I took another bite of my sandwich, chewing slowly, savoring the ache between my legs. The cafeteria was emptying around me, the lunch rush fading into the drone of conversation and clattering trays. I finished my sandwich, wiped my fingers on a napkin, and gathered my tray. Time for next class.
I stood on shaky legs, my thighs still trembling from what the three girls had done to me. The ache pulsed warm and deep with every step as I carried my tray to the drop-off window. My skirt felt tighter than before, stretched across my hips, the fabric clinging to the wetness between my legs. I smoothed it down, adjusted my top, and stepped into the hallway.
The hallway was packed between classes. Bodies pressed close on all sides, a current of noise and movement sweeping me forward. I hugged my books to my chest and let myself be carried, my eyes scanning the faces around me. So many people. So much energy. I loved it.
A hand grabbed my ass through my skirt.
I gasped, my body jerking forward. The grip was firm, possessive, fingers digging into my flesh through the thin fabric. I spun around, my heart racing, and found myself looking at a boy with dark hair and a lazy smile. He was already walking past me, his hand dropping away as if nothing had happened.
"Hey," I called after him, my voice light. "That was friendly."
He glanced back, that lazy smile widening. "Yeah? You liked it?"
I felt my cheeks warm, but I smiled back. "It was friendly. I'm Elena, by the way."
"Marcus," he said, already swallowed by the crowd. "See you around, Elena."
I hugged my books tighter, smiling to myself. Friendly. Everyone here was so friendly. I turned back to the flow of bodies and kept walking, my skirt still bunched from where he'd grabbed it. I didn't bother smoothing it down. What was the point? Friendly hands were going to find it anyway.
Another hand brushed my breast. Light at first, a casual graze through the thin cotton of my top. I glanced to my right and saw a girl with short red hair walking past, her fingers trailing across my chest like she was checking the fabric.
"Sorry," she said, not sounding sorry at all.
"It's okay," I said quickly. "It's really busy, right?"
She smiled, her eyes dropping to my chest for a second longer than necessary. "Yeah. Super busy." Then she was gone, swallowed by the crowd.
I took a breath and kept moving. My nipple was hard now, the fabric of my top rubbing against it with every step. I could feel the ache spreading through my chest, the same warmth that had been building between my legs. I bit my lip and tried to focus on getting to my next class.
A hand caught my arm, pulling me to a stop.
"Hey, you're the new girl, right?"
I turned to see a tall guy with broad shoulders and a friendly face. He was holding my arm, his fingers warm against my skin. "Yeah, I'm Elena. I just transferred."
"Nice to meet you, Elena." His hand slid from my arm to my waist, pulling me closer. "I'm Derek. You settling in okay?"
"Yeah, everyone's been really friendly," I said, my voice bright. "I've already made some friends."
"That's good." His hand slid lower, palm pressing against my hip, fingers curving around the curve of my ass. "Real friendly."
I felt my face heat, but I didn't pull away. He was being friendly. That was nice. "What class do you have?" I asked, trying to make conversation.
"History. You?"
"Um, I think I have English. Room 204."
"I'll walk you." His hand squeezed my ass, firm and possessive, and I gasped softly. He just smiled, guiding me through the crowd with his palm full of my flesh.
"Thanks," I managed, my voice breathy.
"No problem." He squeezed again, his fingers digging into my ass through the thin fabric of my skirt. I could feel the heat of his palm, the strength in his grip. My knees wobbled.
We walked a few steps before another hand found my breast. This time it wasn't a brush—it was a grab. Fingers closing around my flesh through my top, squeezing hard.
I stumbled, my books slipping in my arms. "Oh—"
I looked up and saw a guy with a buzz cut and a grin, his hand still on my breast, his thumb rubbing across my nipple through the cotton.
"Sorry, crowded," he said, his grin saying the opposite.
"It's okay," I said, my face burning. "I'm Elena."
"Tom." He gave my breast another squeeze before letting go, his fingers dragging across my nipple on the way. "Nice to meet you, Elena."
"You too, Tom." I smiled at him, and he winked before disappearing into the crowd.
Derek's hand was still on my ass, his grip steady. "Popular already, huh?"
"I guess everyone's just really friendly here," I said, my voice light, though my heart was pounding.
"Yeah," Derek said, his voice low. "That's us. Real friendly."
We reached the stairs, and the crowd thickened. Bodies pressed against me from every side, and I felt hands everywhere—on my waist, my hips, my ass, my breasts. Fingers grabbing, squeezing, stroking. I gasped and stumbled, my back hitting someone's chest, and then I was surrounded.
"Hey, easy," someone said, but they didn't mean it—their hands were on my hips, pulling me against them.
"Sorry," I said, but no one was listening.
A boy in front of me turned around, his eyes dropping to my chest. "You're the new girl, right? The one everyone's talking about?"
"Um, yeah. Elena."
He smiled, his hand reaching out to touch my breast. "I'm Jake. Heard you're real friendly."
"I try to be," I said, my voice shaking as his fingers found my nipple through the thin cotton.
"That's good." He squeezed, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and I whimpered. "Real good."
Behind me, another pair of hands found my ass, spreading my cheeks through my skirt, squeezing hard. I gasped, my body arching forward into Jake's grip.
"So, Elena, you like this school so far?" Jake asked, still playing with my nipple.
"It's—it's really nice," I stammered, my voice breathy. "Everyone's so welcoming."
"What classes you taking?" The hands behind me slid under my skirt, fingers brushing the waistband of my thong.
"I—um—English, history, math—" The fingers found my thong, pulling it down slightly. "Oh—"
"Sounds good," Jake said, his other hand coming up to cup my breast fully. "You settling in okay?"
"I—yeah—" The fingers slipped past my thong, finding the wet heat between my legs. I jolted, my books spilling from my arms, scattering across the floor. "Oh no—"
"Don't worry about it," someone said, and hands were on me from every direction. Someone was pulling my top up, exposing my stomach, my ribs. I felt cool air on my skin, then hot breath, then a mouth on my stomach, kissing, licking.
"Wait—" I started, but I didn't want them to stop. This was friendly. This was normal. They were just being welcoming.
"You're so soft," someone murmured against my belly. "So warm."
"Thank you," I breathed, my head falling back.
A mouth found my nipple through the cotton of my top, sucking hard, and I cried out, my hands flying to the head of whoever it was. I gripped their hair, not to pull away but to hold on, to steady myself.
"Mmm, you taste good," the voice said, muffled by my breast.
"I do?"
"Yeah. Sweet." They bit down gently on my nipple through the fabric, and I whimpered.
More hands pulled at my top, tugging it up, and I felt the fabric bunch around my neck. Cool air hit my bare breasts, and then there were mouths—multiple mouths—on my chest. Lips and tongues and teeth, sucking, licking, biting.
"Oh god," I gasped, my hands finding purchase on shoulders, on heads, on anything.
"You like that, Elena?" someone asked, their mouth full of my breast.
"Yes—I mean, it's very friendly—"
Laughter around me. Not mean laughter—warm, affectionate. "She's so cute," someone said. "Look at her, she doesn't even know."
"Know what?" I asked, my voice dreamy.
"Nothing, sweetheart. Just keep being friendly." A girl's face appeared in front of me—short dark hair, sharp eyes, a knowing smile. "I'm Zoe."
"Hi, Zoe," I said, my voice breathless. "I'm Elena."
"I know." She leaned in and kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth, tasting me. I moaned against her lips, my body melting into hers. She kissed me deep and slow, her hand coming up to cup my cheek, her thumb stroking my jaw.
Around us, hands kept touching, mouths kept sucking. Someone had my skirt bunched up around my waist, their fingers sliding between my legs, stroking my wet slit through my thong. I broke the kiss with a gasp, my head falling back.
"You're so wet," the person behind me murmured—a boy, his voice rough with want. "Soaking through your panties."
"I'm sorry," I mumbled, though I wasn't sure why I was apologizing.
"Don't be," Zoe said, her hand sliding down my chest, between my breasts, over my stomach. "It's just friendly."
"Right," I breathed. "Friendly."
The boy behind me pulled my thong aside, and I felt his fingers—two of them—slide into me without resistance. I cried out, my knees buckling, but there were hands everywhere, holding me up, supporting me.
"That's it," he murmured against my ear, his fingers pumping in and out of my wet cunt. "Just relax. We're all friends here."
"I know," I whimpered. "I know you are."
A mouth found my other nipple—Zoe's, her tongue hot and wet, circling the hard peak. I moaned, my hands tangling in her hair, pressing her closer. Someone else was sucking my left breast, their mouth hungry, teeth grazing. I was surrounded, engulfed, every inch of my body being touched, tasted, claimed.
"Who's your favorite teacher so far?" someone asked, their voice casual, as if I wasn't being fingered in the middle of the hallway.
"I—what?" I gasped, Zoe's tongue flicking my nipple.
"Favorite teacher," the voice repeated. A girl with long braids was smiling at me from the side, her hand on my hip. "You must have met a few."
"I—um—Mr. Henderson seems nice—" I broke off as the fingers inside me curled, hitting a spot that made my vision blur.
"Henderson, huh? He's a good guy." The boy behind me added a third finger, stretching me, and I moaned loudly.
"Oh—oh god—"
"You like that?" Zoe asked, her mouth moving to my other breast.
"Yes—it's so—" I couldn't finish the sentence. The pleasure was building too fast, a pressure in my belly that demanded release.
"Come on, Elena," the boy whispered in my ear, his fingers driving deeper, faster. "Come for your new friends."
"I—I—" My body tensed, the pleasure cresting, and I came with a cry, my cunt clenching around his fingers, my whole body shuddering. I heard myself moaning, felt hands holding me steady, mouths still on my breasts, and through it all, I smiled.
When I opened my eyes, the crowd was still there, still touching, but the pressure had eased. The boy pulled his fingers out of me, and I heard him suck them clean. Zoe kissed my forehead. The girl with the braids smoothed down my skirt.
"So Elena, you coming to the party Friday?" someone asked.
"Party?" I blinked, still dazed.
"Yeah, at Jake's place. Big thing. Everyone's going to be there."
"I—um—" I looked around at all the faces, all the smiling eyes. "I'd love to."
"Great. I'll text you the address." The girl with braids pulled out her phone. "What's your number?"
I gave it to her, my voice still shaky, and she typed it in, smiling. "I'm Mina, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Mina."
The crowd began to disperse as the warning bell rang, bodies peeling away, heading to class. Someone handed me my books, stacked and somehow intact. Zoe gave me a last kiss on the cheek. The boy who'd fingered me—I never caught his name—gave my ass a final squeeze as he passed.
I stood there, leaning against the wall, my chest heaving, my body trembling, my skirt bunched and my top still half-unbuttoned. I was a mess. A happy, aching, smiling mess.
I buttoned my top with shaking fingers, smoothed down my skirt, and picked up my books. The hallway was emptying fast, the late bell about to ring. I had English. Room 204.
I started walking, my legs still unsteady, a smile fixed on my face. I had friends. Real friends. And a party to look forward to on Friday.
This school was the best thing that had ever happened to me.