Rating
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 sound
exhausted!"
"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 incredibly extended.
"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."
*****
End of Part 13