He pulled my chin up and continued kissing me, his hands pawing all over me, from my thighs, to my hips, to my lower back, and my ass, squeezing it li...ghtly. Unaware of the wall behind me, I was pushed back into the wall, and he stretched my arms above my head, kissing me forcefully and biting my lower lip. When he pulled away, my lips were still parted as if he was going to kiss me again, but he whispered, “So hot.” He held me by the waist and turned me around, nearly shoving me into the wall.. Across from me, Bo Effner was laughing at me, so I flipped him the bird. How the fuck did I get into this mess?At lunchtime, I was sitting at one of the football team tables, a place sort of restricted to the team and their girlfriends and the cheerleaders. Wilcox came over, looking nervous at entering our realm. It didn’t get better when Tony Vancuso, said, “What are you doing here, Fatso?” Moose joined in on this.“Knock it off!” I said. “I invited Clyde over.” I turned back to Clyde, who was. Mercy lay in the bed with her legs spread. I seized the ice cream and approached her. With my brown eyes on Mercy’s pregnant belly, the song ‘Dawn’ section of Richard Strauss’ ‘Also sprach Zarathustra’ began playing in my head. I lowered myself, and smeared the ice cream on her shaved pussy. Eyes close, Mercy licked her lips and pitched her nipples. As I worked my lips and tongue on her erotic spot, she moaned and screamed passionately. I enjoyed hearing every moan she let out as I licked all. Seeing she was alone, her panic began to subside slightly. If she were alone, she reasoned, then it could not be that bad. She was, after all, still dressed. A quick glance down confirmed that her dress was still in place. Her ankles, she now appreciated, were shackled loosely to the ground, in what felt like padded cuffs. There was not enough slack for her to close her legs, but they were not held obscenely open either.Behind her, out of her range of vision no matter how she squirmed, a door.