It has been around six months since I first hid in that adult bookstore. The following few weeks opened my eyes to a whole world of pleasure, and I have not looked back since. After the first Saturday cinema trip when Chester took me to meet his friends, things seemed to fall into place for me, in a good way. Sunday lunch on the following day was interesting. Chester was unusually reserved, while Aimee complained incessantly about the probability of summer school.
When I had a moment alone with Chester, I asked if he wanted to take me to other places with his friends. Chester was visibly relieved when I asked him and was soon back to his usual, pervy self. He took me out every couple of weeks until I left for college. He also arranged for me to attend a couple of bucks parties as the entertainment; they were amazing, my favourite nights.
On the first Monday at school after joining the cum in panties group, I went to the office and spoke to Sandra and explained that I had second thoughts about Aimee and summer school. I asked if it would be possible to earn glowing references for my imminent college applications instead. During that week I had four teachers meet me to fill my knickers with their cum. I asked all four about references, and all agreed it would be an acceptable outcome. My panties seemed to be almost permanently soaked in cum for the rest of the school year after that.
Things went downhill for Aimee when she was offered the chance to improve her marks by joining the cum in panties girls. The senior member of the faculty who propositioned her should have known better. He had been misled by her reputation, and quite likely some element of lust had played a part too. Aimee went to the office to complain, and Sandra told me all about it later. Sadly, Aimee’s self-built fantasy reputation went against her. Many people believed she had approached the staff member herself and been rejected.
Her complaint was completely disregarded, and her reputation as one of the school’s sexually active and adventurous girls took a huge hit. It also badly affected her application to a mediocre local college. Somehow the rumours had been spreading, and she was turned down without explanation.
I met up with Chuck and Stacey a couple of times, but they felt I was becoming too carefree and risky for them. I was happy to fuck bare and never wore a mask, which unsettled them. I also started to leave the doors to the cubicles ajar to allow more men to come in and enjoy me.
I realised I was part of three separate sexual worlds back then. The adult shop and gloryholes were all about quick encounters and men draining their balls. The school was also quick encounters, but with figures of authority using their position to live out fantasies. The exception was Sandra, with whom I spent many a happy lunch hour learning about female love and sex. Chester’s days out were all about being watched and enjoyed by large groups, which I found the most satisfying.