Chapter 4: The Feelers and Screamers

I picked up my phone from the teacher’s desk, smiled at Teacher Jones, and hurried out of the classroom. Students crowded in the narrow main hallway. My locker sits across from math class, two away from Hel’s, while Jen has her locker in the administration hallway. The noise deafened us, so we shouted over it, which, yes, made it worse. The smells of sweat, cologne, perfume, bad breath, and rotten food overwhelmed as much as the noise. As a Hulk, I just pushed through people, and because I barely stood taller than most people’s shoulders, I easily evaded the other Hulks. A few Flashes ran and pinballed off the more massive students. The teachers hid in their classrooms during class change while the principal stood in the middle of the T of the school.

Jen and Hel joined me at my locker, where I had the grey door open. My locker contained only two spare phone battery packs, a light, a box of granola bars, and my schoolbooks, untouched, except when I read them on the first day. I grabbed the light to stream during chemistry.

“She took your phone,” Hel said and put her warm arm around me, pulled me close, and crushed my head in her armpit. She smelled of cloves, with a hint of lemon, her silk dress caressed my cheeks, and the motion almost dislodged the dildo. I pushed it back in, which sent a burst of energy into my stomach, and the warmth made me feel sick.

“She left prizes on mine,” Jen said, put her arm around my hips, and held out the phone for us to see. The first photo showed Teacher Jones’ hairy cunt between her pale legs; unfortunately, her black pubic hair obscured everything.

“She doesn’t shave. Nasty,” Hel said and smiled. The next photo showed Teacher Jones’ bright red nails buried in her black pubic hair, with her pink pussy lips visible between them. The flash’s two bright lines on either leg and her crotch crease made it appear like two arrows pointed at her finger and pussy.

“Sexy,” Jen said. Teacher Jones’ fingers spread her lips to show her bright pink and red opening. The butterfly lips spread to show her dark slit and red oval that glistened with the flash. The following photo had her index finger inside her slit, and the next one had her pinky next to her ass hole. The final shot showed two fingers inside her pussy and her pinky pressed on her ass hole. Her juices increased with each photo and trailed down to her ass and pinky, with a small drip on the chair.

We let out our breaths, and my pussy twitched in frustration. I needed to get off. A bead of sweat rolled down my forehead and across my nose. I could smell my musk and hoped that only Jen and Hel noticed.

“I will forward them to you,” Jen whispered and squeezed my hip. Her squeeze caused the butt plug to shift and my knees to weaken. Only her arm held me up. No way will I make the remaining ten hours. I laughed when I first heard the challenge; so simple, just put a dildo and a butt plug in and ignore them while I go about my day. This challenge may kill me, as each shift shot electricity up my body. Each bump threatened to cause me to spill over into an orgasm, and each minute lasted forever.

“Do you need help?” Hel said and rubbed my shoulder. Jen’s cherry scent mixed with Hel’s cloves, and my legs weakened. A blast of heat traveled up my spine, sweat erupted from the back of my neck, and the world blurred. I forced my mind to think about flowers and dirt and not the throb from below.

“So, what’s up? Girls,” Marco asked as he walked over, average height, with a round face, messy brown hair, sharp blue eyes, and freckles across his nose—a cutie, with a sweet deposition. We have known him since elementary. He wore a ‘SUCK’ black jacket over a white shirt. I used to like him and his childish jokes until I grew up.

Hel turned and punched Marco in the face. He fell backward as blood flew upward. The red droplets hit the white ceiling and splashed across the floor. Students near squealed and grew silent. Jen held me tighter while her hand trembled against me.

“Fucking pig!” Hel stepped and kicked Marco. His arm protected his body, but it still broke from the kick, and the bone popped out of his jacket while more blood splattered across the lockers. The red dots made a happy face on the silver. Students crowded around, and the noise level rose while iron overlaid the students’ smell. I shivered with Jen and forgot about my impending orgasm as Marco whimpered with tears mixed with blood on his face.