Dakota's brow furrowed deeper and deeper with every step. Questions submerged her mind in a sea of doubt and worry. When did she go into the bathroom? Why? She had used it less than an hour ago during class, and she certainly didn't feel any new sense of relief now. Rather, she felt almost cheated of something. Students passed her in the hallway, but they went completely ignored even as they cowered or stared at her. A benefit of being Mary's friend for so long. Dakota ran a hand through her dark hair with a groan.
"Whatever," she decided and hastened her steps to find her friends.
They were in the cafeteria, sat around one of the central tables. The other students gave them a wide berth as traditional, with only the few fortunate enough to be considered underlings sitting within four feet of the group. Mary and the others were clearly in the middle of a story of some kind as Dakota stepped into the room, laughing and watching Mary - the storyteller - seemingly unaware and unconcerned about her lack of presence. The tan teen scowled in annoyance and marched over.
Dakota wasn't a meek girl by any means. Her father was ex-German military, though only a common foot soldier, and taught her to be repulsed by fear. It was for the weak, he said, not something he would stand for her to experience. And that line of thought had long since pervaded her mind for most of her life, leading through school and the initial hardships of puberty. Until she met Mary and Gretchen in her freshman year of high school.
"Hi guys!" Dakota loudly greeted them, settling down beside Ashley, who shimmied across the bench to make room.
"Hey, Dakota," Mary said with a dismissive glance in her direction, "So, there I was and this stud, and I do mean stud, walks up to me and starts flirting!"
"What'd you do?" Ashley inquired eagerly. Her experiences with men were lacking in comparison to the rest of the group, only having met a few outside of her family and dated even less. There were far more interesting things in life, such as clothes or jewellery or listening to Mary's exploits.
"Yeah, what'd you do?" Dakota echoed, glancing around brazenly to assert herself back into the group. Her gaze went unnoticed, however, as Mary continued on without so much as a glimpse in the half-German's direction.
"Well, I flirted back, obviously," Mary continued with a condescending eyeroll aimed at Ashley, "And he was like that," she snapped her fingers, "Under my spell. Seriously, I bet I could've gotten him to rob a bank if I said I'd flash my tits." Dakota laughed above the others.
"Worth every penny," Gretchen giggled and gave her friend a poke in the chest, feeling the mound depress only slightly under her finger.
"Fuck yeah," Mary agreed and hefted them in her hands, squeezing the mounds as she leaned forward to show her bountiful cleavage, "Though I'm thinking maybe a bit bigger? They're only a large DD right now."
"Hmm," Ashley studied Mary's chest intently, "I think you're better off as you are. Any bigger and you'll ruin your figure," she advised solemnly.
"Think so? Yeah, guess you're right," Mary assented with a curt nod. She trusted Ashley, not for her intellect or her appearance, but her eye for fashion. The girl's mother ran one of the largest fashion boutiques in the USA after all, and clearly that eye for style passed through the bloodline.
"I dunno. I think you could go up another cup size," Dakota offered as sincerely as she could.
"Don't be stupid," Mary snapped, fixing a glare on the tan half-German, "Didn't you hear Ashley? Last time I checked, you aren't a famous designer, Dakota..." Mary rolled her eyes with a condescending shake of her head and briefly trailed off, before launching back into her tale, as fi she hadn't been interrupted.
"So, when I got him eating out of my hand, I figured 'fuck it'. I dragged into the toilets and oh my god!" Mary made a show of fanning herself, "He was fucking huge. I mean, I couldn't even fit my hand around it!"
"Oh, shit," Ashley gasped as she envisioned such a phallus. Mary's hands weren't particularly dainty for her size, only marginally smaller than Zoey's, who stood far above the blonde.
"Yeah, it had to be, like, nine inches long or something. He was a monster!"
Dakota bit back her response, recalling her own encumberment that morning in the library. It may have shrunk down, however the memory remained firmly locked in her mind. It must've been at least a foot, Dakota thought, almost melancholy for the lost giant she could've had.
"Did you fuck him?" Gretchen pressed, clearly growing interested in the story.
"Who the fuck wouldn't?!" Mary giggled, louder than necessary, and glanced at Dakota, who hunched her shoulders and lowered her chin.
"How was it?" Ashley clasped her hands together, eyes growing wide, as she rubbed her thick thighs together. Dakota glanced at her and immediately looked away at a strange swell of sensation in her crotch, however couldn't resist another glimpse of the rich girl. She couldn't be solely blamed for her weakness, though, as Ashley was easily the most well-endowed of the group - Dakota couldn't speak for the school, as she rarely spared a look for other students - with a pair of breasts larger than Mary's implants. She had shown them to the group on a dare once.
Dakota almost licked her lips at the memory. They had been so huge, resting on her lightly rounded belly with matching, plump nipples and areolae to cap them. Everyone had copped a feel that night. Dakota swore she could still feel their heavy weight and supple smoothness in her hands. She found her gaze affixed to the wealthy girl's bosom and tore her eyes away, blushing fiercely as a warmth blossomed in her groin. No, Dakota silently begged, don't get hard, don't get hard.
"So, then I started riding him. It was the only way I could get it all in me. And fuck! I swear I could, like, see him through me. Like I could fucking reach down and jerk him off," Mary extravagated with a bite of her juicy bottom lip. Her hands went to her breasts again.
"I, uh, I'm gonna get some food," Dakota weakly excused herself. Her father's teachings were completely forgotten as she stood, shoulders hunched and head low, and weaved through the throngs of student infested tables. She didn't see them so much as mechanically avoid them. How could Mary treat her like that? They'd been friends since freshman year, after all. Though it wasn't the first time, Dakota recalled.
Mary had treated her like this before, ignoring her existence and, when she did acknowledge her presence, treated her as a lesser. The latter was far from unusual, as Mary seemed defined by her 'superiority' over others. No one was her equal. Not the teachers and certainly not any of her fellow students. Yet Dakota had never once felt so... excluded.
