Day 1: Girl meets hallway

I don't know what to write on my paper. I'm still processing everything that happened today, and damn, it doesn't help having my ass out in the open. I feel the coolness of the chair on my tambourine, and while it's welcome in this infernal heat, with the sun's rays shining through the windows right on us, I don't feel comfortable.

The dumb-headed teenager winked at me, and I swear he's touching himself under his desk while staring at me. I look away, searching for something good that happened today. The most intense feeling is clear: the presentation. It's the first time I've done something immodest in public. The first time I've let a stranger touch me. The first time I've had an orgasm. That trumps anything else. But as for the good things… I'm not so sure.

My instinct tells me there's someone else watching me, and I look two desks away at Paul. He gives me a shy, slightly crooked smile when he realizes I've caught him. That makes me smile and relaxes me for a second. He murmurs a question: "Want me to see if I'm okay?" God, he's a sweetheart. I answer yes, and then I don't hesitate any longer and write his name on the sheet, feeling delighted.

The bell catches us all fully clothed. I'm still bare-assed, almost all of us; what I mean is, it went normally. Like one of those courses I'm forced to take at work on camaraderie, self-care, and future business planning. The teacher has that visionary vibe I've always envied. And she didn't force anyone to cum in front of the entire class, so I give her an extra point and my deepest gratitude. I don't think I can take much more today.

"Thanks, everyone, for participating. I'll see you Wednesday at the same time to talk about your experiences at school." You can also stop by my office during office hours or sign up for my after-school club, "Loss of Shame," which I teach on Thursday afternoons in the library," she says as we stand up.

I stretch out, my slightly tall self, loosening the muscles in my shoulders. I need a session with the massage therapist, but I don't think that's going to happen anytime soon. I wonder if my roommates could do me the favor, but I quickly rule it out. I'll have to settle for stretching exercises.

"I see you're feeling better," Silvia says, approaching me. "I thought they'd keep you there for at least a day; they're a bit rough. After the bump I gave you."

"Yes, thank you," I say. I manage a smile that I hope looks confident. "I asked to be discharged, I'm fine now. It's just a small bump, look."

I take her hand and place it on the back of my head. It's true I only have a small lump, but her soft hands remind me of other parts of her body against mine, and I suddenly release it. She seems confused by my reaction.

"Vera! I'm so sorry about what happened. I didn't mean..." Francisca saves me from embarrassment, holding my hands tightly and looking into my eyes, truly saddened. "It was this girl's fault, she brought out the worst in me. I didn't want any of this to happen."

She seems on the verge of tears, and I pity her. I tell her it's no big deal, that accidents happen, but she remains glued to me like a limpet, and it's starting to bother me.

"Can you let her go, witch?" Silvia asks her indelicately. "Can't you see she wants to leave?"

"Don't start again!" Annia demands, standing between us, furious. Between her height and her bulk, she seems like an insurmountable and very angry wall. She indignantly readjusts her glasses. "We've had enough for today, don't you think?"

Yes, Annia is definitely my favorite. I should have written her name on the papers. In the end, almost no one figured out if the two feelings were linked. It seemed like a simple exercise, but it involved putting oneself in the other person's shoes, and empathy is conspicuously lacking here.

We leave the classroom and join the tide of people pouring out into the hallway. I'm the only one not wearing a uniform, and I get more than a few looks for it. There's a small traffic jam in front of us as we try to get through the stairs, and the line slows down. That's when I feel someone from behind reach between the slits in my gown and squeeze my ass hard. A gasp of surprise escapes me.

No, no, please, not again. I've had enough today.

But they're pushing me, and I can't even look at who did it. We're packed in like sardines; it's dangerous here. If someone were to shout "fire" now, I'm sure there'd be a catastrophe. The shameless hand continues working by touch, seeing no reaction from me. It just plays with my buttocks, caressing, squeezing, and pinching. I'm sure it's a woman's hand; she has the long fingers of a pianist and soft skin.

"Are you okay, Vera?" Annia asks me from beside me when she sees I don't say anything.

I hesitate for a second. I could count tell her what's going on, ask for help. But the hand isn't doing anything too serious, and, to a certain extent, it's... pleasant.

Even a little exciting.

I smile at Vera as whoever is doing this to me gives me a small pinch on the small of my back. I shift uncomfortably because all this groping has just awakened a sensitivity I'd never known before. My nipples are erect even though I don't want them to, and I cross my arms so no one will notice.

"Shall we check out the clubs?" Annia continues, unaware that the hand is delving behind me, gently, getting an inch deeper each time. "I know they tell us they're voluntary, but from what I've read, most of them give extra points on the tests, so they recommend joining one. I was thinking about the "Sexual Sweets" one. Sounds funny, doesn't it?

I'm too short for this person to be able to get any of their fingers into my vaginal cavity. I sense his anger when he runs to touch my breasts and pinches me, making me gasp.

Then we reach the stairs, his hand disappears into the crowd, and I'm dragged along with Annia toward the entrance. I have to hold on tightly to the handrail because my legs are shaking, and I don't know if it's from frustration or excitement.