The Friendly Ones
by @velvetgingerElena Vasquez never learns. Her heavy breasts strain through thin cotton, her round ass fills every skirt, and every rough hand that grabs her is just being friendly. The whole school takes what it wants—groping, sucking, taking—while she keeps smiling, keeps speaking, too trusting to understand why.
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EXPLORE CHAPTERS
Cafeteria Line
Elena stands in the cafeteria queue, tray in hand, her skirt stretched tight over the curve of her ass as she leans forward to grab a napkin. A solid body presses into her from behind, a hand gripping her hip hard enough to leave prints, and she gasps softly but doesn't twist away—just turns her head enough to see a senior she barely knows grinning down at her. His other hand slides around her waist, palm flat against her belly, pulling her back against him as he reaches past her for a spoon, his voice casual when he says "excuse me." She laughs, breathless and confused, and tells him it's okay—still holding her tray, still letting him stay pressed against her as the line shuffles forward.
Wet Seat
I found an empty table near the window and set my tray down, wincing as the hard plastic seat pressed against my sore, slick thighs. Before I could take a bite, three girls slid into the booth across from me, their eyes dropping to my open top where I'd missed a button. "You're the new girl, right?" the one with the ponytail asked, already reaching across the table to touch my wrist. "We heard you're really friendly." Her fingers traced up my arm, and I smiled, grateful for more attention, as the girl beside her leaned in and pressed her palm flat against my chest, right over my nipple.
Crossing Halls
I gather my tray and stand on shaky legs, the ache between my thighs a warm pulse with every step. The hallway is packed between classes, bodies pressing close, and I'm swept into the current. A hand grabs my ass through my skirt, squeezing hard, and I gasp, turning to see a boy with a lazy smile who just keeps walking past. I smile friendly back. Another hand brushes my breast, then another, fingers catching my nipple through the thin cotton, and I stumble, my back hitting a few people in the hallway. Im surrounded and everyone starts talking to me groping me hard sucking my breasts and fingering me . I make conversation. Everyone is SO nice and friendly to me
Before the Tray
I push through the cafeteria doors, the noise washing over me, my tray empty in my hands. Before I can take three steps, a hand grabs my wrist, pulling me sideways into a cluster of bodies. 'Elena! There you are!' A girl I don't recognize presses against me, her palm flat on my chest, fingers curling into the neckline of my top. Another hand slides up my skirt from behind, thumb hooking my thong, and I stumble, my tray clattering to the floor. 'Don't worry about that,' someone says, their mouth hot against my ear. 'We'll get you something to eat after. First, we missed you.' My heart melt thatso nice. Everyone is so friendly here. I talk to everyone as the entire cafeteria guys and girl alike touch me rougher
Party Morning
I wake to sunlight and the buzz of my phone on the nightstand, my body sore in ways that make me smile. Mina's text is waiting: 'Party tonight at Jake's, 8pm, 1420 Oak. Val says wear something easy to take off ;)' I sit up, my thighs sticky, my nipples hard against the thin sheet. I pull on my favorite blue skirt and the thinnest cotton top I own, then pause at the mirror, wondering if I should wear anything underneath at all. I still put on a bra and thong. And head other greeting everyone