“What did you expect?” Greg dryly asked.

I couldn’t answer, thanks to the heavy breathing and the tears. Fuck, I was pathetic right now. I sat on the closed toilet crying as Greg paced the room. He took my silence as an answer and added, “Stop treating this like all you have to do is be upfront and guys will flock to you or something.”

He was so disconnected. He could have at least cared. “Fuck you,” I spat between tears.

“There it is,” he commented dryly. “Nice. Anyways, he didn’t even outright say no. What’s even the big problem here?” He paused. “Is it seriously because one guy didn’t fall into your lap when you offered to suck his dick?”

I just looked down at the floor. In an attempt to get into my line of sight, Greg put his hands on his knees and leaned down, still standing. “What, do you think Whittleton’s thing with the t-shirt was some kind of one-off event? You think other people won’t be weird when someone decides, and decides out of nowhere might I add, that she wants to be a complete slut? The fact you asked three guys without even one of them deciding to just bully you is a miracle!”

“Thanks for being a boy and explaining how sexism works to a girl, asshole,” I growled back. “I know all this shit. And the only one being a bully here is you.”

“Yeah, the only one. One for three. You wanna bet that it’s gonna stay at thirty-three percent if you keep acting out, you fucking dummy?” He started pacing the room again. “Look. You’re clearly not in a great place right now. You’re… kind of a mess, if I can be blunt.” He paused and I sighed, nodding. He nodded back. “So, maybe just take it easy for a bit. You got me. You got Drew. You don’t need to collect the rest of the Media Gang under your belt, this isn’t fucking Pokemon Cards we’re talking about here.”

“I just wanted to branch out a little. I didn’t realize free use meant I have to run every new boy I sleep with by you, dude.”

Greg sighed and leaned his head against the wall for a second, then abruptly turned around. “And I didn’t realize free use meant standing in a bathroom giving up my time to listen to you cry and call me an asshole for just repeating the shit I warned you about from the beginning. I told you, I told you, learn to walk before you run. Go ahead and tell me that you honestly fucking think Raven has the maturity to go through this without blabbing to his judgy friends, or calling you a slut himself. And not in the fun way.”

Despite my tears and anger, I chuckled, but didn’t say anything.

Greg leaned against the wall and neither of us spoke for a few seconds. “Wanna know what free use is not?” Greg eventually asked with a dry voice, looking at the wall behind me. “Free use is not every guy wanting what you want. People are gonna say no, Ariel. Abe will probably let this go, but some guys won’t. If I can be blunt… pick your guys more carefully.” He paused. “What would you have even gained if you got all five of us?”

“I thought it would be hot! Like, you’re all fucking me, talking about me as if I’m some sex toy you all share, like, with no shame or anything. Just casually asking who gets to fuck me today or something.”

“Yeah, having orgies in the ComTech classroom. I get it,” Greg sarcastically replied. “So, you wanted a whole group to just have you as their sex toy.” I nodded. “And you hoped they would be eager, and know how to use you, but you wanted them to be, let’s say, mature and drama-free about it.” I nodded again, and Greg got a wild yet serious look and glared at me dead in the face. “And you picked the Media Gang, the most awkward clueless group of virgins to be this experienced mature group?!”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re only seeing it from your perspective. The popular boys would be dumb and dramatic about it. They’d actually be selfish. With you guys, it’s like…” I shifted, then eventually stood up. “Like, I’m not completely dumb, Greg. I get that a lot of guys can use free use kinks to cover up being actually sexist jerks. But with the Media Gang, I know for a fact they won’t want to hurt me, they’ll go back to respecting me once we’re not horny, and-”

“And they won’t know what sex is, they’ll get new feelings and get confused, shit will get complicated, or, better yet, you’ll get what you want and they’ll see you as the group slut, but because they haven’t had a sexual relationship… ever, that’s what they’re always seeing you as. No turning it off. No ‘well, I’m not horny, time to see Ariel as my friend again,’ none of that. When they’re thinking about high school twenty years from now, what do you think they’re going to remember? ‘Ariel was a good friend and, oh yeah, I almost forgot, we fucked a few times,’ or, ‘I was in the Media Gang and one day this one chick lost her mind and wanted to be the group slut so we treated her like one’?” He paused, then pointed at me. “And don’t you dare get turned on at that last part.”

“You know me so fucking well, Greg,” I said half in anger, half with humor. 

“I care, you know. I do care,” he insisted, pacing.

“I know,” I admitted. “I get you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.”

“Well, I might, but I might be trying to do something with you, but I get now is not a good time. Even if you’d be okay with it, we need some time without it. Some situations need to be sacred. And, I’ll be the first to admit, you took to this way smoother than I thought you would, but you need to learn that too.”

I sighed. “So what should I text Abe?”

“Be as honest as you can, but actually listen to me,” Greg replied. “Tell him you got into this stuff but you started going way too fast, and you didn’t think about how you were coming across. If I were you, I’d apologize, but I get you might be too proud or whatever to do that.”

I pouted. “I can apologize, don’t be mean.” I took out my phone. “And what about Drew?”

“What about him? He seems fine. He’s always been the one with the least drama in the group,” he replied, pacing around. “Do what you want. I’m not here to micromanage your life. But I won’t always be here to listen to you cry on a school toilet for ten minutes either.” He walked to the door. “I should head back to class. Will you be okay?”

“Yeah, I think so,” I replied. “Th-thanks for being here.”

“You got it,” he casually said, then hesitated. “I know we’re supposed to hang out after school today. My challenge to you is to think about whether we should do something. You know, whether it would feel right. I’m still down, for the record, but you gotta promise me you’ll think about whether it feels right.”

I was texting Abe, but I was listening too. “I’ll do my best,” I told him, and watched him leave. Boys definitely made sex more complicated than they liked to believe. 

***

Greg was so proud when we hung out. To him, I was acting all noble and thoughtful, deciding that we wouldn’t fool around so that I could take things slower. And part of it was true, I kind of didn’t want to give Greg any kind of sexual satisfaction after playing high-and-mighty with me, even if some things he said were right. So instead, I just invited Drew over afterwards.

Most guys would be dreaming of a girl being home alone, but Drew was… well, Drew was Drew, so his first response was confusion.

“Shouldn’t your parents be home? It’s, like, seven at night. Are they at work or something?” He’d just keep asking questions, all while I just wanted to get into my bedroom.

“How should I know?” I asked, annoyance pricking through my words. 

“How should you kn- so, we’re home alone?” Drew asked nervously as we went into my room. “Woah, nice. Oh cool, you’ve even got a lil’ green screen thing set up!”

“Yeah, I got it off eBay,” I said distractedly, realizing we were not in fact home alone. “Uh, my little brother is home, but he does his own thing,” I added, while swiftly texting my brother that he might want to think about putting his noise-canceling headphones on. 

“So you must have gotten it recently, right?” Drew continued. “I mean, I don’t think I saw anything involving a greenscreen in any of your recent videos.”

Weirdly, that was the thing that made me stop. “Any of my…?”

“Yeah! Your newest one was the one with the live-action Scooby Doo movie, right? Or am I missing one?”

I felt almost dumb, standing there, suddenly a little nervous. “No, uh… no, that was the newest one, yeah. You… watched it?”

“Yeah! I think it was really cool. Like, I didn’t really think that hard about the movie when I saw it, but I really like how you think about movies. And I know the yelling bit is just a character you put on, but it’s still so clear how passionate you are about movies.”

Why was I looking at the floor? Why was I giggling? Why did Drew care about my videos? It was weird. “Um, thanks!” I managed to say. “I didn’t think you watched my shit.”

“Come on, Ariel, it’s not shi-”

“Did you want to try practicing kissing today?”

Drew lowered an eyebrow then laughed. “Straight into the sex stuff, huh?” he asked with a knowing smirk. 

I was still giggling internally. Or at least, it felt like I was giggling. Something was up, and I didn’t know what it was, but I was feeling all giggly. Still, I kept up a stoic pose and shrugged. “Whaddya say?”

Drew shrugged back. “I’m getting more used to it,” he bluntly answered, then approached me. Nervousness clouded his face. “I, uh, don’t know much about kissing though.

Ba-dump. Ba-dump. If only I could tell my heart to shut the fuck up. “Yeah, me neither,” I murmured. “I guess we can figure it out together.”

Drew smirked. “Doesn’t seem very free use of you,” he observed.

I chuckled. “We can break the rules once or twice.” 

Both of us slowly moved our faces together and closed our eyes. When I felt Drew’s lips against mine, I closed the distance between us. It wasn’t like the movies, fireworks didn’t go off or anything, but it felt very fun. I could definitely feel that we were both hesitant amateurs, but that was kind of the fun of it. We were so unsure about what we were doing, and yet, we were doing it anyway.

We gave each other closed-mouth kisses for a while, then Drew took initiative and I felt his tongue gently brush my bottom lip. I whimpered, opened my mouth and brought my arms around his back to his shoulder blades. I felt the sensation of… was this French kissing? Probably. Either way, I quickly lost control, gently fondling his rock-hard cock through his pants.

Drew jumped a little at the touch, as he always did, and broke the kiss. “So impatient,” he teased, but even so, he didn’t hesitate, and began to remove his pants. “How did you like kissing?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Mr. ‘I used to have a crush on you,’” I teased back, getting on my knees and pulling his cock out, beginning to move my hand across his shaft. Drew turned pink and covered his face with his hands, even though I was chill as ever while taking his dick into my mouth. I was just sucking on his cock. Whatevs, right?

I took my mouth off of his cock and looked up at him. “So, you watch my stuff, huh?” I asked, drool running down my chin. “What happened to not seeing movies that deep?”

“Oh, I… ngh… dunno,” Drew managed to say. It was so cute how he struggled to stay cool. I gleefully took him back into my mouth again. His hands found the back of my head. “I guess I’m just trying to broaden my horizons. Plus, even if I… mmh… don’t see movies as that deep, you make good stuff. I think they’re just good videos to watch.”

I could feel myself blushing. He just… wanted to watch my stuff. Wow. What a friggin’ gem. I didn’t respond, instead opting to giggle on his dick, my hands on the back of his thighs to pull him in closer. Even with my head bobbing back and forth, such a wonderful feeling to belong in this place worshiping a cock, I decided to take my mouth off of him again, tapping the back of his thigh so he’d let go of the back of my head.

I took in a breath. “So, you’ve used my mouth a lot,” I told him casually, then started to take my pants off.

Drew looked down and nodded. “Oh, you want me to return the favor?”

“Nah, fuck that. Maybe someday,” I replied, a little quicker and more eagerly than I’d expected. “Wanna fuck me?”

Drew’s mouth hung open. “Wuh- me? F-fuck you?”

“Um, yeah?” I asked impatiently.

“But… I don’t have a condom!”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” I replied, my pants fully off. I sat down on the edge of my bed and spread my legs.

“B-but… aren’t you worried about STDs?” he asked nervously. His dick was still bobbing thinking of being inside me.

“You’re a virgin, dude,” I replied, only then realizing I was offering to be his first.

“Well… i-is Greg clean? Did he ever use a condom?” Drew asked, nervously playing with his hands.

“Dude, he was only ever with his one ex. I think we’re in the clear here,” I replied as if it were obvious. “I’ve only fucked one guy, and he’s only fucked one other girl. It’s not like high school is a hive for chlamydia or something.”

“You can’t know that…” Drew nervously mumbled. “Aren’t you worried about getting preg-”

“I’m on the pill, dumbass. Are you fucking me or not?” I demanded. My pussy was leaking onto my bed’s Snoopy Halloween quilt. 

“Well… could you get a test on Monday?” Drew eventually asked.

I rolled my eyes. “If you fuck me now, sure. I’ll talk to the nurse. Deal?”

Drew bit his bottom lip. Even with my impatience, I had to smile. It was cute. “Okay,” he finally conceded, going up to the bed. “Uh, so… th-this is gonna sound dumb, but… how do I…?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Get closer,” I instructed him. He scooted closer to me, his dick in front of my pussy. Experimentally, he slapped my clit with the head of his dick. I instinctively moaned and threw my head back. “Oh, this is gonna be good,” I mumbled, taking his dick and lining it up with my oozing fuck-slot. I knew he saw this as so much more, but right now, I was just a hole again. I loved that. It actually was even hotter knowing Drew cared about this moment so much and I still was just getting off on being used. It was dirtier.

I nodded and Drew slowly tried to push his way inside. The spit on his dick had dried, so it took a few frankly painful thrust attempts to get his dick all the way inside me. Thankfully, I was wet as fuck, so it wasn’t too difficult. Once it was in, Drew’s head hung forwards.

“Oh my God…” he moaned, his voice breaking. “I can’t believe… This is so…” I couldn’t see his eyes, though I saw a tear leave the vicinity of his face. It landed on my upper stomach with a soft plap.

I wasn’t expecting this. “Uh… you good?” I asked.

“Uh, I dunno. Yeah. Yeah, I think so,” he admitted, slowly grinding back and forth despite what was happening. “Sorry if that was… sorry.”

“Don’t be, don’t be,” I soothed. “Enjoy the feelings, dude. That’s what this is about. I’m not, uh… I don’t think any differently of you or whatever. If you wanna cry…” I gestured outwards. “Go nuts.”

He chuckled and shook his head. Mister President, a second tear had dropped onto my stomach. “You say that,” he admitted, his voice getting cloudier with crying.

I dunno what possessed me to do what I did next, but even though I wanted to be used and for this to mean nothing, I took his chin in my hand and held his face up to mine. “You don’t have to say anything,” I told him, and moved my face in to meet his. We kissed for a few seconds as Drew felt comfortable enough to start picking up speed. We didn’t say another word as the thrusts got deeper, longer, and better. This was it, Drew was fucking me. And whether it was sweet or nothing, to him, I didn’t even care. This was fun, and he was using my body. That’s what I wanted. As a little bonus, he was cute as fuck while doing it.

***

The nurse was just invasive. Asking so many damn questions, most of them some variety of a condescending, “you know you shouldn’t be doing that, right?” Finally, after doing way too much paperwork, she finally saved us both some time and agreed to help me with the STD check. She assured me it was confidential and my parents didn’t have to sign anything, which was good in two ways - number one, they’d flip if they knew I was having sex, and number two, I hadn’t really seen them in over forty-eight hours. Maybe they were home on the weekend, but I didn’t really check.

She probably didn’t like the collar I was wearing. I bet Mr. Whittleton didn’t either, but all he did was look away when I came to class, which suited me just fine. Still, looking like a slut was all I was going to get up to today; I promptly sat down next to Abe and got to work without saying or doing anything weird.

After a few minutes, he gave me a sideways glance. “You alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, just doing some touch-ups,” I replied, eyes on my work.

“I meant the whole… choker thing,” he replied, leaning in and watching my screen.

“I’m not trying to make things weird for you, I just wanted to wear this,” I answered plainly, my eyes on the screen. “I, uh, probably came on too strong yesterday, so we can just pretend I didn’t say anything yesterday, if you want.”

Abe looked at me. I couldn’t see what expression he had on his face, since I was just staring straight ahead. “Nah, you’re good,” he eventually said. “I did say, it was a lot to take in at once. I’ve kinda, y’know, processed it now. Plus, when girls say shit like that, you can’t really think anything but, like, it’s a prank or something Girls never talk like that."

“I guess I’m… ugh, this is cringe… not like other girls,” I said gingerly.

Abe and I looked at each other and shared a small laugh. “Anyway, if you would actually enjoy it… I wouldn’t say no,” Abe said slowly. “But like… I don’t think I’d want something like that often. But fuck, if the offer is there… worst thing that can happen is we just go back to being friends.”

“Worst thing that can happen,” Greg’s voice flooded in from behind us, “is that things get complicated and you two stop being friends or it’s hard to look at each other anymore.” We both looked behind us to see him standing, looming over us.

“Oh look, it’s the voice of treason,” I dryly noted. “Jealous?”

“Just passing by,” Greg replied in a low voice, ensuring nobody heard our conversation. “And giving you both a warning.”

“You don’t own me,” I said defiantly. “Let me make my own mistakes, okay?”

“Your mistakes could make the whole Media Gang fall apart,” Greg warned.

“Well right now I sure wouldn’t complain if you stopped talking to me for like a week,” I continued, my eyebrows lowered. “Stop blocking me from getting any dick but yours, okay? I get it, you’re possessive.”

Greg stared at me for a bit, then slowly shook his head. “Whatever,” he sourly noted, then quickly left. 

“Wow,” Abe murmured. “What was that?”

I rolled my eyes. “Greg’s been weird lately,” I answered plainly. “Doesn’t really affect me though. It’s not gonna stop me from doing what I want.”

“Or who you want,” Abe joked dryly.

“Or who I want,” I agreed. “Don’t worry, he’s fine with the whole sex thing, he just thinks I’m moving too fast or whatever.”

“I guess I can understand,” Abe said diplomatically. “I mean, it was weird for me. Maybe now it’s weird for him too.”

“Sucks for him,” I bluntly replied.

“I’d rather it suck for me…?” he attempted, then we both laughed.

“That stank,” I chuckled.

“Yup, sure did,” he admitted. We both worked for a bit before he piped up again. “So, you free this week?”

***

“I get it,” I told Greg sternly, despite my face being mashed against the bathroom floor. “But it still comes across as possessive.”

“Not my fault how it comes across,” Greg grunted, slamming into my pussy. I winced, wishing that my face was against something soft right now, like a plush carpet. Being face down ass up was hot as fuck, but at this point, my cheek was probably going to bruise.

“I mean, he said yes,” I reasoned. “And I’m definitely going to ask Harmony too. Raven… you made a good point about Raven. I’ll think about him.”

“When’s the last time you even talked to Raven?” Greg asked, grabbing my hips and drilling me hard. “The dude’s just… there.”

“Yeah, I know,” I admitted. “Fine, whatever. Four is enough. But Abe and I made serious progress today, then you just waltz in. What’s up with that?”

“I told you,” he simply replied, going balls deep then grinding his pelvis against mine for a bit. I felt his cum start to flood my insides. “Unngh… it’ll cause drama.”

“What do you think you standing over us and giving us an ultimatum was, genius?” I asked, my head turned around. He was biting his lower lip, savoring the feeling of my insides before pulling out. “You looked like a shitty attempt at a Scorcese mafia character or something Stop trying to control this. I appreciated your help in the beginning but now I wanna do things my way. Even if I make things awkward, so fuckin’ what?”

“If you want my honest answer, you’re gonna drive the Media Gang apart,” Greg answered, pulling out of me, stroking his cock a few times.

I turned around, getting on my knees, getting ready to lick him clean. “I’m not gonna lie to you, dude,” I began, taking his slightly softening cock in my hands. “What you’re doing is probably gonna get there quicker, and unless you’re completely delusional, you’re gonna have no one to blame but yourself.” I sucked his cock all the way down, then took my mouth off of it. “Just trust me, okay?”

“Whatever,” he said with a shrug and a muted smile. “If my help isn’t wanted, I’ll butt out.” He closed his eyes and rested his hands on the back of my head, his soft moans encouraging me to continue.

***

I lowered an eyebrow, leaving Matthew on read. The guy could not take a fucking hint. I even told him bluntly how I felt about his messaging like twice, and both times the dude just sent me a paragraph in response about how that ‘wasn’t his intent’ but also wording it like I was just temporarily confused about my feelings or that the stuff I said had to mean something too. I thought older guys were supposed to get nuance, but then again, judging from his videos, the guy probably thought there was more depth in the newer Star Wars movies than the old ones.

“Some people were meant to be left on read,” I told Abe, who was scrolling his phone on my bed. He was looking everywhere but at me.

It clicked immediately. “It’s hard to just… ask for it, huh?” I asked, whipping out my phone to text my little brother to put on his headphones.

“It’s more like, I want to… find a segue? I can’t, just, ask for it.”

“Why not?” I asked, wheeling my chair around to face him.

My brother texted back, telling me they were already on, and that I needed to cool it with suddenly bringing guys over so often. I smirked.

Abe shrugged, his cheeks burning. “This is a new thing for me,” he told me. “To be honest, I always pictured it would never happen until I was going steady with a girl. I don’t normally do this.”

“Well, I-”

“Yeah, I know you do,” Abe replied with a chuckle. “And, like, maybe I need to get over myself. I guess I over-romanticized it or whatever.”

“No, I think it’s cute,” I admitted. “If you want it to be special, maybe you should go for something like that. It would be a lot of things with me, but it won’t be cute.”

“Well, yeah, but… I’m also a dude, and you’re hot,” he replied with a laugh. “Plus, it’ll probably help to have some experience. Being a virgin on your wedding night will probably suck. And speaking of…”

I flashed him a grin. “Nice,” I chuckled. “So… you’re sure?”

He shrugged, red still painting his face. “As long as you’re okay with… doing it. Do you want me to do anything in return, or…?”

I shook my head. “Like I said, free use,” I explained. “The idea of just doing this and getting you off is cool to me.”

“Then it’s a win-win,” he replied, taking his hands south. His fingertips traced over the waistline of his pants. He closed his eyes, exhaled, and undid the button, standing up and letting his pants fall.

I gasped when his dick sprang - and I mean sprang - into view. With a name like Abraham, I was not shocked at all he was cut, but he was also packing. Like, he almost made Greg look small. “Holy shit…” I breathed.

“Yeah, I always wondered why the guys in porn were small,” Abe joked. “Is it too much…?”

“I’ll… have to let you know,” I replied with a slight chuckle, mesmerized. My eyes never left his cock. “I’ve never taken a guy as… I mean… you’re so fucking big, dude.” I got off of my chair and onto my knees, shuffling over to him. I reached a hand forward, looking him in the eyes and getting The Nod before putting my hands on it. He jumped a little, but not as much as Drew. “God damn…” I murmured. “How many times do you have to jack off this monster?”

Abe chuckled in confusion. “Uh, once every few days?” he asked in a weirded-out tone. “Why?”

“Just saying, if I had a dick and it was this big, I’d have my hands on it every chance I could.” I started slowly jacking him off; kind of difficult for a cut dick but I made it work. I decided not to tell him how many times I had to masturbate in a day, let alone the fact I sometimes did it to his profile pictures.

His dick felt heavy in my hands. I could feel its heft and warmth, and the veins… if “aesthetic dick” was a competition in the Media Gang, Abe won, hands down. I moved my head forwards, giving Abe’s cock a nice long lick from shaft to tip. When I got to the tip, I gave the head of his cock a kiss, and with a grunt, Abe shot his load all over my unexpecting face.

“Aaaah~!” Abe moaned, both in pleasure and in embarrassment. “Sorry, I wasn’t prepared for… I didn’t mean to…”

Wow. His load was so warm. I closed my eyes slowly in bliss, feeling his spunk on my face. I put my hand in the air and waved it a bit as if to wordlessly say, “no problem, bro” as I tried reaching his load with my tongue. It worked a little, but eventually, I gave up and just used my fingers to push it into my mouth.

Eventually, I was able to open my eyes. Abe was still blushing. I had to laugh. “So, I take it you really liked it, huh?” I teased.

His blush deepened. “Is it bad…?”

I shrugged. “Nope! Just means you’re sensitive, probably. We’ll just need to do this more.” I saw the look he was giving me and gave him a wink. “I take it that’s not a problem?”

“Holy shit, Ariel…” Abe breathed. “Where the hell has this side been for so long?”

I bit my bottom lip and blushed, looking down. “It’s been here,” I confessed. “She’s finally finding her way out. Why, do ya like her?”

Abe was speechless.

***

I thought the next day was going to be awkward because of Abe. I was wrong for several reasons.

When I got to the class, wearing a t-shirt that just barely rose above the waist of my jeans (that couldn’t have counted as ‘showing midriff’), Abe looked up from his computer and gave me a wave. I gave him a salute back. Upon seeing me, Greg turned around in his chair and looked at me like Frodo looked at Sam at the end of the Lord of the Rings. I stared back, and eventually, I shrugged. Happily, we both broke into a smile at that, although his was, as always, muted.

But when Drew and I locked eyes, right before I sat down next to Abe to do work, a weird thing happened. I felt a giggle rising up in my lungs, escaping out of my mouth. A weird giggle. The kind of giggle that made me look towards the floor. Was I being rude? I just totally looked away from Drew for no reason. Why did I do that…? I wasn’t sure, but it sure made me uneasy. And yet… a weirdly good uneasy?

“How’s it goin’?” Abe asked as we got to work. “We gotta hustle, this thing is due at the end of class.”

“Yeah, I know,” I conceded, shooting an annoyed look at our teacher. “If only Shittleton actually taught us how to… edit videos, I bet we’d be done by now. Having to teach ourselves is hard.”

Abe smirked at me. “You’re the successful YouTuber here. Shouldn’t you be a pro at this?”

I blew a raspberry. “YouTube editing is dogshit. I do the quickest thing and move on. As long as it looks passable, I’m good for it. It’s the same for my entire group. I mean, Cartoon Critic has been doing this since, like, nearly before YouTube, and his style hasn’t exactly improved that much.”

“Who?” Abe asked.

“Cartoon Critic? You know, that guy with the hat,” I replied. “Oh, whatever. If you haven’t heard of him, you haven’t heard of him. Point is, Googling tutorials only gets you so far. If only there was a guy in this room who was paid to teach us instead of drink coffee and occasionally tell a girl she’s dressing too slutty.”

“Yeah, I’m surprised he didn’t tell you off today, to be honest,” Abe said with a grin, looking me over. He was definitely using it as an excuse to check me out.

“My eyes are up here, sailor,” I replied slyly, smirking back. We didn’t say anything more, and kept working. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Harmony approached Mr. Whittleton and talked to him for a bit, then started to walk back to her computer. She had a worried expression.

“You okay?” I asked her, taking my headphones off.

She shrugged. “I needed an exthtenthion,” she explained, shaking her head in worry. “I don’t get how to do mothion tweenth.”

“And he actually gave you one?” Abe asked in shock. I didn’t find it that surprising. Men in Whittleton’s classes couldn’t get extensions easily. Women, on the other hand, got any they asked for, Abe just didn’t notice. It was just another way Whittleton had a super patronizing view of women.

“Jutht until the end of the day,” Harmony remarked, playing with her fingers. “I’m worried.”

I frowned in thought, thinking about my obligations I had lined up today. “Did you want me to stick around after classes?” I asked. “I assume you’re just gonna be in here after school working.”

Harmony gave me a sheepish smile. “Yeah, I will be,” she admitted. “Thure. I’d apprethiate the help.” With that, she walked back to her desk, and I turned back to Abe, who had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

I gave him a weird look. “What?”

“You think you’re so smooth,” he laughed, shaking his head. “I can see what you’re doing.”

“Oh, and what am I doing, Abe?” I inquired. “Enlighten me.”

In response, his smirk told me everything I needed to know. My intentions were honorable, thank you very much. Maybe it was my shit-disturber attitude, or my tendency to do the opposite of anything anyone asked me to do, but I made a mental note right then and there to make my session after school helping Harmony the most innocent thing on the planet. Not a single mention of sex. Not one. I’d show Abe.

***

“Wow, you even did it with Abe?” Harmony asked in awe, eyes sparkling.

I was such a fucking idiot. I caved so easily. Harmony apparently suspected something was going on, and I just told her immediately like the mark I was. “Well,” I continued, scratching the back of my neck and blushing, “not really. But I did, you know…” I mimed grabbing a dick and sucking it, then shrugged.

“That’th tho crathy…” Harmony said in pure awe. We’d finished her project like ten minutes ago, and good thing we did, because if I brought this up before then, we probably still wouldn’t be finished. “Ith there any drama?”

“There really shouldn’t be, right?” I asked rhetorically. “So, originally, it was all good. But Greg is trying to be the big protective older brother - ew, wait… well, whatever. You know. He’s trying to be protective. He doesn’t judge me for sleeping around, but he’s so worried there will be drama that breaks apart the group that he kind of causes it? Like, before it even happens? It’s weird.”

Harmony rolled her eyes. “Boyth. Typical.”

“Right??” She and I shared a laugh. “But they’re the guys I’m stuck with, so I’m dealing with it. Abe was kinda weird at first, but Drew… honestly, Drew has been this big sweetheart throughout the whole thing.”

Uncharacteristically, Harmony raised an eyebrow and smirked when I said that. Why…? “What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she insisted. “Keep talking.”

Oookay…? “And I considered going after Raven, but Greg kinda talked me out of it. As much as I wanna go against everything the dude is saying to me right now, he’s got a point.”

“Oh, he’th got a huge point,” Harmony immediately insisted. “Number one, Raven ith going after thith one girl in the popular group, and he’th, like, exthactly ath toxthic ath you think he ith.”

“Yeah, not surprised,” I replied lamely, rolling my eyes.

“Number two, he’th been trying to get more, like, clout lately. He’th hanging out with the popular girlth more and more and he’th thtarting to give exthutheth to not hang out with uth, tho I honethtly think we’re going to be theeing him way leth from now on.”

I shrugged. “No skin off my back,” I honestly replied. I felt like I should have been more upset about a friend leaving the Media Gang, but he was always more my friend by proxy anyways. I probably should have checked in on Drew though; I know that big lug liked Raven and kept trying to involve him in things.

“Yeah, you thtill got to be with all the guyth who thtayed in the Media Gang,” Harmony agreed. “And they all jutht uthe you whenever, or…?”

I nodded. “Yeah, mostly. Greg started taking me into - fuck, this is embarrassing - you know that one bathroom near the auto class? The unisex one.”

Harmony’s hand flew to her mouth. “Oh my goth, you did it on thchool property?!”

“Ohhh yeah, lots of times,” I admitted, only slightly sheepishly. “With Drew, too. Abe only wanted to do it at my place, though I’ve only sucked him off once so far. But… oh my God, Harmony, keep this a secret, but Abe is fucking packing.”

Harmony's hand never left her mouth. She turned more pink. “That’th tho crathy…” she replied, starry-eyed. She took to this better than anyone. She was downright fascinated. 

“Yeah, so, y’know, if that’s what you’re into, just giving you a hot tip. I don’t mind sharing,” I joked, though Harmony’s face only slightly darkened in response. “I was kidding,” I immediately added, suddenly really worried I crossed a line or something.

“No, it’th fine, it’th jutht… I don’t think that will exthactly matter to me,” Harmony slowly replied.

“Oh, do you have history with Abe or something?”

Harmony’s face broke into a smile of surprise. “Ariel, I told you thith latht year. I’m not into guyth. I’m a lethbian.”

Hello, mother of all ‘oh fuck, I remember now’ moments. I didn’t even have time to think of how this could have benefitted me; I immediately cringed. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry,” I immediately blurted out. “I should have remembered!”

Harmony chuckled. “I’m not going to lie, it’th weird you didn’t,” she admitted.

“I’m sorry!” I repeated. “I dunno why I didn’t remember. I’m good at remembering those kinds of things, I promise.”

“It’th okay, it’th okay,” Harmony soothed. “And obviouthly, that’th not me trying to come onto you or anything.”

“Well, duh, it’s just who you are,” I said. It was obvious.

Harmony rolled her eyes. “Tell that to any of the other girlth I’ve thaid thith to,” she said. “All of them think that becauthe I’m into girlth, I have to be into them. It’th annoying.”

I scoffed. “Speak for yourself, that just sounds kinda hot,” I admitted, feeling like we didn’t need to be too secretive anymore. 

She raised an eyebrow again. “Oh come on, Ariel,” she admonished me. “You think it thoundth hot, but when it happenth to you…”

“Did I stutter when I said I’m free use?” I asked.

“No, but you did thay your 'eth'eth weird,” she joked. I laughed. I appreciated how she could make light of her insecurities. “Tho what, no matter who it ith, you’ll just… let them uthe you?”

“Not no matter what, but I just like the idea of people sexualizing me in general,”  I admitted. Of course, I didn’t like Matthew doing it, but that was different. He thought I was way older, and plus, he so clearly just wanted me to take initiative and handle everything while he could just be awkward. When you made the Media Gang of all people look competent and initiative-taking, that just made you a walking red flag. Why were the red flags always named Matthew, anyway?

“People, huh?” Harmony asked. “Tho, I’m not trying to be weird and hit on you or anything, but you thaid ‘people,’ not ‘boyth.’”

I smiled. “Harmony, relax,” I told her warmly. “First of all, those girls are just being weird. Second of all, you’re talking to a girl that wouldn’t mind it if you did!”

Harmoney’s expression turned to one of mistrust. “You never thaid anything about having a cruth on me.”

“Nah, not a crush. I’m not looking to date anyone. But yeah, I’m bi, so me being free-use… it doesn’t apply to just boys, you know?”

“Oh…” Harmony said, looking away and blushing. “Tho, like, you’d jutht like to… fool around with a girl too?”

I squeezed my legs together. I was wet, though at this point, it wasn’t a great surprise. “Yeah, or more accurately, I’d just like for a girl to use me to get off. You know… ride my face or something.”

Harmony blushed. “I thee, I thee. But like… even then, you’d probably want a pretty girl who’th all articulate, and thpeakth properly, and…”

I rolled my eyes and leaned forward, putting my hand on her shoulder. She slowly looked at me. “Harmony,” I began, “I want to be with a girl that I trust. You’re right, being pretty is an upside, but that just also means it would be good to be with you.”

“I… what?”

“Yeah, I could have worded it better, but I’m calling you pretty, you dummy.”

Harmony turned away. “That’th nithe to thay, but I’m not pretty. I know that.”

“Yeah, well, I know you are. We’re at an impasse.” I paused, and she didn’t say anything. “Let’s start with this: if I was totally willing to eat you out, would you want that?”

Harmony blushed an even deeper shade of red. Still looking away, she closed her eyes and nodded. How cute.

I smiled and stood up, taking her hand in mine. “Then how about a trip to the bathroom?” I asked. She didn’t resist, though it was clear this was going to be yet another member of the Media Gang where I was going to have to take initiative. Typical. 

So before long, there I was again, in the hidden bathroom, explaining to a pink-faced person what we’d do if someone was outside when the first person left. Harmony, still pink in the face, just nodded and walked inside. When I walked in and closed the door behind me, I saw her, sitting down on the closed toilet, her pink face in her hands.

I chuckled. “We don’t have to do anything, you know,” I told her. “I didn’t mean to, like, foist this on ya.”

“It’th okay,” she said quietly. “I totally want to. It’th like, I can’t believe thomeone elthe wantth me, you know?”

“Harmony,” I all but groaned. “You’re a beautiful person. I get you feel insecure sometimes, but…”

“It’th not a me thing. People alwayth bully me about my eye or my lithp. They tell me that no one will want to be with me.”

“And here I am, offering to eat you out,” I replied with a motion of my hands. “I never said that, did I? Just sounds like you were talking to the wrong people, and now you’re talking to the right person.”

Harmony slowly smiled. “I gueth I am,” she softly admitted, looking up at me. Eventually, she nodded, standing up. “Tho… I jutht take thethe off, I guess?” she asked, undoing her pants button.

“That’s the idea,” I replied. “I haven’t figured out how to do it with them still on.”

“Thmart-ath,” Harmony laughed, undoing her zipper. 

“Also, I kinda… haven’t done it with a girl yet, so this will be a learning experience for me too,” I admitted, getting on my knees. 

“Really?” Harmony asked, surprised. “Wow. That’th… hot.” Emboldened by my confession, she lowered her pants, her jeans slipping past her silky thighs.

Wow. Harmony was… deceptively hot. She was skilled at hiding how sexy her hips were. Either that or I just never noticed. Once her pants were off, she half-jokingly made a coquettish pose. “Thee thomething you like?” she joked.

“You’re, uh… fucking gorgeous,” I admitted. I was really happy Harmony was going to be my first girl. 

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m kinda glad you’re gonna be my firtht girl,” Harmony said, her thumbs playing around with the waistband of her underwear. “I never had, like, a romantic cruth on you or anything, but I alwayth thought you your body wath, uh, really attractive.”

Me? Harmony thought I was attractive? My body? Wow. I scanned my memories - had any of the guys said that? Greg certainly hadn’t. Abe didn’t. I don’t think even Drew did, and the dude had a crush on me in the past, and possibly still did. 

I felt another nervous giggle escape me, and before I knew what I was doing, I was back on my feet, kissing Harmony against the wall, my fingertips savoring the feeling of her smooth skin. Her thighs weren’t just a treat to look at, they were a treat to feel too. How delicious was her pussy going to be? I couldn’t wait to find out.

Harmony kissed me back with… a surprising amount of skill. Had she kissed before? It sure felt like she did. Not only did she have soft, plump, full lips, but the way she used them put my body under some kind of spell. I was leaning into her kiss, I was fucking moaning into it - damn, the girls here at Hazelwood were missing the fuck out by bullying her instead of making out with her.

More for me, though. Harmony adapted quickly, wrapping her arms around me, and even dropping her left hand down to squeeze my ass. Fuck, that felt so good, feeling Harmony of all people squeezing my ass cheek. Next to Greg, she needed the least convincing to dominate, which was good news to me. All she needed to do was truly believe I found her pretty, and the rest she was doing herself. It was the hottest thing. My poor starving pussy was on fire, grinding up against her, but I knew it would get some release soon enough. I would definitely need to finger myself when I ate her out. 

Harmony broke the kiss and smiled at me. “Are you okay if my thirt thtays on the firtht time?” she asked gently. 

“A hundred percent!” I told her eagerly. 

“Okay,” Harmony replied softly, her smile only getting bigger. Not taking her eyes (well, eye) off of me, she took her hands into her waistband and brought them down. I didn’t notice at first since my eyes were also on her, but after they were off, Harmony decided to initiate. Biting her lower lip, she grabbed my head with one of her hands and started to guide my head down.

“Free uthe, right?” she asked, hopefully only checking with me for the last time.

“Exactly,” I replied with a smile. “Use me. Be as rough as you want. I want it until I tell you otherwise.”

“Thounds good,” she replied, seeing me get down on my knees. She sat down on the closed toilet lid and spread her legs. Her pussy was like heaven - unshaven, fat with puffy lips, and so wet that as she opened her legs, a trail of her wetness glided from one pussy lip to the other. This was going to be my first pussy, and I already knew I was going to have the time of my life.

“Pleathe me, thlut,” she purred.

I grinned up at her. She was such a fast learner. She scooted forwards on the seat, eagerly awaiting my tongue. I gripped her thighs with both hands, grabbing her by her back to move her even closer to me.

Her scent wasn’t overpowering, but was it ever something. It was such a full and powerful smell. Even a small amount of it felt like it was designed to make any good girl’s head start to swim with naughty thoughts, and I was no good girl. I moved my head in, deciding teasing was for losers, and started to lick up and down Harmony’s slit. Her pussy was delightfully slimy, and barely had any taste. What little taste she had was a mellow nice taste. Clearly she ate well. 

Harmony moaned at first contact and didn’t stop after that, moving and grinding her hips to meet my tongue. Her eagerness was the hottest thing, and very quickly, she had her eyes closed and her hands on the back of my head. I thought she was a quick learner before, but it was clear she must have been trying to become my new favorite or something. 

So I was determined to be hers. I evolved from licking up and down her slit to moving my tongue around, figuring out the best patterns. The classics were always good - moving my tongue in and out of her needy hole was a good one, as was moving my tongue a little north to gently play with her clit. I could even combine that with two fingers inside her to really drive her wild.

And drive her wild it did. Harmony was one of those lucky girls that could cum from like a minute of stimulation, no matter how experienced the person was. Even in my inexperienced state, it was safe to say that I was being a good little free use pet for her. She’d moan, groan, and even scream as she got hit with orgasm after rolling orgasm.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, right there Ariel, mmmnnnh…” 

She held my head in place as I kissed and licked her clit, rewarded with the feelings of her muscles contracting around her fingers, the sheer pleasure in her tone and expression, and the onslaught of sticky juices covering my face. At some point I just elected to close my eyes and dive in, feeling drunk and addicted to being as nasty as possible, wanting this secret pervert to drown my face in her juices.

The greatest part was, she wasn’t done after a few measly orgasms. Even after I thought she was done, I’d start to move my head away, and I’d just feel her hand on the back of my head. “You’re thtill my thlut. Keep going.”

Unf. I could only moan in submissive approval while my tongue was still busy. I doubled my efforts, not caring how pathetic I looked or sounded, I just wanted to please Harmony, who definitely was getting quite comfortable viewing me as her little sex toy and nothing else.

We switched positions all around the bathroom - some weren’t winners, like her bending over the sink and me trying to eat her out from behind - though my personal favorite was her standing and lifting one foot onto the toilet seat, and me kneeling below her, eating her out as she stood like Captain Morgan. It was so hot, and it was only made hotter by Harmony keeping me in place with her hand and telling me I was her good little toy. 

After what felt like at least an hour, we took a break, allowing me to come up for air. Even as we took a break, Harmony shamelessly made circles around her clit with her finger, looking at me like I was a piece of meat. It gave me shivers.

“So, you liked it?” I joked. 

“I’m keeping you around for a long time,” Harmony said in a low voice in response. My pussy throbbed. I was so busy pleasing her that I forgot to please myself, and judging by the look she shot between my legs, she noticed. “When we go for round two, I want you to finger yourthelf,” she ordered. “But then we thould probably go home before the cuthtodian theeth uth.” We both laughed. I wanted to say something witty, but I couldn’t even think of anything. This was a brand new side to Harmony, one I could have never seen coming. Dear God was I happy I went for it. I’d finally conquered the whole Media Gang - well, all the people from the Media Gang I wanted to conquer, anyway - and right at the end, Harmony surprised me by conquering me right back.

***

It’s funny how these things come about. If it hadn’t been for the Amazing Channel, none of this free use stuff would have happened, and I still would be a nervous virgin harboring a secret kinky freaky side, and yet, my time with The Amazing Channel didn’t last too long.

Shortly before the summer break began, some kind of scandal rocked The Amazing Channel. Nothing huge, but it did turn out the Cartoon Critic had done some things most YouTubers wouldn’t exactly be proud of. After that story broke and people did some digging, it turned out most of the creators had a serious darker side. Chief among them, to everyone’s surprise but mine, was Matthew. Dude was seriously messed up, and that’s me saying that. Out of everyone affected by the scandal, he might have actually been looking at charges. He was the first to delete his YouTube and socials, which meant that at long last, he was going to leave me the fuck alone.

A few others deleted their channels too, though I opted not to. Miraculously, even though people were sniffing around, no one found out that I was in high school the whole time. And hey, I was young and stupid, so as long as I wasn’t caught, I was just going to keep the channel and keep making videos. No one would care in around a decade anyway, if I even stuck around that long. Happily, Dan from Show Me The Money Shot decided to stick around too. We’re still friends to this day.

So, one of the most influential YouTube supergroups of all time was a shadow of its former self, after only a few months of my involvement. And all I had to show for it was almost a hundred thousand subscribers to this show where I screamed about kids’ movies, and a free use fetish. I’d say I made out like a bandit.

It wasn’t all fun on my end though. No one was surprised when Raven ghosted the group - in hindsight, he was barely involved with the Media Gang in the first place - but the real one that hurt was Greg. The guy still free-used me between classes a few more times, but eventually, we stopped, and shortly after, we just… stopped talking. He still was fine talking to Abe or Drew, but with me, he just kind of… stopped. Well, we. We both stopped.

It was never decided or officially done. It was just, like, one day, we both happened to stop talking to each other, and neither of us wanted to be the one to crawl back to the other. Sometimes I thought I missed the guy, but then I’d overhear how he spoke or see the weird and edgy and sometimes mildly racist memes he sent in the Discord channel and just think, ‘you know what? I’m good without him.’ Life moves on, I guess.

Plus, I lost out on the best dick I ever saw shortly after. Abe was nothing but respectful about it, but after many blowjobs and a few quickies where I could to feel firsthand just how big Abe’s dick was, he sat me down and admitted that he thought he couldn’t handle sex outside of a loving relationship. What was I gonna say in response to that, “no”? I was disappointed (it turned out I loved bigger dicks as much as I thought I would) but I accepted it readily, and Abe and I never got weird or complicated. Hell, whenever I need something and Abe has the tools, he’s still as ready as ever to help me, because that’s what it means to be in the Media Gang.

Out of everyone, I never expected Harmony to be the one to lean the most into the whole ‘free use’ thing. To be honest, she clearly had this inner freak like I did from the beginning, except hers was a dominating force and mine loved to be used. It took her a bit to get used to, but soon, I was getting called several times a week to just go over to her place and get on my knees, eating her out, sometimes even while she had computer calls with friends or something. It was the hottest fucking thing. Each time, she’d reward me by letting me sit on her thigh and hump it while we made out, her pussy juice smeared all over my face. Once or twice she even insisted on fingering me after I did a particularly good job, although I told her she never had to do that.

And then there’s Drew. What could I even say about that guy? We kept on seeing each other, usually at my place. My little bro actually was happy to see Drew around, though he was probably just happy to think I was just having sex with one person anymore.

Drew himself wasn’t too unhappy to hear Greg and then Abe decided to stop with me, and he was not bothered at all when he finally caught on that Harmony and I were doing stuff. Drew was just… happy to be around me, the loser. I would blow him or we’d have sex (he only cried like a sixth of the time, but when he did, it was actually kinda sweet), and then we’d hang out. Sometimes, we’d play games, and sometimes we would even go for a walk and get burgers or something afterwards. He started this thing where on our way to the burger place, he would… grab my hand and hold it? And I’d just let him. Sometimes I’d even be the first one to grab and hold his hand. It was like a little inside joke between us. An inside joke that made me giggle and blush and look away.

From the beginning I was kind of aware that the true idea of free use is a bit of a fantasy. Like, obviously, no matter how horny you get, you have to pick and choose who you fuck, and you need to know how to do it properly to not bruise or get feelings hurt or whatever. And obviously, not everyone is just down to casually drop a load in you whenever. Maybe that’s why I ended up staying as the sex toy for less than half of the Media Gang. But that was kind of the beauty of it, to be honest. Free use wasn’t this guidebook you had to follow. If you had to ask what and where free use was, you were allowed to kind of make up that answer for yourself. And even with the shittier things that happened, I really enjoyed making my own free use, and living my own free use. And I can’t wait to see what it’ll look like in the future. So hey, thanks for listening, and if you liked what you saw here, don’t forget to hit that like button, subscribe, and ring the bell.