The following fiction is purely that, fiction. All characters are over the age of 18 and none are based on real persons. This story includes elements of reluctance. If this is not your cup of tea, feel free to drink elsewhere. Enjoy. More soon.
"Here are your assignments for the Group Projects," Mrs. Madison said as she passed out the papers. "Your team members are listed on the bottom of your sheet. And yes, these groups are final, whether you like it or not. Sorry ladies, I split you up for your own good."
A collective groan sounded from each of the girls in the room. Of the 24 students, only 6 were girls. Each group of 4 had one of them along with 3 guys. A few guys gave each other fist bumps and smirks after viewing the groups.
"Projects are due next Friday. No Exceptions," and then with a smile, "Class dismissed."
Mina sighed when she saw her teammates. She gave her friend Claire a shrug as they gathered their things to leave the room. Mina and Claire were planning to work together, but now that was off. Claire dropped her worksheet on Mina's desk.
"I got Bobby, Jimmy, and Glen. How bad is yours?" She asked.
"Not good. I have to work with Sam." Mina replied.
"No way! After what he did? You're kidding me." Claire grabbed the worksheet as if she could find some mistake. "Well, you've got Steve, so at least you'll get an A." Her grin was less than reassuring. "And Danny's kinda cute."
"This is a nightmare." Mina shoved her phone into her backpack and threw it onto her shoulder. "I gotta catch the bus."
At her locker in the crowded hallway, Mina felt a hand graze her ass. She flinched slightly and brushed her skirt down with her free hand. 'Boys being boys' Claire says, but this is getting out of hand. What started as snapping bra-straps last year has turned into full-on groping of the Senior Class girls. The quiet fact that some of the girls secretly reveled in the attention only made the boys more aggressive. Multiple classmates had since copped a feel of Mina's ass or breasts.
Some of Mina's friends had started having sex. Others clearly enjoyed the unwanted attention that let them maintain the appearance that they were still 'nice girls'. Mina found herself falling into this group and could feel the pull of the former. She found herself thinking about sex often. None of the boys were boyfriend material, so letting herself get groped was becoming a blameless substitute.
A few weeks ago, Sam had cornered her in an empty stairwell. With no recourse, Mina had bit her lip and let him touch her. Before she knew it, she had agreed to go out with him on Saturday. By Monday, he had told half the school how he fucked her on the first date. She hadn't spoken to him since and now she had to work with him on this final project. Her phone chirped and she read the text, "Meeting at Danny's to outline the project, 3 PM" from Steve. A second text gave the address.
"Shit" she mumbled to herself and walked out of the school. On the city bus there were a few classmates, but mostly workers and homeless. It was standing room only. Mina could feel the eyes on her. Although her school did not have a uniform, there was a dress code. She could wear slacks, but usually wore skirts like the other girls. Like the other girls, she took a few liberties with the length, two inches below the knee became two inches above. She was not surprised when she felt the 'accidental' touch in the crowd. A stranger's finger teased the back of her leg until the bus reached her stop.
At Danny's building, Mina pressed the button for 2C. Danny buzzed her up. Climbing the stairs she knew what was coming. In school, the boys were more discreet about touching the girls. All bets were off now, though. She mentally prepared herself. Sam was an asshole and she knew he would be all over her. Danny could control him. He was the cocky, athletic, type. Almost a bully, but never to her. Steve was the smartest kid in school. Not really a nerd, but he was the shy type. All three had grabbed her ass before, but with Steve, she felt it was from peer pressure more than anything.
She checked her appearance before knocking on the door. Black shoes, white knee socks, Navy skirt. Her white blouse was un-tucked from her waist, as usual once outside the school. She wore a white bra and panties underneath. Her wavy brunette hair hung loose, almost to her elbows. Her skin was perpetually tanned, due to her mother being from Chile. Her friends joked that she was an Aztec Princess. She would always correct them with a smile, 'Incan Princess.'
Sam was sitting on the couch as Danny guided her into the apartment. His hand on her lower back drifted down and gripped her butt check. Mina dropped her backpack off her shoulder and let it deflect him. She chose not to acknowledge him.
"Shoes off, please. Steve will be here in a few minutes. Get you a water?" Danny asked.
She caught Sam checking out her legs as she pulled her notebook out of her pack. He came up behind her and put his hands on her hips. "Looking good today, Chiquita."
"Hands off, Ass-hole," She twisted away from him, but he pulled her in and kissed her, full on the lips. One hand was behind her head and it took both of hers to push him away, although she could tell that he let her go. He was at least 8" taller than her and probably 50 lbs. heavier. Danny was even bigger at 6', 200 lbs. almost twice her weight.
"Where's your bathroom Danny?" She straightened herself and walked down the hall where he pointed. As she closed the bathroom door, she heard Steve enter the apartment. She took a few deep breaths and realized her heart was racing. In the mirror she saw the blush in her cheeks. She had been here only a few minutes and was already molested twice. This was going to be a long afternoon. She texted Claire, "At Danny's with Steve and Sam, that pervert."
Claire responded, "Ooooo! Be a good girl, Princess." She was no help. Mina started to open the door but could hear the guys talking. She put her ear to the crack to listen.
"Are you two dating or something?" She thought it was Danny.
"Nah, we just went out once." That was definitely Sam. They were talking about her.
"And you fucked her? I don't believe it."
"Yeah, well,..."
"You guys are morons," It was Steve, he was coming to her defense.