"You're looking tired, dear," her mother said, serving her a plate of bacon and eggs as she shuffled into the kitchen and sat down.
"I didn't sleep much, mother. I've got a big history exam today and I'm worried about it," she said, picking up her juice glass and swallowing the bitter orange drink.
"Oh, yes, that's why you were over at Annie's – studying. I do wish you'd sea other girls," her mother said, sitting down opposite and brushing back her hair.
Betty studied her mother. Tall, attractive, firm pouting tits. She could see why men wanted her mother even now. She could have had a good time, maybe even a better one than Betty had had last night. What was stopping her? Betty blushed at her silent conversation. What a terrible thing to be thinking about one's own mother.
"Annie's fine. I've got to hurry," Betty said, closing the conversation.
She bolted down her food, grabbed her books and nearly ran out the door. As she faced her mother, the girl felt growing guilt and shame. She might have said something, might have done something that had tipped off her mother. No, no one could know of that evening. It had to be her deep dark secret – hers and Hank's and Annie's.
At school things went normally. She saw Annie once or twice in the morning in the halls and waved. Hank was nowhere to be seen. That was good. The girl couldn't have faced him. The thought of looking into his eyes, hearing his mocking laughter there in front of all the kids made her nervous.
With these thoughts in mind, the girl was strolling down the main corridor past the principal's office, hugging her books close to her body when the realized someone was purposely standing in front of her, blocking her way. Raising her eyes, she saw it was Gino. Her heart contracted.
"Please, I'm on my way to study hall," she muttered, her fingers turning icy. Her tits were starting to swell until her nipples were tense and itchy again. God, what kind of girl was she? Everything in the world had happened to her the other night, it seemed. And yet she was still game for more.
"Yeah, sure. Study, huh? Real bookworm," Gino said, smirking down at her. He ran his fingers along her notebook, staring hotly at her. Betty felt her knees trembling, felt the strength going out of her legs. She was showing her excitement, her fear. She knew it, could sense Gino's growing amusement and arousal. "That's not what Hank tells me."
Betty nearly dropped dead. It was all she could do to run around the big stud, fighting back the tears, feeling his eyes boring through her clothes. He told! He told!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"He told, Annie, he told!"
Betty was in tears, clutching her lunch bag and sinking down in her chair. The cafeteria was almost empty. In a few minutes she had to be in American history class. But she had to talk to her best girlfriend.
"I don't believe it. Hank wouldn't… well, I don't know," she said thoughtfully, rubbing one finger over her chin.
"Oh, I don't know what to do," the girl moaned, hiding her head in her hands. It was as if the world had crashed to an end. How could she face anyone at school? It would happen to her as she'd seen it happen to other girls. There would be a scandal. The girls would start talking about it. Soon the teachers, the principal, and finally her mother would find out about it. She would have to transfer schools. And she was in her senior year! The horror of being found out, of having her reputation dragged through the mud and laughed at nearly made her faint. She heard the bell. For a moment Betty thought of gathering up her books and just running out the hall into the street. She would never go back to school again. She would rather die than having everyone sneering and laughing at her.
"Maybe just Gino. Let me talk to him. I don't know why he would have done something like that. He never did it with me," Annie said, wrinkling up her forehead in confusion.
"You're different. It's just that he wanted to hurt me… I don't know why, but he did and…"
"He and Gino are good friends," Annie went on. "And you said Gino leaned on you yesterday. Maybe he's just helping out a friend." Annie shrugged, shaking several loose locks of her long brown hair from her face.
Betty was horrified.
"Helping out a friend? That way? You make it sound like he had a flat tire or something."
"Well, you don't have to make such a deal about it," Annie sniffed, picking up her books as she slid out from behind the lunch table.
Betty felt crestfallen. She had lost her cherry! She had committed a homosexual act with her best friend, then had gone on to fuck Annie's boyfriend like a rutting bitch. And Annie told her not to make a big deal out of it? She was horrified by her acts and by their consequences!
"Coming to class?"
"I'll be there in awhile. Tell them I'm not feeling well, Annie. Tell them something," the girl muttered, staring down at the crumbs on the table.
Annie stopped, pursing her lips together and shaking her head slowly from side to side. Hesitating for a moment, the girl walked back to her friend and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Look, I'll talk to Hank and try to find out what's going on. If there's anything I can do about it I'll stop this little rumor mill, okay. Now cheer up. See you in class."
Betty smiled, feeling a little hope brighten her otherwise darkened mood. Neither Hank nor Gino were in the next class. She might be able to forget about her troubles through study. And besides there was Annie – good old Annie, someone who really cared about her in spite of that show she and Hank had put on the night before.
Sighing, Betty picked up her books and walked briskly from the cafeteria. If she hurried, she could avoid a tardy slip for class.
Climbing the concrete stairs, Betty saw that the halls were nearly deserted. This was the last lunch period. The hall monitors were gone and no teachers were milling about. She rushed past several closed doors, her head down, her breathing quickening as she once more thought about Hank and what he was doing to her. Gino! The way he had stared at her in the hall. She could almost feel his big hands on her, tearing off her clothes, caressing her body.
History class was at the far end of the building. Quickening her pace, Betty turned the corner, stopping short by a large green metal door that led to the boiler room. There were Hank and Gino, leaning against the fire alarm pole. Betty felt frozen, unable to move. She blushed furiously, knowing these two knew what she had done the night before.
"Late to class? Too bad," Gino said mockingly, shaking his head from side to side.
"Yeah, means we're gonna have to turn you in. Too bad."
"You're not hall monitors," Betty said, feeling her flesh crawling.
"Yeah? Well, we're gonna help 'em out. Can't have monitors around the place all the time," Gino said, pushing himself up from the wall and starting for the girl.
"Yeah. We're supposed to be at practice now out in the field. But the coach won't miss us for a while. He's got all that paperwork and shit," Hank said, moving quickly behind her and stretching out both arms.
"I'll scream," Betty whispered, her mind whirling around a thousand miles per hour. They were accosting her right here in school! Was there no place safe for her?
"No, you won't. You cause any trouble and I'm gonna tell everybody about you," Hank said, his eyes narrowing.
"You already…"
"Just Gino," Hank interrupted. "Thought he'd dig it 'cause he's onto you. But you mess up now, baby, and the whole fuckin' school's gonna know about it. You think they're gonna do somethin' to me and Gino?" he chuckled, his lips curving up into that cruel smile she knew all too well. "But you won't be able to show your face around here, understand?"
Yes, she more than understood. The others would slap him on the back and congratulate him for having fucked her so well. Meanwhile she would be sneered from school, laughed at until she couldn't stand it.