Apprehensively she trudged to school. Keeping a sharp eye out for anyone she knew, she managed to avoid meeting Doug and Brad and her other friends all morning. However, at lunch time, Doug managed to catch her hiding behind a book in the quadrangle.
"Angie, I've been trying to find you all morning," Doug said, thankful he had found her. He added contritely. "I'm sorry about last Friday. Really. I'd give anything if it hadn't happened. And — I wanted to tell you that I think our experiments had better stop."
Angie's face flushed red with shame. "You're damned right the experiments had better stop," she snapped. "I don't ever want to see you again."
"Why not?" Doug asked, disturbed. "It wasn't my fault it happened."
"It was too," Angie said hotly. "If you hadn't kissed me at the door, Brad wouldn't have guessed."
"Look," Doug's voice rose under the stress, "I didn't know Brad was there. I didn't invite him to come. You did. Why didn't you tell me you did?"
"I tried to. Only he wouldn't leave me alone. He kept following me."
The two looked at each other hopelessly.
"What's done is done," Doug said. "We've got to figure out what to do now."
Doug's calm acceptance of the situation angered Angie who was still trying to pretend it hadn't happened. "That's easy for you to say. Who started the whole thing?" She asked passionately. "Who?"
"Angie! Be reasonable…"
Angie remembered the boys' shameful and degrading treatment of her helpless, naked body. How could he talk about reason? She turned and started to run away. Doug ran after her and caught her arm.
He pleaded, "Let's not quarrel about it. I'll make it up to you in some way. I promise. Let's try to stop it before it gets worse. I'll beat up Brad so he won't tell anyone. So he'll stop."
Angie let out a wild peal of hysterical laughter. When she could speak, she coated each word with venom. "You! Beat up Brad!" She started laughing crazily again.
It was Doug's turn to blush a deep red. Embarrassed, he stammered. "H-he j-jumped me from behind the other t-time…" Then he stopped. What was the use? Angie hated him. It was finished between them. Done. Misery rose and caught in his throat as he watched her run away.
Angie ran blindly. She could barely see through her tear-filled eyes. Where could she hide where no one could bother her? She slowed to a walk and dabbed her eyes with a Kleenex. The language lab didn't have a teacher there all the time. She could hide in the gym but if Miss Blodgett found her she'd be nosy and try to force her to tell why she was crying. Probably the best place to go was the library. She knew a dark corner there among the bookshelves where she could hide.
When she entered the library, Angie was relieved to see few people there. The day was sunny and warm outside so only the most ardent scholars were studying today. She walked past the shelves of books toward the dark corner. She didn't see Brad come in the door behind her.
Brad had just glimpsed Angie stepping into the library door. He went in after her and saw her disappearing behind a bookshelf. He guessed where she was heading. A smile brightened his face. Swiftly he followed after her. He found her just where he hoped to — in a dark alcove shielded by a shelf of books. He stepped in, blocking her exit.
"Hi! I've been looking all over for you," Brad whispered gaily.
Frightened, Angie cringed against the wall. "I want to be alone."
"Baby! Don't be selfish." Brad pulled her to him. "Just a little kiss."
Brad's mouth smothered hers. His hands slid down her sides and up her light sweater. His fingers felt her breasts and began kneading her soft mounds of flesh and brushing tantalizingly across the tips of her nipples.
Angie groaned, and in spite of her hate for the boy, felt her body tingling into desire. Her vagina burned. Good God, not here! In the library. She twisted her body around in Brad's arms until her back and the softness of her buttocks faced him. She did it so suddenly, he couldn't stop her but his hands slid around the front of her body and greedily continued kneading her young firm breasts.
Angie tried to pull his hands away but they were too strong for her. She could feel her soft nipples turn hard and erect. Brad's mouth was breathing gently in her ear, sending searing electric shocks of unwanted desire down between her legs. Brad's body pushed hers hard against the wall. His middle finger slipped under the leg band of her panties and probed into her moist lips. Frantically she tried to cross her legs to protect herself. Too late. A finger gently caressed her clitoris. Sensual waves seared through her body. She gasped and moaned softly.
"No. Not here. Please don't do it to me here!"
But her body ignored her words. Her vagina felt wet and open. It began to press back against Brad's hard penis which poked against her yielding buttocks.
Still teasing her clitoris with one hand, Brad took his other hand away from her breast. "Burn, baby, burn," he crooned in her ear.
Angie heard him unzip his fly. She felt his hardening penis pop out of his pants and graze down under the soft yielding crevice of her buttocks. Her body trembled. "Oooh!" she groaned softly, in ecstasy. Her pelvis involuntarily swung back to rub against his penis. Her insides convulsed. Her vagina dripped in anticipation.
"That's it, baby. Swing it! Swing it!" Brad said hoarsely.
With one hand he tore her panties down; the her hand pulled her buttocks out from the wall so she was half-bending over. Brad pushed her miniskirt up. In the dim light the soft white moons of her buttocks shone sensuously. He pushed down on her back until she was bending over more. The dark crease of her buttocks widened. He slid his fingers down the wide stretched crevice, feeling her tiny puckered anus, her vaginal hole, the soft ridges of her vaginal lips, the warm nest of her pubic hair.
"Reach back and feel me, Angie, feel me!" he said urgently.
Angie could feel his engorged member stretching like a pole between her legs. Without thinking, her right hand reached back under her spread legs and firmly grasped the fleshy shaft. She rubbed her hand up and down it. It was hard and hot in her palm. She touched a finger lightly on its leaden slippery head. It slavered liquid, greedy to get in her. She could feel Brad's finger circle around her vagina lips, softly at the sparse young hair surrounding them. She moaned with pleasure. Her buttocks flexed. Lubricant oozed from her open little pussy and dripped down her thigh. She felt his finger slide into her moistened vagina easily. Her warm, fleshy walls crushed down on it, trying to keep it in. The finger moved out. Her pelvis rotated backwards, trying to recapture it. The finger moved back in, causing a burning trail where it touched the smooth throbbing flesh of her cuntal passage.
Their bodies began to push and gyrate against each other. Minds whirling, hearts palpitating, their bodies began to heat up hotter and hotter.
Brad's eyes were glued to Angie's opalescent bottom. The muscles dented each cheek as she flexed them. The dark slit narrowed and widened as she moaned softly and moved her pelvis. Her soft moist vaginal walls convulsed on his finger. Lubrication squirted on his finger and dribbled out over his hand. Her pelvis arched back farther and faster. His genitals burned. He couldn't wait much longer. I've got to hold it, he told himself. Little bitch! Let her fight for me this time!
Soft moans escaped Angie's lips. Her body was wracked with hungry desire. Oh God, why doesn't he take me? she thought helplessly through her building passion. She pushed her buttocks harder back against him. Her whole body burned at white heat.
"Take me, take me," she begged softly, not aware she was saying the words out loud.
But still she didn't feel the delicious rod push in her. Maddened by passion, without thinking, her left hand pulled Brad's finger out of her vagina and her right hand rammed the hardened shaft of his cock in hard. She gasped in delight when she felt her vaginal walls close around it. Mysterious cosmic impulses permeated her being. She was impaled! Her whole reason for living was happening. She worked her pelvis harder and faster to bring the driving cock deeper and deeper into her.