I stared, dumbstruck. "L-lisa?" I stuttered. She stumbled, but kept going. I could feel my heart shatter. "Lisa," I pleaded, "please." She stopped then, looking over shoulder, and sighed.
"Ok, fine," she said. "I help with your little," at this she made air quotes, "fuckup." I flinched when she said that. She already knew, and she wasn't happy. I knew she wouldn't be, and she shouldn't, really. I'd be pissed too if my new friend turned out to be a rapist. She sat down, and gestured for me to do the same. I complied, trying to hide behind my hair. "Ok," she said once I was settled. "Tell me exactly how in hell you ended up forcing a guy to have sex with you."
I hesitated for a moment before mumbling "It was a girl."
Lisa blinked. "What?"
"It was a girl. I... forced a girl t-to have sex with me..."
Lisa looked surprised for a moment before she closed her eyes and started massaging her temples. "Ok," she said as she looked at me again. "So a girl, no, one of your bullies. You forced yourself on her. How, and why?"
"I was... taking a shower, at school. I got covered in mud, earlier. So I was getting rid of it. I was distracted with... stuff-" she snorted and I flinched, "-when she went in, so I didn't notice her. When I walked out, my clothes were missing. The only thing there were my glasses. So then Madison walks behind me with... Oh shit!" I stood up suddenly, startling Lisa. The camera! I'd completely forgotten! "Shit shit shit!" Had it recorded the assault too? Oh shit, they could use it to jail me! I'll be going to prison. I'll be jailed and I'll be used like a fucktoy and I... won't be able to see dad anymore. Oh god... Oh dear God...
"Taylor!" Lisa called as she cupped my cheeks, forcing me to look at her in the eye. "Calm down. Breathe. Focus on me." I did as told, focusing on Lisa's pretty green eyes and I could feel my heart rate start to normalize. Lisa smiled faintly. " Thanks. So this girl, Madison, she had a camera?" I nodded. "Ok. Tell me, was it the same girl that pushed you into the mud?" I blinked and nodded again. I saw what Lisa was going with this. "Yep. I see you got it now. Definitely sounds like you were set up. We'll figure the camera business later. For now, just sit back, and keep going where you left off." I sat back down, and waited for her to do the same.
"Ok, so she had a camera. She told me she caught me on camera doing... you know..."
"Masturbating, I know." I gaped at Lisa, and she smiled back softly. I was pretty damn sure my cheeks were red. She shook her head and made go on motions.
"She..." I squeaked. I cleared my throat, trying not to shrink in embarrassment. "She wanted me to... to finish myself, if you know what I mean." She nodded. "When I don't do it, she tells me she won't give me my clothes back unless I do." Lisa frowns. "So it was either masturbating for the girl I hate, or streak through town. I took the option that wouldn't get me raped and killed." Her lips twist into a grimace. "So I drop the towel and show Madison everything. And then... She started..." I couldn't go on. The memory alone made it hard to breathe. Lisa reached across the table squeeze my hand.
"I can guess what she did. You can skip it." I nodded, grateful for her bullshit deduction.
I took a moment to get my breathing back under control. Thinking about the next bit was making me hyperventilate too, for entirely different reasons. I could feel the same bubble of rage forming again. "She insulted my mother." Lisa blinked in surprise at my vehemence. "Called her a slut. And I just... snapped. So I slapped her. More than once. I ranted and raved as I did so. When it was her back against the lockers, I pinned her in place. I might have ranted a little more. I can't quite remember, only that I was really pissed at her."
"Wow. Ok, so this is where you... Had your way with her?" She looked distinctly uncomfortable asking that. I found it a little bit amusing. But I shook my head.
"No. After screaming at her I felt a little better. So I asked her for my clothes, but she wouldn't tell me. I tried slapping her again, but she didn't budge. And that's when... I kinda sorta raped her."
Lisa stared at me askance. "Kinda? Taylor, there's no maybes, ifs or buts with rape. Either it was consensual or... not? Wait, you are not sure? What the fuck Taylor?"
"I don't know!" I cried hysterically. "Does it count as rape if she calls you `Mistress' at the end?"
Lisa blinked owlishly, lips parted. "She called you... Fuck. No, I'm not dealing with this shit," she said as she stood up.
"Lisa!?" I cried, panicking.
"Stay put! I'll be back," she called back as she disappeared into Alec's... Oh no.
My fears came true when five minutes later, Lisa walked back into view, dragging a groggy Alec by the elbow. She plumped him into a seat before retaking hers.
"Alright dork," Alec said testily. "What could be so impossibly important that you had to drag me out of bed?"
I looked at Lisa, who nodded seriously. I turned to Alec and asked "If... you force yourself onto a girl and-and have sex with her, does it count as rape if she calls you `Mistress' after you're done?"
Alec stared unblinkingly between me and Lisa, not saying anything. I was sweating under his scrutiny, waiting for him to say something.
And then he laughed. Laughed until he dropped of the chair. Laughed until he moaned in pain between guffaws. "Oh my sides..." he wheezed as he calmed down. He climbed back into the chair, leaning shakingly on the table. "Ok, spill dork. Tell me everything. Spare no detail; height, hair and eye color, body type, bust size, shape of her lips -and I mean both sets-, how she blushed and how far. Then tell me exactly how you had your way with her. In explicit detail."
I stared unbelievably at Alec, then at Lisa, who mirrored my expression. "What does her looks have to do with anything?"
Alec wagged a finger at me. "No no. I'm the expert here. I get to ask all the questions, not you."
"Alec," Lisa said severely. "I didn't bring you out here for you to-"
"Listen, if you guys don't want my help, then I can just go back to sleep." Lisa pursed her lips, like she was indecisive. She looked at me, as if she was asking me if I was ok with this.
"... Is it really necessary?" I asked the boy.
"Think of it as payment for my services."
"... Ok," I said. I took a deep breath and started describing Madison. Her brown shoulder length hair, her light brown eyes, her button nose, her doll-like lips, her petite frame. Her clothes came next. Then I repeated, with great mortification, the events with as great a detail I could. How Madison had molested me. Then how I slapped her. How I pinned her as I lectured her. How I raged when she wouldn't tell me where my clothes where. How in my rage I hiked up her skirt and mocked her for being so wet.
"Wait," interrupted Lisa. "She was wet?"
I nodded. "Very. Her thighs were almost covered." She groaned and covered her face with her hands. Alec looked like he was having the time of his life.
Without any more comments, I continued to describe the wedgie I gave Madison. Lisa looked downright horrified at that part. Her hands even disappeared under the table. The next bit was a bit difficult. I felt my face heat up again as I described how I sniffed Madison's panties, how she ate me out, and how I fingered her into an orgasm. By the end, I was embarrassed, red faced, and more than a little turned on. My only consolation was that Lisa seemed just as flustered as I was.
"Wow," said Alec when I finished. "I am truly impressed dork. I didn't peg you for the angry dominant type, but I suppose it's always the quiet ones that are the kinkiest." I ducked my head at the comment. I'm not kinky. "You know Lisa," he said, turning towards the blonde. "I am really thankful for you bringing me in. Totally worth losing the beauty sleep. Just your face alone right now is enough."
"Enough Alec. We all know I'm blushing. Just please drop it."
"Ha! Nothing to be ashamed of! I know I'm a little frisky; it's totally understandable if you are too. I mean, l that shit eating grin of yours is kind of annoying; it's nice to see something different. Hell, you even look cute!"
Lisa was scowling pretty hard. "Alec," she warned.
"Hey! I have an idea! Taylor! Why don't you dominate little Lisa here! That should get rid of your problems and hers!"
I felt my face heat up again as I heard Lisa groan, followed by a thump as her face met the table. "I'm not dominating Lisa!" I squeaked. "She's my friend, and I'm straight!" I cringed the moment the words left my mouth. Alec snorted and Lisa looked at me from where she was resting on the table, eyebrow cocked.
"Could've fooled me," snarked Alec.
Lisa shook her head as she lifted it of the table. "You did actually fool me, you know."
"Huh?" both Alec and I said in unison.
"When I first met you, and ever since until today, my powers always said you're straight. I mean, your interest in Brian was very damn obvious. Even now, you still read as straight. Hell, you never even looked at me with any form of sexual interest-" Then it struck me how pretty Lisa's lips were, as they moved. How I wanted to kiss them. "-right until now," Lisa finished lamely.
"So what," said Alec. "She's only gay when somebody points it out to her?"
Lisa blinked at Alec, then she leaned her head on her knuckles, thoughtful look on her face. "You... might actually have something there, Alec."
"He does?" "I do?"
She nodded. "Taylor, when was it that you first noticed you felt this way about a woman?"
"W-what? I've never..." She looked at me, her expression all but screaming `I see your BS, stop it'. I sighed in defeat. "I think... it started with Miss Staker."
"Who?" she asked, and I narrated my encounter with the substitute coach. "Huh," the blonde said as I finished. "So you felt attracted to her the moment you felt she might be flirting with you?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Huh. What does that tell you?"
"That Taylor is incredibly cheap and needy?" interrupted Alec.
"Nobody asked you," snapped Lisa.
"Bite me."
"I d-don't know?" I stuttered, trying to avoid an argument.
Lisa sighed. "Right. Was that the first time you thought of a woman that way?"
"I think so? No, yeah. That's the first time."
"Hmm. Did you ever try looking at a girl that way?"
"Umm, no? I mean, I always was attracted to boys, so I just assumed."
"What made assume then?"
"I... don't know? I mean, boys is the only thing I spoke with Emma so-"
"I got it!" Lisa interrupted, her trademark grin forming. "You only discussed boys, so your attraction naturally leaned that way because that was Emma was expecting of you!" she finished with the air of a master detective solving a hard case.
"So wait, I was straight because I only thought I was?" I finally asked.
"Yep," she said as she nodded. "You didn't have any natural inclinations of your own, so you used your peers as reference. I'm sure if you had an openly gay friend, you would've realized it earlier. You came to realize it now because when your coach came onto you, your subconscious told you it was fine with it, even if your conscious still insisted in being straight."
"So," Alec said, "what you are saying is that the dork couldn't make up it's mind and said `fuck it, why not both?' That's it?"
"Essentially, yes."
I leaned back in the chair, looking at the ceiling as I digested all the information I was given. Was I truly straight only because Emma was too? Did I really never looked at another girl just because I didn't consider it? Was I really bi? I looked at Lisa, scanning her features. Her beautiful bottle green eyes, her slightly curving nose, her pink lips. I moved down to look down at her pert breasts. Did I want to touch them? Touch her?
I did, I realized. "Huh, I... I think you are right."
"Of course I am," Lisa answered haughtily, but deflated a moment later. "Just... Please don't think of me that way?" she pleaded. "It makes me uncomfortable."
I blinked. "Sure. I-I'll try." She smiled, albeit a little weakly. We lapsed into silence then.
It was Lisa who broke the silence when she asked "What do you plan to do tomorrow Taylor?" some time later
... Shit. "I don't know," I answer. "I'm halfway afraid that Madison will report me to the police and that the moment I step into the school I'll be cuffed."
"Nah," said Alec dismissively. "She obviously goaded you into fucking her, which means she wanted it. If anything, she'll probably come back looking for more." Oh. I didn't know what to think about that. "So unless she tells somebody else, you're good."
I blinked as I remembered something. "Shit, the camera."
"I don't think you have to worry much about that," said a thoughtful Lisa. "From what I gather about Madison and the rest of the troupe, they are smart enough to not use the tape against you, if it existed in the first place."
"Huh?" I intelligently asked.
"Think about it," she said. "They've avoided punishment by maintaining perfect deniability, right?" I nodded. "But that deniability goes poof the moment they show the vid, because somebody is going to ask `wait, why did you have a camera in the locker room in the first place?' and that's something they cannot bullshit their way out of. So it's most likely that if they actually filmed anything, they'll delete as soon as possible. They can't risk it being found. That could qualify as child porn, which is another can of worms altogether. So yeah, you're good."
Huh. Hadn't thought of it that way. That meant that I was safe from blackmail too. That's a relief. Still though, if Madison did record something, would she show it to the other two? Did they even know? It's possible that she did it under her own initiative, but it's not her style.
"I'm tempted agree with you," said Lisa, startling me out my thoughts. "Madison is the cute one right? The one who mostly sticks to the childish stuff?" I nodded. "Had she ever gotten physical with you before?" I shook my head. "Right, so it's likely that she was put up to it by the other two. I don't have enough info, but I can guess that it might have been some sort of test or initiation."
"That makes sense," I agreed. "I can see Sophia getting fed up with Madison for not being `tough' enough or some other shit like that. In that case it means the other two probably saw the video." I frowned. "The question is how are they going to react."
Lisa hummed thoughtfully while Alec checked his nails. "Honestly? I think they're going to just fuck off for a while," he said dismissively. "They've been poking a kitten simply because they could. So when the kitten finally bites back, they'll flinch back."
