Cindy leveled a steady glance at her friend, shaking the brown hair from her eyes.
"You don't have, to come. I told Justin I didn't think you would."
"You said that?"
Cindy was watching her closely, her forehead wrinkled in annoyance. Ginny affected a slightly bored expression, gathering up her half-eaten sandwich and stuffing it back in the paper sack.
"I said I thought you would think coming here at night would be too kinky. I don't know," Ginny said, shrugging her slender shoulders. "I just said I'd ask, but not to expect anything."
Ginny was surprised at herself. She was turning into quite a little liar. Beneath her cool exterior, the girl was feeling herself fall to pieces. It had been nearly three days since her encounter with Gus and Justin. She had had to wear high-collared blouses and dresses to hide the light pink chafe marks that were only now starting to fade. The welts and marks from belt beating were pretty much gone. But the emotional scars still remained. At night, the and turned, her body on fire as she dreamed of Justin holding her, fucking her while that terrible noose choked the wind from her lungs. And Gus figured into her dreams, that awful, ugly fat body of his cornering hers, weighing on top of it while he beat her into submission.
"I don't know," Cindy said.
Justin had called her last night, the sound of his voice over the phone making her hair stand on end. He had told her to bring Cindy tonight, any way she could. At first Ginny refused. She more than guessed what kind of night it would be. But then came all the threats and Ginny finally caved in. Oh oh, she wished she were stronger! She wished she could stand up to Justin and Gus. But then she thought of the delicious feelings she had had during that night of terror. Something evil, something Satanic in her moved when Justin spoke. And she agreed to lure Cindy into their proceedings.
"Come on Cindy," Ginny said, edging up to her friend and giggling. "It's something else getting… you know, fucked by Justin." Ginny rolled her eyes up, shrugging her head between her shoulders and giggling once more. Cindy's eyes lit up as she squirmed excitedly in her chair. She looked around suspiciously to make sure no one heard them.
"I guess so. You'll come with me? I mean, it's my first time and all."
Ginny smiled, feeling somewhat superior to her friend.
"Sure. No problem. I'll meet you in front of the school, at around nine. Okay?"
Cindy nodded, biting her lower lip in excitement.
"I can hardly wait," she confessed in a shaky voice. "His prick's eight inches long?"
"Maybe longer," Ginny said solemnly, nodding her head.
"Doesn't it hurt or anything?" Ginny shrugged again. "At first. But then he started sucking my cunt and all what and – oh, there's that janitor again."
Ginny saw him staring at her and Cindy, smiling that awful leer of his while working on one of the overhead lights.
"I know. Come on, let's get out of here."
Ginny felt as if she were betraying her very best friend in the world. But then something told her Cindy would quickly find pleasure doing this. All the rest of the school day, Ginny could hardly sit still. Her heart beat quick as she stared at the clock, praying the minute hand would move more quickly. At home she could hardly look at her books let alone read them. She had told her mother there was a dance committee meeting that evening at school. Her mother, trusting her, said little, only telling her to be careful in coming home.
"Oh, God!"
The lies she had been telling, and the lies she would continue to tell! It was a little after eight-thirty when Ginny could no longer stand the waiting. She was chewing her nails, feeling her cunt tighten like a fist then swell open, hot and ready. She was trembling when she took the freshly washed cotton panties, then slid them up her naked legs. She snuggled the crotch band against her cunt, feeling the soft rub of the material against her sensitive pussy lips. Oh, how her knees shook and knocked against one another at that light touch. Only now did she realize the extent of her heat. No wonder she worked so hard at getting her friend to school. She would have done anything for Justin, anything to have him fucking her again. The girl closed her eyes as a particularly powerful spasm passed through her pussy. The pining, the beating, everything added to her arousal.
She felt tingly and excited. Though she had suffered so severely and wonderfully at their hands only three days earlier, the girl felt expectant, hungry for Justin's and Gus' weird kind of affection Justin had treated her like dirt. Yet yesterday in the hall he had hugged her, slipping one hand around her waist and down to her ass when he thought no one was looking. Ginny had struggled weakly against him, her books tumbling to the floor while her papers scattered around the corridor. Justin had only laughed, biting her neck, telling her, "There's more where that came from."
"God!" she moaned.
Tonight would be the night. She was afraid of him and Gus. Yet she couldn't keep her thoughts about sex from taking over her brain. It was as if she were possessed by some horrible devil. She adjusted the elastic band around her narrow waist, wondering who would be pulling the panties down tonight.
"And don't forget, dear, if it's later than ten-thirty, take a cab. I'll pay for it," her mother called from downstairs.
"Yes, Mother."
Ginny nearly giggled at her mother's concern. But the giggle ended when she thought about Gus and Justin. They were planning something special. She could feel it, see it in Justin's eyes when he grabbed her like that in the hall yesterday. She could hear it in his voice when he talked to her last night about getting Cindy to come down to the school with her.
Ginny glanced at her small alarm clock. It was getting close to nine. She had told Cindy she'd meet her in front of the school by nine. Ginny hurried now, slipping her bra over her tits. The smooth material felt good against her nipples. Who would be biting and sucking them tonight? Both men did such a good job! She liked the way Gus nipped her tit-tips, drawing half her tit in his big mouth while rubbing the flat of his tongue over her nipple. Just thinking about it made her cunt tremble in wild anticipation. Oh, it would be good tonight!
Maybe she was really doing too much this time. She had fallen into that pit of lewd entertainment by accident. Now she was choosing it, dragging a friend into it. And all for the sake of two men who had used her as a toilet. Ginny paused, drawing her skirt slowly up her thighs. Was it an attack of conscience? She turned, looking at herself in the mirror. There was a look of expectancy on her face, a look of smoldering want and lust she couldn't disguise. Thank goodness her mother was watching television downstairs! Ginny shook her head, trying not to think about questions, about morality, about morbid conscience. That was gone, out of the way. All she could think of now was the delight that lay in store for her in spite of or because of the pain!
Ginny stood before her mirror, turning and sucking in her flat tummy until it made a cave under her ribs. She realized how petite and yet how attractive she was. Small, yet with full hips and thighs and tits. Her ass was full, yet compact and well-rounded. No wonder Justin and Gus had been hungering after her.
"God help me!" she moaned.
Hurriedly Ginny finished dressing, tucking her blouse in her skirt and padding down the stairs. Quickly she called good-bye to her mother, then skipped from the door, hearing the screen bang behind her. It was a cool evening, one that made her breathe hard as she rushed down the sidewalk toward the school building.
"Right on time," Cindy said, glancing down at her small, wristwatch. "Where's Justin?"
Ginny could hardly speak. Her excitement was so great, she only took her friend by the elbow and guided her away from the front entrance. There in the basement she could see the familiar glow coming from the janitor's room. Just beyond was the light from the gymnastic area; Justin and Gus were there. She sucked in another deep breath, descending the stone steps to the door.