Author Note: All characters in this story are above 18.
(Also, although this is a non-con/reluc story, the non-con element is very short-lived, so if that weirds you out, try to give it a shot)
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"Uh... E-Excuse me, may I go to the bathroom?" The classroom collectively laughed lowly.
"You're going to have to raise your voice, Aily."
Among a sea of chuckles, the rapidly blushing black-haired girl cleared her throat. Her pale body was warm and red from the rising amount of embarrassment, and something else that needed taking care of.
"M-May I go to the bathroom?"
"Oh, uh, yes, go ahead. You don't have to ask." Her physics professor replied with a nod. Adjusting her oversized Sailor Moon hoodie, she walked out feeling eyes burning the back of her head the entire way out. In truth, from just looking at her, you wouldn't think Aily was an unpopular girl. And, in some ways, she wasn't. People regularly complimented her geeky outfits, the superhero pins on her backpack, the Mercy stickers on her laptop (because Mercy is undoubtedly the best Overwatch character, in her opinion).
No, it wasn't that she was unpopular because of who she was. The problem was what she was like. Between the occasional unforced stutter, her inability to look anyone else in the eyes, and her low volume, it was hard to make many friends.
It was why the boy that texted her just then was her boyfriend to begin with. She looked down, emotionlessly answering back to his "hey babe what's up?"
Aily: Nuthin, just taking a break from physics for a sec. You?
Cole: Thinking about you
Aily: Aw
Aily didn't even smile down at her screen. The boy wasn't a bad person or anything, in fact, it was quite the opposite. He was a sophomore at their college and a pretty decent basketball player. As his picture in their chat showed, his short brown hair and defined features were definitely enough to charm most girls he talked to. And, although not many other girls knew this, his dick wasn't that small. Nothing special, but nothing to laugh at.
That was, in all honesty, probably why she never questioned whether or not she should break up with him. Because, although she didn't exactly love him, he made what she was about to do a lot less lonely, and a lot less shameful.
With the kind of walk usually reserved for people who had important stuff to do, she maneuvered through different people on her way to the bathroom.
"Bathroom ain't going nowhere Ai." A confident voice said to her right just as she was about to go in. She didn't need to turn to know who it was.
Jessica Star. Aily swore that her last name was given to her family just as a way to make the prophecy as obvious as possible. The "Star" prophecy she was referring to was that her family were all mainly celebrities or celebrities in training. Her mother was some famous actress, her sister was an indie singer, and Jessica herself was an up-and-coming model. And with good reason. The girl was downright beautiful.
Golden hair the kind you see in fantasy movies, huge tits and legs paired up with thin arms the likes that looked like they were designed, not born. And, of course, one couldn't talk about Jessica's looks without mentioning her eyes. Apparently, Jessica was part Asian, and her eyes were the only part of her body where it showed. Slender, blue and fine, her eyes always felt piercing whenever they regarded Aily.
That was the weird thing. It didn't take much to come to the conclusion that Aily should be nowhere near being on Jessica's radar. And yet, for some reason, the model consistently threw snide remarks her way.
Aily did what she always did. She blushed and walked away, or in this case, into the bathroom.
More important things were on her mind. Like what she'd seen on Reddit this morning. The warmth had become too much to handle, it was like there was a spotlight between her legs. This, right here, was why she tried her best to avoid talking to people.
No one deserved to talk to a pervert like her.
She locked herself into a stall and started unbuttoning her jeans. Frantically, almost wildly, she pushed her pants down to her knees and (after wiping it with a tissue) she rested her butt on the lowered toilet seat.
Finally, she could let go. The side of herself that no one else knew emerged as she started rubbing her pink lips, already humid from just the most minimal of foreplay. Sure, she once watched the most basic, conventional porn possible with Cole, but the images coming up in her mind were from that.
Well, to put it simply, she didn't just have Mercy stickers because she liked playing the character. Well, to be clear, she didn't masturbate to Mercy herself, just the interesting situations artists drew her in.
Orgies, double penetration, titjobs and feetjobs, a slideshow of the kind of images that would make God cry flashed through her mind's eye. She perched her head onto the wall, letting her back arch as she groaned softly. Fuck, fuck, fuck! She went faster, hooking her fingers in just the right way as to touch her G-spot. Briefly, she brought her own fingers to her mouth, tasting herself as her heart sped up.
Her record for the fastest orgasm she'd ever reached was around two minutes. This session lasted all of one minute and a half. Planting her left palm over her mouth, she had to actively prevent herself from moaning as her body shook.
Great, the first orgasm of the day was out of the way. With any luck, her body wouldn't start acting up again before she could meet up with Cole. That wasn't likely though. She breathed heavily, letting her body recover as she sluggishly brought her pants back up.
Done. In a few seconds, she was looking herself over in the mirror, making sure that she didn't have any wet spots on her pants, though her paranoid mind would still be nervous about it regardless of how much checking she did. Finally, she left the restroom.
Jessica was still there. That surprised Aily.
"Hm? Your hair's different."
"What?" Aily caught herself. A little bit of nervousness slipped into that word. "N-No it isn't."
"Whatever then." Jessica replied with a smirk. Aily basically ran away.
She had no idea why Jessica targeted her like this. Now, sure, as far as bullying was concerned, she didn't outright abuse her or beat her or even really insult her, but goddamn. That smirk said so much and so little all at once.
Every time they talked, it would end like that. It would end with Aily quickly jogging away and Jessica looking at her like she knew something Aily didn't.
Whatever. Just, get through the day, Aily told herself. She went back to the classroom and the rest was basically boring.
