fresh wave of arousal through her body.

"Move," she whispered, her hips shifting restlessly beneath him. "Please."

Ryan needed no further encouragement. He began to thrust, slowly at first, then with increasing tempo as Nina's body accommodated him more easily. Each stroke sent sparks of pleasure radiating through her, different from the focused intensity of fingers or the bottle, more all-encompassing.

"Look at her taking it," Mia commented, her voice husky with arousal. "Like she was made for this."

Nina moaned in response. Maybe she was.

Brandon moved closer, his hand reaching to push Nina's dress up higher, exposing her little breasts. "Let's see the rest," he murmured, pinching one hardened nipple between his fingers.

The dual sensations, Ryan thrusting inside her, Brandon teasing her sensitive nipples, had Nina gasping, pleasure building rapidly toward yet another climax.

Rachel's eyes never left Nina's face as Ryan's pace increased. His movements becoming more urgent, Nina's moans more unrestrained. There was something new in Rachel's gaze, not just arousal or jealousy, but something like pride, as if Nina's transformation tonight was her personal achievement.

"I'm getting close," Ryan warned, his rhythm faltering slightly. "Fuck, you feel amazing."

"Inside," Rachel said, her voice deeper than Nina had ever heard it. "Come inside her"

Rachel's words, the command, the permission, sparked something primal within Nina. The thought of Ryan finishing inside her, filling her, sent an unexpected jolt of arousal straight to her core. Combined with Brandon's skilled fingers teasing her sensitive nipples, it was too much.

"Oh god," Nina cried out, her back arching as her fourth orgasm of the night crashed through her. Her inner walls clamped down on Ryan's cock in rhythmic pulses, intensifying the sensation for both of them.

Ryan groaned, his control shattered by the feel of Nina's body squeezing him. "Fuck, I'm coming," he gasped, his hips slamming forward one final time as he buried himself to the hilt. Nina felt it. the pulsing of his cock inside her, the warmth of his release filling her.

For several moments, they remained locked together, both breathing heavily. Then Ryan carefully withdrew, his softening cock sliding free with a wet sound that seemed impossibly loud in the quiet basement.

Nina lay sprawled on the couch, dazed and trembling, as a trickle of Ryan's come began to leak from her. The physical evidence of what had just occurred, of her virginity taken in front of an audience, of a boy coming inside her without protection, should have horrified her. Instead, some primitive part of her felt a perverse satisfaction, a carnal pride.

"My turn," Brandon said immediately, already unfastening his jeans. His cock sprang free, thicker than Ryan's, eager, red, and ready.

Nina's eyes widened. Despite her body's relaxed state, despite the multiple orgasms, the sight of another erection aimed at her sent a fresh wave of desire through her exhausted system.

"Hands and knees," Brandon instructed, his tone brooking no argument. "I want to take you from behind."

With shaky limbs, Nina complied, rolling over and pushing herself onto all fours on the couch. Her pink dress bunched around her waist, fully exposing her backside and her freshly-fucked pussy, still dripping with Ryan's come.

From this position, Nina had a view of the others from a large mirror on the wall. Carter was stroking himself through his pants. Emily watched with wide eyes, her hand clenched on Carter's thigh. Ryan had collapsed into an armchair, his expression dazed but satisfied, still staring at Nina's pussy.

But it was Mia who captured Nina's attention. Mia had a hand down her shorts, touching herself. "Don't mind me," she said with a shameless grin when she met Nina's eyes through the mirror. "Just enjoying the show."

Rachel sat directly behind Nina, her eyes locked on Nina's face as Brandon positioned himself behind the freshman.

"Ready for round two?" Brandon asked, running his hands over Nina's small, firm ass. Without waiting for a response, he lined himself up and pushed forward, entering her in one smooth stroke.

Nina gasped at the renewed fullness. She was so slick with arousal and Ryan's come, making Brandon's entry quick despite his greater girth. He filled her completely, stretching her in ways Ryan hadn't.

"Fuck, you're still so tight," Brandon groaned, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he began to thrust.

Each powerful thrust pushed Nina forward on the couch, forcing her to brace herself with locked arms. Her small breasts swayed beneath her, sensitive nipples brushing against the silky material of her borrowed dress. The new angle allowed Brandon to penetrate even deeper, hitting spots inside her that made her vision blur.

Mia's movements beneath her panties became more frantic as she watched. "This is so fucking hot," she murmured, her free hand moving to pinch one of her own nipples through her top.

Brandon's pace increased, his hips slapping against Nina's ass with each thrust. The obscene, wet sounds of his cock pushing through Ryan's come and Nina's arousal filled the basement, along with Brandon's grunts and Nina's increasingly desperate moans.

"Look at her," Brandon said to the room, one hand sliding up Nina's spine to tangle in her long brown hair. "Freshman's a natural fucking porn star."

The crude praise sent another wave of twisted pleasure through Nina. She was a good girl, a straight-A student. Shy, sweet, little Nina. But tonight she had become something else entirely.

Brandon tightened his grip in Nina's hair, pulling slightly so her spine arched and her face lifted back toward him. "You like this?" he asked, his voice rough with exertion. "You like being fucked like this, with everyone watching?"

"Yes," Nina gasped, immediately, no longer capable of shame or hesitation. "Yes."

Her confession seemed to ignite something in Rachel, who crossed to sit close by on the couch. "Who do you belong to tonight, Nina?" she asked, her voice soft but commanding, running and hand through Nina's hair, chasing Brandon's hand away.

The question confused Nina's pleasure-addled brain. Belong to? She was being fucked by Brandon, had just been taken by Ryan—

"All of us," Brandon answered for her, punctuating his words with a particularly deep thrust that made Nina cry out. "She belongs to us tonight."

But Rachel shook her head slowly, her gaze never leaving Nina's flushed face. "No," she said with quiet certainty. "She's mine. I found her. I brought her here. I'm letting you enjoy her."

The possessiveness in Rachel's voice, the claim she was staking, sent a confusing thrill through Nina's body. She wanted to please Rachel, wanted her approval, wanted to be worthy of that intense focus.

"Yours," Nina whispered, the word tumbling from her lips before she could consider its implications. "I'm yours, Rachel."

A smile of satisfaction spread across Rachel's face. She nodded once stroking Nina's cheek, an acknowledgment of Nina's surrender, then said to Brandon: "Make her come again. I want to see her face when she breaks."

Brandon needed no further encouragement. He shifted angles slightly, one hand reaching beneath Nina to find her swollen clit. The stimulation, his thick cock hitting that perfect spot inside her, his fingers circling her sensitive bud, quickly pushed Nina toward the edge once more.

Behind them, Mia was approaching her own climax, her movements beneath her panties becoming erratic as she watched Nina being thoroughly taken. "Fuck, I'm going to come just watching this," she moaned, her head falling back.

Emily had given up some pretense of restraint and was now openly caressing Carter through his pants while he watched the scene unfold. Ryan, despite having just finished, was showing signs of arousal again as he observed Brandon's powerful thrusts into Nina's small body.

The basement had become a tableau of desire, all of it centered on Nina.

"I'm close," Brandon grunted, his rhythm intensifying. "Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up. Fuck you full."

The crude promise, combined with the relentless stimulation, sent Nina hurtling over the edge. Her arms gave out as pleasure crashed through her in devastating waves, her upper body collapsing onto the couch while her hips remained caught in Brandon's firm grip.

"That's it," Rachel encouraged, holding Nina by the chin, watching her face contort in ecstasy. "Let go completely."

Nina's clamped down on Brandon's cock, triggering his own release. With a deep groan, he thrust forward one final time, emptying himself inside her already-filled pussy. Nina whimpered at the sensation of being filled again, at the knowledge that she now had two loads of come inside her.

As Brandon carefully withdrew, another stream of mingled fluids trickled down Nina's inner thighs. She remained in position, too exhausted to move, her body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

"She's a mess," Mia observed, her own breathing heavy as she recovered from her orgasm. "Completely wrecked."

"Beautiful," Rachel countered, running a hand down Nina's back, sending shivers all over. She gently moved Nina, helping her roll over onto her back on the couch seat, her head in Rachel's lap. With unexpected tenderness, Rachel smoothed Nina's sweaty hair away from her flushed face. "Beautiful, baby."

Nina looked up at Rachel through half-lidded eyes, her body utterly spent, her mind floating in a pleasant haze. The cautious freshman who had arrived hours ago seemed like a different person entirely, a stranger from another lifetime.

"Carter," Nina called softly, her voice hoarse from moaning. She beckoned him with a weak gesture. "You're the only one who hasn't—"

Carter hesitated, glancing at Emily beside him. Their relationship status was unclear to Nina, but there seemed to be something between them that gave him pause.

"You want my permission?" Emily asked with a raised eyebrow. "If I had a dick, I'd definitely be taking a turn. She looks amazing."

"Don't be the only one missing out, man," Ryan encouraged from his armchair. "Trust me, she feels incredible."

"Once in a lifetime opportunity," Brandon added, wiping his dick off with a decorative throw.

Carter's hesitation dissolved as he looked at Nina, splayed on the couch with her dress rucked up around her waist. He rose and moved toward her, unfastening his jeans with trembling fingers.

"I've got you," Rachel murmured.

Nina looked up gratefully at Rachel as Carter positioned himself between her spread thighs. She was sore now, sensitive from the previous two, but it was a good soreness that still left room for more. She needed this, needed all three boys to take her, to make her complete.

"Are you sure?" Carter asked, showing more consideration than the others had. His cock pressed against her entrance, so slick with combined fluids.

"Yes," Nina whispered, her eyes drifting shut. "Please."

Carter pushed forward slowly, groaning as her warmth enveloped him. "Fuck," he breathed. "Even after both of them, you're still so tight."

Nina winced slightly. She was definitely feeling the effects of her first sexual experiences, but the discomfort quickly melded with pleasure as Carter established a gentle rhythm, more considerate than his friends had been.

Rachel continued to cradle Nina's head, one hand stroking her cheek, brushing away the tears of overstimulation that leaked from the corners of her eyes. "Just breathe," Rachel instructed softly. "You're almost there. Just one more."

There was a tenderness in Rachel's touch that surprised Nina. Throughout the night, Rachel had been manipulative, even cruel, orchestrating Nina's downfall with calculated precision. But now, as Nina lay utterly vulnerable, Rachel showed a gentleness that felt genuine.

Carter's hips moved with increasing urgency, his control slipping as the pleasure built. "I'm not going to last long," he admitted. "Feels too good."

Nina's body responded automatically, her hips rising to meet his thrusts despite her exhaustion. She was beyond thought now, operating purely on instinct and sensation.

"I'm coming," Carter warned, his rhythm faltering as he reached his peak. With a stifled groan, he buried himself deep inside Nina's pussy and added his release to the mixture already filling her.

Nina whimpered softly, still teetering on the edge of another orgasm but not quite reaching it as Carter carefully withdrew. Her body felt used, tender, overwhelmed, yet still somehow wanting.

Rachel seemed to sense her need. She leaned down and pressed her lips to Nina's in a soft, almost reverent kiss. "Baby," she whispered against Nina's mouth. "You did beautifully."

The praise washed over Nina like warm water, soothing something deep within her. She had pleased Rachel. She had been good.

Rachel gently eased out from under Nina's head, replacing her thighs with a cushion. "Just one more thing," she said, positioning herself between Nina's spread legs where Carter had just been.

Nina watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Rachel surveyed the mess between her thighs. The mingled come of three different boys leaking from her swollen, well-used pussy. Instead of disgust, Rachel's expression held fascination, desire.

"What are you—" Nina began, but her question dissolved into a shocked moan as Rachel lowered her head and licked a slow, deliberate stripe through Nina's folds.

"Holy shit," Mia breathed, moving closer to watch. "Rach is really going for it."

Ryan and Brandon exchanged impressed glances while Carter collapsed onto a nearby chair, still recovering from his own climax.

Rachel didn't seem to care about their audience. Her focus was entirely on Nina as she lapped at the combined fluids, her tongue deftly finding Nina's sensitive clit.

"Oh god," Nina gasped, her hands instinctively tangling in Rachel's sleek black hair.

The sensation was different from anything else that night, softer, more precise. Rachel's tongue worked with skillful determination, cleaning away the evidence of the boys' use while simultaneously building Nina toward one final peak.

"Emily, you're going to miss it," Mia called out, but Emily was already heading for the bathroom.

"I can't take it anymore," Emily announced, her cheeks flushed. "I'm going to rub one out before I explode. In private."

Rachel increased her efforts, her hands gripping Nina's thighs to keep them spread wide as she focused her attention on Nina's oversensitive clit. Nina's body trembled, exhaustion warring with rising pleasure.

"I can't-I don't think I can—" Nina panted, unsure if her body was capable of one more release.

"Yes, you can," Rachel murmured harshly against her flesh. "One more. For me."

Those words pushed Nina over the edge. Her last orgasm of the night was different from the others: softer, gentler, more like a wave lapping at shore than a tsunami. She shuddered quietly, her fingers tightening in Rachel's hair as the pleasure washed through her worn-out body.

When the last pulses subsided, Nina lay boneless and utterly spent. Rachel placed one final kiss on her inner thigh before rising, her lips and chin glistening with the evidence of her ministrations.

"Up you go," Rachel said softly, helping Nina to sit. "Think you can walk?"

Nina nodded weakly, though she wasn't entirely certain. Her legs felt like jelly, her body simultaneously heavy and weightless. Rachel slipped an arm around her waist, supporting her as they stood together.

"We're going upstairs," Rachel announced to the others. "Don't trash the place while we're gone."

"Take care of our girl," Mia called after them with a lazy salute. "She's earned her rest."

With small, shuffling steps, Nina allowed Rachel to guide her toward the stairs. The climb was arduous, each step requiring concentrated effort from her exhausted muscles. The cool air against her bare legs reminded her that her dress was still bunched awkwardly around her waist. With clumsy fingers, she pushed it down, though the fabric was hopelessly wrinkled and stained.

"Almost there," Rachel encouraged as they reached the main floor and continued toward the grand staircase leading to the bedrooms.

By the time they reached Rachel's room, Nina was trembling with exertion. Rachel led her to the en suite bathroom and had her sit on the toilet.

"Try to pee if you can," Rachel instructed, her tone unexpectedly practical. "You don't want a UTI."

Nina blinked up at her, too exhausted to feel embarrassed at this point. "A what?"

"Urinary tract infection," Rachel explained, turning to the sink to give Nina some privacy. "Trust me, it's not fun. I'll go grab something for you. Go ahead and clean up a bit if you want."

Nina nodded, grateful for both the advice and the moment alone. As Rachel left the bathroom, Nina relieved herself, wincing at the slight burn. She felt tender everywhere, inside and out. Using some toilet paper, she cleaned away the sticky evidence of the night's activities from her inner thighs, marveling at how much there was.

When Rachel returned, she carried a small pill case and a large glass of water. "Take these," she said, shaking out three pills into her palm. "This white one is Plan B. The other two are just ibuprofen."

Nina accepted the pills with trembling fingers, suddenly hit by the gravity of what had happened. Unprotected sex with three different boys. She could have gotten pregnant. Could have contracted something. Through the haze of pleasure and alcohol, reality was beginning to reassert itself.

"I didn't think about—" she began, her voice small.

"I know," Rachel interrupted, her tone firm. "That's why I'm thinking about it for you. Take them."

Nina placed all three pills on her tongue and accepted the water glass Rachel handed her. She took a small sip, just enough to swallow the medication.

"All of it," Rachel instructed firmly. "You need to hydrate after that."

Too tired to argue, Nina dutifully drank the entire glass, the cool water soothing her parched throat. When she finished, Rachel took the empty glass and set it aside.

"Come on," she said, helping Nina stand again. "Let's get you into something comfortable."

Rachel led her back into the bedroom and to the large walk-in closet. She rummaged through a drawer before producing a soft oversized t-shirt. "Arms up," she instructed.

Nina obediently raised her arms, allowing Rachel to peel the stained silk dress over her head. Standing naked in Rachel's closet, in front of the big mirror. Nina felt a flicker of self-consciousness return, not just about her nudity, but about the marks on her body. Bruises were beginning to form where Brandon had gripped her hips, and the hickey Mia had given her was darkening visibly on her neck.

Rachel's eyes scanned Nina's body, taking in the evidence of the night's activities with an expression that mixed satisfaction and concern. She slipped the oversized t-shirt over Nina's head, the soft fabric falling almost to her knees.

"Better?" Rachel asked, brushing Nina's tangled hair away from her face.

Nina nodded, grateful for the covering and for Rachel's unexpected kindness. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Rachel guided her to the king-sized bed and pulled back the crisp white duvet. "Get in," she instructed. "You need rest."

Nina sank gratefully onto the mattress, her body practically melting into the expensive sheets. She expected Rachel to leave her there and return to the party downstairs, but to her surprise, Rachel climbed in beside her.

"Was it too much, baby?" Rachel asked quietly, propping herself up on one elbow to look down at Nina's exhausted face.

The question contained something Nina hadn't heard from Rachel before. Uncertainty, maybe even a touch of guilt. Nina considered her answer carefully. Had it been too much? Certainly more than she had ever imagined her first sexual experiences would be. More intense, more overwhelming, more public than anything she had been prepared for.

Yet she couldn't bring herself to regret it entirely. Something had awakened in her tonight, something she hadn't known existed within her.

"It was a lot," Nina finally answered, her eyes meeting Rachel's. "But I didn't want to stop."

Rachel's expression softened with what looked like relief. "You were amazing," she said, her fingers gently stroking Nina's cheek.

"Will they tell people at school?" Nina asked, sudden anxiety piercing through her exhaustion. "About tonight?"

Rachel shook her head firmly. "No. What happens at our sleepovers stays private. That's our rule. And," she added with a touch of her usual confidence, "they know better than to cross me."

Nina nodded, relieved but still uncertain about what Monday would bring, how she would face the world as this new version of herself, how she would look at these older students in the hallways knowing what they had shared.

"Sleep, baby," Rachel urged, noticing Nina's heavy eyelids.

Nina's eyes grew impossibly heavy, the combined weight of exhaustion, alcohol, and emotional overload pulling her rapidly toward unconsciousness. Her concerns seemed distant and hazy now, overshadowed by the strange comfort of Rachel's presence beside her, the gentle rhythm of fingers stroking her hair.

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Nina clutched her biology textbook against her chest, a small shield as she navigated the crowded hallway between first and second period. She scanned the sea of students, heart quickening when she spotted them. Rachel, Mia, and Emily huddled by Rachel's locker, their laughter carrying above the general din.

"Nina!" Rachel's voice cut through the hallway chatter. "Get your cute little ass over here."

Nina felt her cheeks flush as several heads turned. Her plaid skirt suddenly felt too short as she hurried toward them, tucking a strand of wavy brown hair behind her ear.

"There she is," Mia grinned, her curls bouncing as she adjusted her denim jacket. "Our little baby freshman."

"Hey guys," Nina said, her voice softer than she'd intended.

Nina hovered at the edge of the group, still marveling at how quickly her life had changed. Just a few weeks ago, she'd been an invisible freshman. Now, she was part of Rachel Wilson's inner circle, one of the most coveted social positions at Hillview High.

"You look tired, baby," Rachel said, reaching out to brush Nina's hair back from her neck, looking over the concealer application on her hickey. Nina thought she did a decent job, even color-correcting it. Her blue eyes studied Nina with that peculiar mix of possessiveness and affection that made Nina's stomach flutter. "Still sore?"

Nina dropped her gaze to the linoleum floor, memories from the sleepover flooding back. Her body exposed to everyone's eyes, the fullness inside her, Rachel's fingers in her hair. She swallowed hard.

"Just a little," she admitted, voice barely audible.

Mia snorted. "Three guys in one night will do that to you, especially for your first time."

"Shush," Emily nudged Mia with her elbow. "She'll die of embarrassment."

"Oh please," Rachel rolled her eyes, sliding an arm around Nina's shoulders. "Our girl's not embarrassed. She's just processing how much fun she had. Aren't you, Nina?"

Nina felt the weight of their expectation. The truth was complicated. She'd been terrified, overwhelmed, but awakened to something deep inside herself. Something that craved the attention, the desire she'd seen in their eyes. Especially Rachel's.

"I had fun," she finally whispered, earning a triumphant smile from Rachel.

The warning bell rang, signaling five minutes until the next period.

"Come on," Rachel said suddenly, her fingers tightening on Nina's shoulder. "We need to talk before class." Without waiting for a response, she steered Nina toward the girls' bathroom at the end of the hall, motioning for Mia and Emily to follow.

"But I have bio—" Nina started to protest.

"It'll only take a minute," Rachel cut her off, pushing open the bathroom door and checking under the stalls to ensure they were alone.

Mia leaned against the sinks while Emily stood by the door, keeping watch. Nina stood awkwardly in the center, clutching her textbook tighter as Rachel circled her like a shark.

"Take your panties off," Rachel said without preamble, her voice low but commanding.

Nina blinked. "What? Here? Now?"

"Did I stutter?" Rachel raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her cropped tank top.

Nina glanced desperately at Emily, hoping for intervention, but Emily just offered an apologetic shrug. Mia watched with undisguised interest, a small smirk playing on her lips.

"I-" Nina clutched her textbook tighter, her palms growing sweaty. "People might come in."

"That's why Em's watching the door," Rachel said, gesturing impatiently. "Come on, tick-tock."

They only had four minutes or so now. Nina knew she should refuse. This wasn't like the sleepover, where it had been private, drunk, caught up in the moment. This was school. But something in Rachel's expectant gaze made refusal impossible. The same something that had made her spread her legs just days ago.

Slowly, Nina set her textbook on the sink counter. With trembling fingers, she reached under her skirt, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her simple, light blue cotton and lace panties. She hesitated one final moment before sliding them down her thighs, letting them drop around her ankles, and stepping out of them.

"Good girl," Rachel purred, scooping up the discarded underwear, folding them neatly, and stuffing them into her back pocket. "Now lift your skirt. Let us see you."

Nina's face burned hot enough to sear. "Rachel, please—"

"Lift your skirt." Each word dropped like a stone.

With shaking hands, Nina grasped the hem of her blue plaid mini and slowly raised it, exposing her bare pussy with its neat triangle of dark hair to the three older girls.

"Higher," Rachel commanded. "Hold it all the way up."

Nina complied, her heart hammering against her ribs as she held the fabric up to her chest, completely exposed from the waist down.

"God, look at that cute little cunt," Mia murmured appreciatively.

Emily shifted uncomfortably by the door but couldn't tear her eyes away. "We should hurry, guys. Class starts in like, two minutes."

Rachel stepped forward, her eyes never leaving Nina's exposed flesh. Without warning, she reached out, sliding her fingers between Nina's legs, making the freshman gasp.

"Already getting wet," Rachel observed, her fingertips exploring Nina's folds with casual ownership. "Did taking your panties off in school turn you on, or is it having us look at you?"

Nina couldn't answer, couldn't breathe as Rachel's fingers stroked her, dipping slightly inside before dragging upward to circle her clit.

"I think it's both," Rachel answered for her, withdrawing her hand and bringing her glistening fingertips to her own lips. She licked them clean, maintaining eye contact with Nina the entire time.

"One minute," Emily said.

"Perfect timing," Rachel said, stepping back. "You can drop your skirt now, but the panties stay with me. You're going commando for the rest of the day."

"But—" Nina began, her voice strangled.

"No buts," Rachel cut her off. "Except yours, sitting so carefully in your seat so that no one sees what a naughty girl you are." She grinned, giving Nina's burning cheek a gentle pat. "Now hurry to bio before you're late."

Nina scurried into Ms. Hoffman's biology classroom seventeen seconds after the final bell, mumbling an apology as she slipped into her assigned seat in the third row. The hard plastic chair pressed against her bare bottom, despite how she tried to tuck her skirt under herself, a stark reminder of what had just happened in the bathroom. She crossed her legs tightly at the ankle, hyper-aware of her naked pussy.

"Page 157, everyone," Ms. Hoffman announced, turning to write on the whiteboard.

Nina fumbled with her textbook, her fingers still trembling slightly. Opening to the correct page, she tried to focus on cell division diagrams, but the words blurred before her eyes. All she could think about was Rachel's fingers, how confidently they'd stroked her most intimate parts, how her body had betrayed her by responding instantly to the touch.

She shifted in her seat, feeling a slickness gathering between her legs. What if it soaked through her skirt like before? What if someone noticed? The thought sent a mortifying thrill through her entire body.

Twenty minutes into class, Nina realized she hadn't absorbed a single word of the lecture. Every movement, crossing her legs, uncrossing them, leaning forward to write notes, reminded her of her nakedness beneath her skirt. Her pussy throbbed with a dull, persistent ache. She pressed her thighs together, trying to create pressure, trying to find relief, but it only intensified the sensation.

"Nina? Nina Collins?"

She jerked her head up to find Ms. Hoffman and the entire class staring at her.

"I asked you about the difference between mitosis and meiosis," Ms. Hoffman said, frowning slightly.

Nina's mind went completely blank. She was a straight-A student, she knew this material, but all she could think about was Rachel holding her panties, Rachel's fingers exploring her cunt, Rachel's blue eyes watching her face as she was fucked.

"I-um."

A trickle of wetness slid down her inner thigh. She clamped her legs tighter, her face burning.

"Mitosis creates two identical daughter cells," Kennedy, the girl beside her, whispered under her breath.

Nina repeated the answer gratefully, adding something about meiosis and genetics that seemed to satisfy Ms. Hoffman, who moved on to another victim.

Nina gave Kennedy a tight smile in thanks.

For the remainder of the period, Nina sat perfectly still, afraid that any movement would cause more of her arousal to leak onto the chair. The plastic seat felt a little slippery beneath her, and she wondered in horror how big of a wet spot she was making. When the bell finally rang, she waited until most students had filed out before standing, surreptitiously glancing down at her chair. There was indeed a small, barely visible sheen on the hard surface. She quickly wiped it away with the palm of her hand, mortification and excitement warring within her.

In the hallway between classes, Nina caught sight of herself in the reflection of a trophy case. She looked the same, still the studious freshman with the long brown hair and innocent face. But something in her dark eyes had changed. She had a secret now, one that had been unlocked at Rachel's sleepover and was being proven true with each passing minute: she liked this. The danger, the exposure, the way her body responded to being controlled.

As she headed to her next class, eyes downcast to avoid meeting anyone's gaze, Nina felt a text vibrate in her purse. She pulled out her phone to find a message from Rachel:

Thinking about your cute little pussy in bio? Bet you're soaking wet. Don't you dare touch yourself. That's mine now.

Nina nearly walked into a wall, heat rushing through her entire body.

Her Literature classroom buzzed with activity as Mrs. Bennett instructed everyone to arrange their desks in a circle for their reading of "A Midsummer Night's Dream." Nina dragged her desk into position and sat, acutely conscious of her bare bottom sliding against the seat.

"You'll each read a character's lines," Mrs. Bennett explained, passing out highlighted scripts. "Nina, you'll be Hermia."

Nina nodded, accepting her script with a polite smile. She glanced around the circle, recognizing most of her classmates but not knowing them well, this early in the year.

The reading began, and Nina tried to concentrate on the Shakespeare text, waiting for her many highlighted sections. When her turn came, she sat up straighter, uncrossing her ankles to plant both feet on the floor.

"Keep word, Lysander," she read, giving voice to Hermia with more confidence than she felt. "We must starve our sight, From lovers' food till morrow deep midnight."

She relaxed once her character had finally exited the scene. Then she felt a cool draft between her legs and realized with a jolt that her position had caused her skirt to ride up. Directly across from her, Mason Miller's eyes had widened, his gaze dropping to the space beneath her desk. He'd seen. He'd seen everything.

Nina quickly pressed her knees together, heart hammering as heat flooded her cheeks. The reading continued around the circle, but she could feel Mason's gaze returning to her, cautious and curious.

A strange, reckless impulse took hold. Without looking at him directly, Nina pretended to search for something in her backpack. She shifted in her chair, deliberately allowing her legs to part just slightly, just long enough that there could be no mistaking what she was showing him.

Mason's soft intake of breath was caught only by her. When she straightened and glanced his way, his face was flushed, his eyes darting back to his script. His lines as Quince quickly came up and he struggled, botching them over and over again.

The power of it, of choosing to let him see, of affecting him so clearly, sent an electric current through her body. Her pussy throbbed with renewed intensity, a steady pulse that made concentrating on Hermia's lines nearly impossible.

When the bell rang, Nina gathered her things quickly, needing to address the slickness between her thighs before her next class. She hurried to the nearest girls' bathroom, relieved to find it mostly empty as students rushed to their next periods.

In a bathroom stall, Nina grabbed some toilet paper and wiped herself, mortified by how wet she was. Her fingers brushed against her swollen labia as she cleaned herself, sending a jolt of pleasure up her spine that made her gasp aloud.

She leaned back against the tank, breathing heavily. If she touched herself now, even just a few quick circles on her clit, she knew she'd come almost instantly. The pressure had been building all morning: Rachel's fingers in the bathroom, the torture of sitting bare in class, the thrill of Mason seeing her exposed pussy. Her body was a live wire, desperately seeking release.

Rachel's text flashed in her mind: Don't you dare touch yourself. That's mine now.

Nina bit her lip, her hand hovering between her legs. Part of her wanted to disobey, to take back some control. But another part, the one that craved Rachel's approval, wouldn't allow her to break the command.

With a soft whimper of frustration, she cleaned herself one more time, pulled her skirt back into place, and emerged from the stall. At the sink, she caught sight of her reflection. Flushed cheeks, bright eyes, lips slightly parted. Hungry.

The late bell jarred her from her thoughts. She was going to be tardy to AP World History, her favorite class.

Nina slipped into the classroom with another stammered apology, sliding into her seat as Mr. Reyes began his lecture on Mesopotamian civilizations. Despite her distracted state, the familiar subject matter began to penetrate her haze of arousal.

As Mr. Reyes described the ziggurats of Ur, Nina found herself raising her hand to ask about their astronomical significance, momentarily forgetting the wetness between her thighs, the absence of her underwear, even Rachel's hold over her. For forty blissful minutes, she was transported back to her former self: the studious, curious freshman whose mind was her greatest asset.

When Mr. Reyes praised her insightful comparison between Mesopotamian and Mayan temple complexes, Nina felt a different kind of warmth spread through her chest. This was who she'd always been before Rachel and the others had pulled her into their orbit. Before she'd discovered this other, secret self who craved things she'd never imagined wanting.

The bell for lunch period rang, jolting Nina back to her present reality. Rachel would be waiting. Rachel, who held her panties in her pocket like a trophy. Rachel, whose blue eyes saw straight through to Nina's darkest desires. Rachel, whose approval she now craved more than anything.

Nina gathered her books slowly, her momentary academic confidence fading as anticipation built in her stomach. She pressed her thighs together one last time, feeling the renewed slickness there, before stepping into the crowded hallway toward the cafeteria.

The cafeteria thrummed with lunchtime chaos. The clatter of trays, overlapping conversations, occasional bursts of laughter. Nina paused at the entrance, scanning the room until she spotted Rachel's table by the windows. The unofficial social hierarchy of Hillview High was on full display; the table occupied exclusively by upperclassmen from the most popular circles.

Rachel caught her eye and patted the empty seat beside her. A seat that shouldn't exist at the crowded table, but somehow had been preserved just for Nina. Taking a deep breath, she navigated through the maze of tables, aware of curious glances following her. A freshman was entering sacred territory.

"There she is," Rachel smiled, sliding over to make room. "We were just talking about you."

Nina slipped onto the bench, setting down her lunch tray. Besides Rachel, Mia, and Emily, the table held several girls from the cheer squad and two seniors Nina recognized from student council. No other freshmen in sight.

"Hi," Nina said softly, hyper-aware of the hard bench pressing against her bare bottom. A couple of girls gave her kind smiles.

"So," Rachel leaned close, her voice dropping to a whisper as the others continued their conversation. Her hand fell casually onto Nina's knee beneath the table. "Did anyone see? During class?"

Nina swallowed, heat rising to her face as she nodded slightly. "Mason Miller. In English."

"And?" Rachel's fingers inched higher on Nina's thigh, disappearing beneath her plaid skirt.

"He-I-" Nina struggled to form words as those fingertips traced delicate patterns on her inner thigh. "I think he liked what he saw."

Rachel's smile widened, a predatory gleam in her blue eyes. "I bet he did. Did you like him seeing you?"

Before Nina could answer, Rachel's hand moved higher, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin where thigh met pubic area. Nina gasped softly, disguising it by taking a sip of water.

"You don't have to answer," Rachel murmured. "Your pussy's doing it for you. Still soaking wet."

Nina stared down at her sandwich, unable to take a bite as Rachel's fingers explored her folds underneath the table. The cafeteria continued its normal buzz around them, no one aware of what was happening beneath the plastic surface.

Emily leaned across the table. "Nina, are you coming to the football game Friday? We're all going to Brandon's after."

Nina nodded mechanically, her brain short-circuiting as Rachel's middle finger found her clit. "Y-yes, I'll be there."

"Cool," said one of the cheer girls, Kaitlyn or Kaylee, Nina couldn't remember which. "You're, like, Rachel's new project, right?"

Rachel's finger began making slow, deliberate circles. "Nina's not a project," she corrected, her voice casual while her hand was anything but. "She's special."

The conversation moved on, but Nina barely registered it. Rachel had increased her pace, the subtle movements of her arm hidden by the table and the general chaos of the cafeteria. Nina's breathing grew shallow, her thighs trembling as pressure built rapidly inside her. She was close, so close, right here in the middle of the crowded lunchroom.

"Please," she whispered, only for Rachel to hear.

Rachel's lips brushed her ear. "Please what?"

"I'm going to—" Nina bit her lip hard as the first tremors of orgasm began to build.

And then, abruptly, Rachel withdrew her hand.

Nina nearly whimpered at the loss, her body throbbing in protest. "Why did you—"

"Not yet," Rachel said sweetly, wiping her slick fingertips on the bread of her own sandwich. "Not until I say so."

Rachel took a big bite of her sandwich, eyes piercing through Nina as she chewed.

Nina squirmed in her seat, desperate for the relief that had been moments away. Rachel watched her struggle with undisguised delight before reaching into her back pocket and pulling out Nina's confiscated panties.

"Watch this," she said to the table at large, a mischievous glint in her eye.

With practiced fingers, Rachel stretched the cotton panties between her hands like a slingshot. Before Nina could process what was happening, Rachel released, sending the underwear sailing across the cafeteria in a graceful arc.

The small bundle of fabric landed directly on Gabriel Polensky's lunch tray, right atop his pizza. The star quarterback stared down in confusion for a split second before recognition dawned on his face.

"What the—" he began, picking up the panties with his fingertips as his table erupted.

"Dude! Someone just threw their underwear at you!" hooted Damon, his linebacker friend.

"Gabe got panty bombed!" another football player called out.

Gabriel held the underwear up, examining them with a bemused expression. His eyes scanned the cafeteria until they locked with Rachel's triumphant gaze. She wiggled her fingers in a flirtatious wave.

Nina wanted to disappear through the floor. She stared fixedly at her untouched sandwich, her face burning so hot she felt feverish.

"He's coming over," Emily whispered, nudging Mia.

Sure enough, Gabriel was making his way toward their table, Nina's underwear dangling from his index finger. At six-foot-two with broad shoulders and the easy confidence that came with being Hillview High's athletic golden boy, his approach drew attention from nearby tables.

"Ladies," he greeted, stopping at their table. His eyes moved curiously from face to face. "I believe someone at this table has lost something?"

Rachel laughed, the sound musical and flirtatious. "What makes you think they're from our table?"

Gabriel smirked. "Because you're the only one who'd have the balls to pull something like this, Rachel Wilson."

"Maybe they're mine," Rachel teased, tilting her head. "Or maybe I'm just the delivery service."

Gabriel's eyes narrowed playfully as he scanned the table again. "Whose are they? Come on, fess up."

Nina stared at her tray, willing herself to become invisible. Her heart hammered so hard she was certain everyone could hear it.

"Why should we tell you?" Mia challenged, leaning forward with a devilish grin. "Maybe we should make you work for it."

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "I'm listening."

Mia's eyes lit up with that dangerous sparkle Nina was beginning to recognize. "I've got an idea. A little game."

"Mia—" Emily started, sounding concerned.

"Shut up, Em, this'll be fun," Mia said, before turning back to Gabriel. "What if you had to figure out whose panties they are? Process of elimination."

Rachel clapped her hands together, instantly on board. "Oh my god, yes! Gabe has to feel if we're wearing underwear or not."

A ripple of surprised giggles went through the table. One of the cheer girls whispered, "Holy shit," under her breath.

Gabriel's confident expression faltered for just a moment, genuine surprise crossing his features before his cocky smile returned. "You serious?"

"Scared?" Rachel challenged.

"Off-limits hallway by the old annex. Five minutes," Mia declared, standing up. "Anyone who doesn't want to play can stay behind."

Nina felt Rachel's hand close around her wrist, a silent command that she would be participating. The choice had already been made for her.

Chapter Text

Five minutes later, nine girls and Gabriel had assembled in the quiet, unused hallway, one wall of it taken up by stacked chairs. Nina stood at the end of the group, her stomach in knots as Rachel explained the "rules."

"It's simple. Gabe gets to check each of us to see who's going commando. No lying, no cheating."

"And no groping," Emily added firmly. "Just enough to verify."

Gabriel held up his hands in mock surrender. "I'm a gentleman."

"Since when?" Mia snorted, earning laughs from the others.

The first girl, Kaitlyn from the cheer squad, stepped forward with a giggle. She wore tight jeans, and Gabriel made a show of slipping his fingers just inside her waistband at the hip.

"Definitely wearing underwear," he declared. "Lace, I think?"

Kaitlyn nodded, blushing but clearly enjoying the attention.

One by one, the girls stepped up for Gabriel's inspection. Some wore jeans requiring the waistband check, while those in skirts received a quick hand up underneath, lingering just a bit longer than it should have taken to verify. With each girl, Gabriel grew more theatrical, adding commentary and teasing them lightly.

When Rachel's turn came, she stepped forward confidently in her boyfriend jeans. Gabriel slipped his fingers inside her waistband and snapped the elastic of her underwear against her skin.

"Wearing underwear, unfortunately," he announced with an exaggerated sigh of disappointment.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Polensky."

Finally, only Nina remained. She could feel everyone's eyes on her as she stepped forward reluctantly, her plaid skirt suddenly feeling miles too short.

"Woah, who invited a freshman?" Gabriel asked, noticing Nina properly for the first time.

"She's with us," Rachel said firmly. "We're waiting, Gabe."

Gabriel shrugged and moved in front of Nina. She closed her eyes, mortified as she felt his hand brush against her thigh. His fingers slipped beneath her skirt, moving upward along her inner thigh with practiced confidence.

The higher his hand traveled, the more Nina trembled, until his fingertips finally reached the apex of her thighs. The moment he made contact with her bare, slick folds, his hand froze. Nina could feel his surprise in the sudden stillness of his touch.

"Well, well," Gabriel said, his voice dropping lower as her wetness coated his fingers. "Looks like we have a winner."

He withdrew his hand, and Nina opened her eyes to find everyone staring at her with varying expressions of shock and amusement.

"The little freshman?" one of the cheer girls gasped. "No way!"

"Damn, girl," another senior said with a laugh. "That's a little slutty for a Monday."

"Always the quiet ones." Mia grinned proudly.

"So," Gabriel said, twirling Nina's recovered panties around his finger, "what do I win for guessing correctly?" His eyes lingered on Nina with new interest, reassessing the quiet freshman who apparently walked around school without underwear.

Rachel exchanged a look with Mia, something unspoken passing between them. "Follow me and find out," she said, taking Nina's hand and beckoning Gabriel with her other. "The rest of you can head back to lunch."

"But I want to—" one of the cheer girls began.

"Not this time," Rachel cut her off, her tone brooking no argument.

Emily shot Nina a concerned glance but followed Mia and the others back toward the cafeteria. Meanwhile, Rachel led Nina and Gabriel further down the hallway to the art classroom, which was only used in the mornings due to budget cuts. The room smelled of clay and paint, afternoon sunlight streaming through the large windows that overlooked the empty football field.

"In here," Rachel said, holding the door open and checking the hall before closing it behind them.

Nina stood frozen in the center of the room, surrounded by easels and half-finished student projects. Her heart pounded so hard she felt lightheaded. This was happening too fast, in broad daylight, at school. Yet the familiar heat was building between her legs again, that same traitorous excitement that had consumed her at the sleepover.

"Hop up on that table," Rachel instructed, pointing to one of the large wood workbenches, cleared of supplies.

Nina hesitated only briefly before complying, perching on the edge. Gabriel leaned against the teacher's desk, watching with undisguised interest.

"So what exactly am I winning here?" he asked, his confident smile never wavering.

Rachel moved behind Nina, placing her hands on the freshman's shoulders. "Nina's been a very naughty girl today," she explained, her voice silky. "Walking around school with no panties, getting all wet and excited." She leaned down, her lips close to Nina's ear, but eyes on Gabriel. "Show him, baby. Pull up your skirt."

Nina's fingers trembled as they gripped the hem of her plaid skirt. Every instinct screamed this was wrong. They were at school, he was practically a stranger, anyone could walk in. But Rachel's hands on her shoulders felt like an anchor, and the throbbing between her legs had become impossible to ignore.

Slowly, she raised her skirt, exposing her bare pussy to Gabriel's hungry gaze.

"Fuck," he breathed, pushing off from the desk and stepping closer. "You weren't kidding."

Nina's labia were swollen and visibly wet, her arousal having built throughout the morning with no relief. The cooler air of the classroom against her exposed flesh made her shiver, or maybe it was the way Gabriel looked at her.

"Spread your legs wider," Rachel commanded softly.

Nina obeyed, letting her knees fall open on the wooden table. The position left her completely exposed, vulnerable in a way that sent electric currents racing through her body.

"Your prize isn't just getting to look," Rachel told Gabriel, her fingers stroking Nina's hair possessively. "You get to fuck her. Right here, right now."

Gabriel's eyes darkened with lust. "Seriously?" He glanced at Nina. "You good with this?"

Before Nina could answer, Rachel spoke for her. "She's been dripping for it all morning. Haven't you, baby?"

Nina couldn't deny it. Her pussy was practically pulsating with need, especially after Rachel had brought her to the edge during lunch without allowing release. She nodded, unable to form words.

Gabriel stepped between her spread thighs, his large hands gripping her knees. The contrast of his size against her small frame was striking. His broad shoulders and athletic build made her feel impossibly delicate.

"What about condoms?" he asked, already unbuckling his belt.

"Unnecessary," Rachel replied dismissively. "She's protected."

It wasn't true, Nina had only taken Plan B after the sleepover. But she couldn't find her voice to correct the lie. The danger of it only intensified the hot, liquid feeling flooding her core.

Gabriel pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock. He was already fully hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. Nina stared at it, remembering the feeling of fullness, of stretching to accommodate a man inside her. It had hurt a little at first with Ryan, then with Brandon and Carter. But by the end of that night, her body had learned to crave the invasion.

"God, you're tiny," Gabriel murmured appreciatively, one hand wrapping around his shaft while the other pushed her to lie back on the table. "This tight little pussy's going to feel so good."

Without further preamble, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed forward, his cockhead parting her swollen lips. Nina gasped at the pressure, her inner walls stretching to accommodate him. Unlike the sleepover, there had been no fingers, no preparation. Just the blunt pressure of his thick shaft forcing its way inside her.

The slight burn of the stretch sent conflicting signals of pain and pleasure racing through her body. Her pussy clenched around him instinctively as he sank deeper, inch by inch.

"Fuck, she's tight," Gabriel groaned, his fingers digging into her hips.

Rachel moved to Nina's side, watching with gleaming eyes as Gabriel penetrated her. "Look at you, taking that big cock like you were made for it," she whispered, her hand stroking Nina's flushed cheek. "Does it feel good, baby? Having him fill up your little cunt?"

Nina could only nod, overwhelmed by sensation. Gabriel began to move, pulling back before thrusting forward again. Each stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure through her small frame. The table creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with the wet slap of his body meeting hers and the soft, involuntary moans escaping her throat.

Gabriel's rhythm quickened, his large hands nearly spanning Nina's entire waist as he manipulated her body to meet his thrusts. Each impact drove his cock deeper, hitting spots inside her that sent sparks shooting up her spine. The pressure that had been building all morning finally reached its breaking point.

"Oh god," Nina whimpered, her inner walls clenching violently around Gabriel's shaft. "I'm-I'm—"

The orgasm crashed through her without warning, more intense than anything she'd experienced before. Her small body convulsed, pussy spasming around Gabriel's cock as waves of pleasure radiated outward from her core. Her fingers clutched desperately at the table edge, head falling back as a keening cry escaped her lips.

"That's it," Rachel encouraged, brushing Nina's hair from her sweat-dampened forehead. "Let it out, baby." Nina barely registered the sound of Rachel's phone keyboard clicking as her friend typed something one-handed.

Gabriel groaned at the sensation of Nina's tight channel rhythmically squeezing his cock. "Fuck, she's coming already," he marveled, continuing to pump into her through her climax, prolonging it until she trembled with oversensitivity.

"Keep going," Rachel instructed him, setting her phone down on the table beside them. "She can come again."

Nina floated in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss, her body limp and pliant as Gabriel continued to fuck her. The initial edge taken off, she could now focus on the incredible fullness, the delicious friction of his thick shaft dragging against her sensitive walls.

"You gonna let me come in this tight little pussy?" Gabriel asked, his voice strained as his pace became more erratic.

The question wasn't directed at Nina, but at Rachel, who smiled wickedly. "Fill her up," she permitted. "She loves it."

Something about Rachel giving permission for a boy to come inside her sent a fresh surge of arousal through Nina's core. The taboo of it, the wrongness, the recklessness, triggered something primal within her.

"I'm close," Gabriel warned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. "Gonna fill this tiny freshman pussy up."

Nina felt another climax building. Different from the first, deeper, more intense. Her back arched involuntarily, offering herself up completely to his possession. "Please," she begged, not entirely sure what she was asking for, only knowing she needed more of this overwhelming sensation.

Gabriel's thrusts became brutal, punishing, the workbench squeaking beneath them. With a guttural groan, he slammed deep one final time, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. The feeling of him flooding her depths triggered Nina's second orgasm. She cried out, her entire body pulsing as pleasure washed over her in relentless waves.

Gabriel pulled out unceremoniously, his softening cock slipping free with a humiliating wet sound. Nina remained on the table, trembling and dazed, her skirt still bunched around her waist and her thighs glistening with a mixture of her arousal and Gabriel's cum that had already begun to leak from her well-used pussy.

"That was—" Gabriel trailed off, tucking himself back into his jeans. He seemed slightly stunned by his own actions, perhaps just beginning to process that he'd had sex with a freshman in an empty classroom during lunch period.

"Thanks for playing our little game," Rachel said, patting him on the shoulder as if dismissing him. "You should get back before someone notices you're gone."

Gabriel glanced between Rachel and Nina, opened his mouth as if to say something else, then thought better of it. With a last lingering look at Nina's exposed body, he adjusted his clothing and slipped out the classroom door.

"Don't move," Rachel instructed Nina when she began to close her legs. "Stay just like that."

Nina blinked up at her through a pleasure-drunk haze, obediently keeping her position. Legs spread, pussy exposed, Gabriel's cum slowly trickling onto the wooden table beneath her. Her body felt wonderfully used, gloriously sensitive, yet strangely not fully satisfied.

Rachel circled her slowly, blue eyes drinking in every detail of Nina's dishevelment. "Look at you," she murmured, voice thick with approval. "My perfect little slut. Taking cock in the middle of the school day like it's nothing."

Nina flushed at the praise.

"His cum is dripping out of you," Rachel observed, reaching between Nina's legs to gather some of the sticky fluid on her fingertips. She brought it to Nina's lips. "Taste."

Without hesitation, Nina parted her lips, allowing Rachel to smear Gabriel's semen across her tongue. The unusual salty, musky flavor made her shiver with the depravity of it.

"Such a good girl," Rachel praised, pulling out her phone. "Stay just like that."

The camera clicked several times as Rachel captured Nina's debauchery from different angles. Her spread legs, her cum-filled pussy, her flushed face with traces of Gabriel's release still glossy on her lips.

A sharp knock at the door made Nina flinch, sudden panic flaring in her chest.

Rachel, however, smiled knowingly. "Stay right there," she said, crossing to the door and opening it just enough to peer out. "Right on time. Come in."

The door swung wider to reveal Brandon, his broad swimmer's shoulders filling the doorframe. Behind him stood Ryan, wearing his characteristic smirk. And to Nina's shock, Mason from her English class hovered behind them, looking nervous.

"Holy shit," Ryan breathed as they entered, his eyes immediately fixing on Nina's exposed state. "You weren't kidding."

"Told you it would be worth skipping the rest of lunch," Brandon said, already unbuckling his belt as he approached the table.

Mason hung back slightly, clearly stunned at the scene before him. His eyes couldn't seem to decide where to focus: Nina's face, her dripping pussy, or the classroom walls.

"I've been thinking about this tight little pussy since the sleepover," Brandon said, positioning himself between Nina's still-spread legs without preamble. His jeans were already open, his thick cock springing free as he shoved them down his muscular thighs. "Hoped it was you when Rachel texted us to get over here."

Nina's eyes widened, glancing at Rachel's phone still clutched in her hand. That's what she'd been typing during her encounter with Gabriel. Inviting more men to take her.

Before Nina could process this fully, Brandon gripped her hips and thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. The sensation of being filled again so soon after Gabriel left her gasping, her oversensitive pussy stretching to accommodate his girth.

"Fuck, she's sloppy with cum already," Brandon groaned, beginning to pound into her with the confident strokes of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. "Polensky got here first?"

"Mmhmm," Rachel hummed, circling around to stand by Nina's head. She stroked Nina's hair almost tenderly while Brandon used her body. "But our Nina here can take plenty more, can't you, baby?"

Nina's answer was lost in a moan as Brandon angled his hips, hitting a spot deep inside that made her vision blur. Her body responded eagerly despite the rough treatment, fresh arousal mixing with Gabriel's cum to create obscene squelching sounds with every thrust.

Nina's world narrowed to the insistent pressure of Brandon's cock stretching her, filling her completely. Her pussy was on fire. Sensitive and swollen from Gabriel's earlier use, but greedily clenching around this new invasion. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her small frame.

"Look how wet she is," Brandon grunted, his fingers digging into her soft thighs. "Fucking dripping for it."

He wasn't wrong. Despite having cum twice already, Nina's body was responding with an embarrassing eagerness. The taboo thrill of being taken right after another man, of being used without question or pretense, was pushing her toward another climax faster than she thought possible.

Rachel slipped her free hand down the front of her jeans, her breath quickening as she watched Brandon fuck Nina. "That's it," she encouraged, her fingers working inside her own pants. "Use that little freshman cunt."

Ryan checked his watch. "Bell rings in fifteen minutes. We gotta hurry.

"Mason, you're up next," Ryan decided, eyeing the quiet boy who still stood watching with wide eyes. "You look like you're about to pop in your pants already."

Mason swallowed hard, his face flushed. "I've never—"

"It's easy," Ryan cut him off with a laugh. "Just stick your dick in and pump."

Ryan's crude instruction, the way they were talking about her as though she were nothing more than a hole to use, pushed Nina over the edge unexpectedly. Her back arched off the table as her pussy contracted violently around Brandon's shaft. She bit down on her lip to stifle her cry, her entire body quaking.

"Fuck, she comes so easy," Brandon hissed, his rhythm faltering as her inner walls spasmed around him. He drove in deep a final time, holding himself still as he emptied himself inside her with a low groan. "Jesus Christ."

Rachel smiled down at Nina's flushed face. "Good girl," she whispered, her own hand working furiously inside her pants. "Taking all that cum like you were born for it."

Brandon pulled out with a satisfied grunt, tucking himself away as Mason shifted nervously from foot to foot.

"Your turn, virgin," Ryan said, clapping Mason on the back and practically shoving him toward Nina. "Better hurry."

Mason fumbled with his belt, his hands trembling so badly he could barely manage the zipper. When he finally freed his cock, Nina noticed it was thinner than the others, but quite long. His face was scarlet as he positioned himself between her legs, staring down at her pussy, swollen, pink, and dripping with the combined cum of two boys already.

"Go on," Rachel encouraged. "She wants it."

Mason gripped his cock and pressed forward, sliding into Nina's used hole with ease. The moment he was fully seated, his eyes rolled back and he let out a strangled sound.

Then he started to move.

Unlike Gabriel's confident strokes or Brandon's measured rhythm, Mason's hips pistoned frantically, hammering into Nina with rapid, shallow thrusts that betrayed his inexperience and desperation. His fingers clutched at her thighs, his breathing ragged as he rutted into her with abandon.

"Holy shit," Ryan laughed. "Look at him go."

Nina gasped at the new sensation. The quick, jabbing motions hitting different spots inside her. Mason's frantic pace had her body bouncing on the table, small cries punching out of her with each thrust. Despite the almost comical urgency of his movement, the constant stimulation was already building another orgasm.

"Slow down, jackrabbit," Brandon called out. "You're gonna blow in thirty seconds at that rate."

But Mason couldn't seem to control himself, his hips working like a piston as he chased his release inside Nina's wet heat. His eyes were unfocused, mouth hanging open, completely lost to sensation.

"I'm gonna-I can't—" Mason stuttered between thrusts, his pace somehow becoming even more frantic. His face contorted in pleasure and concentration.

The relentless jackhammering of his cock inside her oversensitive pussy pushed Nina into another unexpected climax. This one was different, sharper, almost painful in its intensity. Her back arched off the table as she cried out, her inner walls clamping down on Mason's length.

"Fuck!" Mason yelped, the sensation of Nina's pulsing pussy triggering his own release. He slammed in one final time, his thin body shuddering as he added his load to the mixture already filling Nina's core.

"That was what, thirty seconds?" Ryan laughed, checking his watch. "New record."

Mason's face burned with embarrassment as he pulled out, but Nina was too lost in her own sensations to notice. Her entire body tingled, little aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through her as a fresh trickle of cum leaked from between her legs.

"My turn," Ryan announced, already stepping forward.

Rachel, her cheeks flushed and eyes glazed from her own manual stimulation, gestured toward Nina's limp form. "She's all yours."

Ryan didn't waste time. He yanked Nina closer to the edge of the table and flipped her over onto her stomach in one smooth motion. The new position had her bent over the workbench, toes barely touching the floor, her bare ass exposed while her skirt bunched around her waist.

"Wanted to try a new view," Ryan said, lining himself up with her dripping entrance and pushing in with a satisfied groan. "Fuck, she's absolutely filled with cum."

The new angle allowed him to penetrate even deeper, his cock reaching places the others hadn't. Nina whimpered, overwhelmed by sensation. The edge of the table dug into her hipbones, Ryan's hands gripped her waist, the obscene sounds from her well-used pussy as he pumped into her.

"Bell's gonna ring soon," Brandon warned, keeping watch by the door.

"Just need a minute," Ryan grunted, picking up speed. "This sloppy little hole feels too good."

Nina could barely process what was happening anymore. Her body responded on autopilot, her hips pushing back against Ryan's thrusts despite her exhaustion. Something about being bent over the table, about being taken this way without even seeing his face, pushed her further into a mindset where all that mattered was being filled with cock.

Rachel leaned down close to her ear. "Look at you," she whispered, her voice thick with arousal. "Three different boys' cum inside you, and you're still begging for more. Did you ever imagine you could be such a perfect little slut?"

Nina had never. Couldn't have dreamed any of this was possible just days ago. Yet here she was, bent over a table in an art classroom, being fucked by a fourth boy in less than thirty minutes.

Ryan's fingers dug deeper into Nina's hips as his thrusts grew more erratic. "Fuck, I'm close," he growled, his body slapping against her ass with each powerful drive forward.

Rachel's hand was working frantically inside her pants beside them, her breathing coming in short, sharp gasps. "Fill her up," she demanded, voice tight with approaching release. "Pump that perfect little cunt full."

Nina felt Ryan slam into her one final time, his cock pulsing as he added his load to the mixture already inside her.

"Fuck," Rachel moaned, her body tensing as she came watching Ryan breed Nina. Her free hand gripped Nina's shoulder for support as she shuddered through her orgasm.

Ryan pulled out with a satisfied sigh, tucking himself away and checking his watch. "Four minutes to spare. Not bad."

Nina remained draped over the table, unable to summon the strength to move. Her pussy felt raw and swollen, leaking cum onto the floor beneath her.

"We'll have a talk with Mason, here," Brandon said quietly to Rachel as he moved toward the door. Mason was red-faced, staring at the floor. "Make sure he understands the rules."

Rachel nodded, still catching her breath. "He seemed a little too excited. Might need some guidance."

"Or threats," Ryan added with a smirk. "Later, Nina. Thanks for the quickie."

The three boys slipped out, the door clicked shut behind them.

Rachel immediately moved to lock it, then turned back to Nina with hungry eyes. "Don't move," she commanded.

Nina couldn't have moved if she tried. Her legs felt like jelly, her entire body one giant nerve ending. She watched through half-lidded eyes as Rachel approached and knelt behind her, face level with her dripping pussy.

"Look at this mess," Rachel whispered, her breath hot against Nina's sensitive flesh. "So much cum. Your little cunt is overflowing with it."

Nina whimpered as Rachel's fingers gently spread her swollen labia, exposing her even more completely.

"Dying to taste you," Rachel mused. "All those boys that fucked you."

Without further warning, Rachel leaned forward and dragged her tongue along Nina's slit from clit to hole. The sensation against her oversensitive flesh made Nina cry out, her hips jerking involuntarily.

"Stay still," Rachel commanded before diving back in.

Her tongue was relentless, lapping at the mixture leaking from Nina's hole, occasionally dipping inside to gather more. Sometimes it felt like she was sucking it out. It was unthinkable that Rachel was eagerly eating the cum of multiple boys directly from her pussy. It sent another surge of arousal through Nina's exhausted body.

Rachel moaned against her flesh, clearly enjoying the depraved act. Her tongue circled Nina's swollen clit before flicking rapidly across it, alternating between gathering cum and focusing on Nina's pleasure points.

"You taste like sex," Rachel murmured between licks. "Like a slut."

The crude words only heightened Nina's arousal. Rachel's skilled tongue worked methodically, cleaning her of the boys' release while simultaneously building her toward another climax.

"I can't—" Nina gasped, feeling impossible pressure building again despite her fatigue. "Rachel, I can't—"

"Yes, you can," Rachel insisted, her fingers joining her tongue. She slid two fingers into Nina's swollen hole while her tongue focused on her clit. "One more. Give me one more."

The insistent pressure of Rachel's fingers curling inside her, combined with the firm flicks of her tongue against Nina's clit, pushed her over the edge into another climax. Nina's body convulsed, her inner walls clamping down on Rachel's fingers as a thin, high sound escaped her throat.

Rachel didn't relent, continuing to lick and suck even as Nina's body quaked beneath her ministrations. She seemed determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from Nina's oversensitive body, pushing beyond the edge of too much.

"Rachel," Nina sobbed, her hips trying to squirm away from the relentless stimulation. "I can't-please—"

Finally, Rachel pulled back, her mouth and chin glistening with a mixture of saliva and the cum she'd lapped from Nina's core. Her blue eyes were wide, her pupils dilated with arousal.

"Four guys," she said, rising to her feet and helping Nina stand on shaky legs. "Four loads of cum in your little freshman pussy. And you took it all like a champ."

Nina's legs threatened to buckle as she stood, her inner thighs sticky with the evidence of what had just happened. Her skirt fell back into place, hiding the mess beneath but doing nothing to stop the trickle of fluid down her thighs.

Rachel cupped Nina's face in her hands, leaning down to place a surprisingly tender kiss on her lips. Nina didn't really like the flavor of what had been inside her, but found herself melting into the softness of Rachel's mouth against hers.

"You were perfect," Rachel murmured, breaking the kiss but keeping her face close, thumbs gently stroking Nina's cheeks. "Perfect, baby."

Nina floated in a strange, dreamy mindset, her body humming with lingering pleasure even as exhaustion settled deep into her bones. Rachel's gentle touches felt like anchors, keeping her from drifting too far away.

"Here, let's clean you up a bit," Rachel said softly, grabbing tissues from a box on the teacher's desk and handing some to Nina. She helped wipe the worst of the mess from Nina's thighs, her movements careful and tender. So different from the commanding presence she'd been just minutes before.

As Nina dabbed between her legs, wincing slightly at the tenderness there, Rachel stroked her hair, placing light kisses on her temple.

"You okay?" she asked, genuine concern in her eyes.

Nina nodded, unable to find words just yet. She was okay. Better than okay in some strange way she couldn't articulate. Used and sore but also floating on a cloud of endorphins, her body pleasantly heavy.

The bell for next period rang out.

"We should probably get out of here," Rachel said, glancing at the clock.

Nina looked toward the door, suddenly remembering they were still at school. The thought of walking back into the hallway, facing other students, sitting in class, all seemed impossible. Her legs were still shaky and her mind was a foggy mess.

Rachel seemed to read her thoughts. "We're skipping the rest of the day," she said, running a hand soothingly up and down Nina's arm. "I know school is important to you, but you need some recovery time."

Nina opened her mouth to protest. She had a chemistry quiz next period! But Rachel placed a finger gently on her lips.

"I know what you're thinking," Rachel said gently. "But trust me, one afternoon won't tank your GPA. And there's no way you could focus right now anyway."

Nina knew she was right. Her body felt wrecked. The idea of sitting through chemistry, trying to focus on equations and elements while her body was leaking evidence of what had just happened. It was impossible.

"Okay," Nina agreed softly, letting Rachel gather their things.

Rachel pulled out her phone and quickly sent some texts. "Just letting Emily and Mia know everything's good and to grab our stuff." She typed a bit more. "And I'll forge a note for tomorrow, something about a mental health episode or family emergency. Don't worry about it. Teresa in the office is a weak-minded social climber, so she'll do whatever I want."

She guided Nina toward the door, peeking out first to make sure the hallway was clear. "There's a side exit near here that's perfect for sneaking out. Almost no one uses it."

Nina followed Rachel through the empty corridor, feeling like she was moving through a dream. Her body still hummed with the echo of everything that had happened, her steps unsteady as she stayed close to Rachel's confident lead.

The side door Rachel mentioned opened directly to a small faculty parking area. Nina was surprised to see Rachel's black SUV parked just twenty feet from the door. Especially since student parking was on the opposite side of the school.

"You planned this," Nina murmured, the realization dawning as Rachel opened the passenger door for her.

Nina noticed a dark towel had been placed on the passenger seat, clearly there to protect the leather from the mess between her legs. The evidence of Rachel's forethought was both embarrassing and oddly touching

"I might have moved my car during second period. Just in case things went well." Rachel smiled slyly. "I like being prepared."

Rachel slid into the driver's seat and started the engine. She pulled out of the parking space with practiced ease, guiding the SUV around the back of the school to avoid passing the main office windows. "We didn't really have lunch. You hungry?"

Nina hadn't even thought about food, but at the mention, her stomach growled loudly. "Starving, actually."

"Drive-thru it is," Rachel decided, reaching over to squeeze Nina's hand. "No way I'm taking you inside anywhere looking like you've been so thoroughly fucked."

Nina blushed fiercely but couldn't argue. She could only imagine how she looked. Hair disheveled, skin flushed, the faint scent of sex clinging to her despite their meager cleanup efforts.

Rachel pulled into a Wendy's drive-thru a few minutes later, ordering nuggets, fries, and frosties for them both. "Protein, sugar, and electrolytes, " she explained with a smirk. "Perfect after what you've been through."

They sat in the parking lot, eating in comfortable silence. Nina hadn't realized how ravenous she was until the first bite of chicken nugget hit her tongue. She ate with unexpected intensity, her body craving fuel after the morning's exertions.

Rachel watched her with amused satisfaction. "Worked up an appetite, huh?"

Nina blushed but nodded, dipping a fry into her chocolate Frosty. The combination of hot, salty fries and cold, sweet ice cream was exactly what she needed.

"We have a few hours until school lets out," Rachel said, checking the time on her phone. "My parents won't be home until seven. Want to go back to my place? You can grab a shower."

The thought of returning to Rachel's house, where everything had started, sent a flutter through Nina's stomach. "That sounds nice."

Ten minutes later, they pulled into Rachel's driveway. The house looked different in daylight, less intimidating than it had seemed that first night when Nina had arrived for the sleepover, nervous and unaware of what awaited her.

Inside, Rachel guided Nina straight upstairs to her bedroom, flicking on lights as they went. She immediately began helping Nina undress, her movements efficient rather than sensual.

"Um," Nina paused, suddenly feeling awkward about being undressed. After everything they'd done, modesty seemed ridiculous, yet she felt a strange vulnerability.

Rachel caught her hesitation and raised an eyebrow. "Really? After I had my tongue inside you?"

Nina blushed furiously, but the tension broke when she noticed how Rachel was looking at her body. Not with clinical detachment, but with open appreciation. Her eyes lingered on the marks left on Nina's hips, the slight redness between her thighs.

"You're going to have some bruises tomorrow," Rachel said, tracing a finger along a developing mark on Nina's hip. "Little souvenirs."

She led Nina to the adjoining bathroom, turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature. "Take as long as you need. Feel free to use anything in there."

Nina stepped under the hot spray, sighing as the water cascaded over her aching muscles. Rachel grabbed her electric toothbrush from the counter. She didn't leave, instead perching on the closed toilet lid and casually brushing her teeth while watching Nina through the glass shower door.

The intimacy of the moment, Rachel observing her so casually while she washed away the evidence of their activities, struck Nina as strangely domestic yet thrilling. Nobody had ever watched her shower before.

"There's a Plan B and water on the counter for you," Rachel called over the sound of the water, her voice matter-of-fact. "Take it as soon as you're out."

Nina nodded, letting the hot water sluice over her body, washing away dried fluids and easing her sore muscles. She used Rachel's expensive-looking hair products and body wash, breathing in the familiar scent she'd come to associate with the older girl.

When she finally stepped out, feeling refreshed and slightly more clear-headed, Rachel handed her a fluffy towel.

"I've got something for you to wear," she said, disappearing into the bedroom and returning moments later with a set of pajamas. Cute shorts and a matching top in soft pink fabric scattered with tiny blue stars.

Nina toweled off and slipped them on, surprised to find they fit perfectly. Not too loose, but exactly her size. The realization that Rachel had purchased these specifically for her sent a strange warmth through her chest.

"How often can you take Plan B, anyway?" Nina asked suddenly, picking up the pill from a little dish on the counter.

Rachel's lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Planning on doing this regularly, are we?"

Nina's cheeks flushed. "No, I just-I was just wondering."

Rachel leaned against the doorframe, watching as Nina swallowed the pill with a cup of water. "I looked it up. It's fine to take it whenever you need it, but it can fuck with your hormones if you do it too often."

She pushed off the doorframe and moved closer, taking the empty cup from Nina's hand. "Which means you should probably get on birth control if you're going to keep letting guys come inside you."

The blunt way she said it made Nina's stomach flip with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

"I don't know how to get it," Nina admitted softly. "My parents would freak."

Rachel shrugged. "There's a clinic downtown. They don't need parental consent. I could take you if you want."

The casual offer made Nina feel both protected and small.

"Maybe," she replied, following Rachel back into the bedroom.

Rachel flopped onto her bed, patting the space beside her. "Come on, you look dead on your feet."

Nina hesitated for only a moment before climbing onto the plush mattress. Her body still ached pleasantly, reminding her of everything that had happened. She settled next to Rachel, who immediately reached for the remote control, turning on the large TV mounted on her wall.

"How are you feeling?" Rachel asked, scrolling through Netflix options without really looking at them. "Honestly."

Nina considered the question. Her body was sore in ways she'd never experienced before, particularly between her legs. Her mind felt clearer after the shower but still slightly disconnected, like she was watching herself from a distance.

"I feel... different," she finally said. "Like... like I'm not the same person I was yesterday."

Rachel turned to look at her, expression unreadable. "Good different or bad different?"

"I'm not sure yet," Nina admitted. "But I don't regret it." The truth of that statement surprised her as she said it. Despite the intensity, despite how far beyond her previous experiences today or at the sleepover had been, she didn't feel regret. Confusion, wonder, fear, lingering pleasure, but not regret.

Rachel smiled, an expression that transformed her face from striking to beautiful. "Good. Because you were fucking amazing." She returned her attention to the TV, finally selecting a baking competition. "Now rest. Your body needs it after that workout."

Nina settled deeper into the pillows, inhaling the scent of Rachel's perfume that clung to the bedding. Her muscles relaxed one by one as exhaustion overtook her. The events of the day replayed in her mind until they blended together into a hazy collage of sensations.

Her eyelids grew heavy as Rachel's fingers absently stroked through her damp hair, the gentle touch lulling her toward sleep.

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Nina paced in her foyer, nervously tugging at her mint green athletic set. Following Rachel's instructions, she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath the bike shorts. She checked her reflection in the hallway mirror, adjusting her high ponytail and examining her crotch. Thankfully, the thick material didn't seem to reveal anything.

Her stomach fluttered with anticipation. This would be her first time alone with Rachel outside school, without Mia and Emily around. Their outing to the clinic last week kept replaying in her mind. Rachel's hand squeezing hers reassuringly in the waiting room, Mia flipping through pamphlets with an arched eyebrow, Emily giving her a sweet pep talk.

The sushi dinner afterward had been both mortifying and thrilling. Nina could still hear Mia's voice: "Look at our little freshman, all grown up and taking it raw."

"Shut up, she's blushing," Emily had giggled.

Soon after their food arrived, Nina was struggling to keep still as Rachel's hand worked beneath the table, her fingers slipping past the waistband of Nina's jeans and into her panties. Rachel had maintained perfect composure, casually discussing an upcoming chemistry test while rhythmically circling Nina's clit under the table. Nina bit her lip hard, gripping her chopsticks with white knuckles, desperate not to make a sound.

"Jesus Christ, Rachel. Really?" Mia had whispered gleefully, leaning across the table with an impressed grin. "You're going to get us kicked out of the only decent sushi place in town."

Emily, meanwhile, kept glancing anxiously toward the family seated two tables over, her cheeks flushed pink.

Nina's phone buzzed with a text from Rachel: "Outside, cutie 🩷"

Nina's heart leapt as she peered through the window. Rachel's sleek black SUV was idling at the curb. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her water bottle and house key, then slipped outside into the crisp morning air.

Rachel lowered her window, sunglasses perched on her nose. "Hey, baby. Looking cute. Hop in."

Nina climbed into the passenger seat, immediately enveloped in the scent of Rachel's expensive perfume. The car's interior was immaculate, not a wrapper or stray receipt in sight.

"Thanks for inviting me," Nina said, buckling her seatbelt. "I've been wanting to start jogging more."

Rachel smiled, pulling away from the curb. "I run three times a week. Good for keeping everything tight." She reached over and squeezed Nina's thigh, making her jump slightly. "Not that you need to worry about that with your little body."

Nina blushed, unsure how to respond to the compliment. "Where are we running?"

"Ridgeview Trail. It's about ten minutes from here. Nice views, not too crowded on Sunday mornings. Pretty easy trail." Rachel glanced over. "Did you follow my instructions?"

Heat crawled up Nina's neck. "Yes."

"Good," Rachel purred, returning her attention to the road. "You listen so well."

Nina fidgeted with her water bottle, simultaneously proud of Rachel's approval and nervous about what it might lead to. The memory of the past few weeks flashed through her mind, each scene making her pulse quicken.

"You been running long?" Nina asked, desperate to fill the silence with something normal.

"Since freshman year. My dad says cardio builds character." Rachel laughed. "Plus, people notice when you've got a good ass."

They drove through the quiet Sunday morning streets, houses still sleepy with drawn curtains. Rachel turned up the radio, some pop song Nina recognized from TikTok, and sang along confidently while drumming her fingers on the steering wheel.

Nina stole glances at Rachel's profile. Her sharp jawline, the perfect arch of her eyebrows. It was still surreal that someone like Rachel Wilson had taken an interest in her. Three weeks ago, Nina had been just another invisible freshman. Now she was riding shotgun in Rachel's car, invited into her inner circle, transformed by experiences that made her blush just thinking about them.

"You're staring," Rachel said without looking away from the road.

"Sorry," Nina mumbled, quickly turning toward the window.

Rachel smirked. "I didn't say stop."

They turned into a small parking lot nestled at the foot of wooded hills. A wooden sign marked the entrance to Ridgeview Trail. Only two other cars were parked there.

"Perfect," Rachel said, pulling into a spot and killing the engine. She removed her sunglasses and tossed them onto the dashboard. "Not too busy. I hate when the trail's crowded. Can't have a decent conversation with people huffing and puffing all around you."

Nina stepped out of the car, immediately appreciating the tranquility. Tall trees lined the trailhead, their leaves rustling in the light breeze. Rachel came around to her side, pulling a lightweight grey hoodie around her waist and tying it securely.

"We should stretch first," Rachel said, placing one foot on the back bumper of her SUV and leaning forward to reach her toes. The movement accentuated her curves, the black bike shorts hugging her thighs.

Nina mimicked Rachel's stretches, feeling awkward and uncoordinated in comparison. As she bent to touch her toes, she felt exposed, aware of how the mint green fabric stretched across her bottom.

"Here," Rachel said, stepping behind Nina as she straightened. "Your form needs work." Her hands settled on Nina's hips, adjusting her stance. Nina's breath caught at the contact.

Rachel's fingers smoothed down the sides of Nina's bike shorts, then unexpectedly moved to the center. With a deliberate motion, she tugged the seam upward between Nina's legs.

"Rachel!" Nina gasped, feeling the material wedge intimately against her bare skin.

"Just fixing your shorts," Rachel said innocently, though her smirk suggested otherwise. "They look better this way. Shows off your cute little pussy."

Nina glanced down, mortified to see the clear outline of her intimate parts visible through the stretched fabric. The shape was unmistakable.

"I can't run like this," Nina protested weakly, her fingers hovering near the bunched fabric, unsure whether to adjust it.

Rachel caught her wrist. "Don't touch. I like seeing you like this." Her blue eyes darkened. "Besides, we're the only ones here. Well, mostly." She nodded toward a middle-aged couple walking back toward the parking lot, still some distance away.

Nina's heartbeat quickened, that now-familiar mixture of embarrassment and excitement washing over her. She was becoming conditioned to this feeling. The threat of exposure, the thrill of doing whatever Rachel asked.

"Let's go," Rachel said, starting toward the trail entrance. "Try to keep up, baby."

Nina followed, acutely aware of the fabric rubbing between her legs with each step. The trail began with a gentle incline through trees, dappled sunlight breaking through the canopy above. Rachel set a moderate pace, her braided ponytail swinging rhythmically.

They jogged in silence for a few minutes, the only sounds their footfalls on the packed dirt and their synchronized breathing. Nina struggled to maintain Rachel's pace, especially with the distraction between her legs. Each stride created friction that sent tingling sensations through her body.

"How's it feeling?" Rachel asked over her shoulder, not even slightly winded.

Nina knew she wasn't asking about the run. "It-it's distracting."

Rachel slowed until they were running side by side. "Good distracting or bad distracting?"

Nina blushed. "Both."

Rachel laughed, the sound echoing through the trees. "You're so fucking cute."

The compliment warmed Nina from within. She'd give anything to know what Rachel saw in her. What made the most popular junior at Hillview High single her out from all the other freshmen?

The trail curved around a hillside, opening to a vista overlooking the town below. Rachel slowed to a walk, and Nina gratefully followed suit, trying to catch her breath.

"Let's take a break," Rachel said, moving toward a wooden bench positioned to take advantage of the view.

Nina sank onto the bench beside Rachel, sweat beading on her forehead. The morning sun illuminated the valley below, houses and streets like a miniature model village.

"Come here," Rachel commanded, patting her thighs.

Nina hesitated, glancing around nervously. "Someone might see."

"That's half the fun," Rachel replied, her blue eyes gleaming. "Come on, baby."

Something in Rachel's tone made resistance impossible. Nina rose and awkwardly settled onto Rachel's lap, her legs dangling to one side. She could feel the warmth of Rachel's thighs through their thin shorts.

"That's it," Rachel murmured, her hand settling on Nina's waist. "Comfy?"

Before Nina could answer, Rachel's other hand cupped her chin, tilting her face upward. Their eyes locked for a breathless moment before Rachel leaned in, pressing their lips together.

The kiss was gentle at first. Nothing like their first kiss during the sleepover, which had happened amid chaos. This was deliberate, intimate. Rachel's lips were soft, tasting faintly of mint. When her tongue swept across Nina's lower lip, a small gasp escaped.

"Open for me," Rachel whispered against her mouth.

Nina parted her lips, and Rachel deepened the kiss immediately, her tongue exploring with confident strokes. Nina's head spun, her body responding with a rush of warmth that pooled low in her belly. She'd never kissed like this before, not until Rachel.

Rachel's hand slid from Nina's waist up to her ribcage, then higher, cupping one small breast through the cropped tank top. Her thumb circled where Nina's nipple hardened against the fabric, drawing another soft sound from the freshman.

"You like that?" Rachel asked, breaking the kiss to watch Nina's face.

Nina nodded, unable to form words, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She was making out with Rachel Wilson. Of course she liked it.

Rachel smiled, a predatory gleam in her eyes, before capturing Nina's mouth again. This kiss was hungrier, demanding. Nina responded instinctively, her small body shifting on Rachel's lap as she tried to get closer. Rachel's hand continued to knead her breast, fingers occasionally pinching the hardened nipple through the thin athletic material.

"Such pretty little titties," Rachel murmured against her lips. "So sensitive."

Nina whimpered softly, feeling both self-conscious about their size and pleased by Rachel's attention. No one had ever touched her like this before Rachel came into her life. No one had made her feel both vulnerable and desired in equal measure.

Rachel's free hand slid from Nina's chin down her throat, fingertips tracing the delicate line of her collarbone before continuing lower. She teased along the hem of Nina's cropped tank, brushing the exposed strip of skin at her midriff.

"Your skin is so soft," Rachel whispered, her breath warm against Nina's ear.

Nina shivered, not from cold but from the intimacy of Rachel's words, the possessive tone that made her feel simultaneously small and precious. Rachel nipped at her earlobe, then traced a path of feather-light kisses down her neck, finding a spot that made Nina's breath hitch.

"Found it," Rachel said smugly, sucking gently at the sensitive skin where neck met shoulder.

Nina's eyes fluttered closed, her body responding with a rush of liquid heat between her legs. She became suddenly, acutely aware of the fabric already wedged there, creating pressure against her most sensitive parts.

Rachel's wandering hand slipped down Nina's stomach, fingers dancing along the waistband of her mint green bike shorts before moving lower. Nina tensed slightly, eyes darting around the empty trail.

"Nobody's here," Rachel assured her, though her flippant tone suggested she might not care either way. "Just us and the birds."

Her fingers found the front of Nina's shorts, where the material was already forming a distinct seam between her labia. With deliberate pressure, Rachel pushed the fabric deeper, using her fingertips to work it further between the soft folds.

"Oh!" Nina gasped, the sensation both uncomfortable and arousing.

"Spread a little wider for me," Rachel instructed, her voice husky with desire.

Nina hesitated only briefly before shifting her position, parting her thighs slightly. This new angle allowed Rachel better access, and she immediately took advantage, rubbing the bunched fabric against Nina's most intimate parts with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Rachel," Nina breathed, her hands clutching at Rachel's shoulders for stability.

"Yes, baby?" Rachel's eyes were focused on Nina's face, drinking in every reaction, every flicker of pleasure.

Nina couldn't articulate what she wanted. More pressure, less fabric between them, privacy, exposure? Her thoughts were a jumbled mess of contradictions. Instead, she buried her face against Rachel's neck, inhaling her perfume mixed with the light scent of sweat from their run.

Rachel continued her methodical teasing, occasionally pausing to push the fabric deeper between Nina's folds before resuming her rhythmic stroking. Each pass sent sparks of pleasure radiating through Nina's small body.

"You're getting so wet," Rachel observed, voice laced with satisfaction as she felt the growing dampness of the fabric. "Your little pussy is soaking through these shorts."

Nina made a sound that was part embarrassment, part arousal. The material was becoming dark, clinging to her intimate parts in a way that would be obvious to anyone who looked. The thought of walking back to the car like this, of anyone seeing the evidence of her arousal, made her stomach flip with both dread and a disturbing thrill.

"Let's see just how wet you are," Rachel murmured, hooking her fingers into the damp fabric wedged between Nina's legs. She pulled it outward, the material clinging stubbornly to Nina's soaked flesh before releasing with a soft, wet sound.

Nina's face flamed as Rachel examined the darkened, soaked fabric between her fingers. "God, you're drenched," Rachel said, eyes darkening with desire. "And we've barely started."

To Nina's surprise, Rachel reached into the pocket of her shorts and withdrew a small pink pocket knife. The morning sunlight glinted off the blade when she flicked it open.

"What are you—" Nina began, eyes widening.

"Shh, trust me," Rachel interrupted, her confident tone brooking no argument. "Hold still."

Pinching the fabric with the hand wrapped around Nina's back, Rachel began to cut the fabric right where it was the wettest, creating a small slit in the mint green material.

"Rachel!" Nina gasped, her body tensing. "You're ruining them!"

"I'll buy you new ones," Rachel dismissed, focused on her task.

The blade made a soft ripping sound as Rachel finished cutting a small hole. She closed the knife and returned it to her pocket before turning her attention back to her handiwork.

"Perfect," she murmured, her fingers tracing the edges of the torn fabric.

Without warning, Rachel slipped a finger through the opening, making direct contact with Nina's bare pussy. Nina jumped, a small cry escaping her lips.

"Fuck, you're soaked," Rachel whispered appreciatively, her finger gliding easily through Nina's wetness.

Nina whimpered, her hips instinctively rocking against Rachel's exploring finger. The direct stimulation was electrifying after the muted, tickling sensations through the fabric.

Rachel used her fingers to stretch the hole wider, tearing the material further until a proper opening formed between Nina's legs. "That's better," she said, admiring her work.

Two of Rachel's slender fingers slipped through the impromptu opening, diving directly into Nina's slick heat. The sudden penetration made Nina gasp and arch, her small body tensing on Rachel's lap.

"So tight," Rachel praised, her fingers curling upward to find the spot that made Nina tremble. "Your little cunt feels amazing, baby."

Nina's thighs quivered as Rachel established a steady rhythm, fingers pumping in and out of her wetness. The obscene, wet sounds that accompanied each thrust should have mortified her, but Nina was too consumed by sensation to care. Her hips began to move of their own accord, chasing Rachel's touch.

"That's it," Rachel encouraged, her free hand moving to cradle the back of Nina's neck. "Ride my fingers like a good girl."

She pulled Nina's face toward hers, capturing her mouth in another hungry kiss. Nina melted into it, overwhelmed by the dual assault on her senses. Rachel's expert fingers below, her demanding tongue above. Everything narrowed to these points of contact, the rest of the world fading away.

When Rachel's thumb found Nina's clit, pressing firmly against the swollen nub, Nina broke the kiss with a loud moan.

"Shhh," Rachel admonished, though her eyes sparkled with mischievous delight. "You want the whole trail to hear what a little slut you are?"

"S-sorry," Nina stammered, biting her lower lip to contain her sounds.

Rachel increased her pace, fingers thrusting deeper, harder. The torn edges of the bike shorts rubbed against Nina's sensitive flesh with each movement, adding another layer of stimulation. Nina buried her face against Rachel's neck again, trying desperately to muffle her whimpers.

"I can feel you getting closer," Rachel whispered directly into her ear. "Your pussy's squeezing my fingers so tight. Come for me, baby. Let me feel it."

Nina's breathing grew ragged, her small body tensing as the pressure built inside her. Rachel seemed to sense exactly what she needed, crooking her fingers to hit that perfect spot while her thumb continued its relentless assault on her clit.

"Rachel," Nina gasped, a warning and a plea rolled into one.

"That's it, let go for me," Rachel urged, her fingers working faster, the wet sounds of Nina's arousal growing louder in the quiet forest clearing.

The orgasm hit Nina like a lightning strike. Her back bowed, thighs clamping around Rachel's hand as pleasure coursed through her in uncontrollable waves. A strangled cry escaped her throat despite her best efforts, echoing briefly in the open air. Her whole body shuddered, inner walls pulsing rhythmically around Rachel's fingers as they continued to work her through the climax.

As the intense sensations began to ebb, Nina's awareness slowly expanded beyond her own pleasure. Her eyelids, heavy with satisfaction, fluttered open. And locked onto a pair of stunned eyes.

A man stood frozen on the trail not fifteen feet away. He was athletic-looking, perhaps in his early thirties, dressed in running gear with sweat darkening his shirt. His chest was still heaving from exertion, but his expression suggested his breathlessness might now have another cause. His wide eyes were fixed directly on the place where Rachel's fingers disappeared into the torn opening of Nina's shorts.

Horror and humiliation flooded Nina's system. She tried to scramble off Rachel's lap, to cover herself, but Rachel's arm around her waist tightened like a vise.

"Stay put," Rachel commanded quietly, her fingers still buried inside Nina.

To Nina's absolute mortification, Rachel slowly withdrew her glistening fingers before just as deliberately pushing them back in with an audible, wet squelch. Nina's oversensitive flesh responded with an involuntary clench.

"Oh my god," Nina whispered, her face burning. "Rachel, please."

Rachel's blue eyes never left the stranger as she slowly extracted her fingers from Nina's wetness. But instead of releasing Nina or covering her exposed flesh, Rachel did something unthinkable. She used both hands to rip the torn hole in the shorts wider, then used her fingertips to pull Nina's pussy lips apart, exposing her completely to the stunned runner.

"Isn't it the most perfect little pussy you've ever seen?" Rachel called out to him, her tone conversational despite the obscenity of the situation. "So pink and tight."

"Rachel!" Nina hissed, mortified beyond words, trying to squirm away. But her body betrayed her. The cool air hitting her exposed flesh, combined with the stranger's hungry stare, sent an unexpected jolt of arousal through her system. Her pussy clenched visibly, a fresh wash of wetness escaping her entrance.

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The man remained frozen, his running shoes rooted to the dirt path. His shocked expression had transformed into something darker, more primal. His eyes darted between Nina's exposed cunt and her flushed face, then to Rachel's challenging smile.

"I... shouldn't..." he managed, his voice rough, but he made no move to leave. Instead, he took a half-step closer, drawn like a magnet.

Nina should have been desperate for escape, should have been fighting Rachel's hold with everything she had. Instead, she found herself going limp in Rachel's grasp, surrendering to the unfolding scenario. A whimper escaped her throat, not of protest, but of confused desire.

Rachel noticed immediately. "See how wet she's getting?" she told the stranger, one finger tracing Nina's entrance for emphasis, gathering the evidence of her arousal. "She loves being watched. Loves knowing how hard your cock is getting just looking at her tight little pussy."

The filthy words, spoken so matter-of-factly, sent another wave of contradictory emotions through Nina. Shame and excitement swirling together until she couldn't tell them apart. She buried her face against Rachel's shoulder, unable to watch yet unable to protest. Rachel's words were true.

"What do you think?" Rachel pressed, her fingers still holding Nina open obscenely. "Doesn't she have the prettiest cunt you've ever seen? Why don't you come get a better look? She's even prettier up close."

The man swallowed visibly, glancing around as if expecting this to be some kind of setup. Finding the trail still deserted, he took another hesitant step forward.

"Time for a better view," Rachel whispered in Nina's ear. "Get up."

Before Nina could process what was happening, Rachel was guiding her off her lap and directing her toward the bench. "Knees on the seat, baby. Face the back."

Nina's limbs moved as if controlled by someone else, following Rachel's instructions without conscious thought. She found herself kneeling on the wooden bench seat, her hands gripping the back rest, her body trembling with a mixture of fear, shame, and undeniable arousal.

Rachel positioned herself behind Nina, reaching around to tear the hole in her shorts even wider until everything was exposed to the open air. "Arch your back more," she instructed, pushing down on Nina's lower back until her ass jutted out provocatively.

She turned to the man, who had moved closer, now standing just a few feet away. His running shorts did nothing to hide his obvious erection.

"She wants it. Don't you, Nina?"

Nina couldn't bring herself to answer, but her body responded for her. Knees parting slightly, her back arching deeper, presenting herself in a way that made her intentions unmistakable. She couldn't understand the heat coursing through her veins, the desperate emptiness that had formed between her legs. This was wrong, dangerous even, he was a complete stranger, easily twice her age, yet something about that fact only intensified the throbbing need in her core.

"I asked you a question," Rachel said, her tone sharpening as she delivered a light tap to Nina's exposed ass. "Tell him what you want."

Nina gasped at the sting, her head hanging between her shoulders as words tumbled from her lips. "I-I want it."

"Want what?" Rachel pressed, running her fingertips teasingly along Nina's slick folds. "Be specific, baby."

Nina's face burned with humiliation, but the words formed anyway. "I want him to-to fuck me."

The man groaned, taking another step forward. He was close enough now that Nina could smell him. Fresh sweat and a nice cologne that made her pussy clench.

"You hear that?" Rachel said to him, her fingers continuing to play with Nina's wetness. "She's begging for it. And look how wet she is for you." As if to prove her point, Rachel pushed two fingers deep inside Nina, then withdrew them coated in her arousal. "Come feel for yourself."

Nina whimpered as she heard him move behind her. When Rachel withdrew her hand and the first tentative touch of male fingers replaced them, Nina's entire body shuddered.

"Jesus," the man breathed, his fingers exploring Nina's exposed pussy with growing confidence. "She's soaked."

Nina quivered under his touch, her small body responding eagerly to the unfamiliar fingers probing her entrance. There was something thrilling about not knowing his name, not really seeing his face. Just the rough, masculine touch of a total stranger who happened upon her in the woods. She'd never fantasized about something like this before, yet her body was reacting with primal hunger.

"She likes older men," Rachel said matter-of-factly, as if discussing something mundane. "Don't you, baby? You like knowing this grown man wants your sweet little pussy."

Nina nodded weakly, unable to deny it as her hips instinctively pushed back against his exploring fingers. She heard the rustle of fabric behind her, then felt something hot and hard pressing against her thigh.

"Please," she whispered, surprising herself with the desperation in her voice.

"Hear that?" Rachel laughed. "Such a little slut." She moved into Nina's line of vision, stroking Nina's hair back from her flushed face. "Look at me, baby. I want to see your face when he puts it in you."

Nina raised her head, meeting Rachel's intense blue gaze. Behind her, she felt the blunt head of the stranger's cock nudging against her entrance, probing between her slick folds. He felt bigger than any of the boys she'd had sex with before and the realization sent another flood of wetness between her legs.

"That's it," Rachel encouraged, her eyes never leaving Nina's face as the man began to push forward. "Take it all."

Nina's mouth fell open in a silent gasp as he breached her entrance, stretching her. Her fingers gripped the back of the bench so tightly her knuckles turned white.

"Fuck," the man grunted, his voice strained as he sank deeper into her tight heat. "She's so tight."

The stretching sensation bordered on uncomfortable, yet Nina found herself pushing back, seeking more of the delicious fullness. Rachel watched the expressions flicker across Nina's face, pain, pleasure, shock, with fascinated intensity, her own breathing quickening as the man seated himself fully inside Nina's small body.

"Does it hurt, baby?" Rachel asked, her tone surprisingly tender.

Nina nodded slightly, then shook her head, unable to articulate the complex mixture of sensations. It did hurt, but in a way that made her want more, not less. The man's hands gripped her narrow hips, his fingers nearly spanning her entire waist, and the size difference between them only heightened her arousal.

"Look how tiny you are compared to him," Rachel murmured. "He's splitting your open."

The stranger began to move, drawing back slowly before pushing forward again. Each thrust pushed a small sound from Nina's throat, something between a whimper and a moan. The bench creaked beneath them, the wooden slats digging into Nina's knees.

"That's it," Rachel encouraged, her eyes darting between Nina's face and where the stranger's cock disappeared into her body. "Take his big cock."

The man's pace quickened, his initial restraint giving way to more primal urges. His fingers dug into Nina's flesh as he pulled her back to meet each thrust, his breathing becoming ragged.

"She hasn't even had her first period yet," Rachel lied smoothly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "So you can just come inside."

The man groaned at Rachel's words, his rhythm faltering momentarily before resuming with increased vigor. Nina's eyes widened, both at the lie and at the man's reaction to it. His thrusts became more urgent, more forceful, driving deeper into her small body.

"Oh!" Nina gasped as the new angle hit something exquisite inside her. Each powerful thrust now struck that perfect spot, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through her pelvis.

Rachel noticed the change in Nina's expression immediately. "There it is," she whispered, her hand sliding down Nina's stomach to find her clit. "He's hitting your sweet spot, isn't he?"

When Rachel's fingers found Nina's swollen clit, the dual stimulation overwhelmed her senses. The stranger's thick cock stretching her inner walls, striking that perfect spot with each thrust, combined with Rachel's touch, it was too much, too intense.

"Oh god," Nina whimpered, her inner walls beginning to flutter around the invading hardness.

"She's close," Rachel informed the man, her fingers working faster against Nina's clit. "Fuck harder."

The stranger complied eagerly, his hips snapping forward with renewed force. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the trees, punctuated by Nina's increasingly desperate moans. Her small body rocked with each powerful thrust, her knuckles white as she clung to the bench.

"That's it, baby," Rachel cooed, her fingers never ceasing their relentless circles. "Let go. Show this stranger how good he's making you feel."

Something about Rachel's words, the reminder that this was a complete stranger taking her on a public trail, pushed Nina over the edge. The orgasm crashed through her with unexpected ferocity, her inner walls clamping down on the thick cock buried inside her. Her cries filled the clearing as pleasure radiated from her core in intense waves.

The man groaned as Nina's pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him with rhythmic contractions. He maintained his punishing pace through her climax, gripping her hips even tighter as she trembled beneath him.

"Fuck, she's squeezing so tight," he grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

Nina slumped forward against the bench, utterly spent from her powerful orgasm, but the man wasn't finished. He continued to pound into her oversensitive flesh, each thrust now bringing a mixture of pleasure and almost-pain that made her whimper.

Rachel stroked Nina's sweat-dampened hair, watching her face contort with each powerful thrust. "Give her your cum," she urged the man. "Fill her up."

The stranger's movements grew increasingly desperate, his breathing harsh and uneven. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside Nina, his cock pulsing as he began to empty himself.

"Oh god," he groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as spurts of warm semen flooded her insides.

The sensation of being filled triggered a smaller aftershock through Nina's body, a little flutter of pleasure that made her moan softly.

As soon as his climax subsided, reality seemed to crash down on the man. He quickly withdrew, his softening cock slipping free with a wet sound. Nina could feel his warm seed beginning to leak from her well-used opening.

"Shit," he muttered, fumbling to tuck himself back into his running shorts. "Shit, shit, shit."

His panic was palpable as he backed away, eyes wide with the sudden recognition of what he'd just done. Without another word, he turned and bolted down the trail, still adjusting his clothes as he fled.

Rachel burst into laughter, watching his retreating form disappear around a bend in the trail. "Oh my god, did you see his face? Like he just realized he could go to prison." Her laughter rang through the clearing, carefree and cruel.

Nina remained slumped over the bench, her body still trembling with aftershocks, trying to process what had just happened. She could feel the stranger's warm seed trickling down her inner thighs, a visceral reminder of the line they'd just crossed.

"Rachel," she whispered, uncertain how to articulate the storm of emotions inside her.

Rachel moved behind Nina, spreading her cheeks to examine the damage. "Look at you," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction. "His cum is just pouring out of you."

Before Nina could respond, she felt Rachel's fingers gathering the escaping semen, pushing it back inside her sensitive opening.

"We should get you cleaned up," Rachel said, but instead of helping Nina to her feet, she pulled out her phone. "But first..."

"What are you doing?" she gasped, trying to look over her shoulder.

"Documenting," Rachel replied simply, taking several photos of Nina's exposed, leaking pussy. "You look so fucking hot like this. Freshly fucked by a complete stranger. Your little cunt is all red and swollen."

Nina should have protested, should have been horrified at being photographed in such a compromising position. Instead, she found herself arching her back slightly, presenting herself better for the camera. The idea of Rachel having these images, looking at them later, sharing them with Mia, maybe. It sent another confused thrill through her exhausted body.

The sound of voices approaching from further down the trail suddenly cut through their bubble. A group of hikers was coming their way.

"Rachel!" Nina hissed in panic, scrambling to pull herself upright. "People are coming!"

But Rachel didn't move to help her. Instead, she placed a firm hand between Nina's shoulder blades, keeping her bent over the bench. "Stay just like this," she commanded, her voice low.

"We can't-they'll see—" Nina's heart hammered in her chest, the voices growing closer by the second.

"That's the point," Rachel said, her eyes gleaming with dangerous excitement. "I want them to see what a nasty little slut you are."

Nina's breath caught in her throat. The rational part of her brain screamed for her to get up, to cover herself, to run. But a darker, newer part of her responded to Rachel's words with a fresh rush of wetness between her thighs.

"Please," she whispered, though she wasn't entirely sure what she was begging for anymore.

The voices were close enough now to distinguish individual speakers. It sounded like a family group with children. Nina closed her eyes, trembling with a volatile mixture of terror and forbidden excitement.

"Fine," Rachel sighed dramatically, helping Nina to her feet. "But only because I don't need some Karen calling the cops."

Nina's legs wobbled as she stood. She looked down at the destroyed bike shorts, the torn fabric between her legs leaving her completely exposed, the edges of the hole soaking wet and chilly.

"Rachel," she whispered frantically.

Rachel was already untying the hoodie from around her waist, holding it up for Nina to slip her arms into. "I've got you, baby," she said, her tone shifting to something protective.

Nina quickly thrust her arms through the sleeves, grateful for Rachel's foresight. The heather grey material was soft against her skin as Rachel zipped it up. The hoodie was oversized on Nina's small frame, falling well below her hips and completely covering the evidence of their activities.

Just as the zipper reached the top, a family rounded the bend in the trail. A middle-aged couple with two pre-teen children and a golden retriever on a leash.

"Morning!" the father called cheerfully as they approached.

Rachel waved back with perfect composure, as if they hadn't just been engaged in something completely illegal moments before. "Beautiful day, huh?" she responded, her hand settling possessively on the small of Nina's back.

Nina managed a weak smile, painfully aware of the stranger's semen still leaking down her thighs beneath the hoodie. Her ruined shorts were hidden from view, but she could feel the sticky aftermath with every slight movement.

The family passed by, the dog pausing to sniff curiously in their direction before being tugged along by one of the children. Nina held her breath until they were safely past, exhaling only when the family continued down the trail.

"That was too close."

Rachel chuckled, taking Nina's hand and interlacing their fingers. "Come on, I think we've had enough cardio for one day."

They began walking back toward the parking lot, Nina feeling the slickness running out of her to be caught by the torn edges of her shorts. Each step reminded her of what had just happened, of how completely she'd surrendered to Rachel's orchestrations.

"You okay?" Rachel asked, her thumb stroking Nina's the back of Nina's hand in a surprisingly gentle gesture.

Nina nodded, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions. "I just-I can't believe that happened."

"You were amazing," Rachel said, squeezing her hand. "That was so fucking hot."

Nina blushed deeply, but couldn't deny the flutter of pride she felt at Rachel's praise.

"He was so much older," she whispered, still shocked at herself.

"That's what made it so hot," Rachel replied with a knowing smirk. "The look on his face when I told him you hadn't even had your period yet!"

"Rachel!" Nina exclaimed, knocking her shoulder into Rachel's arm. "Why did you say that?"

"Because it made him hornier," Rachel stated simply. "I could literally see his cock twitch. He was a pervert."

"Says the girl who set the whole thing up," Nina replied, surprising herself with her boldness.

Rachel's eyebrows shot up, then she burst into laughter. "Look at you getting sassy." She pulled Nina closer and pressed a kiss to her temple. "But you're right. I'm definitely a pervert. But so are you."

They reached the parking lot, which now had a few more cars than when they'd arrived. Rachel guided Nina toward the small concrete park bathroom at the edge of the lot.

"Go clean yourself up," she instructed, nodding toward the bathroom. "I'll grab you something from the car."

Nina hesitated, glancing down at her legs where she could feel wetness still trailing down her thighs. "What if someone's in there?"

"Just go in a stall," Rachel said with a pat to her butt. "I'll be right back."

Nina scurried to the bathroom, grateful to find it empty. She locked herself in a stall and carefully removed Rachel's hoodie, hanging it on the hook on the back of the door. The damage to her bike shorts was even worse than she'd imagined. A gaping hole exposed her entire crotch, the edges wet and ragged, far beyond repair.

Using toilet paper, she did her best to clean the sticky mixture of her own arousal and the stranger's semen from her thighs and between her legs. The reality of what they'd done hit her again as she wiped away the evidence. She'd just had unprotected sex with a complete stranger in public. Had willingly offered herself to him at Rachel's direction.

And she'd enjoyed it. Had come harder than ever before.

A knock on the stall door made her jump.

"It's me," Rachel's voice called softly. "I've got clothes."

Nina opened the door just enough to peek out. Rachel stood there with a folded bundle of fabric, a smile playing at her lips.

"Thought you might need these," she said, passing the clothes through the gap. "I had them in my car."

Nina took the bundle, surprised to find not just a pair of black leggings but also a pair of cute underwear with a pattern of tiny red and green apples. "You had these ready?"

"I like to be prepared," Rachel replied with a smirk. "Hand me those shorts when you're done. I'll throw them away." She nodded toward the large trash bin near the bathroom entrance.

Nina nodded, grateful that Rachel was taking care of that detail too.

"Hurry up," Rachel added. "We're going for breakfast and I want to get there before the churches let out."

As Nina changed, she bundled up the torn, soiled shorts, cringing at the state of them. When she peeked out of the stall, Rachel was waiting. Nina handed over the mint green bundle wordlessly and then blushed as Rachel smelled the before stuffing them deep in the bathroom trash can, burying them beneath paper towels.

"There," Rachel said, turning around to wash her hands. "No one will find those."

Nina quickly changed, amazed that Rachel had not only brought backup clothes but that they were perfectly her size. The apple-patterned underwear were cute and girly, a stark contrast to what she'd just been doing. The leggings were soft and cut perfectly. She zipped Rachel's hoodie back on over her mint green tank top and exited the stall, catching sight of herself in the bathroom mirror. Her ponytail had partially come undone, wisps of brown hair framing her flushed face.

Rachel was waiting outside, leaning against the SUV. When Nina approached, she opened the passenger door for her. "You look better," she observed, then reached into the center console as Nina settled in. She produced a small clear bottle of perfume and misted it over Nina. "Jo Malone," she explained. "Works wonders."

A fresh, sweet scent enveloped Nina as Rachel sprayed herself as well before tossing the bottle back into the console. Nina pulled down the sun visor to check her reflection in the small mirror, working to fix her disheveled ponytail.

"Here," Rachel said, handing her a small hairbrush from the console. "You've got sex hair."

Nina blushed as she brushed her long brown waves back into a neater ponytail. "Where are we going?" she asked.

"Maple & Vine," Rachel replied, starting the engine. "Best brunch in town. They make these ridiculous cinnamon roll pancakes that are basically orgasmic."

Her choice of words made Nina blush again, her actual orgasms still fresh in her mind.

As they drove, Nina watched the scenery pass by, trying to reconcile the girl she'd been just an hour ago with the one sitting in Rachel Wilson's car now. A girl who'd let a stranger take her on a public bench. A girl who'd come harder than ever while Rachel watched and directed the whole thing.

"What are you thinking about?" Rachel asked, glancing over.

"Nothing," Nina lied, then amended, "Everything. It's just. A lot."

Rachel reached across to squeeze Nina's thigh. "You were perfect, baby. So perfect."

Fifteen minutes later, they were seated at a corner table in Maple & Vine, a trendy café with exposed brick walls and hanging plants. The Sunday morning crowd was picking up, well-dressed families filtering in after church services. Nina felt strangely disconnected from them, as if she existed in a different reality.

A server took their order; a vanilla latte for Nina and an iced caramel macchiato for Rachel, plus those cinnamon roll pancakes to share, and a side of bacon. When the server left, Rachel leaned forward, lowering her voice.

"There's just one thing I'm sad about," she said, her blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

"What?" Nina asked, her stomach fluttering nervously.

Rachel's tongue darted out to wet her lower lip. "I didn't get to clean you up properly." Her foot nudged against Nina's beneath the table. "I was looking forward to eating his cum out of your little pussy."

Nina nearly choked on her water, glancing around frantically to make sure no one had overheard. "Rachel!" she hissed.

Rachel grinned, clearly enjoying Nina's scandalized reaction. "What? It's my favorite part." She took a sip of water, maintaining eye contact over the rim of her glass. "Next time, I'll make sure we have privacy afterward."

"Next time?" Nina echoed weakly, her pulse quickening at the implication.

"Of course," Rachel replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Unless you're telling me you didn't enjoy it?" Her eyebrow arched in challenge.

Nina looked down at the table, unable to maintain eye contact while discussing this in public. "I did," she admitted quietly. "But it was so risky."

"That's what made it so good," Rachel said, leaning back as their coffees arrived. She thanked the server with a sweet smile that revealed nothing of their conversation's nature. When they were alone again, she continued, quiet again. "I can't wait to go home and masturbate over it."

Nina's cheeks flamed at Rachel's confession, the mental image of Rachel touching herself while thinking about their morning activities sending an unexpected thrill through her body. She'd been masturbating more frequently herself lately, replaying moments from the sleepover and the art classroom in her mind as she touched herself under her covers at night.

"You're blushing, baby," Rachel observed, stirring her iced macchiato with obvious delight. "Does that turn you on? Knowing I'll be getting myself off thinking about you later?"

Nina nodded almost imperceptibly, taking a sip of her vanilla latte to hide her embarrassment.

"Good," Rachel said with satisfaction, then mercifully changed the subject. "So, have you started that big paper on Gatsby yet? Mr. Turner is such a hardass about formatting, by the way."

Nina relaxed slightly at the shift to normal teenage conversation. "I've done the outline. I'm going to be typical and focus on the symbolism of the green light."

"A classic for a reason." Rachel nodded approvingly. "I did mine on the eyes of Dr. T.J. Eckleburg, my freshman year. Got an A-minus."

When their cinnamon roll pancakes arrived, Rachel immediately took out her phone. "This is definitely story-worthy," she announced, arranging the plate and their coffees for the perfect shot. "Smile!"

Nina offered a shy smile as Rachel snapped several photos of both her and their decadent breakfast. She watched as Rachel tapped away at her screen, adding filters and tags.

"There," Rachel said, showing Nina the finished post. She'd tagged Nina's account and added "Sunday morning with my favorite freshman 🩷" as the caption.

Nina's heart fluttered at being publicly claimed as Rachel's "favorite." Just weeks ago, she would have given anything for the popular junior to even know her name.

They dug into their pancakes, which were indeed as delicious as Rachel had promised. Layers of cinnamon swirl inside fluffy pancakes, topped with cream cheese glaze. Their conversation drifted between school gossip, complaining about teachers, and Rachel telling stories about last year's seniors.

"So," Rachel said as they were finishing. "Homecoming's in three weeks."

Nina nodded, dabbing at a bit of glaze on her lip with her napkin. "Yeah. Emily was talking about dress shopping the other day. Carter asked her pretty early."

"Are you going?" Rachel asked, swirling the ice in her nearly empty drink.

Nina shrugged. "I wasn't really planning on it. Freshmen don't usually go unless an upperclassman asks them."

"What if someone did ask you?" Rachel's blue eyes fixed intently on Nina's face.

"I guess it would depend on who," Nina replied cautiously, her heart beginning to race.

Rachel reached across the table to take Nina's hand. "Would you go with me?"

Nina blinked in surprise. "Like, as your date?"

"Yes, Nina, as my date," Rachel confirmed, a hint of her usual impatience showing. "I don't want anyone else taking you. The thought of some pimply boy with his hands all over you at the dance makes me want to commit homicide."

The possessive edge in Rachel's voice sent a warm thrill through Nina's body. "You'd be jealous?"

"Insanely," Rachel admitted, her thumb tracing circles on Nina's palm. "If I had to watch while he grabbed your ass during slow dances I'd probably end up in prison." She paused. "So? Will you go with me?"

Nina stared at Rachel, momentarily speechless. The idea that Rachel Wilson would be jealous over her was almost too much to process. A smile slowly spread across her face, warmth blooming in her chest.

"Yes," she said softly. "I'd love to go with you."

Relief washed over Rachel's features, quickly replaced by her usual confident smile. "Good. We'll kill it. Get ready to be the hottest couple there." She squeezed Nina's hand once more before releasing it to signal for the check. "We've got to go dress shopping. I'm thinking coordinating colors."

Nina nodded, already imagining the envious stares of her classmates as she walked into homecoming on Rachel's arm. "That sounds perfect."

As Rachel paid the bill, waving away Nina's offer to contribute, Nina found herself reflecting on the whirlwind transformation of her freshman year. Just weeks ago, she'd been invisible. A quiet, studious girl navigating the terrifying landscape of high school alone. Now she was being asked to homecoming by the most popular junior.

Outside the restaurant, Rachel opened the passenger door of her SUV for Nina. Before Nina could climb in, Rachel caught her by the waist, pulling her close.

"One more thing," she murmured, leaning down until their lips were almost touching. "This doesn't mean I'm going to stop sharing you. It just means you're mine to share. Understand?"

A shiver ran down Nina's spine at the possessive declaration and its implications. She nodded, her eyes wide. It already felt that way, after all.

"Good," Rachel whispered, sealing the agreement with a kiss that left Nina breathless.

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"That one's too safe," Rachel's voice carried from one of the stalls. "You're nominated for queen, Mia. You need something that makes a statement."

"I already told you, I'm not campaigning," Mia replied, the eye roll evident in her tone even through the partition. "Brianna Matthews has been handing out candy bars with 'Vote Brianna' wrappers. I refuse to debase myself like that."

Nina smiled to herself. That was Mia, confident enough not to care about winning.

Nina adjusted her blue gingham sundress in the mirror, smoothing the fabric over her small frame. The boutique's three-way mirror reflected her from multiple angles, and she couldn't help noticing how childish she looked compared to her friends.

"Nina, help me zip?" Emily called, emerging from another changing room in a deep pink racerback dress. "What do you think?"

"It's beautiful," Nina said sincerely, moving behind Emily to pull the zipper up. The dress hugged Emily's curves perfectly. Nina felt a flutter of admiration mixed with envy. Emily's body was everything Nina's wasn't.

"You think? Not too much?" Emily twisted to see herself from different angles.

"It's gorgeous," Nina assured her. "The color really brings out your eyes."

Rachel's stall door swung open dramatically. She stepped out in a shimmering midnight blue dress with a plunging neckline that showcased her cleavage. The material clung to her curves before flaring slightly at the knee, with a slit up one side.

"Wow, Rachel. That's killer," Emily said.

"Damn, best one yet." Mia whistled, appearing in her own doorway wearing an electric green mini dress with sequins that sparkled under the boutique lights. "That's going to give Mr. Peterson a heart attack when we walk in."

Rachel smiled, turning to examine her silhouette. "That's the idea." Mia laughed, shutting her door. Rachel's eyes caught Nina's in the mirror. "What do you think?"

Nina blushed, eyes dropping to Rachel's breasts and then quickly away. "You look amazing."

Rachel smirked and posed in front of the mirror some more. Nina couldn't help but watch.

"Definitely this one," Rachel said with a nod, before going back into her fitting room. Nina could hear the soft rustle of fabric as she changed.

Nina wandered back over to the small rolling rack of blue dresses the saleswoman had pulled in her size, fingers trailing. She paused at a silky material that felt cool to the touch, then moved to a more structured piece with beads all over.

Rachel emerged in her jeans and crop top, holding her dress on its hanger. "Let's find your match," she said, hanging her dress on the end of Nina's rack.

Nina nodded, her heart fluttering at the idea of her and Rachel in coordinating dresses. She still couldn't believe a popular junior had asked her to homecoming. And a girl, at that. No one else could believe it either. The school had been buzzing with whispers ever since. Kids who hadn't even spoken to Nina suddenly knew her name, their curious eyes following her in the hallways.

"What about this?" Nina pulled out a sweet powder blue dress she had been eyeing earlier.

Rachel wrinkled her nose. "Too middle school dance. And it's not quite the right shade to go with mine." She continued searching, pulling out a periwinkle dress with a full skirt. "Cute, but too princessy."

Then her eyes lit up as she pulled a dress from the back of the rack. "This one."

The dress was a pale ice blue with thin spaghetti straps. The bodice was fitted, with delicate beading, while the skirt consisted of layers of floaty chiffon that split up one side.

"It might be a little—" Nina hesitated, noting how much skin it would show.

"Perfect," Rachel finished for her. "Come on, let's try it."

Before Nina could protest, Rachel was guiding her toward the fitting room she had used, following her inside and locking the door behind them.

"Rachel!" Nina whispered. "We can't both—"

"Shh," Rachel placed a finger against Nina's lips. "I need to see how it looks. Besides, it's not like I haven't seen everything in detail already." Her intense gaze made Nina's cheeks burn.

"Come here," Rachel commanded, already reaching for the buttons on Nina's sundress.

"I can do it myself," Nina protested weakly, but Rachel's fingers were already working down the front of her dress, deliberately brushing against her skin. Each little touch made Nina shiver.

"So independent," Rachel teased, popping open another button. "My little freshman, thinking she doesn't need me." Her voice dropped lower. "But we both know better, don't we?"

Nina swallowed hard as Rachel undid the last button, letting the dress fall open. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest.

"What are you hiding?" Rachel laughed softly, pulling Nina's arms away. "These adorable little bee stings?" She brushed her thumbs over Nina's small breasts, causing her nipples to harden instantly.

Heat crawled up Nina's neck as Rachel circled behind her, sliding the dress off her shoulders. Standing in just her panties, Nina felt impossibly small in the mirror, especially with Rachel's taller frame behind her.

"Look at you," Rachel whispered, her hands settling on Nina's waist. "So tiny. So perfect." Her fingers traced upward, grazing Nina's ribs. "The guys are going to lose their minds when they see you at homecoming."

Nina shivered. "But we're going together..."

"We are, baby. But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy watching them drool." Rachel reached for the ice blue dress. "Let's see how this looks on you."

Nina slipped into the dress, the cool fabric of the lining sliding against her skin. Rachel zipped it up, her fingers lingering on Nina's shoulder blades.

"Turn for me," Rachel instructed.

Nina obeyed, the chiffon swirling around her legs. The dress fit surprisingly well in the bodice, hugging her small frame perfectly, though the straight-across neckline sat quite low.

"Look at you," Rachel breathed, genuine admiration in her eyes. "It's perfect."

Nina examined her reflection, noticing how the pale blue fabric made her dark eyes stand out and her skin glow. Maybe they really would be the best looking couple at the dance.

"It's a bit long," Rachel observed. "They'll need to hem it for your little pixie height." She looked at Nina with a teasing smile. "Luckily, this place handles alterations."

Nina nodded, twirling slightly to see how the dress moved. The split in the skirt parted, revealing a flash of thigh.

"I love this slit," Rachel murmured, her hand sliding up Nina's bare leg. "Easy access." Her fingers crept higher, tracing the edge of Nina's panties. "How convenient."

"Rachel," Nina whispered, glancing nervously toward the door. "Not here."

"Why not?" Rachel's fingers pressed against the thin cotton of Nina's panties, finding the heat beneath. "Nobody can see. Just need to keep quiet."

Nina's breath caught as Rachel's middle finger traced her slit through the fabric. Despite her protests, her body responded immediately, a familiar warmth building between her legs.

"You're already getting wet," Rachel observed, her voice low and throaty. "Just thinking about what might happen in this dress, aren't you?"

Nina gripped Rachel's shoulders for support. "No-I-what?"

Rachel's eyes glinted mischievously as she leaned in, lips brushing Nina's ear. "Homecoming night is going to be so fun, baby." Her finger pushed the panties aside, finding Nina's pussy directly.

Nina tried to process Rachel's words, but her mind clouded as Rachel's finger circled her clit. A soft whimper escaped her lips.

"Remember what I told you?" Rachel continued, sliding her finger lower. "I think a few of the guys would love to see what's under this cute dress."

Nina gasped as Rachel's finger pushed inside her. "You mean—"

"I mean, Gabe's asked me about you. Brandon too." Rachel added a second finger and curled them upward. She pumped her fingers slowly, deliberately. "The limo is actually going to be pretty full, our group is kinda big."

Nina's head fell back as Rachel's fingers moved inside her. The idea of being shared with more guys from their school should have been horrifying to her. But now all she could think was how many as her arousal increased.

Rachel's hand moved faster, her palm rubbing against Nina's clit while her fingers worked inside her. Nina's hips began to rock involuntarily, seeking more friction.

"Rachel," she whimpered, trying to stay quiet but failing as pleasure built rapidly. A moan escaped her lips, louder than she intended.

"Well, well. What's happening in there?" Mia's amused voice came from just outside the door.

Nina froze in horror, but Rachel didn't stop. Instead, she pushed deeper, her thumb now circling Nina's clit deliberately. Mortification washed over Nina, but beneath it was an undeniable surge of excitement.

"Just helping with the fit," Rachel called back casually, her free hand coming up to cover Nina's mouth.

"Must be real tight," Mia laughed.

"Is Nina okay?" Emily's concerned voice joined in.

"Oh, she's more than okay," Mia replied. "Rachel's pretty talented with her hands."

"Rachel!" Emily hissed. "Not here."

Rachel laughed.

Nina felt frozen with embarrassment, but something about being exposed like this, about Mia and Emily knowing exactly what was happening behind the door, sent a surge of heat through her body.

"That's it, baby," Rachel whispered, feeling Nina tighten around her fingers.

Mia's voice came again, low and teasing: "Bet that pretty little pussy is just dripping. You better make her come before she ruins the dress. Girl gets so fucking wet."

The crude comment pushed Nina over the edge. Her body tensed as waves of pleasure crashed through her, Rachel's fingers buried deep inside while her thumb worked mercilessly against her clit. Nina cried out against Rachel's palm, her knees nearly buckling.

"There you go," Rachel murmured, slowly withdrawing her fingers as Nina's body stopped shuddering. She brought her glistening fingers to her own mouth, licking them clean while maintaining eye contact with Nina.

Nina leaned against the mirror, trying to catch her breath as Rachel unlocked the door. She wanted to stop Rachel from opening it, but her legs felt like jelly and she couldn't get words to form in her reeling mind.

Mia stood there with a knowing smirk, Emily beside her looking both embarrassed and amused.

"The dress looks amazing," Emily said quickly, trying to normalize the moment.

"Spin for us," Rachel instructed, as if nothing had happened.

Nina complied, her legs still trembling slightly as she turned in a small circle.

"It's gorgeous," Mia nodded approvingly. "The color is perfect with your skin tone."

A saleswoman approached the fitting rooms with a polite smile. "Have we found something we like?"

"Yes," Rachel answered for Nina. "But it needs hemmed."

"Of course. Our tailor is available now, if you'd like."

Nina's eyes widened in panic. Would the tailor be able to smell her arousal? Would they look up her dress and see how wet her panties were?

The saleswoman led Nina to a small platform where an older woman with silver-streaked hair and glasses waited with a tape measure draped around her neck.

"Such a lovely choice," the tailor commented, circling Nina. "But yes, definitely too long for your frame."

Nina stood rigidly as the woman knelt before her, terrified the tailor would somehow know what had just transpired.

"I'm thinking just above the knee," the tailor suggested, folding the fabric up and looking into the mirror.

"Could we go a bit shorter?" Rachel asked from where she lounged in a nearby chair, flicking through her phone. "Maybe mid-thigh?"

The tailor looked up with a knowing smile. "You teenagers, always pushing boundaries." She adjusted the fabric higher. "How about here? Still tasteful, but a little more leg."

"Perfect," Rachel agreed, giving Nina a smirk.

Nina pushed open her front door, shopping bag from Nordstrom swinging from her wrist. The house smelled of cinnamon and apples, her mom's favorite fall wax melts already warming the entryway.

"Is that you, honey?" her mother called from the kitchen.

"Yeah, Mom," Nina replied, kicking off her shoes and padding toward the kitchen in her socks.

Katherine Collins stood at the island counter, slicing potatoes for dinner. She looked up with a warm smile, tucking a strand of her straight brown hair behind her ear. "How was shopping? Did you find a dress?"

Nina set her shopping bag on a stool. "Good. Found a dress. And shoes," she said, pulling out a box containing strappy silver heels. "The dress is being hemmed. Should be ready Thursday."

Her mother wiped her hands on a dish towel. "Let me see those shoes." She examined them with an approving nod. "These are gorgeous. Not too high either, which is good. You're not used to heels, yet, no need to go breaking your neck."

"Rachel helped me pick them," Nina said.

"Rachel again," her mother said, resuming her chopping. "She seems to be involved in everything these days."

Nina felt her heartbeat quicken. "She has good taste."

Katherine looked up, studying her daughter. "So, where's the receipt? Did you stay within budget?" Nina froze. Her mother pursed her lips. "It's okay if you went a little over."

Nina fidgeted with the tissue paper from the shoe box. "Actually, Rachel insisted on paying for the dress. And the shoes."

Her mother's knife paused mid-chop. "Nina, that's too much. We can afford your homecoming dress."

"I tried to stop her," Nina protested weakly. "She said it was her treat since-since we're going together."

Katherine's eyebrows raised slightly. "Going together?" She set down her knife carefully. "I thought you said you were going with friends. Plural."

Nina's stomach knotted. Did her mom suspect something? Could she somehow tell what had happened in that fitting room only a couple of hours ago? Nina imagined her guilt must be written all over her face.

"I am going with friends," Nina said quickly. "Mia and Emily will be there too. And some other people from school." Her cheeks heated at the thought of who might be joining them.

"In a group, then," her mother nodded. But her eyes sharpened. "But Rachel paid for your dress and shoes? That's quite generous."

Nina took a deep breath. "She's also covering my part of the limo."

Her mother folded her arms. "Nina, what's going on? You can tell me anything, you know that. I really mean it. Anything. No judgement."

The words sent panic racing through Nina's body. Anything? Could she tell her mother about multiple guys fucking her without protection? During school? About the stranger in the park? Her palms grew clammy as she imagined her mother's reaction to learning what her little girl had been doing. She couldn't actually mean anything.

"Mom, it's not a big deal," Nina said, her voice higher than normal. "We're just—" She stopped, unsure how to define what she and Rachel were.

Her mother's expression softened. "Nina, honey, are you and Rachel more than friends?"

Nina's eyes widened. That was what her mother suspected? Relief washed over her so intensely she nearly laughed. This was only about dating a girl.

"Kind of," Nina admitted, fidgeting with a button on her sundress. "We haven't really put a label on it yet."

Her mother nodded slowly, processing. "I see." She started layering the potato slices neatly in a casserole dish. "That's why she's paying for everything? Because you're her date?"

"I guess," Nina said, still amazed at how simple this conversation was compared to what she'd feared. "Is that okay?"

Katherine looked up, her expression warm. "Of course it's okay, sweetie." She paused, seeming to consider her next words. "Do you like girls? Or are you bisexual, or…?" She trailed off, clearly trying to use the right terminology.

Nina shrugged, feeling strangely glad to be discussing this compared to her other secrets. She knew her parents had always been open-minded and progressive, she just hadn't planned on telling them anything for a while. "I don't know. Maybe bi or something, I guess? I haven't really thought about it that much." She twisted a strand of hair around her finger. "I just know I'm, like, drawn to Rachel."

"That's totally fine," her mother assured her. "You don't need to have all the answers right now. You know, your generation is so much better about these things than mine was."

"Yeah, it's good," Nina said. It was true. Plenty of kids at school were open with their orientation and nobody really made a big deal about it. Still, it felt strange to be having this conversation when things with Rachel were so much more complicated than just being with another girl.

"Well, I suppose your father and I can relax a bit about boys being in the picture. For now, at least."

Nina nearly choked. The way her parents would freak if they knew how many boys had come inside her in the last few weeks.

"Right," Nina managed, trying to keep her voice steady. "No boys."

"Do you have a picture of the dress?" her mother asked, clearly trying to move the conversation to more comfortable ground.

Grateful for the change of subject, Nina pulled out her phone. "Yeah." She scrolled through her gallery until she found one where the slit didn't show as much.

"Oh, honey, it's beautiful," her mother exclaimed, taking the phone. "The color really brings out your eyes. It's a bit grown-up, but you are in high school now. Guess I'll have to start getting used to that."

Nina relaxed slightly as her mother handed the phone back.

"I'm glad you're getting it hemmed," her mother commented, starting on the cheese mixture for her classic potatoes au gratin. "Every formal dress I've ever had has had to be tailored. The women in our family have always been petite. You know, your great grandmother on the Collins side was only four foot nine?"

"You've only told me like eighty times," Nina laughed. "Rachel called me a pixie, today."

"That's cute," her mother said with a smile. "She sounds very fond of you." She sprinkled cheese over the potatoes. "I'd like to meet her properly. Make sure she's treating my little girl right."

Nina nearly dropped the shoe she was holding. Images flashed through her mind. Rachel's head between her legs, lapping hungrily at the cum leaking from her. Rachel cradling her head as a boy thrust into her. Rachel whispering that she was perfect, so perfect.

"She's really nice," Nina said, her voice catching slightly.

Her mother raised her eyebrows playfully. "You're blushing. Must be serious."

Nina cleared her throat. "We're doing pictures at Rachel's house before the dance. The limo will pick us up from there. You could meet her then?"

"Great," her mother nodded, looking pleased. "That's the house I dropped you off at for that sleepover a few weeks ago, right?"

Nina's heart thudded at the mention of the sleepover.

"Yeah," Nina confirmed, trying to keep her voice casual.

"You know, I went and looked at it on Zillow when I got back home. That place is crazy. Sold for like 3 million and that was nine years ago," Her mother whistled. "No wonder she wasn't exactly hurting when she paid for your homecoming stuff."

"Her dad's some kind of investment guy and her mom is an executive-something. They have a housekeeper and everything."

"Well, just remember that money doesn't equal character," her mother said, sliding the potatoes into the oven. "Though it's nice that she wants to share with you."

Nina thought about all Rachel had shared with her. And all the people Rachel had shared her with. "She's very generous," she agreed softly.

Her mother wiped down the counter. "So what time will pictures be? Should I bring anything? Flowers for Rachel, maybe?"

"Mom, please don't be embarrassing," Nina groaned. "We'll probably start around five. The dance starts at seven, but we're going to dinner first."

"I'm not embarrassing," her mother protested with mock offense. "I'm delightful. All your friends have always thought so."

Nina rolled her eyes. "That's because you bribe them with baked goods."

"Speaking of which, you ask Rachel what her favorite cookie is." Her mother smiled deviously. "Your dad should be home soon, but you know these potatoes bake forever. Go get changed and make sure you've finished your homework."

Nina trudged upstairs to her bedroom, a cozy space with pale yellow walls and two big bookshelves. She hung her new shoes in a prominent place on the rack in her closet, where she would see them any time she opened it. They were so different from everything else in there, sparkling and adult against all her pastels and cottons.

She changed into clean underwear, bike shorts, and an oversized sweatshirt, then flopped onto her floral quilt bedspread.

Her phone buzzed on the pillow, her heart picking up speed when the lockscreen read Rachel Wilson, images.

Nina opened it, terrified of what Rachel might have sent.

There were three photos. The first showed her in the alterations room mirror, the dress sparkling under the boutique lights. The second captured her from behind, highlighting how the bodice hugged her small frame. The third made her catch her breath. It was a close-up of her face, eyes looking off to the side, lips parted slightly. Rachel must have taken it when Nina wasn't looking.

Stunning, Rachel had written beneath the images.

Nina stared at the photos, particularly the last one, unable to tear her eyes away. She'd always thought of herself as too small, too childish-looking. The big dark eyes that sometimes made her resemble a spooked deer, the way her upper lip was just a little too full for her face. But in these photos, she looked different, almost ethereal.

Was this how Rachel saw her? How anyone saw her?

Nina saved the photos to her phone, her thumb lingering over the third one.

You made me look pretty, Nina typed back.

Rachel's response came quickly: I didn't make you anything you weren't already.