Note: All characters are 18+ years old.
Further Note: This is fiction, not journalism - if stereotypes/caricatures offend, look elsewhere.
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My eyes opened slowly. I didn't know where I was, but could feel a faint smile on my lips. Everything was perfectly peaceful, harmonious. It felt like I'd been asleep for a hundred years. Then, I noticed that I started getting goosebumps on my skin. That snapped me fully awake, as the memories of what had happened earlier started flooding back. I jumped up with a start, my heart pounding, hoping that it was all just a bad dream.
But it wasn't. I was completely naked on an old, dirty bus seat with dried cum caked over my stomach and tights.
"Nooo," I wailed, choking back tears. How did this happen? How could I have allowed some black thug to take advantage of me on the first day of school? To take my virginity? What was wrong with me? I didn't even know what time it was!
I almost started hyperventilating and trembling, but managed to calm down. First, I needed to find my clothes so that I wasn't so exposed ... maybe then I'd at least feel a little bit less like a slut. I finally found my skimpy little shorts and cut-off spaghetti strap top crumpled up under the seat. I sighed as I slipped the dirty clothes on, feeling disgusting. Then I saw my phone out of the corner of my eye and grabbed it.
Shit! There were already three text messages? I opened them immediately. My heart sank. It was from an unknown number, but I knew who it was immediately. The first read: "damn girl u got da best pussy i fucked in a long ass time. neva new no virgin could b a freak like dat but u my slut now. i own dat pussy!" The second was a selfie of me passed out, covered in cum, with Tyrone's huge dick covering half my face, with him grinning widely into the camera and giving a thumbs up. The third text said: "homies gonna go cra when dey c dis shit!"
I slumped in the seat and could fight it any more, and started sobbing. My life was over! Soon everyone in the whole school would know what happened. I couldn't live with myself. There was no way that I could go in there – definitely not today, probably not ever. What was I going to do?
After a few minutes of wallowing, I finally realized that I couldn't just sit on the bus all day. I had to do something. I looked at my phone again. Crap! It was already almost 11, which meant I'd slept through three periods and lunch was in half an hour. I had to get out of here before then. I sucked in my stomach, straightened my spine, and walked off the bus as coolly and collectedly as I could, even though I just wanted to die. As soon as I was off the bus I hustled off the parking lot away from the school as quickly as I could. The school was off a busy road with three lanes of traffic going each way, so I'm sure I stood out. Actually, I know I did because every time a car driven by a guy went by it invariably honked at me.
One car even slowed down so that it was just barely keeping pace with me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I thought. The driver, a fat, middle aged Mexican, rolled down the window, and whistled.
"Damn, puta!" he called, "how much?"
I was shocked. I tried to keep walking but froze up. I'd never been treated in such a humiliating way before and had no idea how to respond.
"Ah, uh, ah, I'm not, I, I don't – " I stammered, not knowing what to do or say, as a rising sense of terror gripped my throat and felt his eyes boring into my chest.
"It's good, puta," he said, stopping the car and patting the seat next to him, winking at me, "any price I pay for un polvo."
"No!" I screamed, finally regaining my voice, "get the fuck away!"
"Ooo! Tu es chica loca!" he said, smiling a toothy grin, "Papi like! Mucho dinero, see?"
Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, and opened his door. Fuck! I thought. Is he getting out of the car?
"Fuck you and your dinero, perv!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "I'm not a fucking hooker!"
Then, I broke off running away as fast as I could. I wasn't even looking were I was going; I just knew that I turned down the first side street I could to get away from that creep, but soon lost track of where I was. Everything started to blur. The last thing I remember hearing was him laughing, and calling after me, "where you going, puta loca? I'll find you and make you change your mind, you'll see!"
Eventually the adrenaline wore off and I noticed how tired I was. I finally took a look at my surroundings – it was a neighborhood I didn't recognize; not as nice as where I lived, but not horrible either. Exhausted, I collapsed under a tree not too far from the sidewalk and buried my head in my hands. This was the worst day of my life. I needed to figure out how to get home and then just collapse in my bed and never wake up.
Suddenly a car horn jolted me awake. I panicked – that disgusting creep really followed me?
"I told you to fuck the shit off goddamn it you bastardfuck asshole!" I screamed, too terrified to worry that I wasn't making sense.
"Whoa!" a female voice responded, "chill out!"
Suddenly my focus came into view. It was indeed a female behind the wheel of the car in front of me, a brand new convertible. It took me a minute to recognize her, but once I did I wished that it was the creepy Mexican. Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse, somehow I ran into Christi Taylor, cheerleader, daughter of the mayor, known school slut, and gossip extraordinaire. Fuck!
"Holy. Fucking. Shit," She said, pausing after every word and then slowly taking her sunglasses off for an even more dramatic effect. "Tina? You look like a total, complete mess. Like oh-my-god, get in the car and tell me what the motherfuck happened to you!"
"Um," I said, uneasily, "it's kind of a long story and I just, uh, I'm not feeling well, I mean, I just have to get home and I'll just walk, I mean – "
"No, no, no," Christi said defiantly, "honestly, like, no way. You're getting in the car Tina and I'll take you home. Come on."
I didn't really have a choice. Things were already bad enough as they were. At least if I went with her I could do some kind of damage control, maybe? I hoped so.
"Um, thanks," I said as I got in.
"Don't worry about it!" She said excitedly, "this is awesome! I mean, like, literally, everyone at school is like wondering where you are! Rumor is that you were like sooo hot on the bus and every guy just lost their fucking shit! Scott Jacobson said he would have asked you out right then and there but was too speechless! And then you just, like, never showed up to school and now I find you all turned out on the side of road on my way to lunch? Like, deets, girl!"
"Scott Jacobson said what?" I asked. He was our starting quarterback and his dad owned half the town. I'd had a crush on him since kindergarten but didn't think that he even knew I existed.
"What?" Christi asked, "Oh yeah just that he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you ... blah, blah, blah ... you know how boys are. But he must have really misread you if he thought that hopeless romantic card would work on you – I mean, like, you reek of sex! Blowing off the first day of class for a good fucking? Little perfect, prissy Tina the bookworm? When did you become such a bad little slut?"
"I am not – " I started to protest, but then was cut off. Christi started giggling in a half-playful, half-cruel way and then, much to my shock, reached over and squeezed my left nipple – hard.
"Ah!" I screamed, pushing her away, "what the fuck, Christi?"
She just kept on giggling and rolled her eyes. "Oh, give me a break! I should have known that you were a freak!"
"I am not a freak!" I protested angrily, "Or a slut! Or anything! Stop saying that! It's not – ahhh!"
She did it again! Squeezed my tit – even harder this time, and didn't let go!
" – ahhh! – aaaaah – st – st – stop! – ahhh – you're – ahhh – hurting – ahhh – meeeeeee!"
She finally loosened her grip, but without moving her hand, still rolling my nipple gently between her fingers. It actually started to feel good. Without thinking, I closed my eyes and let out a light sigh.
"Ok, look, Tina," she said, sternly, "that's better. Now, I know a freakin' slut when I see one. So if you want this to keep feeling good, cut the bullshit, ok? I just want to know how crazy you really are and who was such a good fuck to corrupt you. I'm like getting wet just thinking about it! And, like, seriously, I know so many guys who would just love to fuck you so good. I'm like going to make sure that this is the best year of your life! I promise."
I barely registered what she said. I didn't know if it was just because I was so physically or emotionally exhausted, or if it was what she was doing to my poor, rock hard nipple, or some combination of the two.
"Um, ah, ok," I started, "you can't tell anyone, ok?"
She turned to face me and grinned mischievously, and said, "trust me."
I didn't, and knew better to, but then she flicked my nipple and my sense of rationality dissolved in a moan.
"O-o-ok," I panted, "Um, well, on the bus, um, so like, there weren't any seats, and, um, in the back, there was this guy, and uh – "
Suddenly my phone went off and started vibrating in my pocket, indicating that I had a text. I started to reach into my pocket to see who it was.
"Ooo!" Christi squealed, snatching the phone from my hand, "is that him?"
"Huh?" I asked, still dazed, "I don't know. I – "
Suddenly I felt my body fly forward, the seatbelt catching. She literally slammed on the brakes!
"Christi!" I screamed, "what the fuck!"
"Holy shit," Christi said in low tone, almost a whisper, before turning back at me in disbelief. "You are even more of a freak than I thought! You let Tyrone Jackson fuck you? On a school bus? Jesus Christ, Tina! Even I have more class than that! Wow! I mean, if that ghetto stuff gets you off, more power to you, but, like, whoa."
I turned beat red. Christi Taylor was judging my sexual activities?
"Give me that!" I said, grabbing the phone back, "you said I could trust you!"
I looked at the phone and my heart skipped a beat. Fuck! I thought. The text was just a pic of Tyrone's huge, hard cock, followed with the caption: "rdy 4 round 2. aint playin. where my pussy at?" On top of that, I hadn't thought to delete his other messages, so Christi had undoubtedly seen them too.
"Oh, Tina," she said, as she started accelerating again, gently putting her hand on my exposed thigh, "you can trust me. You have no idea how many of these hoodrat types have tried to get with me. But there was no way I'd ever let one of them touch me – just ick! – but now, I can just give them your number! Everybody wins! Eeek! I'm so excited!"
"Please – " I started.
