"But there's plenty of rope in the basement. And Hank and me… well, weave come up with a lotta things on the side. You know, made 'em up. He's gotta be careful and hide 'em from his dad," Annie said, giggling again into her fingers.
Betty felt her cheeks burning with shame. Annie's voice was growing louder. She was sure some kids passing by overheard one or two words. Betty saw their faces as they looked back.
"Annie, not so loud," she cautioned, wishing she had the strength to get up and leave. But the conversation was too fantastic, too exciting for her to move away.
"Sorry. Anyway, we take off all our clothing and fool around. You know, like… normal, whatever that means," Annie said. "Then he gets out the rope and ties me up… real tight. Gosh, sometimes I can't even feel my fingers!"
"And you let him do it?"
It was unbelievable! Betty felt as if she were talking to someone from outer space. Her good friend Annie? Annie, the daring one, could dare this much? She could let some guy tie her up and… and then what?
"Sure, I trust him. That's the big part, I guess, is trusting the guy. Anyway, then he works me over."
"What? Works you over? What do you mean?" Betty asked breathlessly. Her heart was beating so hard! she thought it was going to tear right, through her ribcage. For a moment the girl forgot about those awful guys across the aisle staring at her and Annie. All she could think of was what her friend was saying, what she was explaining to her.
"You know. Betts, and… and things. He's got some screws he puts on me down there that really turn me on. And then… then he fucks me. And ohhhhh, ohhhhh, God that makes me feel good!"
Betty could see her friend was almost in ecstasy right there in the lunchroom. Again Betty turned around and saw those guys still sitting there, laughing now, hitting one another. She was sure she and Annie were the butt of some dirty joke. Frowning, the girl turned away, touching her friend lightly on the shoulder.
"Why? I mean, why do you do it? Does it feel that good… I mean, really?"
Annie stared back, shrugging her narrow shoulders and checking the time.
"Seems that way. If you're interested why don't you come over and watch?"
"What?" She couldn't have heard right. Betty gripped her books more tightly.
"I've gotta go to the john. Just talking about it made me all hot, all over. I'll be back," Annie whispered, sliding out from her chair and walking quickly through the double doors.
Betty sat there, staring at the table top. She was hot. Oh God, was she hot! And it was worse, far worse than it had been for a long time. She thought about what her girlfriend had said about all that fucking, about all that bondage! Something was responding in Betty. It was something dark, something she buried down deep inside her. She sat there, her fingers tightening around her books. Immoral. That's what it was. Her mother would have screamed in horror if she had known what her daughter was thinking about Wednesday night. Annie had said she could come over and watch… maybe even take part! No, that would be asking too much.
"Hey, baby, you look all lonesome. Want some company?"
The words cut through her daydream. Betty nearly jumped out of her skin. Turning around, she saw it was one of those guys from across the aisle. She had seen him swaggering down school corridors before, eyeing all the pretty girls. Betty remembered hearing stories about him – about how he homed in on a girl and how he kept on bugging her until she gave in.
"Go away!" she said sullenly, turning away from him. She could hear the others laughing softly behind her.
"You don't want me to go away, do you?"
His voice! It was like satin, purring into her confused mind. She sat there, feeling him almost touching her. That awful conversation she had had with Annie. It had made her like this, respond to him like this. Where was Annie? Why was her friend away so long in the john? Why didn't that bell ring?
"Yes. Just… just leave me alone," Betty whispered, wishing in a strange way he would touch her.
"I'm not gonna beat you."
Chills swept over her body as she felt his warm breath blowing over her flesh. She waited, expecting to feel a tongue being shoved into one ear. Then, catching herself, Betty moved away, twisting around and staring angrily up at the smirking young athlete.
"Or anything else. Just… just get out," she said, her voice quavering.
"It's a public place. This is school, man, and like it or not I'm part of it."
"No!"
He had put one hand around her. She had almost shouted as she jumped up in a panic.
Her sudden move, sent all her books crashing to the floor. She couldn't help it! He was upsetting her so, tilting all her fine moral defenses to crazy angles. Betty couldn't think. And now there were people staring at her, smirking at her. It was as if she had shouted to them just bow she felt, just what she secretly wanted.
"Hey, take it easy, chick."
He put his hand on her narrow shoulders, forcing her back down. How hard her nipples were becoming now, scratching maddeningly against her sweater. She could swear he could see them poking against the fuzzy material of that garment. And her cunt! Her pussylips were moving as if they had a will of their own. The full, flexible cuntlips curled and trembled while her clit popped hard and erect to the surface. She felt blood rushing to her face as that stud dropped his face to hers.
"My name's Gino… Gino Canola. You know, Italian stallions can really make a girl feel fine… 'specially a girl like you."
Her mother's voice echoed through her mind as she sat there trembling in the cafeteria, reminding her that men only wanted one thing – to fuck then disappear.
"No!" Betty pulled her notebook over her tits as if it were a shield.
Gino looked at her for a few seconds, then shrugged, running his fingers through his long black hair. She could hear him breathing, could imagine the things rushing through his mind. Was Gino's cock thick and hard now? Half-formed thoughts drifted through her mind, thoughts about Gino lording over her, tying her up, fucking her brains out. That damned Annie! She'd tell her friend a thing or two when she got back.
"Don't know what you're missing. Bet you haven't been around much either," Gino said.
He was panting into her ear! Yes, she bet he wanted her in that way. His lips were curling into a broad smile, revealing the white teeth behind. Betty's eyes flashed over his body. He was big and stocky, his chest so thick and powerful Betty thought he must work out or something. And how he stared at her!
"I don't care what you think. Just leave me alone. I don't… don't want to talk to you," she nearly panted back.
"Sure," he said, putting one foot on a nearby chair and opening up his legs in front of her. He was exposing his crotch to her… right there in the lunchroom! Again the girl swept her eyes over his body. She saw an impression of a thick roll of meat cradled between his legs. His cock! His prick was big and thick and hard – or at least she thought so! And he wanted to stick something like that up between her legs? Never! She would die rather than have someone like Gino fuck her!
"What's on your mind?"
The question made her face burn more furiously.
"Nothing, except I'm gonna be late for the next class," she said, spotting Annie threading her way through the gathering crowd. Betty avoided the laughing stare from Gino's dark eyes as she rose to leave.
"Maybe you oughtta think about me more often. Bet you wouldn't be so damned stuck up if you and me got together a couple of times."
Gino's voice followed her as she gathered up her books and left, Annie trailing behind her, asking her what was going on.