After Ryan and Mike left, and after frigging myself as I examined the destruction of my body in the mirror, I took off my clothes and took a hot shower in the boys locker room. I trashed the sweater and headed out to my locker. This about when I realized I was wrong about who would or wouldn't be in school tonight.
Break was coming up, and with it finals. Rather than spend time that would be better allocated in preparation of said finals, generally students abandoned after school group meetings and extra-curricular activities in general. I was thinking about this as I left the showers, pulling my too small white polo over my upper body. My skin was still wet, which meant my black bra wasn't hard to find. Mike had ripped my panties off me, rendering them useless. I pulled my skirt on, noticed that you could see my snatch if I bent down far enough, and walked into the hallway.
That's when I heard it.
The unmistakable strumming of an acoustic guitar in the distance, likely from the library. Maybe there were no clubs meeting anymore, but that wasn't going to stop a youth group. 'It shouldn't be a big deal,' I thought. 'I'll just pass by and ignore them if they say something'. Youth groups always creeped me out, something about their sunbeam smiles and forced positivity. But the library was right next to the exit, so I couildn't really sneak around.
I walked ahead, determined to just walk on by if they tried to wave me over. I was just about past them when I overheard them talking about me.
"Anybody concerned about Greta?" It sounded like Allan Preston, likely their prayer leader. He was supposed to be the nicest boy around, prevailing modesty and chivalry, but I always thought he had those nothing-behind-them, empty, Tom Cruise eyes.
"Are you talking about what she was wearing?" Another asked. Not sure about this one, I think his name was Billy.
"Think it's a cry for help?" asked a girl's voice. Had to be Elise Andrews. She was uber popular and a renowned prude. Blonde hair, puffy lips, 90 pounds soaking wet and most of that was in her tits and ass. Anyone with genitals wanted to rub them on her face, I'm sure.
"It could be," replied Allan. "I think we should pray for her."
"I never realized how hot she was." Another voice I wasn't sure about. Chuck or Charles? Clearly I don't run with this crowd.
They all laughed at this.
"I mean, I guess that's inappropriate, but in all honesty, she inspired some considerably impure thoughts during Mr. Sanderson's biology lecture," Billy replied.
"Heck, even I had some questionable thoughts." That was Rita Crowder, Elise's number two. A little more on the wayward side when compared to Elise, and definitely had a bit of a mean streak, but still managed to be well-liked by most of the student body.
They all laughed again as I approached the entrance of the library. I thought about just walking on as I'd planned, but once again I felt this warm rush of excitement spreading throughout my body. I didn't want to leave, I wanted to be judged.
As they laughed, I wandered into the room, quietly. I found an empty chair near the door and sat down. Everyone had quieted down when they saw me. In the dim light of the locker room shower, I thought I had cleaned up okay. But now, sitting in the harsh fluorescence of the library, I could only imagine what they had laid their eyes upon. I could almost feel the tangles in my hair. The dampness of my shirt felt ice cold and I could barely sit still as I felt rough fabric of this shitty library chair rub against my wet, sensitive pussy. I saw with my legs crossed, arms folded over my waist.
"I heard my name," I explained. They all seem to jerk back into reality.
"Oh, yeah, we were just talking about you," Allan replied, a little unsure.
"What about?" I inquired, feigning ignorance.
"We were just concerned because it's so, y'know, revealing," added Elise, giving Allan's knee a reassuring pat as if she had just saved him from some great humility.
I looked down at myself, as if I hadn't thought about it. "I guess it's a little slutty, isn't it?" I offered, with a hint of tease in my voice. Rita snickered.
"Bit of an understatement, isn't it?" she said, plainly.
"Hey now, Rita, be nice," Elise scorned.
"Oh, come on, you think she doesn't know what she's wearing?" Rita shot back.
I interrupted their little mini-spat, "so you don't like my outfit?"
Everyone hesitated.
"Because I thought I overheard you guys saying that it gave you 'impure thoughts', right?" I had thrown down the gauntlet.
"Well, yeah, sure," Billy agreed. Never paid much attention to him before, and while he was a little heavy set, I could see a generously-sized bulge forming in his khakis.
"But it's inappropriate, Greta." Allan said, a little sternly. "It's a weakness of men-"
"And women," Rita added.
"Sure, and women, to be tempted by flesh," he finished.
"But I like to feel wanted. It makes me feel good," I said, almost begging.
Predictably, Elise chimes in with, "That doesn't make it right, though."
"So you guys all won't fuck until marriage, right?" I asked the room.
They were taken aback, but all nodded in agreement.
"But surely you've all masturbated before," I said, like a fisherman hooking a worm to his line.
"Well, you know, it's wrong, but sure, it happens." Allan was sounding uncomfortable with my chosen topic of conversation.
"Yeah, we all masturbate. Big deal," Rita declared.
