(Thanks to Drewau for editing. Comments and feedback are always welcome and appreciated. This story will make more sense if you start from the beginning, but hopefully, you can enjoy it anyways. All characters are 18+)
The rest of the day passed by uneventfully. Relatively speaking. As the day progressed, more and more people wanted to talk to me. I was suddenly the most popular and liked guy in the school. I wasn't exactly unpopular at my last school, it was more a matter of no one knowing I existed. It was honestly exhausting trying to hold a conversation with everyone.
The final bell rang and I met Harley out front of the school. The Harley Quinn hair and cosmetics was enough to get my heart thumping by itself. But her short flowy skirt and thin white tee made blood rush to my balls. Then, the sunlight hit her shirt just right to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts weren't big, but the imprint of her hard nipples against the fabric made my mouth water.
The scientific part of my brain would have wondered if that was an evolutionary trait left over from breastfeeding. But that part of my brain wasn't the part getting blood flow at the moment. "You ready to go?" She asked.
"Um, yea. Do you want to follow me back to my place in your car?"
"I don't have a car. Well, I do, but my parents took it away from me because I kept using it to sneak off and have sex in it."
I laughed nervously, thinking she was joking. She was not, and the confused expression on her face told me that. "I'm sorry, I thought you were kidding."
"Why would I joke about something like that?"
"I... I... I don't know. It just felt like a strange thing to just randomly say to someone you barely know."
That Harley laughed at. "You're at a high school for the bad kids, the teenagers that broke so many rules that they were no longer welcome at normal schools. What do you think is the number one rule that the people here broke?"
"Smoking?" I asked, genuinely clueless as we walked towards my car.
"Eww, no, what are we in the 50's. The only kind of smoking people at this school do comes from Spider-Man's girlfriend."
"I don't remember Mary Jane ever smoking in the comic books?"
Harley rolled her eyes and pressed on. "No, sex. You won't find a virgin in this school. I mean, didn't you notice a quarter of the female students were pregnant?"
"That can't be true. I mean, I know teenagers are known for their sex hormone's being in overdrive, but I think you are exagerating a little."
We reached my car and she spun me around to face the students walking to their cars. She started pointing out people and couples and listing sex facts about them. "He likes for you to suck on his nipples. She gets depressed if she doesn't screw at least one guy at school a day. She's way too into anal than could possibly be psychologically healthy. He was sent here after an orgy where he got the twelve girls pregnant in one night. Those two women finger each other in the gym showers every day. She likes to be spit roasted. And Jennifer over there has a nice little short film on xvideos where she took on the entire football team after a game."
"Two questions. What is spit roasting? And how do you know all of this?"
Harely went back through everyone she named off. "Done him. She's a good friend. When she couldn't find a guy, she asked me to peg her. He has the baby pictures of all twelve of his kids in his wallet. I've actually joined them once or twice in the shower. Spit roasting is when a woman is stuffed from both ends at the same time. And I've watched Jennifer's short film a time or two. I'm a bit of a patron of the arts." Harley had a sarcastic grin on her face for the last statement.
I was speechless. Harley smiled and climbed into the passenger seat of my car. I climbed into the driver's seat and headed home. "Did I fry your innocent little mind?" She finally asked after several minutes of silence.
"Yea. Kind of."
"Do you not have any kinks?"
"Kinks?
"Yeah, kinky sex fantasies."
"Um... I, haven't really ever had sex before."
Harley looked at me like I was an interesting looking alien. "You're a virgin?" She asked excitedly.
"Kind of. I mean, I'm sure you heard about what happened at my previous school, and then this morning in Ms. Maven's class." I was not comfortable disclosing what happened in the nurse's office just yet. Not to mention I didn't want Nurse Bolton to get fired.
"No, those don't count." There was silence for a second. Then she shifted her body to face me. "Do you want to know what my kink is?"
I felt my throat and pants tightening up with the question. "What?" I croaked out.
"Corrupting virgins." I tried not to look at the lascivious smile on her face. But her hand on my leg was hard to ignore. Especially once it slid inward and she began holding my third leg.
I gasped and asked, "Could you not do that while I'm driving please. I'm already having enough trouble focusing on the road."
Harley groaned in disappointment, but she removed it. "I guess you're right. I don't want you dying a virgin."
Conversation turned to much more munday topics. For the rest of the drive. When we got back to my house, we set up shop in the living room. We were sitting next to each other on the couch when mom called saying that she had to work late and that dad was out of town.
"You're picking all of this up quite well." I complimented her.
"Yeah, I'm not stupid. It's just Mr. Jefferson has the driest most boring voice on the planet. It's impossible for me to pay attention in his class. That being said, can we take a break. My eyes are starting to cross looking at all of these numbers."
"Sure. Do you want a drink?"
"Absolutely! Do you have any Jack Daniels?"
I laughed, but then I realised she was serious. "No, we don't. You realise we're not old enough to drink right?"
"Pfff! I've been breaking into my parents liquor cabinet for years."
"Well, I'm afraid my parents don't drink. We have water and tea."
Harley sighed and said, "Tea I guess."
I went to the kitchen and poured us both a glass. When I came back in, Harley was on her phone. She had a big smile on her face. I sat the drinks down and asked. "What are you smiling about?"
"Margot Robie liked my cosplay photo on instagram."
"Really. That's awesome. Can I see the photo?"
I sat down right next to Harley and she snuggled up close to me so that she could show me the pictures on her phone. She began showing me some of her best Instagram pictures. "If you want to see the ones I'm really proud of, we have to get off of instagram though."
Harley exited out of the app and went to her camera roll. That was when they really started getting racy. She had one where she was Tracer from Overwatch, except it looked like it was purely body paint with stickers over her naughty bits. Then there was one of her in a tiny sports bra, short shorts that rode exceptionally high up her crack, and pistols on her legs. Lara Croft had nothing on her. In the next, she was dressed as a female Link, except she was topless. The only thing covering her breasts was the sword she was strategically holding in both hands.
Then she got to Cortana. That was the most impressive, but it was also the one that made it hard to think straight as it was nothing but body paint. She didn't even have the stickers to hide her privates. The paint did a good job of covering her up, but if you looked close enough, you could just make out her nipples.
My breathing became labored and my mouth went dry. "Are... Are you naked there?"