She only has to get through one school day without acting strange around Yuki. By lunch, one careless sentence is all it takes. By the end of the day, she can't stop.

“Okay… okay, I’m up…” I mumble, still half asleep.

The disconnected tone is already beeping.

I stare at the phone for a second.

Then the ceiling.

Last night comes back to me.

Oh… no… no…

I close my eyes and cover my face, but it doesn’t help. It’s all still there. The movie. Yuki next to me. And afterwards.

Afterwards.

I roll over and press my face into the pillow.

No… no, no, no, NOOOO!

No, no. Get up, Kia.

Get up and stop thinking about this…

I pull myself out of bed.

Hurry. Hurry…

I pull open the wardrobe and grab the first things I find. Jeans. Panties. Bra. T-shirt. I bundle them under my arm and rush off to the bathroom.

I turn on the shower and start stripping. T-shirt over my head. Sweatpants down.

A smell rises as they drop.

I glance down. The stale, sour smell gets stronger as I bend.

My pubic hair is clumped together with dried juices.

I flinch.

Don’t think about it. Just shower.

I quickly step into the shower.

The water is warm so I turn the tap a little colder.

Hair first. Shampoo.

Both hands scrubbing fast as I try not to think about anything.

It’s fine…

Then soap. Armpits. Stomach.

Nothing happened…

I raise one leg and soap between my legs.

Nothing…

Suddenly my foot slips on the wet floor.

I grab the wall and catch my balance, my heart jumping.

Fuck…

“Ufff…”

I straighten up and keep going.

Just rinse. There. Done.

I turn the shower off and reach for the towel.

I drag the towel over myself in a rush and squeeze my hair with it once as I step out of the shower.

Walking toward the sink, I toss the towel into the laundry bin.

Teeth.

Toothbrush, paste, the familiar back and forth.

I stare blankly at myself in the mirror.

Yuki. What…

What if she says something…

I freeze while the toothbrush vibrates in my mouth.

“Kia! Hurry it up!” Dirk calls from downstairs, snapping me out of it.

“Yhh! Yhh! Mmph cmng’!” I yell back around the toothbrush, toothpaste foam filling my mouth.

I spit.

Rinse.

Done.

I pull on the panties first, then fight the jeans up my damp legs. They catch against my skin and I have to yank them the rest of the way.

Bra. T-shirt.

I look at myself in the mirror.

A few wet strands of hair stick against my face.

I drag my fingers through it a few times.

There. Good enough.

On my way out, I grab the sweatpants and t-shirt off the floor.

“Coming!” I shout before Dirk gets the chance to yell again.

I rush back to my room, toss the sweatpants and t-shirt onto the bed, grab my backpack, and run downstairs.

Dirk is waiting for me in the car outside.

I throw my backpack onto the back seat and climb in.

“Ugh, finally.” he sighs, pulling away.

“Yeah, yeah…”

“So… when are you actually going to let me drive?” I look at him pleadingly.

“Drive what?” he grins.

“The car, Dirk. The car. I do have a license.”

I already know the answer.

“Well congratulations to you.” he smirks.

“Dirk?”

“What?” he asks, annoyed.

“What was the point of me getting a driver’s license in the first place, if you never let me drive?” I complain.

He shrugs.

“You can drive when you get a car.”

I stare at him.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Seriously.”

He smiles and keeps his eyes on the road.

I fold my arms and turn toward the window.

Whatever.

Houses slide past.

What about Yuki?

What if she did notice something yesterday?

Just didn’t say anything?

What if she says something today?

What if she knows, just doesn’t say anything?

“Ufff…” escapes me.

“Look, we can go practice somewhere on the weekend, okay?” Dirk says.

“What?” I look at him.

“I don’t want you driving in this morning traffic, that’s all. Not until you get a bit more used to it.” he explains.

“Yeah, whatever.” I sigh.

I shift in my seat.

Just… Just act normal?

Maybe she really didn’t notice anything?

Ufff…

“Why didn’t you eat anything yesterday? Mom called you for dinner but you were already sleeping. You ill or something?” he asks.

I feel my stomach contract at the mention of food.

Then it gives a low, embarrassing growl.

Oh…

I didn’t eat anything.

I press my hands against my tummy.

“No. I’m fine. I’m fine. I was just tired.” I lie.

No wonder I feel like shit.

“Grab something at the cafeteria before class. You got money?” he asks with a smile.

“Yeah I’ll get something.”

“Here.” he reaches in his pocket and hands me a crumpled note anyway.

“I said I have money.”

He pushes it closer to me.

“Thanks.” I mumble.

By the time Dirk pulls up near school, the nervous knot in my stomach is back.

Despite the hunger, my mind can’t help but drift back to Yuki.

“Later, brat.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” I grab my backpack and get out.

Normal, Kia.

Just act normal.

Just be normal.

I hurry through the entrance and down the corridor. There are barely any people left outside the classrooms.

Shit. I’m late.

Not quite.

I slip into the classroom just before the teacher arrives.

Yuki looks up as I approach and smiles.

“You’re almost late.” she says.

“I know.”

My stomach growls as I sit beside her.

Okay.

Normal.

My stomach gives another quiet growl.

I press my hand against it under the desk.

The teacher walks in before Yuki can say anything else.

Jessica is giving some presentation or something. She always tries so hard to suck up to the teachers.

I try to listen.

Something about something.

But I can’t focus.

My stomach is empty, Jessica keeps talking, and Yuki is sitting right beside me.

Yuki…

My eyes drift toward her.

She’s watching Jessica, chin resting on her hand like everything is normal.

I look back toward the front.

Jessica keeps talking.

I masturbated… thinking…

About her…

Heat crawls into my cheeks and I lower my head.

And she just doesn’t want to say anything.

Fuck…

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

“Fffuuu…” escapes me as I look up.

Jessica gives me a disapproving look.

Whatever, Jess…

I shift in my chair and glance sideways again.

She looks exactly the same… same as always…

So why… why does it feel weird… looking at her… now?

Why can’t I think normal lately?

Everything just turns to sex somehow…

My eyes linger on her face.

Then lower for just a second.

Her shirt follows the shape of her chest when she leans forward.

I immediately look back at her face.

What am I doing?

I swallow.

Do I actually find her attractive?

The question makes my stomach twist.

I can’t think of Yuki like this… This is wrong…

But my eyes travel to her chest again.

Further down to her lap.

Why am I… looking at her… like this…

Why did I imagine that last night…

Her looking down at me…

Calling me… filthy…

A familiar warmth starts low in my belly.

Oh no, no… come on… no…

This can’t be happening…

Now I’m even more aware that she’s sitting right beside me.

No…

My thighs press together beneath the desk.

Stop…

She’s Yuki.

You need to stop…

She is just Yuki…

I look back up at her face.

Her eyes suddenly move toward me.

“What?” she whispers.

I blink.

“What?”

“Why are you staring at me?”

My face burns.

Staring?

“I… I’m not… not staring…”

Yuki holds my gaze for a second.

I look away first.

“You are acting weird. Pay attention to class.” she whispers.

I stare toward the front while my face is on fire.

And then worse. I feel the fire starting between my legs.

Oh god…

Stop. Stop stop stop.

You are…

You are… disgusting…

The bell rings.

A growl in my tummy joins it.

Three more classes before lunch…

Somewhere during the second class, the heat between my legs slowly fades.

I keep my eyes forward.

I don’t look at Yuki.

I try not to look at Yuki.

My stomach growls through all of it.

Every now and then my thoughts drift back.

To Yuki catching me staring.

To last night.

Stop.

By the time the lunch bell rings, I feel wrung out.

Empty and hungry.

We head to the cafeteria.

“So what did you think of the movie last night?” Yuki asks, as we walk.

“Yeah… it’s… not exactly my kind of thing…” I lie, trying my best to sound indifferent.

“Well, you did seem to pay close attention.” she laughs, poking fun at me.

My cheeks flush and that familiar warmth starts again.

“No, no…” I start defensively, then Yuki softly jabs me in the ribs.

“Lighten up. I found some things interesting as well.” she says with a hint of mischief.

“Like what?” I ask, starting to feel annoyed.

We join the line for food.

The smell hits me immediately and my stomach growls again.

God, I’m starving…

I grab a tray and start loading it up.

A piece of meat. Some vegetables. And a large spoonful of mashed potatoes.

I look at the potatoes.

Then take another.

“Hungry?” Yuki asks looking at my plate.

“Very.” I answer as I hesitate over taking another scoop.

“I can see that.” she laughs.

“I didn’t eat dinner.” I admit.

“Why?” Yuki looks at me.

“I… I fell asleep…”

“And breakfast?” her eyes widen.

I give her a look.

“Dirk was yelling at me to hurry.”

“Of course.” she smiles.

I pay with the note Dirk gave me and we carry our trays to our usual table.

I barely wait to sit down before taking the first bite.

God…

For a few seconds, food is the only thing I care about.

Then Yuki leans closer.

“Well, the part where the woman is bound and gagged…” she whispers.

“I thought that was kind of hot.”

I slow down chewing.

“Yhh, but…” I swallow.

“It’s so unrealistic. Who would ever let themselves be treated like that?” I mumble with a little food still in my mouth.

“Maybe some people are into that sort of thing.” Yuki shrugs, watching me.

“I don’t know.” I murmur, glancing around the cafeteria.

“It’s just so… degrading…” I add.

Yuki looks down at her plate for a moment, pushing some food around with her fork.

“But maybe… that’s the point… Kia.” Yuki continues, leaning back in her chair with a small smile on her face.

“Maybe some people like feeling degraded.”

My fork stops.

Degraded…

I press my legs together to suppress a jolt from between them.

Degraded…

“I… I never… never… thought about it…” I say, pushing my potatoes around.

Liar.

Filthy liar.

“Me either, but I… just couldn’t help thinking about it last night.” Yuki smiles and her eyes lock with mine.

Why? Does…

“Really?” I ask and look down.

“Yeah, I kept replaying parts of it over and over in my head.” she says with a mischievous grin.

Parts…

The woman on her knees. Her hands tied behind her back. With a gag in her mouth.

Me. With my hands tied…

Heat starts to pulse between my legs.

“You… you… thought about… such things…” I stare at her.

“Oh, shut up.” she laughs, her whole face turning red.

“I can’t believe you were thinking about stuff like that.” I admit.

“Yeah, right. Like you weren’t watching.” she keeps looking in my eyes.

My face burns.

She saw. She saw me watching.

But she… she doesn’t know… no…

“That doesn’t mean anything. It’s just… I watched it because you were watching… it…” I try to deflect.

Yuki grins.

“Yeah, sure.”

She knows.

She… knows…

And the thought of her knowing, of her looking at me and seeing what I am, makes my pussy clench.

I stab at my potatoes.

“Yeah, I guess we both have dirty minds.” Yuki laughs.

Dirty…

My thighs press together tighter.

Dirty… slut…

You dirty, filthy, slut…

I can feel my panties getting wetter.

“Ha ha ha…” I let out a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess we do.”

“Anyway…” Yuki takes another bite.

“I thought you might like to keep the movie for a few days, since you seemed to enjoy it.” she says and winks.

“Whatever Yuki.” I answer, pretending not to care.

She smiles and goes back to eating.

I look down at my plate and move the fork through the potatoes.

On my knees. Dirk’s hand on my head.

“Slut.” he says.

Wet warmth spreads in my panties.

Slut.

You are sitting in the cafeteria getting wet like a slut.

As I look down, trying to calm the heat on my face, Yuki suddenly leans in.

“Look who’s checking you out.” she whispers, tilting her chin toward the far table.

It takes me a moment to understand what she said.

I glance over.

Mike.

Sitting with a couple of his friends. He meets my eyes, smiles, and gives the smallest wave. Awkward and hopeful.

Yuki grins. Of course she waves back.

I just blink and turn away.

“Uhh… why does he do that?”

“He likes you silly.” she says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Stupid.” I mutter.

A nice boy likes you.

And you are sitting here, soaking your panties thinking about your brother.

Freak…

My pussy throbs.

“He is kind of cute.” Yuki says.

I barely hear her.

My hips shift and the wet panties drag against my pussy almost making me yelp.

Fuck. I’m soaking. I’m actually soaking.

“If you’re into that type, I guess.” Yuki continues.

“What?” I snap, yanked out of my daydream.

Yuki blinks.

“Mike. Mike, Kia. He’s cute.” she repeats.

“Whatever.” I answer, annoyed.

I can’t stay here.

I have to go.

Now.

“I have to go pee.” I lie and get up before she can answer.

Thighs pressed together.

Every step makes it worse as I hurry toward the toilets.

As I get closer, I look at the men’s toilet door.

I slow down and the same fantasy flashes through my head again.

Me in there. Sitting on one of their toilets while they stand around and watch me.

I look away and hurry into the ladies room.

Empty.

Good.

I go straight to the last stall and lock the door behind me.

Jeans down. Panties down.

The wet cotton sticks to me when I pull it away.

Strands stretch from my pussy to the fabric before they snap.

I stare at them.

Look at that.

You did that in the cafeteria. In front of everyone.

My pussy clenches.

“Ahhh…” slips out before I can stop it.

Fuck…

I sit. The toilet seat is cold against my ass.

My heart is pounding. My whole body feels hot.

This is wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this here again…

I pull my knees together, but that only presses everything tighter. My pussy feels swollen and slippery between my thighs, my clit throbbing under the pressure.

Come on. I can hold off until I get home…

I take a slow breath and try to sit still.

Just get through school…

Another pulse runs through me.

Fuck…

My hand slips between my legs, then stops.

What if someone hears me? What if someone walks in?

I listen.

Nothing. There is nobody.

Just the faint hum of the lights and voices somewhere out in the corridor.

I can’t let this control me…

But my pussy isn’t listening.

My fingers hover over my clit. I can feel the heat coming from my pussy before I even touch it.

Do… don’t…

I close my eyes and let out a shaky breath.

Just… just a little bit… No one… no one will know…

My fingertips finally touch.

“Hhh…” I sigh, too loud, and wince.

Too sensitive…

I bite my lip and press again, lighter this time. Slow circles over my clit.

Oh fuck…

My shoulders loosen without me meaning them to.

Just enough to calm down… just a bit…

Another circle.

Then another.

My hips shift forward on the seat.

Quiet…

I rub a little faster.

And the bathroom changes behind my closed eyes.

The women’s stall is gone.

I’m in the men’s room.

Same toilet beneath me. Same jeans around my ankles.

Except the stall has no door.

There are guys standing directly in front of me.

Four of them.

Looking in. Looking at me…

Every pair of eyes is between my legs.

My knees are pressed together.

“Well?” one asks.

I shake my head.

“I can’t…”

One of them laughs.

“Then why did you come in here?”

My face burns.

“But… but… you are looking… I can’t… if you are… looking…”

My fingers keep circling my clit.

“Come on. You came all the way into the men’s room. Piss.”

My knees slowly separate.

My pussy is swollen and wet. The hairs all stuck together. Wetness shining between my lips and running down toward the toilet.

“Fuck. Look at her.”

“All that just from us looking at you?”

“You didn’t come here just to piss, did you?” one of them says, and they all laugh.

My stomach twists.

”I… I… just needed to… pee…” I stammer, looking down.

My fingers move faster.

“Piss.”

I squeeze my eyes tighter.

“I… I can’t…”

“Sure you can.”

“We’re not leaving.”

“Go on. Piss in front of us.”

My bladder suddenly makes itself known.

A dull pressure low inside me.

Ohhh… I actually have to go…

I hold it.

The pressure sits underneath everything else, making every movement of my fingers feel sharper.

In the fantasy they’re still staring.

Waiting.

“Spread your legs wider.”

I do.

“That’s it.”

“Now piss.”

I try and push a little.

Nothing.

Four guys staring straight between my legs, waiting.

Waiting for something I won’t be able to hide once it starts.

Nothing happens.

They laugh.

“Look at her face.”

“She’s embarrassed.”

My fingers speed up.

“Ahhh…” I sigh as quietly as I can.

“What are you doing?” one of them asks, pointing between my legs.

I don’t even know when my hand moved there.

“No… nothing…”

“Then why is your hand between your legs?”

My pussy clenches hard.

I bite my lip, but a moan still slips through.

“Hhhaaaa…”

I look down.

My hand starts to move…

“Look, she’s playing with her cunt.”

“She can’t help herself.”

They laugh.

My hips tilt forward.

“Filthy slut.”

”Now piss for us.”

A shiver runs through me.

My fingers keep moving.

“Let it out.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and stop holding it.

The stream hits the water.

A hot stream hits the toilet beneath me at the same time.

Loud.

All four of them staring straight between my legs.

“There she goes.”

“Listen to that.”

“Fucking herself while she pisses right in front of us.”

No…

My pussy clenches hard around nothing.

“Ahh…”

I bite down hard on my lip.

I’m actually…

I’m really pissing while rubbing myself…

The sound fills the stall, much louder than I expected.

But my fingers don’t stop.

They’re still standing there.

Still watching.

“Look at her piss.”

“She’s actually doing it.”

“And she’s still fucking herself.”

My face burns hotter.

The stream keeps splashing into the bowl while my fingers circle faster.

My breathing is getting louder, so I bite down on my lip harder.

Quiet…

My thighs start trembling.

“She likes us watching.”

”No… I…”

My hips tilt forward again.

“Look at her go.”

The pressure in my bladder slowly eases, but the pressure in my pussy keeps building.

My thighs tense.

My breathing is getting faster.

My stomach tightens.

Everything low inside me starts pulling together.

“She’s going to cum.”

I grip the edge of the toilet with my free hand.

“Nnnghhhh…”

My pussy clenches hard and my thighs slam inward around my hand.

The stream cuts off with it. I freeze there, teeth buried in my lip while the orgasm pulses through me.

“Hhh, hhh, hhh…” I pant as it keeps pulsing.

Piss splashing out between contractions.

Again.

And again.

My legs shake against the toilet.

I try to swallow every sound.

Don’t… don’t… be loud…

Another contraction rolls through me and my fingers jerk against my clit, making my whole body twitch.

“Mmh…”

I clamp my mouth shut.

The fantasy disappears.

I pull my hand from between my legs and grab the toilet seat.

For several seconds I just sit there, breathing through my nose like I’ve been running.

Then I open my eyes.

The stall door.

The lock.

Graffiti scratched into the wall.

School.

Oh fuck…

I freeze.

Did I make a sound?

My heart starts pounding all over again.

Did anyone hear me?

I strain to hear anything, footsteps, voices, someone outside the stall. My ears are buzzing, and for a moment, I’m sure someone must have heard.

I hold my breath, listening, but there’s nothing. Just normal noise from the corridor.

Relief washes over me, but my body is still tense, and my hands are shaking.

“BRRRRING!”

I jump.

Fuck.

Lunch is over.

Almost immediately the noise outside changes. Voices getting louder. Footsteps filling the corridor.

Shit, shit…

I move quickly, grabbing some toilet paper to clean myself.

I wipe myself, then press fresh toilet paper against the soaked part of my panties.

Another piece for my fingers.

Fuck. Fuck.

Come on. Hurry.

I pull everything back up and hurry to the sink to wash my hands.

Again? In school?

I can’t keep doing this.

As I walk back to class, I can’t shake the feeling of what I just did. My legs still feel a little shaky.

And every few steps I can feel the damp panties between them.

Fuck…

Just don’t think about it.

I slip into class just after everyone else and sit down beside Yuki.

She glances at me.

“Are you okay?”

“What? Yeah, why?”

“I don’t know. You just disappeared. And you look kind of… messy?”

My stomach drops.

“I told you. I just had to pee.”

“Okay.” she shrugs and turns toward the front.

I shift in my chair and immediately feel the dampness in my panties.

Can they tell that I…

No.

No.

Stop being stupid.

The rest of the afternoon drags.

And somewhere between classes, despite everything I told myself in the bathroom, I start thinking about the movie again.

That woman. Tied up.

What Yuki said at lunch.

Maybe… maybe I’ll watch it when I get home.

My stomach gives a small flutter.

Just watch…

A smile creeps across my face.

No… just watch it. That’s all.

By the time the final bell rings, I’ve been thinking about it for most of the afternoon.

I grab my backpack and head home.

The closer I get, the more impatient I become.

Movie first.

Maybe something to eat.

My stomach growls.

Okay. Food first.

I hurry inside and run into the kitchen to grab a quick bite.

Instead, I find Dirk and Alex.

“Hey, sis.” Dirk smirks.

“Hey.” I reply, trying to act cool.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, surprised that he is home.

“We aren’t going out tonight, so we thought we’d hang out here and watch a movie.” he responds, with a light tone.

“Ain’t the little brat curious?” Alex asks.

“I don’t really care.” I say, turning around and heading toward the door.

“Where are you going?” Alex asks and steps in front of me.

“None of your business.” I snap, trying to get past him.

“That’s no way to talk to your elders, you little snot!” he says, blocking me with his hand.

I look back at Dirk.

“Let her go, Alex.” Dirk says, sounding bored.

“Just having some fun with the little brat,” Alex says as he steps aside.

I start to pass him.

His hand cracks hard across my ass.

“Ow!”

The force sends me forward. I catch myself on the doorframe with both hands.

For a second I just stay there, bent forward, trying to catch my breath.

My ass burns.

“Alex.” I hear Dirk say.

My eyes sting, tears gathering.

I suddenly become very aware of how I’m standing.

I straighten and bring my legs together.

“What? Little brats deserve a spanking when they misbehave,” Alex says, almost casually.

“Alex!” Dirk’s voice cuts through the room.

I don’t look at either of them.

“Alright. I hit her a bit hard. Sorry man…”

I let go of the frame and storm away.

“Not to me, dumbass.” Dirk snaps behind me.

Stairs.

“Kia!” Alex calls after me. “Sorry! Okay!”

Room.

Lock the door.

Then I flop onto the bed and stare up at the ceiling.

Dirk’s voice gets louder downstairs.

I can’t make out the words.

A tear slips down the side of my face.

I wipe it away with the back of my hand.

“Fuck.” I mutter under my breath.

“Why the fuck did he have to do that?”

I sigh and roll over onto my stomach, my ass burning where he hit me.

He hit my ass!

I can’t believe he fucking did that.

That fucking asshole!

Why… why did I just stand there?

Why didn’t I do something? Why didn’t I hit him, yell at him, just… anything?

I just grabbed the doorframe and let him.

Another tear comes. Then another. I don’t bother wiping these ones.

Pathetic.

I bury my face in the pillow.

My ass is still burning. I can feel exactly where his hand landed.

The shape of it.