Returning home after her weekend sabbatical Monica Gift sat in Ryan's car beside him. She needed to collect herself and make certain her bruises were concealed well. She had hoped to come home this early in the morning and find both parents already off to work. No such luck.
"Mom's home. Why couldn't it be Dad?" She looks haunted suddenly.
Ryan Quinones yawned at having to go out to the town of Anderson and retrieve her before daylight. She had already missed school Monday to get herself together. She needed to go back today or risk her parents finding out that she had skipped a day.
Ryan leered over at her drearily, "Can't hide from this. Just go in and get it over with."
Monica fidgets, "I know. It's not like she's going to start yelling at me. Dad told me she was alright with my staying at a friends. It's not like I do that ever. She wants me to have friends."
"I don't think your friend Lisa qualifies. She's what 25 years old and married?"
"Right. Which is why I texted "Lindsey" ahead of time and have her to cover for me if my Mom goes snooping. I just stayed with Lindsey as far as she knows."
"Smart I guess. Until your Mom wants to meet her."
"So, I just bring Lindsey by to say hi. I'll be fine." She convinces herself, "Okay! I'll be back in an hour to ride with you to school."
Monica vacates the beater mobile and carries her acquired bag of necessities toward her home. At the back entrance she unlocks the door and enters into a tiny mud room before the journey into the Kitchen. Her Mom was standing there sipping coffee.
"You're up early. It's barely dawn." Charlotte Gift smiled gently toward her daughter.
"I know. I had Ryan come pick me up so I could shower and change for school. Lindsey's parents are like you guys up and gone before the chickens wake up."
"Oh? What do her parents do?"
Monica smirks, "I don't really know. Barely met her Mom and Dad."
"Hmm! Why have I never heard of this Lindsey?"
"The same reason you don't know about Amber or Chey. You and I barely cross paths these days to talk really."
Charlotte nods her agreement to be disappointed at that realization, "That is true. I'm sorry Sweetheart."
Shrugging Monica starts to step away when Charlotte clears her throat to regain her daughters attention. Open arms awaited.
After a hesitant hug Monica pecks her Mom on the cheek and again begins to bail.
"Are you hiding a hicky with make up?" Charlotte sneers, halfway a grin.
"Can't hide much from you can I? Blame Ryan."
"Ryan? Next door Ryan? Since when are we dating the Neighbor?"
"Couple weeks now. I don't know why but I suddenly started liking the guy. Sorry I didn't fill you in on my life."
"I'm fine with Ryan. He's a nice boy. Good choice."
"Thanks Mom. I better get cleaned up and dressed. Long day. Test in Chemistry."
"One more thing before you go? I want to apologize for what I said over the phone to your Father and you the other day. It just sounded as if more was going on than any tickling and massage to your Father's neck."
"Again...EWWWW! Get real Mom. Dad loves you. I love you. So not going there."
Charlotte lowers her gaze, "You're right. I'm being silly. Forgive me?"
"Nothing to forgive. Just don't let that kind of insecurity push Daddy away. You know that couldn't have made him feel secure about your marriage. Just saying."
"Absolutely. I apologized as soon as I got home. Things are fine."
"Awesome. Can I shower now?"
"Go. Get squeaky clean." Her Mother waves her away.
Monica darted away expressing unseen eyes flaring wide at the reasons for lying. She had no choices outside of a dark truth that would destroy everyone involved.
Ducking into her bedroom she locked her door. She then undressed and raced into a hot steamy shower in her adjoined on suite. Once done she dried her hair and brushed her teeth. From that point on it was getting dressed, more makeup applied to shade her bruising. She wore a button down long sleeved shirt of black and put on a pair of white jeans. She felt safer wearing more even though it was going to be hot out. Already sweaty she groans and goes to her closet. There she finds a yellow sun dress which she packs into her book bag. She knew it would be nearly transparent but that didn't even bother her.
Hair long and flowing to help hide her bruises, she then got her tennis shoes on to leave.
Opening her bedroom door she nearly ran into her Mother.
"You're still home? Taking the day off?" Monica was taken by surprise.
Charlotte nodded, "I think so. I could use a day off. It has been ages."
"Wow! Lucky you."
"You could stay home with me."
"Sorry Mom, can't. Chemistry test remember?"
"Oh yes. Cannot miss that now can you. I love your hair today. It's so silky. Are we using a new shampoo and conditioner?"
Monica almost snorts thinking of the cum bath mere days ago that coated her scalp.
"Yep. Head and Shoulders." She giggles out loud then jumps into thought, "And Back and Chest. And, Belly and Ass."
"So cute. You better get going."
"Yea Ryan's probably waiting in his car. I love you Mom." She rapidly darts away.
Charlotte Gift observed her pace with questioning eyes. Something was certainly different about her daughter.
The day started off slow. Monica tried her best to behave. Eyes leered from all angles wondering why she wore so much. They hadn't seen her in pants in weeks. She merely blew kisses to keep them interested.
Even Mr. Morrison had to question her change in behavior. For that matter, all of her Teacher's did. Some thankful. Others saddened.
Toward lunch Monica was confronted by three of her Braless Brigade, "Chey, Amber, and Kendra".
"Spill it. What's wrong with you? At least you're not wearing a bra." Amber chided.
Monica swivels in step, "Hiding. Sorry. Hickies everywhere."
After a jaw dropping sway of Monica's hands pointing at her worst areas the trio of beauties broke.
"DO TELL!" Cheyenne bounced in step.
"Sure you girls can handle it?" Monica sticks her tongue out at them.
Kendra tries to catch Monica's tongue laughing by wagging her own tongue near her face. Monica surprises her and connects their tongues before a rash of giddiness.
Pulling them into a huddle Monica whispers, "Gangbang."
The huddle fell dead silent. Uncertain what to believe. Finally, after a round of glares between the girls Amber breaks the silence.
"Was it Hot?"
Chey quickly adds, "How many?"
Kendra was speechless, she merely awaited a high five.
"Very hot. And a lot." Monica winks and heads toward her locker. They followed her like lost puppies.
Bouncing in step Chey had to ask again, "How many?"
Monica remained mum as she unlocked her locker. A challenge suddenly made her freeze in step.
"I'll tell you guys as long as you don't think badly of me."
"NEVER!" Kendra burst forth. The other girls nodded in agreement.
Monica poises her eyes to look as if she was rolling them back into her head as she thought back to her night at Holly's bar. Calculating as best as she could remember she shivers at the final count.
"Okay. Keep in mind that when this happened I was a little busy to keep any exact body count. All I can tell you is it was under 30 guys. Maybe 27 or 28."
The trio of beauties look stunned by her revelation. Frozen in time they opt to look at each other for reactions. Finally, Amber chuckles, "That's it?"
The other two girls begin to smile at Monica. Kendra and Chey move in to hug Monica's arms.
"We want to hear all about it. Tell us." Chey bubbled.
Monica sighs and offers them a quick tour down memory lane. The group marveled at her adventure. Once finished Monica absorbed their mentality toward the extreme nature of that night. The girls were far more receptive than she predicted.
Cheyenne exhaled loudly with a giddy sigh, "I want to be just like you."
Laughing at Chey, Amber chided her friend with, "As if you're not a slut already."
"Takes one to know one." Chey retaliated playfully reaching out to try tickling her friend.
Monica had a brilliant idea all of a sudden.
"Are you girls up to a challenge? My braless beauties."
The three girls pucker, stare at each other then shrug.
Monica then reopens her locker to sift through her book bag. She unpacks the sundress she had brought along due to the heat. She had changed her mind about wearing it but kept it in reserve for another day.
Each of the girls eyes the nearly transparent material.
"Who wants to wear this dress first? I'll allow panties under it, but that's all."
Amber eyes it, "I don't think that would fit me. I'm probably 30 pounds heavier than you."
Kendra turns pale, She knew her size was closer to being compatible.
Cheyenne almost a perfect fit. The thrill entices her to bite her nail and bulge her big brown orbs out of intensity.
"I'll wear it. For how long?" Chey quivers.
Monica ponders the time. Lunch still had 25 minutes left.
"Wear it through lunch. You must go into the lunch room and let everyone see you in it."
"Teachers too?"
Monica nods with a stern expression, "Teachers too. If I can get away with it so can all of you. I hope."
The chuckles were sparse but evident.
People were all around them at this point. The hallway was filling by the second as the students left class.
Monica lifts the dress for Chey who examines the students watching Monica herself. The dress held up made them attentive and hopeful for a new show. As Monica observed the eyes all seeing she turns to Chey.
