I was a new Ariel after that. Beforehand, I didn’t really care about what I wore, slapping on a t-shirt and some pants, but now… I wanted to try being a little sluttier. I purposefully chose an older shirt, one a little small for me, before going to class. It wasn’t like I was completely changing - at least, on the outside - but it was a good way to test the waters.

Boys are horny as fuck. I barely changed anything and all day, whenever I turned around, a new pair of eyes were on me. Even some boys I used to crush on were now looking at me, but when I caught them, none of them had the balls to wink at me or even keep looking. They all turned away or acted like I was the weird one. All for wearing a slightly smaller shirt? Jesus. I realized in second period, to my discomfort, that this wasn’t going to make me an object of desire to these idiots, it was just going to get me labeled as a whore or a hussie in the bad way and get rumors to start. Then I’d get bullied, teachers would have to get involved… What a pain.

Sure enough, when I walked into the ComTech classroom, Mr. Whittleton looked at me and slightly scowled. “I don’t think that shirt is appropriate for class,” he let me know. 

“It’s all I had,” I lied with a shrug. “I’m doing laundry today.”

“Well, in the future, don’t come to school with that on,” he replied a little sourly. “It’s inappropriate to wear that around your peers and your male teachers.”

I couldn’t stop myself from noticing that last part. And, shit-disturber that I was, I couldn’t stop myself from continuing the conversation. “Wait, what was that last part?”

Mr. Whittleton didn’t back down. “We have a dress code at the school, and it’s not okay to wear that. It’s too revealing.”

“No, you said, ‘male teachers.’ Wearing this around male teachers is the problem?”

“Yes,” Whittleton said with annoyance in his tone. “It’s too revealing. I already said that.”

“So if girls, high-school-age girls, come to class wearing tight clothes, that’s a problem for male teachers?”

No one was working on their assignments anymore. Everyone had turned to the tense situation Whittleton had caused.

“It’s a problem for anyone to disrespect the dress code,” Whittleton replied. “We don’t let boys walk around shirtless.”

“Would that make things difficult for the female teachers?”

“Come on, Ariel, you’re being inappropriate,” Whittleton said disapprovingly, shaking his head.

“No, I’m just giving the same example you gave, with the genders swapped,” I replied, holding out two fingers and twisting my wrist to make my point. “If me wearing tight clothes is even noticed by the male teachers, isn’t it kind of screwed up? Shouldn’t people hired to be teachers not care about how sexy teen girls look in smaller shirts?”

“Ariel, this is my last warning, sit down,” Whittleton nearly roared, though he still took my bait. “It can be distracting to the boys your age in your classes, and teachers are under obligation to make sure their classes run effectively, and make sure girls behave according to the rules and dress modestly. Those are just the rules.”

“None of the boys here even noticed me yet,” I argued back. “You saw my shirt and immediately, like, scowled. All of the boys were working until we started talking. Are you distracted by me wearing a tight shirt, Mr. Whittleton?” He started to talk, so I talked over him. “Why are you so distracted by a student wearing a slightly tighter shirt, what’s up with that?”

“Go to the principal’s office, now,” he ordered, his face getting redder. “None of what you said is true, and you’re just saying things to avoid responsibility. That’s all this is. I told you the rules, and you couldn’t handle that.”

I looked around at my classmates, shrugged to them, and turned away, walking back towards the principal’s office. I couldn’t help but smirk. Whatever you needed to tell yourself, Mr. Whittleton. Whatever you needed to say, buddy.

I didn’t even hate authority. Hell, when it was a good teacher, I actually had a lot of respect for authority figures, but if they lost my respect, they had to earn it back, and Whittleton was a piece of work, if ‘work’ was even the four-letter word I wanted to use. The dude didn’t even teach us - he directed us to YouTube tutorials when it came time to edit our video projects - and his class motto was “You’re not as funny as you think you are.” He was the posterboy for why some students were fully justified in hating their teachers.

Luckily for me, the principal, Mr. Scott, was the antithesis of that attitude, and the model of what a good authority figure should be. When I got to his office, he welcomed me and did what every principal should do in that situation.

“Now, I heard from Mr. Whittleton that you had come to class with a garment that disrespected the dress code, and when he told you not to, you suggested he was… you gave a very serious accusation,” Mr. Scott began. “But I would like to hear both sides of the story, so, go ahead and tell me what happened.”

Upfront communication, clear expectations, even stuff for me to refute. Ugh, what a gem. I didn’t lie, and told him the whole thing from my perspective, even the detail about me swapping the genders.

“...And at the end, I pointed out that none of the students even saw me yet before he pointed it out, so clearly it wasn’t just about how my male friends reacted,” I reasoned at the end. “He just saw me and came to his own conclusions. And, like, yeah, that is weird, especially since… I mean, look at me. I’m wearing a slightly smaller shirt. My whole body is covered though, and this is just a regular t-shirt, just a little small. So I totally did straight up ask him if he was distracted by a young - well, 'young,' still an adult, but you know what I mean - female student wearing a slightly smaller shirt, and if he was, why he would point it out. I think that’s a fair fucking- oh, whoops, sorry.”

I only noticed then I was breathing heavily, and I felt flushed. I was actually upset. I kinda didn’t notice right up until then. Even in my head, I was just telling myself it was a game or whatever, but now, tears weren’t an impossibility if I didn’t calm down.

“It’s okay,” Scott soothed. “I assume that last word was going to be ‘point?’”

I nodded. “My other friends were there. They can back me up. He was being weird. I didn’t like it. If you’re looking at me and you think I seriously was dressing up like a sex object, then whatever, call my parents I guess.” I was looking down at the floor at this point.

Scott laughed a reassuring laugh to lighten the mood. “Now come on Ariel, we both know I’m not calling your parents over this. I’m sorry you were so upset by what happened. I think I will talk to your friends if that’s alright, not because I don’t believe you, but because right now it’s one person’s word against another’s.”

“Okay,” I said with a sigh, standing up. “I’m going to go to the washroom before going back to class if that’s okay. And, uh…” I gestured my hands down my body. “Can I really not wear this to school?”

Scott paused, looking at me - in the eyes, because he was such a class act. He eventually shrugged. “I personally wouldn’t…” he trailed off, then gestured at nothing with his hands. “...but I’ll leave it there. You haven’t broken any rules, and if a teacher condemned you with everyone in the class listening, you’re right, he shouldn’t have done that. You can tell teachers to talk to you in private if this happens again. You’re free to go.”

What a legend.

***

I returned to ComTech around halfway through the period after calming down. Annoyingly, Whittleton was still there, although I wasn’t exactly expecting him to be fired on the spot or something. I noticed that Drew was out of the classroom now - maybe being cross-examined - so I sat next to Greg, avoiding eye contact with Whittleton the whole time.

Greg was nonchalantly typing, not even looking at me. “You… are… trouble,” he said casually in a quiet voice, savoring each word, as he worked. 

“Oh, eat me,” I bitterly replied. “Go ahead and tell me I was in the wrong.”

“If I thought you were in the wrong, I would have begun with that,” he said matter-of-factly, then turned and gave me a muted smile. His smiles were always muted. “How ya holding up, kid?”

I rolled my eyes. “That fuckin’ sucked,” I admitted, slumping on the desk. 

I felt Greg’s hand supportively rubbing my back. “Now do you see why it’s important to know your limits?”

“Oh my God, fuck you,” I bitterly spat. “Are you seriously turning this into an ‘I told you so’ moment?”

“You didn’t wear that shirt because you were doing laundry today,” Gred replied matter-of-factly. Fuck. He could see right through me, and not even in the way I wanted. I didn’t respond, and he gave me another belittling smile. “I know these things.”

“Doesn’t make what he said right,” I said, looking at him but still with my head on my arms, resting on the table. 

“You’re right, it doesn’t,” Greg replied, scratching his nose. He turned to the entrance of the classroom, and my eyes wearily followed. Drew was walking into the classroom, and said a few words to Mr. Whittleton. With a sigh, Whittleton got up. 

“I’ll be back in a few minutes. Keep working on your projects,” he told us, then walked out.

I turned back to Greg to see an uncharacteristic twinkle in his eye. “So, you like wearing sluttier clothes now?” he asked with a slight purr to his voice.

I shrugged. “It was an experiment. I guess I won’t be doing it at school if this fucking t-shirt caused a world war.” I looked it over. “It’s just a little tighter. Showing my midriff or my boobs is out of the question.” 

“What boobs?” he asked playfully, getting rewarded with a slap from me. “Well hey, if you want to feel better, wanna sneak off and suck my dick?”

“Greg-!” I whisper-exclaimed, nervously looking around the room. Part of me was nervous, but another part of me… it was like I was instantly swimming in a sea of excitement. Even though my face turned whiter than season 2 of The Wire… like, yes, I wanted to suck his dick. I always wanted to suck dick. Plus, who cared if I didn’t? That’s what being a free-use slut was all about. 

He didn’t wait to elaborate further. He didn’t even care how it looked that we were leaving the classroom together. He just got out of his seat and said, “Come with me.” Luckily the class was so underpopulated that no one sat near us and no one could hear our conversation, so I just meekly followed. 

We walked down the hallways, with Greg leading the way and walking with purpose until he reached a bathroom. “Unisex bathroom,” he told me. “Handicap, so it’s nice and roomy too. It got installed this year. It’s only meant for one person, so no intrusion. After we finish, I exit first then you exit a little bit later. Perfect.”

I hesitated. “...And what if you exit first and someone is outside waiting to go inside?” I asked.

He paused, looking off at the wall in thought for about two seconds. “Then I tell them the toilet is backed up and to use another one. You just hide behind the wall so they can’t see you.”

I blinked a few times. “Huh. Greg, that’s… smart.”

“Always so surprised,” he quipped, opening the bathroom door and pushing me inside. He locked the door behind him and with zero shame, pulled out his cock. “Nothing you haven’t seen before,” he teased.

I bit my lip and sank down to my knees. Greg was such a good mentor. I couldn’t help but wonder as I slipped his dick into my mouth if he was ever like this with Tiffany. Maybe he held her against the wall and fucked her. Maybe he bought her clothing for her. Maybe he’d come into her room and just tear her clothes off out of nowhere because she was his. So hot.

I moaned, feeling more of his shaft in my mouth than I had before. I was still learning, and Greg was aware of that, not full-on fucking my mouth quite yet, though we would get there for sure. 

Greg grunted, taking a step back to brace the wall for support. I followed, making sure his dick was never too far away from my mouth. I only took my mouth off of his dick to play with his balls, licking them and leaving a lot of saliva. At first, I thought I should be sparing and clean with it, but the more I sucked, the more I realized that making a sloppy gooey mess was the hottest thing ever. His dick was absolutely coated with my spit, and someday, he’d use that spit as lube and just ram that cock into me. And, if the little warning on the back of my birth control could be believed, that day would come in around a week. 

I couldn’t help but slip my hand inside my pants and get off to what was happening. It was just too good. Sucking cock was just too good. The more I experienced it, the more I just wanted to be used for cock, to make them cum, to be a plaything for anyone willing to grab the back of my head and make me get to work. 

I must have been getting better, because all too soon, with a groan, Greg flooded my mouth with his load. This time, I embraced how I wouldn’t be able to swallow it all. I let it dribble out of the corners of my mouth, I let it flow down my chin. My face was a mess, but good slut playthings don’t care about looking presentable. I just wanted to look well-used.

“Holy shit…” Greg moaned, closing his eyes and breathing while his hand gripped the wall. I smiled, feeling the cum and slobber sliding down my chin. Slowly and lazily, he opened his eyes. “Careful,” he warned. “Don’t get cum on your shirt. if Whittleton blows his top over a smaller shirt, he’s gonna freak if he sees cum stains.”

I laughed, but silently agreed. Since Greg was the more presentable one, he quickly rushed to get me some paper towels while I remained sitting on the floor. Throat sore, out of breath, well-used. A slut. God, what a good feeling. Thanks to the fact Greg was, well, Greg, I wasn’t even catching feelings. I really could just be a free-use slut with no problems. Now if only Whittleton wasn’t a big weirdo.

After we got cleaned up, Greg left first, heading back to class. I waited a minute or two before leaving myself, still touching my chin as I walked back to class. It was clean and dry, but I loved the idea of still having a mess on myself as I walked to class. If the world was perfect, I totally could have, but alas.

Once I was back, so was Mr. Whittleton, although he didn’t look at me. That suited me just fine; if the dude wanted to be a creep, he needed to be ready to be called out. I sat back next to Greg, who was working diligently and didn’t even acknowledge me. What a turn-on. I really was just a toy to him.

Drew walked up next to me and coughed to get my attention. I turned around to face him. “Sup?” I asked.

“Hey, mind if I talk to you real quick?” he asked. I shrugged, and the two of us quickly made our way into the hallway.

“What’s going on?” I inquired casually. 

“So, uh, I dunno where you were, but you were out of the classroom when Whittleton got back, and that kind of made him nervous,” Drew began, playing with his hands. “Because of what just happened, he doesn’t want to talk to you in person about it, but…”

I rolled my eyes. Now the dude was making his students talk to me for him. Hello? Weird much? Wasn’t he supposed to be an adult?

“Greg was out of the classroom too, you know,” I pointed out.

Drew nod-shrugged. “Uh, sure, but Whittleton probably felt he can talk to Greg, and plus, you did leave class without telling him where you were going. So he asked me if I wouldn’t mind making sure I know where you’re going if you ever leave the classroom at this point. Is that okay?”

I gave him a weird look. “Um, okay… what does that mean? Like, do I have to report to you every time I have to go to the bathroom, or are you coming in there with me?” I laughed, but down below, I had a different reaction. Was this an opportunity in disguise…?

Drew shrugged. “I dunno. Whittleton was kinda vague about it.”

“You mean kinda immature about it,” I cut in. “Whatever, fine. If I leave the class, come with me to make sure I’m alright.”

“Uh, I think he only meant I check in with you…” he trailed off.

“Drew,” I told him, grabbing him on the shoulder. He looked at my hand. Admittedly, I didn’t touch people much, so this was kind of new ground for him. “If he wanted me to just check in, he would have told you to tell me to check in with him when I leave. But he asked for you. Plus, you get to walk around, right? It’s not like I’m out of class all the time.”

Drew frowned. “I don’t think that’s what he meant, but alright. We’ll do it your way.” He smiled and shook his head. “So bossy.”

“Hey, if he’s making someone sign me in and out of the classroom when I don’t have to do it in other classrooms, who’s being bossy?” I reasoned. Drew, always the mediator, shrugged instead of arguing back, and we walked back into the room.

Whittleton was so stupid. He really thought this would make me want to dip out of class less, but all this did was present me with an opportunity to hang out one-on-one with Drew. Number one, Drew was my friend, and number two, he rarely liked hanging out with people one-on-one after school, so this was just a cool opportunity. But number three, it wasn’t like I only wanted to see if Greg was on the up-and-up. This could have been quite the opportunity indeed.

***

Matthew was still being kind of weird to me. He had this annoying thing going on, whatever it was. After all of my calls with The Amazing Channel, he would message me and try to ask small-talk questions like how my day was going, what my last video was about, or whatever. And yet, he talked to me less and less during the actual group calls…? It was like he didn’t want to talk to me in the group, just when I was with him. It was just so transparent. If he wanted to know about my videos, he could just… watch them? They were good videos. I worked hard on them. (Except for the Over the Hedge one, I kinda phoned that one in.)

I wasn’t dumb. I could understand he was pretending to be interested in me as a person so we could get to know each other better and he could get me to open up to him sexually or something. Like, I get he knew I was into free use, and I guess some girls were into the idea of literally any guy taking them, but like, I had standards, you know? Plus, it didn’t help that he was like a decade older than me. Hell, even if he thought I was twenty-one, that still made him “six years older than me.” It was kinda weird.

On the flipside, Drew was weird about hanging out one-on-one. It started out innocently enough, with him walking me to the bathroom and awkwardly saying goodbye. Most days, I could walk a little slower and get him to talk about Settlers of Catan or Runescape or some of the things he was into. I wasn’t really into them, but Drew was kinda meek so it was nice to hear him be halfway passionate about something. 

Eventually, I convinced Drew to tag along while I just walked around the school. He was hesitant at first, but I told him I was on my period (not a lie at the time) and that I needed to walk off the pain, and if he ever questioned how that would help, I just said, “Girl things, you wouldn’t get it.” Foolproof. It was genius - he couldn’t question it without making it seem like he, a man, knew my body more than me, and he knew that looked really bad for guys, so he had to go along with it.

Drew got more used to two things - going along with my bullshit excuses to do less and less important things during class, and talking to me one-on-one. After I’d exhausted his love of board games, I tried to do the same with DnD - turns out he hated DnD, which I didn’t expect from him. He surprised me when he, out of the two of us, chose the next topic.

“So why make videos about old movies?” he asked as we walked. “Like, I get the attraction of making videos if they get views, but when you started, why did you do it?”

I scratched my head. I’d spend so much time around The Amazing Channel and the Media Gang that someone asking me why I make videos was actually really refreshing. We all took it as such an inherent thing. “Uh, I guess it’s because I saw a lot of that stuff when I was a kid, and I always had thoughts about it,” I found myself saying. “You know, you’ll watch Spy Kids as a five-year-old and remember the rhythm of how they said the dialogue more than the dialogue itself. Or you’ll watch Tarzan and like those moments where the beats in the music match the visuals on-screen.”

Drew digested what I said. “I’ll take your word for it, I guess,” he admitted.

“Really? You don’t feel that?” I asked, surprised. “So then why do you make media and stuff?”

He shrugged. “I just like it, I guess. I’m not really thinking about that stuff. I put things on a screen and go, ‘Woah, I made a thing.’ But analyzing movies is like school. I have to put brain power into why stuff is the way it is, and that just doesn’t seem like fun. For me, I mean.”

“No no, I get you,” I said softly, looking at my feet walking. I shrugged. “I like seeing how stuff works. It’s cool.”

“Yeah, I can tell you can kinda… hyperfixate on things,” Drew noticed. “Actually, can I ask about that?”

“Uh, sure?”

“If I can ask, what’s up with you and Greg? You two used to barely talk, and even when he did, you kinda rolled your eyes at him. Now you seem to really like him. Are you just better friends now or is there… Y’know, a-somethin’ a-brewin’?”

Even with the way the question backed me into the corner, I smiled at the way he phrased the end of that. “Um, uh… Huh, so… Do you mind if I get back to you about that?” I asked clumsily.

Drew only lowered an eyebrow at that, as if to say, ‘Ooh, intriguing!’

I stopped walking. “Nah nah, there’s nothing like that. We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend. But something happened we bonded over, and, uh, it could be private to him. Fair enough?”

“Oh, totally,” Drew immediately conceded. “It doesn’t matter all that much anyways. Only if you - and he, I guess - want to talk about it.”

I did want to talk about it. But, number one, I didn’t know if Greg would be okay with me using his name, and number two, I had no idea how to address the situation.

***

I gasped as I temporarily took my mouth off of Greg’s cock. A trail of spit followed my mouth and Greg grinned at the visual, holding out his phone. I giggled, sticking out my tongue, enjoying knowing Greg was going to look at me with my tongue out later and jack off to it. So fucking hot.

After I put my tongue back inside of my mouth, I moved my jaw around a few times and didn’t even bother to clear off my mouth before speaking. “Are you cool if I told anyone about what we’re doing?”

He clearly didn’t expect me to say that. “Anyone? No. I don’t want my parents knowing,” he initially replied.

I rolled my eyes, even with my face a mess. “I mean, like… Drew has been asking if we’re a couple, because apparently, we’re hanging out in class a bit more.”

Greg was initially surprised, but then, a slow smile crept across his face. “And you telling him what we’re up to can segue into asking him if he wants it too.”

My cheeks burned. Greg was annoying, but there was no denying he was pretty clever. He nudged his dick against my cheek, and on instinct, I took it into my mouth. “Yeth,” I admitted with my mouth full of dick. 

“Nice,” he chuckled, then mulled it over while softly humping my face. “It might make things weird, but, if everything blows up, you were the one who initiated it, not me,” he mused to himself. “Enh, whatever. I’m blunt about stuff. Drew won’t be that surprised. Go for it. Let me know how it goes.”

I made a happy noise while I continued to suck him off. In my head, I began to formulate how I’d approach Drew - probably tomorrow - and worked to get Greg off, though clearly, he had other plans.

Greg pulled me - by the hair, hot - off of his cock, and angled my head up to his so he was looking me in the eye. “It’s been over a week, hasn’t it?” he asked me with a low, almost challenging tone. “Want to see what you’ve been missing?”

My heart rate began to rise. Holy fuck, it was happening. And it was so unceremonious, so unromantic. My pussy was practically gushing. This was perfect. I was just a thing for him to be used. Eagerly, I nodded, and he didn’t even need to instruct me. I got up onto his bed and laid down, spreading my legs. He got used to me blowing him naked anyways (which usually meant whenever I visited him, he’d shut his bedroom door and snap his fingers, the signal for me to start undressing). 

Greg removed his shirt and stared at my pussy, nodding approvingly. “I can see you’re wet from here,” he said softly. “You ready for this?” He grabbed his dick and started stroking it.

“Fuck yes, please,” I practically moaned. “Just use me. Get off in me. Please.”

Greg gave me a muted smile and got up on the bed, lining himself up with me. “It’s going to hurt at first,” he warned.

The smile I gave back was almost a drunken one. “Do you warn a fleshlight that it’s going to hurt too?” I asked rhetorically.

He rolled his eyes and slowly pushed in. It helped that I was wet, but that didn’t mean the first slide in wasn’t painful. It was like a whole baseball bat was getting shoved up in there, splitting me in half. I groaned, feeling my poor pussy getting filled until it couldn’t get filled anymore, and Greg kept going. When he saw pain on my face, he slowed down a bit, but he never stopped. Eventually, I felt his balls touching against me, and I groaned again.

“Jesus,” I murmured.

“Yeah, I told you,” he replied knowingly. He remained there for a bit before slowly sliding back and forth, the movements miniscule at first until my muscles finally got used to the feeling. At some point, the pain was almost gone - never fully - and the sensation of pleasure began building.

My eyes shot open and I slowly grinned. I was getting fucked. I was getting fucked by a guy that didn’t even care about me as a stupid little girlfriend or whatever. This was great. My groans turned into sensual moans, but amazingly, Greg didn’t care. I scored such a bullseye by picking him - he was working away, just wanting to get off inside me. I couldn’t stop moaning, and eventually, Greg rolled his eyes and covered my face with his hand. I was such an object. I was just being used for someone to get off. Holy shit.

As if that wasn’t amazing enough, even while he had one hand on my mouth, his other traced my body down to my pussy, finding my clit. Slowly, he began to place his thumb on my clit and then rub around in gentle circles. I spasmed under his hand, nearly biting his fingers. Holy fuck. My clit and my pussy were on fire in different ways. Sounds and sights and smells exploded in front of me. I was so stimulated that I probably looked like I was having a seizure or something. Even then, Greg didn’t stop, keeping up his thrusts and his attack on my clit, even as I practically screamed into his hand.

I was cumming. I felt it build up, and it released with an explosion like I’d never felt from my body before. I needed this. I deserved this. I was nothing but a free-use slut, and this was my reward for being a good plaything. I wanted to be like this for everyone. This was my purpose. This was my destiny. 

As if it couldn’t get any more amazing, with a grunt, I felt Greg change. His cock throbbed inside me, particularly hard like it was going to grow. But instead of growing, I felt a new sensation. Cum. He was cumming inside me. I was his cum dump. He had his hand over my mouth to shut me the fuck up as he deposited his load into me like it was a normal thing. I shook and shuddered, with this new knowledge combining with his continued thrusts. I was cumming again. He was giving me rolling orgasms. Holy shit. I was crying. This was too fucking good.

I was still shuddering and shivering even when he stopped cumming, and when he breathed a few times afterwards then slowly took his cock out of me. Even the feeling of a dick exiting you was so unique. I rolled onto my side, shivering, giggling to myself.

“Oh, shut up,” Greg said with a chuckle. “You liked it.”

“I am so glad you don’t have a girlfriend if this is how you fuck,” I replied.

Greg paused, then gave that condescending chuckle. “You’re really saying I’m bad at sex after I made you scream?”

“No!” I emphatically replied. “You’re just so good at treating a girl like she’s nothing but a whore,” I practically purred. “I’m doing the world a service by keeping you away from other girls.”

Greg chuckled again, then slapped my ass, hard. “You’re not keeping me from other girls,” he told me. “If you’re good, I’ll tell you if I fuck another girl.”

I took in what he said. “One rule,” I said, just as strongly. “If you fuck other girls, you have to use a condom with me.”

He stared at me for a bit, then rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine, I won’t fuck other girls,” he conceded. I giggled again.

***

“Okay, so I talked to Greg,” I told Drew while we stood around in the hallway.

He put his phone away. “Go on!” he encouraged.

I breathed in and out. “Okay, so,” I began simply, then giggled. “Uh, Greg and I aren’t a couple, but we have… an arrangement.” I so badly wanted to be that fearless girl who would nonchalantly say “yeah, we fucked. We fuck. So? Wanna get in on it?” but I was way too giggly and sex was way too new to me.

“An arrangement, huh?” Drew asked, egging me on.

“So, he and I, kinda sorta… y’know. We have, like, needs, right? He’s fresh out of a relationship - well, kinda - and I… am bad at… talking to boys.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” Drew laughed.

“Boys I like, dummy,” I growled. “Like, like like.”

“Then I’ll take that as a compliment,” he laughed again.

“Oh my God, you dweeb,” I laughed with him. “Don’t even. Anyway, yeah. We have… we f-fool around a bit. A lot. But it’s like, non-exclusive. So, like, if you - if anyone wanted to - oh my God, I’m going to kill myself.”

My face was fully red, and Drew couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “Wow, Ariel,” he chuckled. “This is, like, the least smooth I’ve ever seen you, by a country mile.” He adjusted himself. “So you two are friends with benefits, huh? You’d better be careful. If someone catches feelings, that could get awkward.”

“Catch feelings? Have you met Greg?” I asked, and Drew laughed again, this time with me, thank God. “Nah, it’s also very specifically anti-romantic.”

Drew adopted a puzzled look. “Are you… what’s the term… hate-fucking?”

I laughed again. I really appreciated how well he was taking this. “No, not quite, it’s like a…” I paused. “Okay, so if I’m telling you this stuff, I’m telling you everything, and you can’t judge. I’m super not used to telling anyone, so that’s why I’m… y’know, like this.”

Drew nodded. “Okay, tell me whatever then. It can be like, I dunno, practice for you to talk about this stuff. Tell me whatever, and I won’t judge.”

I nodded. “I am… into free use.” I saw Drew’s eyebrows shoot up, but I ignored that for my own sanity’s sake. My heart was beating out of my chest like a goddamn Looney Tunes character. “I… sexually, I like the idea of just being used by someone to get off. I told Greg, and it’s kinda the dynamic we have now.”

“God damn, Ariel!” Drew exclaimed.

“Hey Drew, remember that time you said you wouldn’t judge me?? That was neat, wasn’t it?!” I replied very quickly.

“I’m not judging! I’m just shocked,” Drew reasoned, a little ‘um actually’ in his tone. “How would you react if Harmony told you she liked putting on a blindfold and getting things shoved up there?”

Fuck. Why did that visual have to be hot? I squeezed my legs together as I stood. “Honestly, I’d just wanna help her out,” I found myself saying out loud, my heartbeat only quickening after I realized I was bold enough to immediately tell Drew.

Drew’s jaw dropped. “This is so crazy,” Drew murmured. “I never would have suspected, ever, that you were into that. I would have thought, if anything, you were just as bossy in bed as you are in real life.”

I shrugged. “I think a lot of people like their sex to be the opposite of real life,” I reasoned. “Like, bossy people love to submit, and the quiet shy ones are the ones that like dominating. Like, that’s a rule across the board.”

“Um, okay, that’s not a rule across the board,” Drew snapped back. “What, you’re saying everyone always likes the opposite of-”

“Okay, whatever!” I nearly shouted. “Bad example, I guess. Is that really the part you’re hung up on?” I let a beat of silence pass. “But yeah, if any of the Media Gang asked, I totally would. Like, any of them.”

Drew smiled at me. “Am I supposed to take something from that?” he asked. “You just made a specific point of saying any of them.”

I really didn’t make it a specific point, but I didn’t want to argue. Instead, I shrugged and looked at the floor. “Iunno,” I lamely said. “If you want to, then I mean, I said what I said. It’s cool.”

I looked up at Drew and could tell he was getting flustered too. “Like… w-with me?”

I shrugged again. “Why not, right?”

“Um…” Drew took off his fedora and scratched the back of his head. He shouldn’t have been wearing it in the halls anyway but I convinced him to wear it during our walks. “Wow… uh… so, this is probably a really bad idea. Like, I want to say I would like to try it out, but… It’s probably a bad idea.”

“Oh,” I simply said. “Yeah, of course, sorry for intruding.”

“No no, it’s fine, like… do you want to know why?” Drew asked.

“No, it’s okay, you can have your reasons,” I said defensively.

“No, I think you probably should know, like, it’s important,” Drew awkwardly insisted. “I just used to have the biggest crush on you, and uh, I did say, if someone caught feelings, it would be really bad, right?”

I paused. “You had a crush on me? When was this?”

Drew blushed and looked away. “I wasn’t exactly keeping track,” he mumbled. I couldn’t help but smile. He still had this crush. “So it’s probably a bad idea, right? I mean, if I caught feelings again, it could blow up or whatever.”

“I mean…” I trailed off, looking at him. “If you could handle two things, I say it’s fine. As long as you’re cool that, number one, it’s not going to ever be romantic for me, no matter what, and two, I’m doing it with other people, then… why not? But if that would upset you, I can totally understand thinking it would be a bad idea.”

Drew paused. “I’m not gonna lie, the idea of you doing stuff with other guys while we do this would be… weird. But, like, maybe I can just get over that. Just maybe don’t tell me about it, and we can go from there. And we can always stop, right?”

“Oh definitely,” I replied.

“And there wouldn’t be any weirdness from you?”

“Not unless you did something to hurt me or something. Like, if I’m going to stop being your friend, it won’t be because of sex reasons. It would be because you did something that made me want to stop being your friend.” I held up a finger. “But that includes being too weird or possessive about sex stuff.”

Drew looked away. “I want to believe I can be mature about that stuff, but…” He shrugged. “If you can believe it, Ariel, I’m still a virgin,” he said in a joking voice, as if that fact was obvious.

“Well, we can start small. I can blow you and we’ll see if you get weird or feelings happen,” I offered.

“Blow me? Like… a blowjob? Like, oral sex?” Drew asked, seemingly in disbelief that this was even happening.

I shrugged. “I told you. Free-use slut. The idea of sucking a guy’s cock is hot.”

He scratched his head again. “Uh… yeah. Sure. But wait, where would we...?”

I smiled, thanking Greg mentally. I’m sure it wasn’t the most ideal place, especially since Drew apparently had a crush on me of all things, but hey, the bathroom worked for me and Greg, with Drew it could work just fine. Few more words were exchanged before I led Drew to what was now becoming a familiar bathroom.

“Wait, here?” Drew asked. “How do we leave?”

“You leave first and I wait a few minutes. I lock the door behind you. As long as no one is there, people are none the wiser.”

“Um, and what if people are there?” Drew asked.

“Then you tell them the toilet is backed up and to find somewhere else, and I hide behind the wall,” I said as if it was obvious.

“Huh,” Drew mumbled out loud. “That’s… clever, Ariel.”

I beamed. “Thank you,” I said casually, the both of us looking behind us before getting in and closing the door. Drew paced around the room nervously while I got on my knees. I chuckled. “Cold feet?” I asked.

“This is just such a big thing,” Drew mumbled. “For me. I get this is nothing for you. And it’s supposed to be nothing. But… like, do I just whip it out?”

“That’s the idea,” I told him. “Or, you can sit on the toilet and I can take it out for you, if you want.”

Drew stared at me, half smiling, half like I was crazy. “Okay,” he eventually said. “Wait, but that means I’d have to get up again to take my pants off…”

“Oh my god,” I laughed, rolling my eyes. “Lean against the wall, and tell me to take it out. I’m supposed to be the one getting free used here.”

“I’ll get there, I’ll get there,” Drew nervously chuckled. “This is my first time.” He leaned against the wall, and I crawled over to him while he just winced.

I smiled. “Just look away,” I nearly laughed. “It’s like ripping off a band-aid. If we just get it over with, it’ll be easier to deal with.”

“Actually, it’s way better to go slow with band-aids, you know. It’s not that bad to go slow, but fast can rip the skin.”

I lowered an eyebrow. “Okay, fine, it’s like… going into a colder pool step by step versus diving.”

“Okay, see, now that one makes sense,” Drew admitted, looking away while I rolled my eyes. Going back to business, I felt him over his pants, and it felt nice. His size was okay, a little modest if we were keeping score, but I definitely wasn’t. I just wanted to serve dick, and he had a nice one right here. I undid his pants button, then his fly, and worked my hand in gently, knowing he’d be sensitive.

My delicate movements paid off, given Drew jumped at the slightest touch in the beginning. It was about a minute before I worked his cock out of his pants, and another few seconds before I started jacking him off.

“See? Not so bad,” I said in a light, teasing voice.

His eyes were closed, and he was leaning against the wall. “That feels really good,” he said breathily. I kept jacking him off while looking back and forth between his face and his dick. His dick actually had a good aesthetic - decently thick, nice shape, pretty nice balls too. While holding his shaft, I experimentally licked alongside the other side, and Drew didn’t jerk his body back like he did the last time. Instead, he just moaned, and I smiled to myself, knowing I had him right where I wanted him.

A lot of our blowjob was a learning session for him, where I started to suck him off then instructed him to put his hands on my head then lightly thrust his hips. The nice thing about him being smaller than Greg was that he could fuck my mouth without causing… some disgusting consequences. Drew was definitely shy to fuck my skull, but soon, he was getting into it, getting a little rougher than he probably ever thought he’d get with a girl.

I couldn’t help slipping a hand down my pants and masturbating to the thought of it. Sweet innocent Drew had a crush on me, and instead of going out with me, he ended up forcibly fucking my mouth in a public bathroom. This was what made me a free-use slut. I was perverting him. If the noises he was making were any indication, he would definitely want to do this again, and I would be all too happy to help him out.

Without warning, Drew grunted and held my head close to his pelvis, nearly choking me as he shot spurt after spurt into my mouth. It oozed out of the sides of my mouth as I tried to remain as still as possible, taking his cum without squirming like a good little slut. With a prolonged “Aaaah,” Drew let go of my mouth and I started gasping.

“Oh, fuck! I’m sorry,” Drew exclaimed in panicked realization, turning white.

I waved it off. “Don’t be,” I said once I caught my breath. My voice was thick and sloppy with the fluids still leaking from my mouth. “That’s what my mouth is for, right?”

Drew slowly shook his head. “Jesus,” he muttered. “This is still so surreal.”

I cleaned off my mouth. “Do you think you’d want to do this again, or was this a one-time thing?” I asked. “No judging either way.”

“I honestly have zero clue,” Drew laughed. “I’m still processing all this. I mean, I loved the blowjob, and of course, I want to be your friend, but this is so many feelings. I’ll let you know, okay?”

“Okay,” I said with a smile, standing up. “Do you want to leave first or should I?”

***

“And you really just told him, point-blank, no stuttering or walking things back? You weren’t awkward at all?” Greg grilled me.

“Yup,” I said nonchalantly as I typed in my newest video’s description. “I just told him calmly we were fucking, it somehow got to ‘would you do that with,’ I think it was, ‘Harmony,’ and I told him I’d do it with anyone from the Media Gang, including him. He was the awkward one, actually, asking if I’d do it with him and stuff.”

“Huh,” Greg mumbled, lying down on my bed. “I really thought it would play out differently than that. But hey, congratulations, slut.”

“Thanks!” I said distractedly, thinking up a good title. ‘Aristocats Review’ was too plain, and there had to be a cat pun in there somewhere. All too quickly, I felt Greg’s presence beside me. “You got anything?” I asked, not looking away, hoping he could come up with a good title.

“Yup,” he said smugly, and I turned to see him standing next to me, his dick aligned with my mouth. On instinct, I grabbed it and took it into my mouth, sucking him off instantly. “Unh. Good girl.”

I took my mouth off of him. “You seen the Aristocats? See if you can come up with a good title for a review,” I told him casually before going back to sucking his dick.

“I have no idea what that means,” he told me before groaning again, grabbing my head. “Now shut up.”

***

Abe was a tough nut to crack. Now that I had two of the boys under my belt in the Media Gang, it seemed like I was challenging myself to get all of them, and Abe was the one I set my sights on next. Only problem was, unless it was about a topic he already wanted to talk about, Abe wasn’t really that interested. I made way more progress with the guy over text than I did in person, and given Abe was dry as fuck over the phone, that wasn’t a good sign. 

So instead, I tried to clue him into what I was doing, sitting next to him and chatting with him briefly before trying to make it obvious I was leaving the room with Drew or Greg or something. The cool thing about all this was, as long as I was leaving first, Whittleton just kept his head down at his desk and didn’t ask any questions. I made the dude feel too awkward to step to me again, and I was milking that opportunity for everything it was worth. Served him right for never teaching us anything anyway.

The first few times I went to the bathroom with Drew or behind the school with Greg, Abe probably didn’t even notice. Luckily, we had a group project assigned, so I quickly partnered up with Abe so that he’d have to notice I was gone half the time. It was foolproof.

Sure enough, after a few times, Abe was getting antsy. It was probably four whole trips away from class before he piped up. I had just gotten back to my desk and wiped my mouth clean before he spoke.

“You go to the bathroom a lot these days, huh?”

I turned to him. “Hm?”

“Like, you’re going to the bathroom a lot more often in class than you used to. And you keep getting a… what, a convoy? Is that the word? Someone keeps going with you. Does Whittleton really hate you that much, he thinks you need a babysitter?”

“Oh, that!” I said nonchalantly. “Nah, it’s nothing like that. I’m, uh, not going to the bathroom when I go.”

Abe gave me a look. “Ummm, okayyy, where are you going then? You know we need to work on this project together, right…?”

“Oh, sorry!” I said, feigning concern. “I thought you kind of had this, so I made plans and stuff. You know, you usually like to take control with these things, so I was trying to… give you your space, y’know?”

Abe’s look just got more confused. “You, giving up control?” He chuckled. “Ariel, are you feeling sick or something? I guess I’m sorry for not making it clear or whatever, but yeah, until things are more under control, I just want you here. What were you doing with Greg anyway?”

“Oh, y’know,” I replied, shrugging. I looked so nonchalant. On the inside, my heart was beating as fast as ever. This was my test. “Sucking his dick, getting fucked by him behind the school, that kind of thing.”

“Ha ha,” Abe said sarcastically, turning back to his computer. “If you don’t want to tell me just say so.”

I inhaled. It was getting more difficult to be smooth. “No, for real,” I said, as casually as I could. “I’m, uh, trying to broaden my horizons, like, sexually. You know, without being in a relationship. I don’t want that romance shit. So I asked Greg if he’d help me out, he said yes. I’m doing some stuff with Drew now too, but we’re kind of taking it slower.”

Abe turned back to me, and looked downright baffled. “Ariel, I - what? What are you even saying right now?”

My heart skipped a beat. “What? Are you judging me right now?”

“Well… yeah, a little! You just told me out of nowhere you’re having sex with my friends!” he argued, keeping his voice down. “How am I supposed to even take that?”

I shrugged. “I didn’t realize it would upset you,” I said, half-honestly. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I - wow. You are way more quick to back down these days,” Abe observed.

Somehow, that broke the dam. Me, quick to back down? Hell no I wasn’t, I was the fucking queen of the Media Gang. Sure, no one answered to me, but I didn’t answer to anyone either. I felt my face transform as my confidence flowed back into my veins. “Bro, I’m sorry I have a sex life,” I replied, in a weirded-out tone. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help with the project, but I was just doing other stuff. I’m independent like that. If you wanna say I should be here more, like, yeah, I’ll be here. But if you’re gonna tell me that being a slut is, like, beneath me or whatever, and I can’t have fun with whoever I want just because, then I’m really surprised, because I thought you’d be chill with me doing that. It’s not like I’m affecting you or anything.”

The change of tactics turned the battle in my favor. Abe opened his mouth a few times in an attempt to speak before he said anything. “Well, no, it’s - I mean, it’s fine, I guess. Just unexpected. You can do whatever, I guess, but… I dunno, not on school time I guess? And this is a lot to take in, I’m allowed to be weirded out.”

“Just be weirded out without trying to make me feel bad, dude,” I said in a chill tone. I didn’t have to fake it anymore. “I’m having sex. I like sex, especially just being used by a guy. Hell, if you’re nicer to me about it, if we’re keeping this a hundred, I’d be cool doing stuff for you too.”

Abe was turning pink. “Ariel-!”

“Mhm?” I asked casually, my eyelids lowered.

“Fuck. Jesus.”

“Is that a no?” I asked, cool as a cucumber. 

“This just feels like a trick. No one just says stuff point-blank like that. Aren’t you worried about getting rejected or whatever, at least?”

Terrified. “Nope,” I answered coolly. “As long as you won’t be weird and cut me off for it. But if you’re going to cut me off just because I’m being a slut, I bet Greg and Drew won’t take it too well.”

“Wow,” Abe laughed. “No need to blackmail me, Ariel. I was just asking. This is definitely… a new thing, but I’m not going to stop talking to you just because you like…” He gestured outwards with his hands.

“Sex? Sucking dick? Getting fucked?”

“Yeah, that,” he replied, shaking his head. “So if I asked Greg about this, right now, he’d confirm it?”

“Uh, yeah?” I asked, not having thought this far ahead. Unfortunately, Abe, ever the one to need proof in an argument, got up and started walking away from our desks, towards Greg’s corner. Now I was out of sight, my cool look left my face and I started playing with my hands. Fuck, I better not have made the wrong call there.

Abe talked to Greg for a really short time, but it was still longer than I would have liked. They talked quietly enough that no one could hear them, but from their body language, they at least seemed… amicable. I immediately looked away from Abe as we walked back to his desk.

“Okay, so you weren’t lying,” he admitted when he sat back down. 

“Told you,” I insisted. “So…?”

“Um…” He shook his head again. “This is way too sudden. Give me a few days. Maybe we can talk about this first. What do you even get from doing this?”

“Oh, I just like being a slut for others to use,” I said, figuring we were through the looking glass. Being so raw and honest was terrifying, but it was so exciting at the same time. It was like a drug. 

Abe clearly wasn’t on the same stuff, though. After one last shake of his head, he turned back to his computer.