Chapter 20: First Days of School
The first day of school was... interesting. I had decided to take Jeff's ideas to heart, but I wasn't going to go crazy. I was wearing clothes that were pretty sexy, but not much different from what many of the other girls were wearing.
However right off the bat, I noticed something different. The grapevine must have been working overtime, because people kept getting very quiet as I walked by, and some of my friends seemed to be avoiding me.
Just before lunch, it got even worse. I had P.E. in the morning, and Physical Education meant running around and getting sweaty, and running around and getting sweaty meant showers.
Everyone was joking around in the locker room, talking about what they did over the summer and stripping down to get into the showers. I stripped to my underwear, took a deep breath, and pulled my bra and panties off. I threw my towel over my shoulder, stood up straight and proud, and march into the showers.
As I walked by, and people saw my rings, they got a little quiet. Some of them yelled, "Nice piercings!" and things like that; after all, I wasn't the first girl to get a piercing, not even the first to get nipple rings.
But no one complimented me on the SLUT mark on my shaved pussy. I heard a few, "Oh my gods!" but that was it, until Joyce walked into the shower. Joyce had been a friend for a long time, and when she saw me she said, "Oh my god, Rachel. What did you do to yourself?"
"Like it?" I asked, thrusting my tits out at her. "You wouldn't believe how sensitive it makes my nipples." Everyone in the shower area was quiet, listening to our conversation.
"How did you get that?" she asked, pointing at my SLUT. "And why?"
"Isn't it cool?" I asked her. "It's tanned in! As to why, I thought it would be nicely descriptive."
Joyce's mouth dropped open. "You're going to swallow water, dear," I told her, laughing.
"Rachel, you are the opposite of a slut," Joyce hissed at me.
"Things change," I told her. I was done with my shower, so I walked out to my locker, wiggling as I went. I noticed that practically everyone was looking at me, so I took out my bra, panties, skirt and shirt. I put on the shirt and skirt, then threw the bra and panties back into the locker, closed it, and walked out of the locker room. If people had been spreading rumors about me around, that should go a long way towards cementing them.
Right after PE I had lunch. I went to the lunchroom, got my lunch, and went over to sit with Jeff.
"You would not believe what I just did!" I told him breathlessly. He raised his eyebrow questioningly, and I told him everything that happened in the locker room.
"So in about ten minutes," Jeff said, "the entire school is going to know that you are wearing a short skirt and no panties, is that about the size of it, you slut?"
"Yes, and I wish you could throw me down on the table and fuck me right now!" I said.
Jeff laughed and said, "Well, you certainly are embracing your inner slut!"
Jeff looked around and he saw John. He waved him over and said, "Would you mind sitting on the other side of Rachel?"
"No problem," he said. "Any particular reason?"
"Yes," Jeff said. "I'm about to finger Rachel until she cums and I don't want the whole world to see; at least not this time."
Both of our mouths dropped open and Jeff put his hand on my thigh and started working it up my leg. "Come on you little slut, open up for daddy," he said.
I groaned and spread my legs as far as I could. I looked over at John's tray and saw that he had an apple. "Can I have your apple?" I gasped as Jeff touched my steaming cunt. "I need something in my mouth so everyone won't hear me scream!"
"Be my guest," he said chivalrously, while at the same time glancing down to where Jeff had my skirt hiked up and two fingers buried into me.
Jeff tried to minimize his movements, and I was afraid at first it would be too gentle to get off, but when he dug his fingernail into my clit, I bit hard on the apple to keep from screaming. When I was done, I slumped over, leaning on John a bit. He put his arm around me to help me sit up and I smiled at him gratefully.
Jeff slipped his fingers out of me and licked them off. "Maybe next time I won't hide what I am doing," he said, and I moaned as that statement caused aftershocks to start coursing through my body.
I leaned over to his ear and whispered, "You so know how to treat your slut!" I kissed his cheek and turned to eat my meal.
"Other than PE, how is your day going?" he asked.
I told him about my day, and I mentioned how people were treating me. "A good way to find your real friends," was his comment.
"Going into this, I knew that I would lose all my friends," I replied.
"I think you'll be surprised," Jeff said.
John was clearly a little confused by our conversation, but on the other hand, he didn't mind being with me when I was cumming, so I guess he was willing to put up with a bit of confusion. Plus, I was sure he would pump Jeff for info later in the day.
After lunch, the day progressed reasonably normally, with the exception, of course, of all the people looking at my skirt. I worked hard to keep my legs together, and I don't think I flashed too many people.
I was walking out of my last class when Camille grabbed my arm. "We need to talk," she said.
"Sure," I replied, moving out of the traffic flow. "What do you want to talk about?"
"You," she said. "What is up with you?"
"What do you mean?" I asked innocently.
"I heard about you in the shower, and the little play you put on in the locker room, and there are some nasty rumors about you going around," she said. "That is not the Rachel I know. What is going on?"
Camille was a good friend of mine, and while I was reasonably confident that she would not remain my friend for long, I remembered what Jeff had said, and I felt that I owed her the benefit of the doubt. On the other hand, I didn't want to talk in the hallway, so I asked, "Do you want to walk back to my house and we can talk about it?"
She agreed, and I got my stuff from my locker and we walked out. Jeff was waiting for me outside, but I told him, "I invited Camille over. Is it OK if I walk home with her?"
"Sure, I'll catch up with you later," he said, and he wandered off.
"And that's another thing," Camille said. "Why did you need to ask Jeff's permission?"
I sighed and started walking home. "Tell me what you've heard," I requested, interested to know how distorted the rumor mill was. She gave a reasonably accurate account of the events in the locker room, although the tan mark was a tattoo in her story; she must have heard the story from someone who was actually in the room. She also had heard a bit about the poker game, though in her version I had fucked everyone there at the same time.
She had finished regaling me with tales of my exploits when we arrived home. "Let me just call my mom and tell her I have a friend over before I tell you my side," I told Camille. My mother took her instructions seriously, and if she didn't know I had a friend over, she would strip as soon as she walked in the door.
When I got through to my mom, she thanked me for warning her, and then asked, "Have you changed yet?"
"I wasn't going to," I told her.
"You are in the house, and the dress code for when we have visitors is quite clear," she said.
"I thought that was for when the UPS guy rang the doorbell, not when a friend was over!" I complained.
"If you want to ask Jeff to clarify, be my guest," she replied. "Until then, the rules apply. Obey, or face the consequences."
I thought about it a minute, and then I realized what Jeff's response would be. I said goodbye to my mother and grabbed a robe from near the door.
"I'll be right back," I told Camille, and I went to change. My pussy started dripping as I realized that I was about to go have a casual conversation with a friend while I was naked under a thin, short robe.
I invited Camille into my room, and I jumped on the bed and she sat in a chair. "Your side," she prompted.
"Well, the story about the locker room is pretty much correct, although it's not a tattoo," I told her. "There was a poker game, and there were some shenanigans, but I did not fuck all the players on the table. Bottom line: I got tired of being the Ice Princess, so I thought I'd try the other way for a while." Not the whole truth, but at least not a complete lie.
"Show me," she said.
"Show you what?" I asked.
"I know that you aren't wearing anything under that," she said. "Show me what you showed everyone in the shower."
What the hell, I thought, so I took off my robe and stood up in front of her. She leaned closer to me, and when she realized what it was, she said, "Jeff did that to you the day on the beach."
I nodded.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because he wanted to," I said. "Because he wanted everyone to see it."
"But you let him," she said.
I nodded.
"Why?" she asked.
"It's part of a deal we worked out," I explained. "It's a little hard to explain, but he agreed to help me out, and I agreed to do what he says. Given that I want to be a slut, it's a win-win situation for me."
"Why do you want to be a slut?" she asked.
"I'm not ready to say, just yet," I told her. "It's all too new for me. Now that you know, are you going to drop me as a friend?"
"Why would I do that?" Camille asked.
"Because I'm a slut," I explained. "Because I did blow four guys at that poker game, and I fucked one. Because I am going to continue being a slut. Why would you want to be friends with a slut?"
"I wouldn't," she said, "but I'd want to be friends with Rachel."
I realized what she was saying and I grabbed her and hugged her tight. "Jeff was right!" I said.
"About what?" she asked. Looking at my naked tits she asked, "Did that hurt a lot?"
"He said that I would find out who my real friends are," I said. Then I added with a warm voice, "And it hurt a lot!"
"It sounds like you didn't mind that much," Camille commented.
"I didn't," I said. I dropped back onto the bed without replacing my robe.
"Um, aren't you going to get dressed, or put your robe back on?" she asked.
"I wasn't going to," I said, looking at the robe on the floor. "I don't wear any clothes at home, but if it makes you uncomfortable, I will put it back on."
"No, that's OK," she said, being accommodating even though she was clearly uncomfortable. But if she could put up with the embarrassment of having me naked in front of her, I could revel in the embarrassment of being naked in front of her.
She sat back down and said, "Will you tell me about the poker game?"
"It's pretty racy," I said with a smile. "Are you sure you want to hear all the steamy details?"
She smiled back at me, realizing that I was teasing her. "You might warp my fragile little mind, but tell me anyway."
So I told her about the game, and how Jeff first bet my clothes, then my body. Camille kept gasping and shrieking through the description. When she asked how they were all hung, I asked, "Are you trying to live vicariously through my sluttiness?"
"I guess I am," she said. "Don't you mind being called a slut?"
"No, it's what I am now," I said. I dropped my voice to a whisper and said, "In fact, I'll tell you a secret. I like it when people call me a slut!"
"You are one weird slut," she said, shaking her head.
"Oooo, say it again," I said in a sultry voice.
"Slut!" she said, smiling. "Now tell me more of your story!"
I continued on, and we laughed about Stephan's cock and his quick trigger. I felt a little bad after I said it, and I asked Camille not to repeat that part to anyone.
"That part?" she asked. "What about the rest of it, where you blew them all?"
"Oh, you can repeat that if you want," I told her.
"Man, you really are a slut," she said, shaking her head again.
I continued with the story, describing how Jeff fucked me in the bedroom. I was getting hotter telling this story, particularly as I was naked in front of a fully dressed friend.
When I had completed the story, I said, "We've already established that I'm a slut, right?"
"Uh, huh," she nodded.
"Then you'll understand that I have to do this!" I told her. Telling the story had been too much for me, and I had to cum. I shoved two fingers up my twat and pulled on a nipple ring with the other hand. Camille just stood there watching me, her mouth open in shock. I only lasted for about thirty seconds before I started to cum.
When I came down a little, I looked over at Camille and said, "I hope you are not too offended, but telling you the story really made me hot. Please don't hate me!"
"I don't hate you," she said. "I'm just surprised as hell. You've sure gone from frozen to steaming over this summer."
"Thanks!" I said, and I licked my juices off my fingers. "Want a drink?" I asked.
"OK, you depraved slut," she said with a smile, and we went downstairs to get one.