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{ASSM}NEW: Nanny3: Back to School 13/14 (Ff+/F, reluc) by LCDRJMC
and Greatness
With an assist by Jennatarp!
Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction
(honest!). It is intended for Adults Only, so if you're
not--then go away. It is not intended for sale, but if
you'd like to pass it around, feel free. Just keep the
header as is and all will be well. Enjoy!
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Part 13
*****
Athena could not remember much of what happened at the store and
after. She recalled hanging naked on the wall, and Tara's
mother, Mrs. Marcus, talking to her. She remembered waking up
briefly in her cousin's car. In the darkness of the car's
interior, she looked down at her bare torso, her top had somehow
worked its way above her breasts, and she absently saw that
Sophie's right hand was buried deep between her bare thighs. The
blunt hand was doing surprisingly wonderful things between her
wide-spread legs. Before she faded into unconsciousness again
she noticed Sophie looking at her with tears in her eyes,
muttering, "My fault. All my fault," while her hand never
stopped.
When she woke again they were in front of her apartment building.
Without saying a word, Sophie helped her up to her apartment,
then, leaving her sitting in front of the door, went back for her
garment bag from Bountiful Plantation. Sophie had to use one of
her 'special' keys to get into the apartment, as Athena had
mislaid hers somewhere. After opening the door, pushing her
inside, and handing her the bag, Sophie waved a silent farewell
and almost ran back to her car.
Athena closed the door and slowly looked around for a moment, not
sure where she was. "My God," she said when she finally realized
her location. "I'm home." She hung up the garment bag in the
small front closet and looked around again. She could hardly
believe she was back at her apartment and safe once again after
such a terrible day.
Alone and in familiar surroundings at long last, Athena
automatically did the first thing she always did when she came
home, she checked her appearance in the full-length mirror she
had installed behind the front door.
"Eeeeeekkkk!" she screamed, then clamped her hands over her eyes.
She was a disaster! Her hair was a complete rat's nest, and the
only thing she was wearing was a long sweatshirt which stopped at
her upper thighs and had an embroidered "Bountiful Plantation" in
pink text across her high-set breasts. No underwear, no shoes.
Her body felt like it had been beaten with a baseball bat. It
was bruised, battered and tired, so very tired that she could
hardly stand. Her hips twinged with pain when she walked.
"What happened?" she asked herself in the mirror. "What in Hell
happened?"
Her phone rang and she debated whether she should just let it go
for once. Habit won out, however, and she staggered over to the
wall unit just inside the small kitchen located just off the
front door to the apartment.
"Uh, hello?" she said while trying not to sound too exhausted.
"Athena! It's your mother! What's wrong? You soundexhausted!"
"Oh God! Uh, hello, Mom."
"You don't sound well."
"Long day. Very tired."
"That nice Tara is out front with Stephanie and Tricia. They are
here with the limo to take you to the prom."
Oh, damn, thought Athena. She never had a chance to tell
Sophie that she was supposed to take her to her parent's home,
not here. Tara was not to know that she had her own place.
Athena put her tired brain to work. "Tell her that I'm running
late, so I will just meet them there."
"Alright. I'll tell them. Are you okay?"
"Yes, mom. I'm fine, really. Just a little tired, that's all."
"Okay, dear. 'Bye."
"Right. 'Bye."
Athena staggered into the bathroom and started a very hot bath,
filled with the best bath oils and scents she could find. She
stripped, lit ten scented candles, turned on her bathroom CD
player, turned off the lights, and sank gratefully into the tub.
"Aaahhhh," she cooed as the hot water flowed over her terribly
worn body. She held her breath and slid under the water. She
stayed there for a full minute, letting the hot scented water
cleanse her very being, until she surfaced gasping for air and
feeling a least somewhat in control again.
"Thanks!" she said to the empty room. "I needed that."
She lay quiet in the tub, watching the shadows from the candle
light flicker on the ceiling, inhaling the wondrous scents which
surrounded her, while letting the soft jazz quiet her fevered
mind and body.
Athena was tired. She was tired of the games, of the charade, of
the person she felt she had to become for this assignment. She
was tired of Athena Valentine, Bitch Goddess of Elizabeth Borden
High School, and desperately wanted the return of Athena
Valentine, the quiet, good girl who only desired to be a
successful investigative journalist.
It shocked her how easily she had embraced the role of high
school queen, how much she liked having her way at the expense of
everyone, a life-style so self-centered it took her breath away
just thinking about it. It was a part of her she never knew
existed, but, now that this secret side of herself was finally
exposed, it did not automatically follow that it was a path she
must follow. She once lived without being anything like that and
she felt sure that she could do so again.
She wanted to enter a room and feel people's trust and
friendship, and not their fear, envy and lust. Oh, yes. She had
set herself up as the most beautiful and unobtainable of women,
what every girl in her school wanted to be, and what every boy
simply wanted but would never get.
And she had done it. She was the Queen, the ruler of all she
surveyed. The goal of Prom Queen, a title the theft of which
from those much more deserving then herself, was assured. She
was going to become the true Queen, and, almost as an
afterthought, finish her story about life in one of today's high
schools.
Then it all went wrong. Her old sickness, an inability to
control her body's reactions to the slightest touch, no matter
how innocent, returned with a vengeance this week. Every time
someone tried to help her from some silly situation, she lost all
control, and lost her expensive clothes in the process. It was
all so humiliating. She could not even give a simple speech in
class without...without...
"Oh God!" she cried in anguish remembering what had happened.
It was too painful to think about. She ducked her head under the
water again for another minute to clear her terrible thoughts.
When she surfaced she was calm again.
By rights she should not go back to the school any more, her
assignment as far as she was concerned was over. She would take
a month off to complete the story and recover from her ordeal.
That was only fair, considering what the story cost her. At
least this time she would be able to finish it.
But finish it how? What of her own secret life, especially the
part of it which happened this past week? And the discoveries
she had made about herself? What part could they play in a story
for publication in the Free Press? Of how tingly she felt when
the budding Latina, Paige of the Three Amigos, had kissed her in
the shower and how she wanted it to happen again? Of how
helplessly she fell into strange situation after situation,
losing her clothes and becoming wildly out of control, her
traitorous body still simmering, still hungry long after
everything was over? Even now she could feel the terrible need
at work within her.
"Paige!" Athena painfully gasped. "Poor Paige. Why did I treat
you so badly?" Paige, the silly underclassman whom the bitch
goddess Athena Valentine would not waste an unnecessary second or
a kind word with, yet who, with her two constant companions Lisa
and Natalie, was always there for her, helping her.
This was her last night. She must make it up to the girl. But
how?
*****
Athena Valentine looked at her image in the bathroom mirror. It
had taken over two hours, but she was ready. She was washed,
shaven, scented, brushed, painted, and combed. Her hair, which
should have been put up in an expensive perm, hung thick and
straight with only a beret at the back to give it some style.
There was no time for anything more. At least her tan and
well-applied makeup covered any signs of her incredible fatigue.
Her tiny low-cut bra and high-cut panties looked incredibly sexy
with the matching garter belt, stockings and pumps with stiletto
heels. She had to admit those people at Bountiful Plantation did
know their business. Still, it will be a relief to be able to
wear her regular and much simpler clothes again, instead of
always having to pretend as though she was trying to seduce the
world. That was her younger sister's look, not sensible
Athena's, and she longed for its return.
She looked down at the light blue harness around her hips. It
was her first garter belt, and Athena was beginning to wish that
she had not let those kind women at Bountiful Plantation talk her
into wearing one tonight. It made her feel far too sexy, as if
an invisible person was caressing her terribly sensitive upper
thighs. The last thing she wanted to feel tonight was sexy. Her
nipples had finally returned to their normal state and she did
not want to chance anything making them stiff again. They were
much too distracting that way, besides being a terrible indicator
that she was not as cool and collected as she would like everyone
to believe.
Athena looked at her reflection and sighed. She would just have
to think of nothing but maidenly thoughts tonight, because it was
far too late to change anything now!
She slipped the dress on, and fastened the long zipper behind her
and the criss-crossing spaghetti straps across her upper back and
shoulders. The floor-length, form-fitting, powder-blue dress
shimmered in the harsh bathroom lights. Long gold earrings and a
slim gold chain around her neck set off her tan and hair
perfectly. They were her only jewelry. She did not need
anything else, not tonight.
The shimmering dress hugged her natural curves all the way. Only
her arms and upper back were bare. That was all anyone was going
to see tonight, her date included, the pig.
She looked in the mirror a final time. Perfect. As advertised,
her undies did not show. Very sexy, which was why she had bought
the gown in the first place. But the beautiful dress looked much
too provocative for the way she was feeling tonight, the way it
hugged her every line and curve, as if she were wearing nothing
underneath at all. At the store, they tried to talk her out of
her under-things as well. Going commando was the current
Hollywood fashion they told her, and everyone was doing it for
formal occasions. Oddly, the thought made her tingle. But she
dared not. She was far too weak. Things always started
happening to her whenever she went without, terrible things that
consumed her very being. She knew she could not trust herself
anymore, not like that. Not for a long time.
Tonight must be perfect. Above all, nothing must cause her to
lose control. Being crowned Prom Queen would realize her dream
of being a successful investigative reporter. After all she had
been through, she certainly could not back out now.
All that was left to do was to call a taxi, take her spare set of
keys to her SUV still in the school parking lot, transfer all of
her things from her school purse to her matching cute little prom
purse, go to what was left of the damn prom and win. Simple.
"What about their faces?" she wondered as she slipped on her
high-heeled pumps. "How will everyone react when they first see
me there?"
As far as anyone knew, she was still Athena Valentine, Bitch
Queen of Elizabeth Borden High School, rich, untouchable and
perfect. Why should anyone listen to vague, third-hand rumors
about what might have happened in some silly class? Her old life
beckoned her and she wanted it back badly, but she wanted this
too. She would show them all who was really in charge. She was
the one and only Athena Valentine, and she was going to have a
night which they would be talking about long after she was gone.
Oh, yes!
She strode importantly from the bathroom and went to her living
room. She noticed for the first time how very cluttered it was
with expensive exercise equipment.
"Everything gets returned once the assignment is over," her
editor had told her at their last stormy meeting. "The exercise
equipment, that damned SUV you just had to have, those clothes
which royalty couldn't afford, all of it! You damn-near broke
the paper with this stuff and it's the only way I can get us out
of the red again. No pouting! It goes back!!"
"Good!" pronounced Athena Valentine to her living room. It was
back to her shabby if inexpensive health club after this, but she
did not care. "Take it all!" she joyously shouted. "I want my
damn life back!"
She looked around the room once again.
"But not tonight!" she said, then laughed triumphantly at her
victory to come.
At least tonight should be easy. She'll go, win the title, and
that will be that. And if anyone says or does anything, she will
just crush them. She had had a very long day and was feeling
cranky.
This was her night, and no one was going to ruin it for her. Not
Tara, not anyone.
Besides, what could possibly go wrong at a prom?
*****
The Three Amigos were on station behind the refreshment table.
They were all wearing a short plain white button-down shirt worn
outside of tight black stretch-pants, and black, low-heeled
calf-length boots, their long blue-black hair tucked into a
severe top-knot.
Paige anxiously inspected the dark crowded gym from her vantage
point behind a large punch bowl. The glittering array of upper
classmen dancing to the pulsating beat of the band on the stage
held no interest for her at all. Damn! Still no Athena!
"You don't think she isn't going to come, do you?" she yelled to
Natalie standing on her right. Yelling was the only way you
could make yourself be heard while the band was playing.
"I shouldn't be at all surprised," Natalie replied loudly as she
refilled another large punch bowl. "You wouldn't believe what
everyone is saying about her out there."
"Like what?"
"You don't want to know," Lisa chimed in from Paige's left.
"That bad?" asked Paige.
"That bad," answered Lisa. "Sorry. I know what she means to
you."
"She doesn't mean a thing to me."
"Oh, sure. That's why you went nuts when we caught her with that
teacher."
"I was just surprised, that's all. I thought she was better then
that. Obviously not."
"What about the Athena-Cam you watch on your PC every night from
Tara's web site? What about that?"
"I...I still don't believe it's really her doing... those things
with those...those rich putas."
"Oh, oh. Here comes the Spanish."
"What?" asked Paige.
"Paige, you only start speaking Spanish when you are really
angry."
"I do not."
"Yes, you do."
"Lisa! That's not true and you know it."
"Page, I'm telling you, you go into Spanish mode when you get
really mad."
"I do not!"
"Natalie! Tell her!"
"Tell me what?"
"It's true, Paige."
"But we don't even speak Spanish at home unless the relatives are
visiting."
"Doesn't matter. You..."
"Never mind! Both of you need to refill your chip bowls. They
are getting empty."
"This job sure sounded a lot more glamorous when we signed up for
it," Natalie said as she reached under the table for the latest
refills.
"Yeah, I know the feeling," said Lisa. "The only freshmen
allowed at the prom. Except no one said anything about possible
hearing loss. And, hey, who thought up these outfits? I feel
like I'm going to bust out of these pants any minute now! It's
embarrassing. I'm afraid to do anything!"
"They are pretty tight," agreed Natalie. "You look good,
though."
"Really?" asked Lisa. She twisted around to look at her own
shirt-covered bottom.
"Oh, yes. Very nice."
"Thank you!"
"It was her," Paige said gloomily. "It was Athena. She did it
when she joined the Prom Committee. She decided on these
outfits."
"Why am I not surprised at that?" said Natalie.
"OhmyGod!" gasped Paige breathlessly. "It's her!"
"Where? I don't see her."
"Over there by the main door, goof."
"Oh. See her. Wow, what a dress!"
"Yeah. I need to...to talk to her. Cover me."
"Got your back, Paige," said Natalie.
"Give her our love," said a grinning Lisa.
*****
Athena Valentine stood with trembling legs at the entrance to the
gym. It was Prom Night, her night, but how she expected to
survive this was something else again. She must have been crazy
to come here.
Still, she could not let this opportunity pass, not after what
she had been through. She earned this, and she was going to
collect.
Alone, she was grateful she had not really been noticed yet.
Standing by the door, Athena enjoyed her last few moments of
peace. She was still not sure what everyone's reaction would be
to her presence, but she knew that it did not matter any more.
This was to be her last night, and it was going to be hers. She
earned it.
Athena looked for her group but could not see them. She did not
want to, but she had to join them as planned if only for
appearance sake. At least it should be safe. Tara would not
dare try anything with her in so public a place with everyone
watching them.
"They must be around here somewhere," Athena muttered irritably.
The center floor was full of dancing students glittering in their
expensive finery. Very few people were sitting at the tables or
standing along the walls.
Suddenly two arms appeared around Athena's waist and she was
forcibly pulled backwards into the shadows.
"Hey! Help!" she shouted as she fought to keep her balance on
her tall heels, but no one heard her in the thundering noise.
The arms disappeared but Athena could not stop her backward
motion until she slammed forcibly against the wall of the gym.
"OOF!" she cried as the air was pushed from her lungs by the blow
and her head bounced against the wall. "Oooww. What happened?"
Before she had a chance to recover, a small, thin girl with a
light brown face, wearing a white shirt and black pants, appeared
in front of her and kissed her hard on the lips.
Athena was so shocked she instinctively pulled her golden head
back and it bounced off of the wall once again. "OW!"
Dazed, she could only stand while the girl attached herself to
her lips once again, the small soft tongue forcing its way past
Athena's white even teeth and into the hot pink wetness of her
mouth.
"Mmmmmmm!?! MMmmmmmm?? Mmmmm? Mmmmmmmmm." Athena's protests
died away as the wonderful kiss consumed her. She closed her
eyes and gave herself into it. Her arms circled the waist of the
budding young form before her. It was Paige she finally realized.
The only person here who really cared about her. The young girl
was just showing how happy she was to see her. How sweet! A
good thing it was something so innocent, because people might
begin to wonder at two girls kissing like this. Her entire body
was feeling strangely tingly, but Athena knew it was probably
only her own reaction at seeing her darling Paige once again.
What the distracted Athena did not notice was how Paige had been
lightly rubbing the tips of the reporter's high-set breasts with
her small knuckles. The nipples, very sensitive after a full day
of fun, responded instantly to Paige's cunning fingers and
eagerly leapt to full erectness. Paige noted with glee how fast
Athena's nips revealed themselves under the sheer material of the
expensive dress and bra. It was just as she thought. The
14-year old was very familiar now with the proud body of Athena
Valentine. Ever since she touched it this morning for the first
glorious time, she did nothing except study its secrets, how it
responded whenever and wherever she touched it. She knew it now.
Athena Valentine was hers. Upon finding her goal, Paige began
to work on Athena's nipples, pinching and pulling them between
her fingers, yet always being careful not to mark that beautiful
dress. But that was not all. A sly thigh worked its way between
Athena's trembling legs and pressed firmly against the reporter's
covered crotch.
Athena's head was spinning. She was feeling very strange.
Perhaps it was from bumping her head, or maybe it was how sweet
Paige was so happy to see her, but whatever it was her body was
tingling like crazy now, especially her chest! It was so weird!
Her poor nipples felt like they were ready to explode, and every
strange twinge from them went directly to her already heating
pussy.
"Oh no!," she thought feeling sick to her stomach. "Not now.
Please, God, not now!" It was her illness again returning to
haunt her. Her stupid, deadly illness, which meant that if
anyone touched her, even in the most innocent way as with her
sweet Paige now, her traitorous body would turn every pure touch
into something sexual and wicked, and yet so delicious she wanted
to scream in ecstasy. It was her own fault, she knew.
Deveroux's doctor had told her all about it, but the pills were
gone and Athena could think of no other way of fighting these
terrible, exquisite sensations racing through her. It was
obvious that sweet Paige was just happy to see her. Athena knew
that it was her own sick mind and body that was causing the
rising pressure of a dangerous climax to already start building.
"MMM!" Athena gasped after a particularly strong twisting
sensation radiating from her troubled nipples went shooting
through her clouded mind like an electric shock. It was as if
someone were playing with them, but thankfully she knew that
could not possibly be true. Not here, and certainly not with her
sweet Paige. It was her own sickness that made her feel that
way. Her knees weakened and if not for Paige pressing her firmly
against the wall she would have fallen. Athena's vagina pulsed
slightly and she was suddenly aware at how shockingly close to an
orgasm she was!
Paige went to work on Athena's proud nipples with a vengeance.
Even through dress and bra, they felt wonderfully full and stiff.
"Mmmmm? Mmmmm! MMMMM!" Athena tried to warn Paige that she
could not take anymore, but the sweet freshman still had not
broken her devastating kiss of welcome and it was impossible to
make herself understood. Suddenly it was too late for anything.
She came!
Paige gleefully felt the beautiful body stiffen. "Got you!" her
mind yelled. "Got you!"
The cunning freshman broke the kiss and took a step back. She
wanted to see this!
"UHHHH!" helplessly grunted Athena as her vaginal muscles
contracted. She bent over, clutching her abdomen with both hands
to try and stop her wildly spasming cunt. But it was no use.
She could feel her nice new panties being ruined as her own
lubricants flooded into them.
Her body calming, a trembling Athena stood up more or less
straight once again. Paige placed her hands on Athena's bare
shoulders. She looked happily at the flushed dazed face in front
of her, disheveled yet radiant, still in the thrall of the
climax. "Is anything wrong?" she asked.
"Oh, no!" Athena mumbled miserably, her head down, unaware of
Paige's presence. "It feels so good. God, why does it have to
feel so good?"
"Athena, is there anything wrong?"
"Oh, Paige! It's you. I'm sorry. I'm a mess! I've...I've had
an...an..."
"An accident?" added Paige helpfully.
"Y-yes. That's right, an accident. I don't feel very well. I
don't feel very well at all."
"Oh, my. Let's get you cleaned up."
Holding her by the waist, Paige guided the limp Athena from the
wall and through the gym's entrance. If she saw anyone looking
at her, Paige either ignored them or said softly, "Cramps," and
always received a wince of sympathy in return from those who
understood.
She cut through the long line leading to the girls' locker room,
and commandeered the first lavatory stall she found that had an
unlocked door. A half-naked girl, sitting on the john fixing her
dress, looked up in horror at Paige and Athena.
"Okay, out!" commanded Paige. She snatched the shocked girl's
dress from her hands and tossed it towards the row of sinks on
the other side of the crowded room.
"EEEEEEKKKKKKK!!!" the girl shrieked. She jumped up and dashed
after her dress, trying to cover her wildly bouncing bare breasts
with her arms as she ran through the laughing crowd.
"Ah, alone at last," said a beaming Paige as she led the still
befuddled Athena into the stall.
"Now bend over, and we'll get you all cleaned up. That's right,
just hold that silver thingy, and relax. It will be over before
you know it."
Paige carefully pulled up the long dress from the bottom, slowly
revealing the fabulous nylon-covered legs, stopping only to
admire how the garters framed Athena's delightful thighs, lifting
the skirt until the light blue transparent panties covering the
taut buttocks were fully exposed to view. The slightly thicker
material running between the thighs was badly soaked. Paige
draped the long skirt over Athena's waist, then moved away to
admire her handy-work.
"Gulp." Paige's heart skipped a beat at the glorious sight!
She heard a sound behind her and half-turned her head. Through
the corner of her eye she could tell that the stall door was
slightly ajar and a few girls were crowded around the gap trying
to look in. Paige 'accidentally' bumped against the door and it
opened completely to the astonishment of the crowd on the other
side.
"Now spread your legs nice and wide so we can wipe off that nasty
girl-cum," she said for the benefit of her audience. "That's a
good girl."
Athena hung her head in shame. In spite of everything Paige
still liked her, even after making a complete fool of herself in
the gym. She did not deserve such a devoted friend!
Paige stood aside so that everyone could get a good view of
Athena's soiled panties, and from the gasps and giggles coming
from outside the stall, they were doing just that.
"Yuck! What a mess you are!" scolded Paige to the giggles of the
watching girls. "Now I have to clean you just like a little
baby."
An ashamed Athena could only nod her head in agreement. Just
make it quick, she thought in torment. It was incredibly
humiliating to be half-dressed like this and have someone clean
her privates for her. She wanted to die! But yet, why was she
tingling as if excited her?
Paige pulled a short length of toilet paper, folded it into a
pad, then began to slowly wipe at Athena's pantied crotch.
Making sure that those behind her could see, she went over the
swollen labia again and again until she was sure the shaking
senior was very close to cumming.
"Ohhh, I can't...much longer...hold..." softly moaned Athena as
she fought against the unwanted climax trying to consume her.
"Oh, this won't do at all," Paige complained and pulled the taut
panties down past a frozen Athena's hips to her knees.
"Paige! Please!" Athena whispered in horror as she felt her
panties being lowered.
"Now spread you legs so I can get at you. Farther."
Without thinking, Athena strained her legs to comply, but they
were caught in her lowered panties. All her fevered mind could
think in the depths of her humiliation and growing excitement was
that was that all that mattered now was that she must do what she
could to make things easier for Paige.
"Now arch your back so I can clean that dirty little pussy of
yours. That's my good girl."
Athena's panties were stretched almost to the breaking point
between her legs, her shaved cunt completely visible to the
growing crowd outside of the stall.
Paige began to carefully rub Athena's exposed and defenseless sex
with her soft pad. The paper quickly became soaked but Paige did
not care as she had no intention of cleaning anything. As her
right hand slowly wiped again and again the swollen labia, her
left hand lovingly traced the crack of Athena's ass, the fingers
dancing close around the sensitive brown rosebud nestled between
the extended cheeks.
The 14-year old felt Athena shudder and the pad of paper in her
right hand suddenly became soaked with hot fluid splashing from
the senior's exploding cunt! Athena helplessly ground her hips
onto Paige's hand, trying to prolong the sensation.
"Oh, my. Did we have another accident?" Paige asked sweetly.
Athena could only nod in misery when the climax had passed and
she became still. She had done it again, she had humiliated
herself in front of sweet innocent Paige!
The freshman tossed the pad, completely soaked with the evidence
of Athena's latest climax, in front of the hushed crowd. It
landed with a loud splat and glistened in the harsh light.
"Now we are going to have to do it all over again," Paige said in
her best mother's voice, "and all because you can't control
yourself". She smacked Athena's right buttock, leaving a wet
handprint.
The dazed Athena felt devastated. Her sweet Paige was right.
All the girl was trying to do was help, and all she did was
continue to make a mess of herself. If only she could learn
control!
Paige began rubbing Athena's cunt again, only this time just
using her hand. She ran it openly back and forth, always making
sure the watching girls behind her had a clear view. She saw a
hand place an open compact with a large mirror on the closed
toilet seat. Now the girls really had a good view!
"Uuuuhhh," groaned Athena as Paige pretended to wipe off the
sopping crotch but was actually having great fun teasing Athena
Valentine's vulnerable sex. Paige was in complete control of the
bent-over helpless reporter. Whenever she felt Athena nearing
another climax, she would back off and let her recover a moment,
then begin again. The sweating Athena was soon a trembling
wreck!
Paige decided that it was time for a little fun. She carefully
spread Athena's leaking fluids all around the shaved cunt, paying
particular attention to the swollen labia. When Athena's natural
leaking proved insufficient for her needs, Paige lightly tickled
Athena's engorged clit and was soon rewarded with another shudder
and handfuls vaginal lubricant. She spread the hot girl-cum
thickly between the senior's legs, then worked her way up between
the spread buttocks.
Athena Valentine, college graduate and investigative would-be
reporter, had been turned by a 14-year old girl from an
intelligent young woman into a vending machine for her own sweet
nectar. She no longer thought, she only existed, shuddering and
moaning her way from one climax to another under Paige's eager
hands. To produce girl-cum on demand for the young freshman was
her sole reason for being. Weak from the effort, she leaned
limply over the closed toilet. Only by straddling the commode
could the thing which had once been Athena Valentine remain
standing.
Paige began to wonder if there could be a market for this
wonderful hot substance filling her hands, maybe for girls who
have trouble getting wet (call it 'LubriCUNT'), or for those who
just want to feel something very special against their own
sensitive skin (call it "Be My Valentine"). She could lead
Athena about the school, keeping her always ready, providing
samples or product as required. She would not have to worry
about college scholarships after that. How cool was that?
Paige expertly teased Athena's sex once more, just to make sure
she had enough. There was a soft shudder and "UH!" from a
devastated Athena, and Paige's small hands quickly filled with
more of Athena's sweet honey. Soon the entire area of the
senior's crotch was sopping wet, with Athena's own girl-cum
forming a thick hot layer over its entire length and width.
Paige then raised the lowered panties back over Athena's exposed
hips, pulling up the front and back sections as far as they would
go, causing the distraught Athena to moan yet again. She did not
make them into a thong (that would come later), but she noted
happily that Athena was now showing much more of her golden
cheeks then she was when she arrived. She waited until she saw
how quickly the full crotch-band began seeping with the
delightful substance.
"Mmmm. Yummy," giggled Paige as her fingers felt the tight
stuffed panties squish over Athena's crotch. "That should give
you something to think about."
"Oohhhhh" moaned Athena helplessly at the incredible sensations
coming from her crotch as she slowly became aware of her
surroundings once again. What was Paige doing to her? Didn't
the girl realize how terribly sensitive she was there of all
places?
"Am...I...clean...yet...?" a trembling Athena choked out. She
wondered what could be taking Paige so long in cleaning her off.
She could not understand it. The panting reporter felt as if she
had just finished a 5-mile run. She was sweating and exhausted.
Still, Athena found the exposed position she was in to be oddly
exciting, and she was afraid to do anything which might trigger
yet another mind-destroying climax in front of the innocent
Paige. The girl was just trying to clean of some of her own
disgusting juices before they soiled her beautiful gown, and yet
she somehow lost control of herself countless times already. Her
sickness was truly out of control tonight.
She felt Paige pat her on the left buttock and say happily, "All
done. You can get up now."
Athena had been bent over for so long that when she stood the
small stall began to spin. "Oh! I'm so dizzy," she complained
while beginning to sway.
"Here," Paige said, guiding her. "Put your hands flat on the
wall for a moment. I need to fix your dress anyway."
"Thank you," Athena said gratefully as she leaned against one of
the stall walls.
Paige regretfully dropped the long skirt into position, then with
much more enthusiasm undid the crossed shoulder straps and the
dress' fasteners. She pulled the top of the opened dress down
far enough to completely expose Athena's bra.
"The panties can stay," Paige said, "but the bra has to go!"
"OH!" gasped Athena as she felt the dress' bra spring open and be
quickly pulled from her body.
She frantically covered her bare chest with her arms. "Paige!
Please! I need that!"
"No you don't. Let's get you tucked back in and I'll show you."
"But, Paige...!" complained Athena, but the freshman ignored her.
"Put your arms down, silly," said Paige in her best eager
little-girl voice. "I can't do this with you in the way."
Athena dropped her arms and stood helplessly as her young friend
dressed her.
Paige raised the top of the dress and took her time fitting each
firm breast into the tight bodice. It required a great deal of
kneading of the glorious breast-flesh. She would repeatedly
slide her fingers over those arrogant tits, making sure to catch
them on Athena's nipples so that they were especially stiff when
she was done.
"Oh! Paige! What are you doing?" a bewildered Athena gasped.
Paige seemed to be taking forever getting her dress back on.
When she felt Athena begin to shudder again, Paige stopped her
teasing of those fabulous tits and quickly refastened the dress
and all of the straps.
Athena looked down and saw with horror that her proud breasts
were totally revealed under the thin sheer material of her
beautiful dress, her untamed nipples looking incrediblyextended.
"Oh, Paige," gasped the breathless Athena. "I know you are just
trying to help, but I'm going to need band-aids or something to
cover my...my nips. I don't have a bra, and they're so...so out
there!"
"I prefer them like that," murmured Paige to herself.
"What did you say?!"
"Nothing. Back to the prom. You're fine. Trust me."
"I...I do trust you, Paige. I really do. I know that you are my
only friend in this entire school, and I would do anything for
you. I like you. But I feel so exposed without a bra, and...and
squishy. I feel really squishy...down there, even after all
the...the cleaning you did for me."
"You'll be fine," said Paige. "Don't worry about it."
"All right, Paige," said an exhausted Athena. She was too tired
and confused to argue anymore. She just wanted to get her prize
and go home before anything else happened. "Anything you say."
Paige looked at the overcome Athena. Her damp face, still
showing the glowing signs of her recent climaxes, her thick
golden hair in slight disarray with beads of sweat running
through it, her wonderful breasts now obviously without
confinement, all in all Miss Athena Valentine the Perfect had
become the classic picture of the beautiful girl who had very
recently been with a special someone, who had in fact been having
sex with a special someone. And Paige, along with every girl in
the lavatory, knew that she was that special someone.
"Senior in my pocket," she thought with satisfaction. "Wait
until I tell the gang about this!"
*****
Athena once again stood inside the gym's entrance. However,
there was a difference this time. She did not have a bra and her
impudent nipples were sticking out a mile, her panties were
soaked with her vaginal fluids to the point that she could feel
trickles running down the insides of her thighs, and Paige seemed
to have taken possession of her ass because her hand was all over
it! That and the fact that, just from walking from the lavatory
to the gym, she wanted to cum so badly she could practically
taste it. Paige was only supposed to help clean her up a little,
but instead she felt more excited now then she had all day. How
could that of happened? Even worse, how could she even think of
lasting out the remainder of the evening?
It was impossible for her to stay, especially like this. She must
find Tara and give her apologies to the group.
Paige gave her a good-bye kiss (in front of everyone!) and
returned with a proud swagger to the food tables.
Athena walked slowly around the edge of the gym, staying as much
as she could in the shadows. She just could not understand why
she felt so wet and gooey. It was as if she had been greased!
Walking had become a terrible turn-on with her slick thighs and
buttocks, not to mention her braless breasts quivering slightly
in her bodice. The one thing she did not want to happen this
evening was happening with a vengeance. But now she was feeling
so excited she could hardly stand it. Distracted by the turmoil
within her, Athena absently held her lower lip between her teeth
as she walked with unseeing eyes through the crowd, unaware of
how her stiff nipples were clearly visible under the slick
expensive material.
Others noticed her now and many tried to talk with her, but
Athena was aware of nothing except the burning need to cum in her
loins. When she was dimly aware of others around her, she could
only try to give them one of her old imperial nods that she
reserved for the lesser mortals. Speaking was impossible. She
knew that if she opened her mouth for anything she would
certainly scream. "Oh, Paige!" she thought. "What have you done
to me?"
*****
"Where is that bitch?" grumbled Tara.
"Don't worry," said Stephanie. "She wouldn't miss tonight for
the world."
"But she wouldn't even ride with us!" Trisha complained. "And
that lame excuse she had her mother give us! The bitch!"
"Do you have the disk?" asked Tara.
"Oh, yes," Trisha answered. "Selected screen captures from
Athena-Cam, plus the stuff you gave me from your Mother. I
barely had time to put it all together. My God! Where did she
get that? It was hot!"
"A store's surveillance camera. The salesgirl was nice enough to
give Mom a copy."
"Or...?" Trisha asked.
"Or Mom would have plastered the girl's picture all over the
net."
"Your Mom does have a way with people."
"Watch it," warned Tara.
"Okay, okay," said Trisha, holding up her open hands in
surrender.
"Athena's certainly been having a busy day," observed Stephanie.
"With that slut, it's just been business as usual for her," spat
Tara in disgust.
"Meow!" said Trisha.
"It's true."
"Take a look behind you," observed Stephanie. "It's her."
"Will you look at that!" gasped Trisha.
"Quick, girl!" said Tara. "Take your disk over to the girl
running the projector behind the screen. Tell her it's for
Athena's presentation. She'll know what to do."
"Yummy!" cooed Trisha as she left on her errand.
"Speaking of yummy..." said Tara.
"Yes, she is all of that," said Stephanie. "What's with her
tonight, anyway? She looks all funny."
"Athena? A bitch in heat is a wonderful thing, Steph'. You
should know that."
"Yes," Stephanie said shyly looking down at the table. "But now?
Here?"
"Why not now? Go bring the darling over here. She looks so
confused and vulnerable. How perfect! Time for more fun with
the Princess."
"Yummy!" cooed Stephanie.
"Yes," agreed Tara, hungrily licking her lips. "Yummy."
*****
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