Gracie's After Story - Part 3

 After everything happened, Kylie and I filmed a few... videos together. Just a few, but I wasn’t sure what to expect when I returned to campus for classes on November 3rd. This was college after all, and I was sure everyone had looked at the porn videos of me. I mean, why wouldn’t they? Kylie had shared the link after all. It’s not like it was remotely a secret.

As I walked around, holding Kylie’s hand as I headed for class, two guys approached us while were in an area isolated away, taking a shortcut to class. “Hey, Mark, these two girls are the camgirl sluts,” one guy said.

“Oh wow, I didn’t know we had pornstar whores on campus, Derek,” Mark said.

“I think these girls should show us some moves, what do you think?” Derek asked.

“Oh yeah, these whores need to learn a lesson,” Mark said, pinning me against a wall, while Derek grabbed Kylie and shoved her also against a wall.

“Please, leave us alone,” I said. “We just want to go to class.”

Mark reached for my skirt and lifted it up. “Oh look, Gracie the Slut is wearing cotton panties,” Mark said. “Practically begging for some attention.”

“Let her go!” Kylie yelled, but Derek covered her mouth.

“Shut up, you little slut. Mark here just needs to teach Gracie a lesson,” Derek said.

I felt terrified as Mark reached for my panties and pulled them down while also unzipping his own pants. “Oh the slut actually is bare!” Mark yelled. “Well let me show you what a cock feels like, instead of those toys.”

I struggled against Mark’s grip. “Help me!” I yelled out.

Kylie squirmed and managed to stomp on Derek’s foot and then kick him in the balls making him release her. She then shoved Mark to the ground. “I said let her go you fucking perverted assholes!” Kylie yelled.

“What is going on?” A male voice asked.

We turned to see the dean, who had just turned the corner to see me lying on the ground, panties at my ankles with Derek and Mark on the ground.

“These pigs were trying to sexually assault Gracie and myself,” Kylie said.

“Grayson Stein and Kylie Morris is it?” The dean asked. “And I recognize these guys too. Mark Eiling and Derek Jacobs. You two are hereby expelled from this college. You are to pack your bags and move out immediately or we will take further actions. Sexual assault is never tolerated at this campus. I will make sure to let the rest of the school know about this action. Gracie, Kylie, you’re free to go, would you like someone to escort you to class?”

“Thank you, sir. I think we’ll be okay from here,” Kylie said. “I’ll make sure Gracie’s okay too.”

“Very well, if you need any help, don’t hesitate to call. It was lucky I came along when I did, I was heading for a meeting and heard commotion, figured I’d better see what it was,” the dean said.

“Thank you again,” Kylie said as she helped me up, sliding my panties back up and taking us away from everyone.

She set me down on a bench when we were finally away. “Gracie, are you okay?” she asked, softly.

I didn’t even realize I was crying as I sat there. “I...I don’t know,” I whispered.

“We don’t have to go to class. I’m sure the professor will understand,” Kylie said. “Let’s just stay here for a moment. I can’t believe that happened. I knew it would maybe be bad, but that wasn’t what I was expecting. I’m so sorry, Gracie. This is my fault. I forced you into all of this.”

“No, Kylie,” I said. “Don’t apologize. Please, I still want this. I just... I was just scared. I didn’t know what was happening. I didn’t... I thought that maybe... I was just... scared.”

“Is there anything I can do?” Kylie asked.

“Just be here for me,” I said as I cried into her shoulder as she wrapped an arm around me.

“Okay, I’m here. I’m not leaving. I will protect you, Gracie,” Kylie said.

I could hear everyone talking about me, everyone whispering about me. It wasn’t just Mark or Derek, it was everyone. They thought I couldn’t hear, but I could. Everyone was whispering about what a whore I was, what a slut I was. And what’s worse was seeing Kylie involved in all of this. Seeing Derek grabbing her, shoving her, hurting her because of me. Kylie had kept all of this a secret for so long, but now everyone knew because of the videos.

“Gracie, please don’t blame yourself for this,” Kylie said. “I know you probably are, but you shouldn’t. I knew what I was getting myself into when I decided to do this. And I’m okay with that, but don’t blame yourself, please. It’s okay. I’m here. I’ll protect you.”

She kissed me on my forehead and then on my cheek and finally on my lips. And I just leaned against her, letting all of my emotions out.