Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.
Ashley Harmon was extremely uncool, more from necessity than any wish on her part. Her dad was painfully strict, she wasn't even allowed a smartphone. She had to come straight home after school, and the only exceptions were for extra-curricular activities. So, she signed up for pretty much everything: marching band, mathlympics, film club -- until she was banned from that after The Shining was scheduled -- and Battle of the Brains.
Battle of the Brains -- or BoB as it was usually called by those lame enough to be involved -- was an inter-school competition where teams of students competed to beat increasingly elaborate challenges that drew on all sorts of different knowledge. Needless to say, it was only major nerds who were involved in BoB, and Ashley was one of those nerds.
That's why she was surprised when just after final bell rang, Harry T., a senior who spent most of his time smoking cigarettes behind the gym and making out with whichever girl he was with that week, spoke to her.
"Hey bitch," he said. "Wanna take my load?"
Ashley blushed, first with embarrassment at the fact that he was addressing her, then with a humiliated anger that he had called her a bitch. But it was too exciting that Harry was speaking to her, so she ignored it as best she could.
"Um, like, your bag?" she stammered out. "I could carry it for you if you want?"
Harry and the two guys he was with burst out laughing at her.
"This dumb bitch doesn't even know what a load is!"
They walked off, laughing at her as her face burned hot and red. She silently prayed for a meteor to strike her dead, but when that didn't happen, she started the long walk to the Hellgate. The Hellgate was what everyone called the strange little underground basement under the main quadrangle. To most people it was just a weird red gate, but it was the place the school allocated for Battle of the Brains practice.
The current team consisted of Ashley and four boys: Justin, Tom, Hugh and Vincent. They were fine -- mostly they included her and listened to her during practice, but when they went off topic they talked about things she didn't really understand because of her dad, like Netflix and video games. Justin Ho was her particular friend though. He was in the year above her and he always went out of his way to chat with her and try to make her feel welcome. That's probably why when BoB practice finished up, he hung around a minute after the others left.
"Hey, everything alright Ash? You seemed kinda weird at the start of practice."
She blushed again in memory of what had happened. Practice had let her mostly forget her interaction with Harry, as they had devised answers to sample questions and built little contraptions to complete odd tasks.
"Um, yeah, there was... I'm okay. It's just..." She trailed off, embarrassed.
"It's alright, you don't have to tell me, but you know, I hope you're all good," said Justin.
"It's fine. It's just..." Ashley swallowed her anxiety and asked the question. "What's a load?"
Justin blinked at her. "What's a what?"
"A load?" she said.
"What are you talking about?"
She shook her head. "I don't know. It's nothing. Just today, Harry asked if I wanted to take his load. I didn't know what he meant and he laughed at me."
Now it was Justin's turn to blush.
"Ohhhh, like, a load," he said. Then he looked at her curiously. "You... don't know what a load is?"
She looked down at her hands in her lap, shaking her head.
"Like, cum? Jizz?"
She shook her head again.
"Didn't you do sex ed?"
She looked up at him then. "Yeah, of course," she said. "But like. I don't get it. What does he mean by take his load?"
Justin opened and closed his mouth a few times, lost for words. Then, seeming to make a decision, he pulled out his phone. He pulled up a website and then put his phone out on the table in front of Ashley.
'Oh fuck yeah, give me that hot fucking cum!'
