The bell rings, and this torture is finally over. I drag myself and the rest of them to the locker room and stay there, unable to take another step. It's been a lot in just a few hours, and all I want is a nap and a quiet place where my body isn't being groped, aroused, or stretched. I'm not the only one, but the younger girls seem much more energetic.
"I'm starving! Do you know where the dining room is?" says Silvia, the athletic brunette. It seems that running and exercising naked hasn't diminished her confidence. Where does she buy it? I'll want a dozen, thanks.
She's all sweaty, and the sun has reddened her pale skin. I guess she didn't apply sunscreen all over her body. She has a cute cluster of moles that run from her calf to her pert rear end, forming a line of ants.
"Ugh, my nipples hurt," she continues to Annia, my stretching partner. The woman is taking off her shirt, revealing curves all over her body. She seems embarrassed by Silvia, and I see her mentally comparing her body with hers. I think they're both beautiful, adult-sized. I'm sure they wouldn't be mistaken for underage girls in bars, even though they're almost thirty.
"My breasts too. Zacarias was a bit rough," the girl finally replied, taking off her glasses to get in the shower. She hesitated for a second before continuing. "If you want, I have some anti-itch cream in the room."
She's a piece of bread, I decide to be her friend right now. Even while we were stretching, Annia had been kind and hadn't pushed my body to the extreme, even though she's probably much stronger than me.
"I want," I say aloud. Several people turn to look at me, and I make myself a little smaller. "For, um, the whip marks."
Annia opens her mouth and then closes it, nodding vigorously. Her face turns red, and I know she's remembering the way Paul and I were paraded and used in front of the whole class.
"Ha ha ha, let's see them!" Silvia laughed, and her partner in crime came over. I can't remember her name and it seems rude to ask, although they're also asking to see the marks on my body, so... well, that's how things were just now.
I heave a tired sigh and peel off my white T-shirt and bra. There are the marks, bright red against my skin. I rub one on my chest, the one that's been stinging the most with my movements. Ouch.
"Wow, the teacher went too far," she says, putting her face very close to my chest. This girl has no respect for personal distance. "Give it to her instead, Annia, that looks painful."
She gets up and goes to the shower, giggling to herself. The rest of the womans follow, and for a second, I'm alone. I take off my pants, and my muscles complain, resentful. I find more marks: the whip's blows between my calves, bites and hickeys on my thighs. Each mark is a memory, and I run my hands over them as I relive them.
I look at the locker I've been assigned, where there are all the basics we might need: deodorant, a comb, a towel, flip-flops. And nothing else. I feel lucky they gave us flip-flops, so I won't ask for anything else.
Finally, I step into the public showers, where ten of us share a single bottle of shampoo, and there's barely enough room to squeeze through. The showers are in a long, three-foot-wide hallway with white tiles, and it's steamy. I step inside and soak myself under the running jets of hot water. I accidentally hit Francisca's bottom, and I'm surprised by its firmness. She apologizes, though she doesn't smile and keeps her eyes lowered the whole time. She's by far the oldest person here.
Annia passes me the bottle, and I have to pick it up with both hands because it's too big and heavy for me. I put it under my armpit; it's cold, and I let out a little yelp of surprise. This is my third shower of the day; now that I think about it, if I keep doing this, my skin is going to be ruined.
"Hey, what did you do to get stuck in here?" Silvia asks, soaping her hair. She has to shout to be heard over the falling water, which makes everyone turn to look at me. And there I am, idiot that I am, with the soap under my armpit, trying to get some of it into my hand and not onto the floor, where almost everything has already fallen.
"Um, why do you ask? I guess it's the same as everyone else," she said, swallowing.
"My girlfriend cheated on me, and to avoid social disapproval, she reported me. Since the other girl was also my ex, the statements were two against one," she replied, rolling her eyes as she rubbed her crotch. "These bitches... I taught them everything they know! They'll find out when I get out of here..."
Okay, confirmed she's a lesbian. I had my suspicions about going to the bathroom with the freckled girl, but I'm not one for preconceived ideas. I put the bottle on the floor and stand up carefully.
Flip-flops are really slippery.
"A friend was after me. He told me he'd been caught for a long time," I told her. It's not that I like to talk about it, but since she's opened up, I do too. "A good guy, or so I thought. We worked together for many years on a research project. So, well, we slept together. I'd only slept with another guy, in high school, and I was curious. I thought everything had gone well. Okay, yes, I said no to a few weird things he asked me to do, but it was our first date. I don't know, I thought... I don't know. Turns out he thought I was frigid. And given my history, my lawyer recommended this institution."
"Fucking lawyers. Fucking law. We used to live so well with sexual frustration," Silvia blurts out.
I laugh and lather my hair and groin thoroughly, feeling the hot water relax my muscles and sting my wounds.
"And you, Doña Francisca? What are you doing here?"
"A little more respect, kiddo," she growls, not looking at her.
"Oh, come on. I saw her moaning with that hipster."
"Jake," the older woman murmurs, pausing for a second and shivering at the memory.
"Uh-huh. It doesn't seem like much, but the way she almost came, it seems she has a good hand..."
Francisca gets angry and pushes him in the chest. Silvia loses her balance and falls on top of me, and since the floor is slippery, I end up with my ass on the floor and Silvia on top of me. What a mess! Luckily I didn't hit my head, but my ribs hurt from the woman's weight and I can't breathe.
"Sorry, little one!" "She says, bolting upright, but the floor is still slippery, and our bodies merge again, skin against skin, silky breasts meeting and cushioning our blows, her long legs between mine. The sensation is so intense it almost drowns out the pain shooting through my tailbone as the water rushes over us and the mist envelops us.
Silvia is so close to me she could kiss me, and her eyes widen at this, so I think she's going to.
"Are you all right?" Annie yells, pulling Silvia from my body, where she might have melted if I'd waited a little longer.
I moan, and I don't know if it's from the pain, my exhausted muscles, or because I've been robbed of that unfamiliar sensation that felt so pleasurable.