Four fingers strummed against the table, and in the empty room of the Student Council, those strums let out tapping noises that bounced around the walls before they divided into Girl Jordan's ear. She didn't plan on spending the afternoon alone with only her thoughts for company, but like many days, that was just how it ended up.

"It's lonely at the top," she grumbled.

Of course, it wasn't like she was in a rush to call her fellow council members for company. She was, if she was being honest with herself, annoyed with them. And yes, she was perfectly willing to admit that it was because of Lincoln. She was the one who first noticed he had a problem. She was the one who told everyone they needed to show him their love. She was the one who loved him the most, the one who loved him because he was always there to spend time with her, even in her loneliest, most dreary hours…

So why were they the ones throwing themselves at him?

Part of her recognized it was her fault. It was her ideas and orders that made the other girls decide to have sex with Lincoln. But when she came up with that plan, she was planning on being the one to comfort him first. She loved that boy like she couldn't explain, so she wanted to be there to console him with her words, body and soul. But now she was having her turn last, while Cristina and Mollie, who barely even liked him, got to go before her. Girl Jordan could even be slightly happy for Stella and Shay getting with Lincoln, because Stella was his friend and Shay always had a crush on him that she was too shy to express, but the other two? If she were less dignified, she would be grinding her teeth.

"Maybe I should calm down. It's not like they hate him or anything," she muttered. Her fingers rose off the table and began massaging her temple. "Maybe this will be a good thing for them. Maybe they'll get closer to Lincoln. That'll make our meetings go a lot smoother."

Still, the serpent of envy was latched to her heart, pumping jealous venom in through its long fangs. But Girl Jordan recognized that part of it was her fault, so the least she could was be happy for her friends. Lincoln may not have been a hunk or anything, but he was a kind person. There are worse people to lose your virginity to.

"I don't even know why I came here," Girl Jordan said to herself, looking around the room. "It's not like I called a meeting, and I doubt anyone needs to see me for anything. I think I'll just wrap up and go."

She gathered up a few unorganized papers and placed them carefully in a folder, before putting that folder in her elegant, blue backpack. But just as she was standing up, she heard a faint knocking at the door, and noticed a dark shadow peaking in through the window.

"Oh, uh, yes, come in," the brunette stammered. Who was still around at this hour?

The door pried open slowly, and a black shoe took a tentative step forward. Around the corner peaked the pale face of her friend, Shay, partially obscured by black hair. Girl Jordan smiled at her, and sighed a thankful breath. "Hello, Shay. Do you need anything from me?"

Shay nodded quickly, the stray strand of her hair bouncing wildly across her face. Girl Jordan beckoned her to sit next to her, and offered her a bottle of water. "Thirsty?" she asked. Shay nodded again and accepted the drink. As she gulped down the cool water, Girl Jordan asked her "So what brings you around to the office? You know meetings are canceled until we solve our representative's little depression problem, right?"

Shay put the water down, and stared directly at Girl Jordan, not saying a word. "Oh right, you don't talk much. Sorry," the president said, smiling apologetically.

No one really understood why Shay never spoke. She wasn't mute, not in the medical sense, nor did she have some incident that forced her to remain quiet. Some joked that it was a religious thing, but Girl Jordan suspected that Shay's infamous shyness was far more dramatic and devastating than anyone else realized. The dark haired girl had a deep inability to talk to others, and Girl Jordan sympathized greatly.

Maybe I should do something for her after we're done with Lincoln. Not sex, obviously, but maybe I can take her out for the weekend and just try and get her to open up.

"Are you here for something to do with Lincoln?"

Her cheeks instantly began to glow, and Shay ducked her eyes to the ground, and dug her fingers into her palm. She gave the faintest hint of a nod, and Girl Jordan reached to touch her shoulder. Shay's entire body jumped at the touch, but when she looked up into Girl Jordan's amber eyes, she was calmed by the girl's soothing aura.

"You're really brave for doing this for him, you know that?" Girl Jordan told her. "I know how shy you are, especially about your crush on him, but the fact that you're still going through with this tells me how brave you really are."

Shay looked into Girl Jordan's eyes, her own wide and expectant, as if she were asking 'Do you really mean that?'

The higher ranking girl nodded. "I'm happy for you, Shay. Now what did you come here about specifically?"

The timid girl reached into her backpack to pull out a long sheet of paper, folded over about ten times. She offered it to Girl Jordan, who took it from her and unfolded it to read. Her eyes scanned the page, and Shay watched with sheepish embarrassment as Girl Jordan's eyes got wider with every word. By the time she reached the end of Shay's note, her mouth had almost dropped to the floor.

"W-wow… I was not, um, expecting to see this now… or ever, really..."

Shay let out a little cry, and covered her burning face with her hands, and Girl Jordan quickly realized her mistake. "Wait, Shay, wait. I'm sorry. I just… this is a lot to take in. But this is what you want so… is this really what you want, Shay?"

The other girl uncovered her face, and nodded.

"Okay, okay. We can do this. I'm glad you let me know about this now, since today was Stella's day. Tomorrow is your big day, so I think I'll be able to prepare something for you. Since you're, er, so sure about this."

A bright, beaming smile shot across Shay's lips, and she clapped her hands together with glee. She almost reached over to hug Girl Jordan, but her powerful fear of human contact prevailed, so she just flashed her a thumbs-up. As Girl Jordan scratched her head, trying to figure out how to accommodate her friend's request, Shay leaned back on her chair and let her mind be filled with fluffy thoughts of Lincoln.

She had always had a crush on him, though that may not exactly be saying much since she had a crush on nearly every guy she ever met, as if the Cupid wanted to compound shy awkwardness into her genetic code. Still, Lincoln intrigued her in his own special way. He seemed so out-going and confident, even when he was completely in the wrong. There was one week where he was coming to school wearing clown makeup and cheese circles on his head, all with a big, dumb grin on his face. Did he not realize that he looked like a complete jackass?

Well, he probably did, seeing how he did wear a donkey costume one time.

But it was that confidence he had… the confidence that allowed him to embarrass himself with home videos for his sisters, the confidence that allowed him to show up to school after he had ran from Girl Jordan's party in his underwear, the confidence that allowed him to bounce back from anything… that was what made Shay so intrigued by him. And the more she studied him from afar, the deeper she fell in love with him.

She shivered, and her body felt warm.

She'd have her moment soon…

"Gotta pee… gotta pee… gotta pee..." Lincoln repeated as he rushed down the halls to the bathroom. He bust into one of the stalls, unzipped his pants, and relieved himself with a relaxed sigh. He was mildly annoyed with his teacher, though. The moment he had raised his hand and asked if he could be excused, she turned to him with a shrewish look and asked "Well, you had a lunch break. Why didn't go then?"

"Maybe because I did all my eating and drinking during lunch. You ever thought about that?" Lincoln growled in a low voice as he felt himself finish. He fixed his pants and turned to unlock the door, and when he stepped outside of his stall, he noticed that, curiously, the urinals were all gone.

And the bathroom was a different color.

And come to think of it, the toilers were a lot cleaner than they usually…

I'm in the girl's bathroom, aren't I?

The door besides him opened, and he screamed as Girl Jordan emerged. Girl Jordan also screamed, not expecting to see a boy, let alone Lincoln, in the bathroom with her. "LINCOLN?!" she cried as she nearly fell back. "What are you doing here?"

"S-Sorry. I thought this was the boy's bathroom."

"Okay, I get that," Girl Jordan said, putting a hand on her chest to check her surprised heartbeat. "Just… wow, I was not expecting this. Still, this is a good thing. You're just the guy I was looking for."

"You were looking for me?"

I'm always looking for you. Now get in my basement so I never have to look for you again.

Girl Jordan didn't say that. Instead, she nodded and said "Don't worry, it has nothing to do with Student Council. Well, maybe a little. It has to do with Shay. She told me… er, wrote to me in a note, to tell you something urgent."

Lincoln raised his eyebrows.

"She said that she wants you to meet her in the chemistry lab. Come with me, I'll explain when we get there."

Girl Jordan smirked. She didn't usually give in to her more lecherous side, preferring to stand dignified, but she did enjoy placing a special emphasis on the first three words of her second sentence. It was subtle, but Girl Jordan knew that such a phrase would stick in his ear for a while.

The two of them left the bathroom together, and walked down the halls to the lab. By official orders, the labs were supposed to be closed, but Girl Jordan must've had some nepotistic pull over the people in charge, because when they came to the closed off door, the young woman simply reached into her purse-like backpack and pulled out a rusted metal key. She jammed it into the lock and twisted the door open, and the two stepped into the dim room. Lincoln reached for the light switch and turned the lights on, and that was when he noticed her.

His jaw dropped when he saw Shay lying on one of the long lab tables, back pressed against the table. She was wearing a long and open blue dress, and Lincoln gasped when he noticed that she was wearing nothing underneath, her womanhood dripping with clear fluid. Worst of all, her eyes were closed and her breaths resembled… soft snoring…

"G-G-Girl Jordan… wh-what is this? Is she alright?" he cried as he rushed over to her side.

"Yes, Lincoln, she's not dying or anything," Girl Jordan began to explain as she walked over to his side. "In fact, I did this to her."

"You what?"

The brunette nodded. "She came to me and asked me to put her to sleep… not in the grim way, of course. So I cooked up something that would leave her asleep for a few hours. And before you ask me why she wanted to be asleep… well, here's the thing, Lincoln… she really likes you. Really, really likes you. But of course, she was way too shy to ever tell you about it. But now that she's asleep, she won't feel to bashful about you doing to her what she's always wanted you to do."

Lincoln gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing. "What does she want me to do to her?"

The president's grin was beyond impish at this point. "What all boys do with the girls they love? Give them a fairytale, romantic happy ending. Only when the prince found Sleeping Beauty, he didn't just kiss her. He did things to her, and nine months later, she was awoken by a pair of twins suckling her for milk. So, Lincoln… be her prince~"

Girl Jordan took her cue to leave, turning away from the boy and his sleeping date, but just before she could take a step into the hall, Lincoln stopped her. "Girl Jordan, seriously, what's been going on? Why is everyone acting like this all of a sudden? It's so weird, and it makes no sense… I'm really confused. Why?!"

Girl Jordan turned back to him, but this time her face wasn't smiling. It was a light frown, and the look in her eyes told him that she knew something he didn't… and that it was killing her inside. "Orders of a madwoman, Linc," she said ominously.

Then he saw a flicker of a smile on her face. "You've straightened your back recently. A few days ago, you were walking around like you were dragging yourself."

And then she left, leaving a very confused Lincoln alone with a very asleep Shay.

He looked down at his peer, at the peaceful and serene look on her slumbering face. "W-Well, if she wants me to..."

He reached down uneasily to the feet of her dress, and began to slow raise it up to her skinny stomach. Her skin was incredibly pale, he noted, which made it all the more striking when he noticed how glistening her pussy was. Lincoln couldn't even imagine what she had been thinking of that left her so excited. Actually, he could imagine. He didn't like what he saw.

His hand reached for her sex, fingers trembling and shaking as they went, until they finally made contact with her bare skin. His index finger made round circles around her vagina, lubing itself up with her shlick. It began to approach her opening, millimeter by millimeter, until Lincoln finally whispered to himself "Here goes."

His finger plunged into her depths, and wormed around through her velvet halls. It was still an odd sensation, and a bit different than when he played around with Cristina. Her walls seemed tighter and wetter, as if she had never touched herself in her entire life. Was she really so ashamed of sexuality that she never masturbated once? Lincoln didn't know if he should be impressed or feel sorry for her.

So what that means is that what I'm doing now is the only sexual gratification she'll feel until she gets married or something… shit, now I actually feel bad about feeling bad about having sex with the sleeping girl…

But no more. Upon his realization, all thoughts of guilt vanished as Lincoln realized he needed to make sure Shay felt the best time of her life, to make up for all that time she spent repressed. He pulled her legs closer to him, dragging her entire body across the table, and knelt his head to bring it closer to her quivering lips. There was the overwhelming scent and heat he had come to associate with the female body, and it made him feel instantly dizzy. What didn't help was that the blood from his head was quickly swimming its way towards his pants…

Lincoln stuck out his tongue, and pressed it against the base of her vagina. He licked up slowly, taking his time to enjoy the fleshy, shlicky flavor on his taste buds. She was a lot sweeter than Stella, Lincoln mentally noted, especially when his tongue hit a certain spot which caused her to spritz a little of her girl cum into his mouth. When Lincoln reached the top, he played around with her nub, which made her entire body shake with force, but she still didn't wake up.

His oral onslaught continued, Lincoln getting into it with vigor. He was so adventurous that his tongue lapped up against the puckered hole beneath the first one, and Lincoln had to shamefully admit that he kinda liked it. He moved her closer to him, pressing her feet on his shoulders and keeping her thighs on either side of his head while he lashed her clit with his agile tongue. He was honestly impressed with how she didn't wake despite all the action. Compliments to GJ for her potion.

He heard slight whimpers from her, and felt like she was about to cum. "That soon?" he asked as he took a break, before he remembered that she was a suppressed virgin with horny fantasies of being fucked while she was asleep. If anything, she should have finished the moment he breathed on her. But that didn't stop Lincoln from continuing what he had started. Every flick of his tongue buried deeper and deeper inside her womanhood, and he dug his fingers into her thin legs for more support. His own hand reached down to his rock-hard cock, and he patted it through his jeans to calm it as he licked the young woman's shaven cunt. He felt a stream of trickle land on his face, and pulled back as more followed. The young woman orgasmed in her sleep, her toes curling and her hands shaking as girl cum poured out of her like a pitcher.

"Aw, man, my clothes got soaked," Lincoln whined as he looked down at his orange shirt, which got blasted during Shay's climax. "How am I supposed to go back to class like this?"

Who gives a shit about class? You have a beautiful girl here that wants you, and she's not even going to talk while you do her.

"Wow, that was a pretty misogynist thought. Am I misogynist? I need to do some repentance at the local subreddit."

But that would have to wait for another time. His brain was right. When he looked upon her sleeping face, he noticed that she seemed more relaxed. A cute smile had sprouted on her usually anxious face, and her whole body teemed with relaxation and bliss. He cupped her cheek in his hand, and he smiled lightly. "I know you can't hear me, but I know you can feel me," Lincoln said, before he swooped to peck her cheek. In a weird way, he knew that he was making a connection with her, and that feeling made him feel warm inside.

He wanted to give more to this wonderful cutie.

He reached to grasp Shay's thighs, and bent them so that her legs were pressing against her body, neatly tucked into it. Taking hold of her cheeks, he spread her legs apart, opening them up to him. Some of her remaining nectar dripping onto the floor, making a puddle at his feet, and Lincoln licked his lips hungrily as he undid his own pants. They dropped to the floor, followed by his underwear and then his shirt, leaving Lincoln completely nude in front of Shay.

"If you were awake right now, our faces would both be pretty red," he chuckled. His cheeks blushed anyways, but that was more to do with the fact that he was about to make love to his lovely classmate.

Lincoln got on the table with her, pressing his weight very lightly on top, and making sure that he didn't hurt her. The exposed flesh of the young, bottomless girl below him made his cock throb harder. Her face was centimeters away from his hungry mouth and lustful eyes, and he closed the distance with a delicate kiss on the lips. He felt a shiver, not just from the cold of the room, but from his manhood grinding itself on her sex, just waiting and begging him to let it penetrate her walls. He ran his thumb over his head, wetting it with pre-cum and even pleasuring himself by teasing his glans. He then directed his cock to aim at her hole, as if like a spear. With head pressed against entrance, Lincoln finally decided it was time to let his man-root take root.

With her wetness oozing across his shaft, he entered her.

He heard a soft groan from her, and for a moment wondered if this was enough to wake her. But Girl Jordan's concoction proved too strong, and Shay's head simply rolled as she let out another adorable moan.

Sliding down, his girth seemed fill her completely, as he almost instantly hit the end of her tunnel, but the burning heat buried inside her body engulfed him, urging him to keep following it down her rabbit hole. When he felt that the walls of her womanhood had been spread far enough, Lincoln's hips began to rock as he settled onto (and into) her, his shaft gliding in and out of her dewy folds.

"You're really tight," he grunted, sweat starting to form on his forehead.

As he continued to thrust himself deeper inside her, panting and groaning on his lonesome, Lincoln still couldn't take his eyes off Shay. Her inky black hair was more messy and her head rubbed against the wood of the table, and the beads of sweat forming at her forehead only served to make her more beautiful. It was like he was seeing a different side to her. Of course, knowing that she consented to being knocked out and having the boy of her dreams ram into her… she probably did have a lot of sides to her he didn't know about...

His hard shaft throbbed as he was pumping into her body, and his entire frame shook. He could feel an orgasm approaching.

That was when Lincoln increased his pace, reached around to tie Shay's legs around his body to lock him inside her. He reached down to her chest, to her petite breasts, and began rubbing her hard nipples. That did the trick, as after that her inner muscles began to squeeze his erection as she came, moaning loudly in her sleep as if it were nothing more than a wet dream. But it was more to Lincoln, who groaned at the tight feeling, and muttered "I'm going to c-"

He didn't finish that statement, as Shay's body squeezed an orgasm out of him. His erection burst inside her body, dousing her eggs with boiling seed. He hugged her as he came, pumping his hips with every rope that he dumped into her. He heard a gasp in his ear, and looked to see that she was finally awake, her cyan eyes opened and wide for the sight and feeling of Lincoln finishing in her womb.

"Uh.. Shay! I can… I can..."

There wasn't much he could do. What he was supposed to say in a situation like that?

For a moment, her face turned redder than he had ever seen on another human being in his entire life. But then, to his surprise, Shay seemed to calm herself, returning to a pinker complexion.

"Are you, uh… you know..." Lincoln sputtered.

Then the unbelievable happened.

She smiled.

She kissed him on his nose, patting his freckled cheeks as she rode out the fleeting traces of euphoria with him. When she finally let out an almost inaudible moan, she rose, gripping Lincoln's shaft and pulling it out of her. Her walls collapsed and crashed into each other as the intruder left, and when the tip of his dick was finally out of her body, a string of white cum still connected them.

The two sat by each other's side for almost an hour after that. Lincoln worried that if he spoke, she'd feel pressured to speak and return to her tensed self. When he looked over to her, and noticed how serene and peaceful she seemed, especially by the calm smile on her face…

He realized that they might have inadvertently helped each other.