The first two hours of class went without any incident. Rebecca had to work hard to keep up with the subjects and quickly forgot about the figurine in her locker room. During the first break she stood alone nexto to the fence and pondered about the events last night and what she would learn tonight in the book club initiation session. Hopefully there were no humiliating rituals as she had already performed a major dare.
Next class consisted of two hours of arts. Today's topic was a bunch of flowers the students would have to paint from scratch. Rebecca sat there with about twenty other students and prepared the colours, painting brushes and cleaning material. Liz, the arts teacher, was explaining what the students should include in their work and what kind of strokes would be appropriate ("soft, rounded, tantalising, caressing"). Rebecca sighed at the language her teacher was using. It sounded so artificial and far away from the meagre results that the arts blocks would hold two hours later.
This time it was all different. Rebecca tipped the tip of her painting brush into the yellow paint. A sudden ticklish itching feeling spread over her back. Her head wheeled around as she suspected one of the boys painting on her. But the two boys behind her were playing with their mobile phones below the table and were clearly occupied afterwards. In a quick series the ticklish feeling appeared on other parts of the girl's skin, now in most places from her feet to her nose. In a rapid movement she scratched and writhed, thinking she might have an allergic reaction. Her heart was racing. Then she looked over to Carla, her neighbour. "Hey Carla" she whispered. "Is my skin red or something?" Carla looked over, said "no", and continued with a casual circle while Rebecca watched it. As if the circle had been painted on Rebecca's left nipple she could feel the wet brush teasing her bare skin. Instantly her nipples went hard. She bit on her lip, ignored all other ticklish spots, and glued her eyes to the next circle. Again her nipples were maliciously teased by Carla, unknowingly for her.
Rebecca was about to suffer terribly. Then she felt Liz standing next to her. "What is wrong? You are the only one who has not started." Biting her lip harder in order not to yell she picked up her brush and drew a circle similar to the one of Carla...
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