am-books Chapter 32: Legs and Eggs
Chapter 32: Legs and Eggs
Chapter 32: Legs and Eggs
The morning sun glints off Erica's blonde hair as we approach the school. Her long locks cascade over her leather jacket, catching the light like strands of molten gold. The air buzzes with the excited chatter of students milling about the courtyard, their voices a symphony of teenage energy.
As we near the entrance, a flash of green catches my eye. It's Anita Scoops, her poorly dyed hair sticking out like a sore thumb among the sea of more natural hues. She's darting between groups of students, microphone in hand, her hazel eyes wide with desperation behind her thick glasses.
I quickly hide my face behind Erica. I don’t want to be near anyone looking into this whole Lindsey thing after all.
"Hey! You there! Want to be on my podcast? I’m currently investigating the sudden suicide of Lindsey Carter!" she calls out to a startled freshman, who quickly scurries away. Undeterred, Anita spins on her heel, nearly tripping over her own feet as she approaches a cluster of giggling cheerleader boys. "Gentlemen! How about an exclusive interview for 'Salem Sleuths'? With me, the host, Anita Scoops! I promise it'll boost your social media following!"
The cheerleaders exchange bemused glances before politely declining and moving on. Anita's shoulders slump for a moment, but she quickly perks up, scanning the crowd for her next potential interviewee.
Justine, who's been watching this spectacle with growing amusement, decides to make a move. Before I can stop her she saunters over to Anita, her fiery red hair bouncing with each confident step. "Hey there, Green Bean," she purrs, leaning in close. "I'd love to be on your podcast. We could have a real... intimate discussion."
I immediately look to Nikki to see her reaction because I ship her and Justine really hard, but Nikki’s rocking a strong poker face right now. “Fuck!” I voice my frustration out loud.
Anita's eyes widen in surprise, then narrow in discomfort. She takes a step back, almost stumbling over her own feet. "Oh, um, thanks, but... pass," she mumbles, her cheeks flushing a deep red that clashes horribly with her hair. "I'm looking for, uh, more hard-hitting news stories. Yeah, that's it."
Justine shrugs, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Your loss, Scoops. Let me know if you change your mind about that 'hard-hitting' interview." She winks and saunters away, leaving Anita flustered and even more determined to find a willing participant for her podcast.
As we watch this unfold, Erica leans in close, her breath warm against my ear. "What a shitshow," she murmurs, her voice a mix of amusement and disdain. "C'mon, let's get to class before Scoops tries to rope us into her little circus." She wraps an arm around my waist, guiding me towards the school entrance, leaving behind the chaos of Anita's desperate quest for podcast fame.
I can't help but notice how Erica's presence parts the sea of students like Moses and the Red Sea. It's both intimidating and oddly comforting.
"Jason!" Justine calls out, her green eyes sparkling with mischief despite the absolute tragic and public L she just took. "What games have you been into lately? Any good ones?"
I hesitate, memories of the dark room and restraints flashing through my mind. "Honestly, Justine, I'm still kind of just... adjusting. Haven't really had time for games."
Justine's face falls, and I immediately feel a pang of guilt. "Oh, right. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"
"It's cool," I interrupt, forcing a smile. "I appreciate you asking, though."
Erica's hand finds the small of my back, a subtle gesture of support that sends warmth through my body. I lean into her touch, grateful for her steady presence.
Justine's expression brightens again. "Well, speaking of adjusting, I just started watching Chainsaw Woman, and holy fuck, Makima is my new waifu. I want to lick that scary bitch clean! Head to fucking toe."
I blink, caught off guard by her enthusiasm. "Uh, sounds cool. I haven't watched it yet."
"You should!" Justine gushes. "The animation is insane, and Makima is just... ugh, perfection. Every time I see her, my discharge leaks out of me. Just a little, but I'm not joking."
I nod, not really sure how to respond to that. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Erica shifting uncomfortably.
"I've never read the manga," Erica says suddenly, her voice tight.
Justine and I both turn to look at her, confused. "No one mentioned the manga." I say with a smile, slowly studying Erica's face. She's avoiding eye contact.
‘Is she hiding manga in her room. I wonder if she has any hidden hentai or porn books then?’ I make a note to search her room later.
As we round the corner towards our lockers, my heart nearly stops. Lyra is standing there, her lone visible eye red-rimmed and puffy. The sight of her eye patch sends a jolt of guilt through me, even as my skin crawls with remembered fear.
Erica reacts instantly, her body coiling like a spring as she steps in front of me. "Back off, cyclunt," she snarls, fists clenching at her sides.
I grab Erica's arm, my fingers digging into her toned muscle. "Wait," I hiss, my voice barely above a whisper. "Remember Alicia Carter? If we touch Lyra, I’m pretty sure that fucks up our deal."
Erica's jaw clenches, but she doesn't move. I can feel the tension radiating off her in waves.
Lyra takes a shaky step forward, tears spilling from her remaining eye. "Jason, please," she chokes out. "I'm so sorry. I know what I did was unforgivable, but—"
"I already forgave you," I cut her off, my voice surprisingly steady despite the churning in my gut. "I took your...” I don’t want to say it at school. “We're even."
Lyra flinches at the mention of her eye, her hand unconsciously moving to touch the patch. "But I need to make amends," she pleads. "I can't live with this guilt."
I feel no pity for her. Who is she to dump her guilt on me after what she did?
"Tough shit," Erica spits, her blue eyes blazing. "Jason might've forgiven you, but I sure as hell haven't. You're lucky I don't rip out your other eye right now."
I should feel shocked by Erica's viciousness, but I relish her vibe. "Erica," I murmur, squeezing her arm gently. "It's okay. Let's just go."
As we push past Lyra, I catch a glimpse of her crumpling to the floor, sobs wracking her small frame.
As we walk away from Lyra, Erica's grip on my hand tightens. Her eyes dart around the crowded hallway, scanning for potential threats. Suddenly, she tugs me towards the girls' bathroom.
"Poop?" I ask, glancing nervously at the girl sign on the door.
It’s annoying, but she keeps taking me into the girl's bathroom since we’ve been reunited.
"Pee.” She states to my pleasure. Smelling her shits is gross.
"If we keep this up, someone might see me here?" I ask, fidgeting as Erica locks us in a stall.
"Then they'll deal with me," she growls, her voice echoing slightly off the bathroom stall’s walls. "Your safety is more important than their delicate sensibilities."
I lean against the stall door, trying to make myself as small as possible while Erica does her business. The sound of her zipper and rustling clothes makes my cheeks burn. This is definitely not how I expected to spend my morning.
After she finishes wizzing, we exit the stall together. As Erica heads to the sink, I hear the bathroom door swing open. My heart leaps into my throat as I come face to face with Skye Rider, the arguably coolest girl in school.
“Alright.” Erica speaks with hesitance, but I can feel it in my bones. She wants to see this bitch become an Egg fiend too.
“How the hell do we even test this?” I wonder.
"Well," Skye purrs, taking a step closer to me. "I suppose we'd need some eggs, a private location, and a very open mind."
*****
We are hanging out in the supply shed next to the baseball field. No one goes near it at this time of day, so we should be fine. Even if we aren’t, it's not my pussy on the line.
The musty air of the supply shed tickles my nose as I watch Erica carefully remove five eggs from the carton we "borrowed" from the cafeteria.
Erica's fingers tremble slightly as she hands the eggs to Skye, her blue eyes narrowed with a mix of curiosity and challenge. Skye accepts them with a cocky grin, her grey eyes sparkling with mischief. She turns the smooth, oval shapes over in her hands as if appraising their quality.
"So," Skye drawls, her voice low and teasing, "what do I get if I can fit four of these babies up my honey pot?"
Erica's jaw clenches, her posture stiffening. "What do you want?" she asks cautiously, her tone guarded.
A sly smile spreads across Skye's face as she leans in close to me, her breath warm against my ear. "How about a kiss from Jason here?" she purrs.
Before I can tell her to kill herself, she beats me to the punch.
"I'm just kidding!" she exclaims, winking at me. "I know you're not on the market, lover boy." Her gaze shifts back to Erica, who looks like she’s about to freak out. "How about this, if I can get four eggs in my queef box, I get to eat lunch with you guys from now on."
Erica considers this for a moment, then nods slowly. “okay.”
"And if I manage five eggs, I want a sleepover at your place, Erica. I've always wondered what the inside of the Knight mansion looks like."
The air crackles with electricity as Erica and Skye stare each other down. I hold my breath, waiting for Erica's response.
"Deal," Erica says.
‘Thank god. I want to see this girl's face so bad when the eggs crack inside of her!’ I’m on the edge of my seat in my head, watching this play out.
Erica steps behind me, her warm breath tickling my neck as she gently places her hands over my eyes.
‘This doesn’t surprise me at all. I figured this is what would happen.’
"Alright, Skye, you're good to go," she says, her voice a mix of challenge and amusement.
I feel a flutter of excitement and nervousness in my stomach. "Erica," I whisper, "if she cracks them, please let me see. I want to witness the disaster."
Erica's lips brush against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Sure, sweetie." she murmurs, planting a soft kiss on my neck. I melt into her touch, momentarily forgetting about the bizarre scenario unfolding before us.
The shed fills with the sounds of rustling fabric and Skye's determined grunts. I strain my ears, trying to piece together what's happening based on the noises alone. There's a sharp intake of breath, followed by a low moan that makes me feel a little weird.
"One down," Skye announces triumphantly. "This is easier than I thought."
More rustling, another grunt. "Two," she calls out, her voice slightly strained now.
I hear her shifting position, followed by a series of small gasps. "Three," she manages, her breathing heavier. "God, this feels so weird."
There's a long pause filled with labored breathing and the occasional whimper. Finally, Skye lets out a triumphant laugh. "Four! Let's go! I fucking did it!"
Erica's hands drop from my eyes, and I blink rapidly, adjusting to the dim light of the shed. Skye stands before us, her face flushed and her hair slightly mussed, but wearing a victorious grin. Her skirt is down, so there's nothing to really indicate that it happened. I look to Erica, but she nods.
“Are you going to go for five?” I ask. Erica can sense my hopes and dreams on the line.
Skye hesitates, her confident demeanor faltering slightly as she contemplates the fifth egg. "I... I don't know," she says, her voice wavering. "Four was already pushing it."
Erica senses my eagerness and sighs. "If you're going for five, Jason can watch it one go in," she says, her tone a mix of resignation and amusement. “Theres nothing really sexy about this.”
Skye's cheeks flush a deep crimson, but there's a glimmer of determination in her eyes. "You know what? Fuck it. I've come this far, might as well go all the way," she declares, her bravado returning.
With trembling fingers, Skye reaches for the hem of her skirt. She takes a deep breath, then slowly lifts the fabric, revealing smooth, pale thighs. My eyes widen as I catch a glimpse of her underwear, already slightly damp from the stimulation of her previous efforts.
Skye moves her panties out of the way and positions the egg at her entrance, wincing slightly as she begins to press it inside. The egg slides in smoothly at first, disappearing inch by inch. Skye's face contorted in concentration, her breathing becoming more labored with each passing second.
‘It’s like a reverse birth.’ I think in disgust.
Gritting her teeth as she pushes harder. The egg is about halfway in when suddenly, a sickening crack echoes through the shed. Skye's eyes widen in horror as a cascade of even more wet crack sounds follows, each one making us all flinch.
"Oh god," Skye whimpers, her face draining of color. "Oh god, oh god, oh god."
We watch in stunned silence as a mixture of egg whites and yolks begins to seep out from between Skye's legs, trickling down her thighs in viscous rivulets. The acrid smell of raw eggs fills the air, making my stomach churn.
Skye looks utterly mortified, her earlier bravado completely shattered along with the eggs. "This is fucking disgusting. I... I can't believe I’ve done this. This isn’t even like me." she whispers as if she’s confused about how she got caught up in all this. "Ugh, is this gonna hurt coming out?” She looks at Erica, but Erica just shrugs while she laughs at Skye.
At this point, I follow Erica’s lead and start dying laughing. “Yeah, that's a really tough break, Skye. Anyways, welcome to the lunch brigade. Talk to Justine for the rules.” I say as I grab Erica’s hand and walk away. “See you then.” I end it.
“There are rules?” Skye stared at us, dismayed as an endless stream of egg kept leaking out of her now sorrowful vagina.
*****
Skye didn’t end up showing up to lunch today. She skipped class after we did the egg thing. If I had to speculate as to why, I would assume five broken eggs were simply too much to deal with at school.