Part 8C

We were almost to the door leading outside, where we would have to separate. We made a quick stop by Derik's locker so he could shove some of his books into it. This gave the requestors a chance to crowd us a bit more. One of the girls requested to squeeze Sam's ass, which left him looking confused and somewhat nervous. I smirked. He did have a pretty cute butt...

"God her hand was cold!" Sam hissed as the girl walked away, giggling.

"Would you rather the cold hand be all over your cock and balls?" I asked.

One of the boys requested that I pose, something I hadn't done in a little while. I put my hands behind my back and bent slightly forward, thrusting my chest out in one direction and my ass in the other with my legs slightly spread. My breasts jiggled slightly and hung forward with my leaning, giving them an enticingly heavy look. I almost bumped Derik with my ass, and when he noticed he turned the brightest shade of red I've ever seen and started to grumble through gnashing teeth. I couldn't tell if he was annoyed or sexually frustrated. Maybe annoyingly sexually frustrated? Maybe.

"I've had enough cold hands on my genitals this week that I barely even notice any more," Sam replied. "But I'm pretty sure that's the first cold hand I've had on my ass."

"So whose warm hand has been feeling up my man's ass, hmmm?" I smiled coyly.

Sam gave me that sheepish smile and winked at me. "Not telling'."

"Uh-huh. Which whore was it?" I said in a deadpan voice.

Sam laughed and shook his head. "Whores?"

"Yup. Whores," I replied, struggling to keep a straight face.

"No actual whores that I know of," he told me.

"Good," I smiled. I shut my eyes for a moment as a Senior ran his fingers along my puffy slit, spreading my juices along my folds. Oh yeah, after Art things were nice and juicy down there.

"Uh, guys, we should get a move on," Derik spoke up. "I've actually gotta get running, I'm on the other side of the building and all."

I blushed softly. I had kinda lost track of the time. I had been getting so into those nice fingers working along my pussy that I had started to unconsciously hump at them. "Okay Derik, see you after school."

"Take it easy man, see you soon," Sam waved.

We took our friend's advice and walked down the hall to where we would have to separate. Neither of us wanted to. Sam squeezed my hand and glanced over at me with a playful smile.

"I noticed you were enjoying yourself quite a bit there," he said.

I blushed some more but nodded, smiling shyly. "Yeah. Hey, like you're one to talk. I saw your pre-cum all over that girl's fingers."

"Guilty as charged," Sam chuckled.

"I really should have taken relief last period," I muttered.

"Yeah, I know. Going to go for some in Gym?" Sam asked.

"Maybe," I smirked. "You?"

"Maybe," Sam winked. He paused and put an arm around my waist. "Here we are. Have fun in class, and you can tell me about it later."

"You assume I'm definitely getting relief," I giggled.

"Behave," he laughed and lightly smacked my ass.

"No," I breathed heavily, pushing my ass out into his hand.

"We're going to be late," Sam smiled, his fingers squeezing at the swell of my cheeks.

"So stop groping me and get to class," I suggested, still pressing my ass into his hand. Little jolts of pleasure tingled through my body at his wonderful touch.

"I'll see you after school," Sam said softly and leaned in to kiss me firmly. It was all I could do not to wrap myself all around him and try to get him to take me right there in the hall. I was turning into a total horny mess, and I can't say I really minded that much.

After the lingering kiss ended and Sam waved and walked down the hall, I turned and stepped out of the main building. I hurried to the Gym, feeling relieved that I didn't have to take the back way. I don't think I could've taken that, not yet at least.

Gym was a bit more eventful than usual. As soon as I got there, Coach Rock apologized for what his three jocks did. He said he would have beaten their asses into dirt if he'd known they had it in their head to do something like that. It was a nice and sincere gesture, coming from a gruff man of few words. I told him I appreciated it. He told me I could sit out today if I wanted and he wouldn't penalize me. I was kinda taken aback by that. I had sort of expected him to say something to me, but I didn't expect him to excuse me from participation... he never excused anybody. If someone was unwilling to exercise during class, he kicked them out. I always thought it was a pretty reasonable policy considering how early he usually to let us off the hook and do our own thing (which mostly consisted of the girls sitting around and the guys playing basketball). I declined the offer and thanked him again.

We did a bit of light weight training today. Nothing too major; I got some five pound hand weights and none of the guys seemed to be machoing it up past twenty-fives (and those were the jocks). We walked, then jogged, then lunged around the floor. We did a few curls and some stretching with the weights. Then we walked, jogged, and lunged all over again. Even though it was really fairly light work, with the addition of the weights (yes, all 10 pounds worth. I'm a wimp, okay?) I was covered in sweat by the time we finished. Which seemed to interest a lot of the guys. All of them, really. I glanced down and saw the way my body glistened and shone in the light, enhancing the full appearance of my breasts. I could feel the sweat on my pussy and I was sure it was giving my mound and slit a very alluring glistening appearance.

And looking at myself, I thought for the first time in a long time, I look good. Not incredible or anything... I still had that bit of extra weight on my tummy that kept me from that kept me from having a totally flat tight stomach, but I had lost some weight since I started up gym this semester, and I wasn't in bad shape all in all. And I had some very generous curves working for me. Yeah, I could work with this.

Once Coach Rock let us do our own thing for the rest of the period, I continued to walk laps. I even did them with the hand-weights for good measure. My hair, which I had put in a long, thick braid for the day, was sticking to my back. I pulled it over my shoulder and around my front so my back could get a bit cooler.

"Jenna?"

I jumped and almost yelped as one of the guys drew up beside me while I walked. I hadn't realized I was spacing so bad. I glanced over. It was one of the jocks, a Senior named Tyler who had transferred in this semester. From what I had heard he was a decent sort, as far as jocks went at least.

"Yeah?" I said hesitantly.

"I just kinda wanted to say I'm sorry about what happened yesterday," he said haltingly.

"Don't worry about it. It's not like it was your fault."

"I know," he nodded. "But it's still really fucked up. Those guys deserved the ass-kicking your partner gave them."

"Yeah," I muttered, not really sure what to say about the whole thing.

"I just wanted you to know not all jocks are assholes like those guys are. They've really given the team a bad name and it sucks that they could get away with even as much as they did."

"Jocks don't have the best reputation to begin with," I pointed out.

"Yeah," Tyler nodded. "And it's because of assholes like those. Anyway, I hope you're feeling okay and you should know there are a lot of people around the school who feel for you."

I blinked a few times. I think. "Uh, Tyler, right?"

"Right," he nodded. "This is the first time we've talked, huh?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "And, Tyler... I don't know a lot of people around the school. How would they feel for me?"

Tyler shrugged his broad shoulders. "Just because people don't know you doesn't mean they don't know what happened, you know?"

"Yeah. So I hear at least," I replied, smirking softly to myself.

"And anyway, you don't really have to know someone to sympathize. It's not like I know you, and I sure do. All of us on the team do. We know what happened is total bullshit."

I stopped and glanced up at him. His eyes looked sincere. He wasn't a bad looking guy, and he didn't have that meathead look about him. I nodded and smiled softly. "Thanks, Tyler. You're a nice guy. If the rest of the jocks had your kind of attitude I don't think there would've been a situation in the first place."

"I don't think there'll be a situation again," Tyler said. "With you or anyone. Coach is serious busting all our asses over this. I think if he even gets an inkling that anyone on the team ever have ill intentions again, he'll spike us through the locker room wall."

"Good," I smiled, and started walking around the gym floor again. Tyler waved and wandered away. A few minutes later Mitch came by and smiled at me.

"No trouble, I hope," he nodded toward Tyler.

"No," I smiled. "He was actually being pretty nice. He asked me if I was okay and apologized for... you know, yesterday."

Mitch nodded and looked down for a moment. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "I think I'll be fine. I just have to take a few days to be sure, I guess. People keep asking me that over and over."

"Getting annoying yet?" Mitch chuckled.

My lips quirked into a smile. "Yeah, a little. I'm starting to wonder if something is supposed to be wrong with me."

Mikey shrugged and smiled. "Just think of it this way: It means you've got plenty of friends and people who are concerned about you."

"Yeah, I know," I sighed. "I'm just not sure how many more times I can say 'I'm fine' without striking the phrase from my vocabulary entirely."

Mitch laughed and we walked for a bit more before Coach Rock blew his whistle, ending the class. I glanced up at the clock on the gym wall. He was letting us go shower up kind of early today, but I wasn't exactly going to complain.

I took a deep breath and followed Mitch to the boys locker room. I was getting tingly already. Okay, I was past tingly. I was really tingly. I could also feel the juices clinging messily to my inner thighs from how wet I was. I hadn't gotten any relief since first period. Since then I had sucked Sam's cock, watched another girl suck his cock, been fondled, groped, and teased several times between classes, felt Sam up at lunch, posed with Sam in a rather romantic, but still arousing fashion, and gotten felt up some more. I was going out of my mind with horniness as I walked into the showers. While all the guys in the locker room stripped and undressed, talking boisterously amongst themselves, I rinsed and washed the sweat away, sighing heavily. I tried to untense as I shook out my soaked hair and waited.

I was starting to wonder what was taking them so long when the guys finally came into the shower room. I was rather surprised when, with barely a glance in my direction, they started showering up and washing, completely leaving me alone. I leaned against the shower wall feeling very confused.

Mitch and Tyler broke away from the guys that were obviously avoiding me and walked to me.

"What's the deal?" I asked, wondering if I'd done something to make them all mad at me or something.

"All of us have agreed to leave you alone," Mitch explained.

"You've kinda been through some stuff. We don't want to upset you," Tyler added.

"But I'm fine," I muttered, "I don't mind you guys messing around with me as long as you're nice about it... I mean, geeze, I've been groped all day today in the halls. If I didn't freak out then I don't think I'm gonna freak out now." "We're just worried about ya," Tyler said gently. "None of us wants to upset you. We may think you're hot as hell and all, but we're not all jerks."

Mitch laid his hand on my shoulder and smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about it, Jenna. You should just try to relax and enjoy the peace. Think of it as a break from the usual harassments that have been following you around all week."

I bit my lower lip and turned a little red. "I was... actually kind of looking forward to this."

"You were?" Mitch asked, his brows high with surprise.

"Yeah," I muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed even though I was highly aroused. "I haven't gotten relief since first period."

Mitch and Tyler exchanged glances as if conferring, and after a moment Tyler said, "In that case... mind if we help you wash?"

I looked up at them and smiled softly. Maybe a more private and toned down relief session would be more in order anyway.

"Please do," I murmured.

Mitch started soaping up my sides and belly, spreading suds and bubbles along my flesh as his hands made their way upward to my tits. He thoroughly lathered the soft, smooth flesh of my boobs. I bit my lip again and stood still while his hands worked over my sensitive breasts. Tyler stepped behind me and started to soap and lather my back, massaging the suds into my shoulders and down my spine till his hands began caressing and feeling my buttocks and thighs.

Mitch squeezed and fondled my tits, running his fingers in slow, soapy circles. His palms were warm and slick and slippery with soap, fitting snuggly over my erect nipples. I shivered at the feel of his hands brushing back and forth over the thick nubs. His fingers finally began exploring my throbbing tips, tweaking and rolling them gently between. He gave them a light tug. I arched my tits into his hands, giving a soft whimper of approval. After a moment he released my nipples and ran his index finger along the edge of one of my wide, crinkled areola and then the other, his face taking on the same semi-mesmerized look all guys did when they toyed with my tits.

Tyler's hands circled around to my front, scrubbing and rubbing at my stomach and hips, dripping down briefly to soap up the very top of my mound before teasingly slipping away and rising up to my breasts. I groaned, arching my heavy orbs forward into the four massaging and groping hands sharing my breasts. I was glad my boobs were so big; there was enough flesh so that both the boys could easily fit their hands on them and not overlap.

"This feels great, guys," I moaned thickly.

They moved around me, working the soap into my flesh, focusing mostly on my naughty bits but also washing my shoulders, arms, legs, back, and belly. I sighed and squirmed under the attention, my eyes shifting between the two of them, taking in the sight of their wet bodies and glistening, hard cocks. I saw several of the other guys in the showers watching, a few of them jacking themselves off, but none of them tried to approach us. I felt half disappointed by this and half relieved. An odd mix of feelings, I thought.

Both boys took turns fondling and groping my cunt, spreading soap along the puffy outter lips before caressing the inside of my pink valley. This lasted for several moments before I found myself stuck between them with Tyler in front of me, playing firmly with my pillowy breasts while Mitch squeezed and stimulated the round fullness of my ass.

I wiggled about, moaning and sighing pleasantly at their delicious attention. My nipples throbbed in pleasure as Tyler gave them a tweak and then a gentle but wonderfully sharp pinch, sending a spike of delight through my body and down to my throbbing slit. Mitch's fingers kneaded at my rounded ass as if trying to shape dough, which caused me to arch my ass eagerly toward him.

"G-guys? I'm... really close..." I panted, hardly able to form words.

"Can we make you cum?" Tyler asked with a smile.

"Please!"

Tyler's hand snaked down my slippery, soapy body and gripped my pussy softly. He ran the fleshy mound between his fingers and my hairless skin tingled keenly with the incredible sensation. I was so glad I kept myself bald. Things were so sensitive down there. Tyler's fingers sank into my gash, stroking along the length of my dripping slit. I spread my thighs as wide as I could while still standing. I leaned back against Mitch, who braced me and put one arm around me to hold me up. His hand pawed at my tits while his other one continued to toy around with my ass.

"Put one inside please," I whimpered to Tyler.

He smiled and indulged me. I gasped as his middle finger circled my opening before gently slipping up my hole. I could feel the pad of his finger caressing my inner walls, feeling their softness and warmth. The slick fleshy tunnel clung to the prodding digit hungrily. He started sliding the finger in and out, getting it thoroughly soaked in my thick, sticky honey. The finger wasn't nearly as satisfying as a cock, but it would certainly do.