Bethany dragged herself into school, her backpack feeling like a lead weight on her shoulders.

The morning had been a nightmare. The relentless cramping, the feverish chills, the horrifying evacuation of her bowels. It felt like she was shattering apart from the inside.

Clara hadn't even come with her, leaving shortly after breakfast to go home, feeling too sick for school.

Something was seriously wrong with her.

She felt a fresh wave of nausea, clamping a hand over her mouth as she leaned against the row of metal lockers. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the dizzy spell to pass.

"Hey, you alright?"

Bethany looked up. It was Maya, Alex's rainbow-haired friend. The last person on earth Bethany wanted to see right now.

"Fuck off," Bethany mumbled.

Maya raised a pierced eyebrow.

"Rough morning?" she asked. "Or are you always this charming?"

"Go suck my 'sister's' dick," Bethany shot back, then regretted it instantly as another spasm wracked her abdomen.

Maya smirked.

"You enjoy..." she said. "Whatever it is you're going through, freshman."

Bethany watched her walk away, then stumbled toward her first class. She made it through by the skin of her teeth, spending most of the period with her head on her desk, trying not to throw up on her textbook.

During lunch, she couldn't eat. She just sat at the table, staring at the tray of unappetizing cafeteria food. Her friends chattered around her, their voices a dull hum.

Another cramp seized her, this one so sharp it stole her breath.

"You look like you're about to die," one of her friends, a bubbly cheerleader named Jessica, said.

"I'm fine," Bethany lied, her voice tight. "Just... cramps."

She stumbled from the lunchroom, heading for the nurse's office. She just needed to lie down.

The nurse was a stern-looking woman with grey hair pulled into a tight bun.

"Well, you certainly don't look well," the nurse said after Bethany described her symptoms. "I can give you some anti-nausea meds and a painkiller, which should settle you. But you should make a doctor's appointment soon."

Bethany nodded, eager for the relief. The pills went down with a cup of water, and the nurse directed her to one of the cots in the back room.

"Rest here for a bit," the nurse said, gesturing to one of the cots. "I'll tell your teachers."

Bethany laid down, the cool fabric a small comfort against her heated skin. She closed her eyes.

Within an hour, Bethany was up and back to class. The medicine the nurse gave her was doing its job.

The nausea ebbed to a manageable hum, and the ache in her belly dulled to a faint throb. Some energy returned to her limbs, the leaden feeling giving way to a familiar, light-headed restlessness. She even felt good enough to sub for another girl on the cheerleading squad who twisted her ankle in gym.

She strutted onto the field, her tight uniform hugging her developing curves and her hair tied back in a neat, high ponytail.

The other girls eyed her with a mix of envy and concern, but she brushed it off, determined to shine.

As the whistle blew, she moved through the familiar routines. A high kick, a toe touch, a herkie.

The usual crowd of boys was gathered on the sidelines, their eyes glued to the girls, just in time for their most complicated stunt. The pyramid.

The captain of the squad shouted the count. Bethany ran towards the formation, ready to launch.

She gathered all her strength, her legs coiling like springs.

"Go!" the captain yelled.

Bethany vaulted into the air, her body a perfect, arched line. She reached the pinnacle of the jump, her body balanced for a breathtaking moment.

Then, at the apex, having exerted herself, with two squad mates holding her ankles and the crowd watching her from below, it happened.

A sharp cramp twisted through her lower belly, so intense it felt like a hook had been lodged in her gut and yanked hard. Then something shifted inside. She felt a wetness bloom between her legs.

It wasn't blood. It wasn't urine.

Whatever it was, some of it spurted out, a thin stream of brown liquid that traced a path down her inner thigh, some of it falling onto the upturned faces of the two girls holding her.

"What the fuck?" one of the girls cried out, dropping Bethany's ankle instantly.

The pyramid collapsed. Bethany landed hard on the unforgiving turf, the breath knocked from her lungs.

The girls recoiled and gagged at the smell.

Bethany looked down quickly, seeing the brown stain was stark against her bright white cheer panties. She quickly pulled her skirt over the mess, but she had seen the looks on their faces.

The crowd of boys who had watched her with such desire moments before were now jeering and pointing. Some of the other girls also laughed.

"Hey, bitches," the coach yelled as she jogged over. "Stop that right now."

The woman knelt beside Bethany, her face etched with concern, though she couldn't help but wrinkle her nose at the smell.

"Honey, you need to get home and see a doctor."

Bethany looked at her, a single, humiliating tear rolling down her cheek.

She scrambled to her feet, her face burning with shame. She could feel everyone's eyes on her. She could hear their whispers, see their pointing fingers.

She grabbed her backpack from the bleachers and fled.

***

Bethany made a beeline for Sheldon's apartment building. She needed to see a friendly face, a warm body to hold her and tell her it would be okay.

She knocked on his door, her knuckles raw and cold.

He opened it a moment later.

"Hey, Beth..." he began, then his eyes widened as he took in her tear-streaked face and disheveled appearance. "What happened? Are you alright?"

She threw her arms around him, sobbing into his chest.

"It was horrible," she wept.

He led her inside, closing the door behind them.

"What happened?"

"I... I..." she began, not finding the words. "Can I take a shower?"

"Of course!" he said, smiling.

"An-and... do you have any painkillers?" she asked. "Anything."

He nodded, then led her to his bathroom. He came back with two white pills, and a glass of water.

Bethany took them greedily, then closed the bathroom door behind her. She peeled off her soiled clothes, her body trembling with sobs.

Under the hot spray of the shower, Bethany scrubbed at her skin, trying to wash away the humiliation. But it was no use. The feeling of the warm water only seemed to intensify the phantom sensation of the cool, wet filth trickling down her thigh.

She washed away the dried brown streaks from her inner thighs. She knew she had shit herself - she still felt sick. But it was her cunt that felt strange, raw. Had her and Sheldon's last fuck been so rough? And that pain now coincided with some stomach bug, which Clara also caught? She knew she had to go to the doctor but she already felt so embarrassed.

And the painkillers were making her feel better.

Sheldon had left one of his large t-shirts on the counter for her.

She dried herself off, the rough towel scraping against her sensitive skin, and pulled it over her naked body. The fabric was soft and smelled like him, a faint scent of laundry detergent and his cologne.

Bethany sat down on the toilet, retrieving her phone. She ignored the notifications from various cheerleading groups and blocked a few of the boys who had sent her nasty messages.

Then she texted Clara.

'Horrible day,' she typed. 'r u ok?'

A moment later, the reply came.

'No' came the first reply.

'I think my intestines are trying to crawl out of me,' came the second.

Bethany felt a small measure of comfort in knowing she wasn't alone in her suffering.

'Same' she typed back.

'Stay strong,' Clara texted, followed by a vomiting emoji.

Bethany's lips twitched into a faint, sad smile, before putting her phone away and walking out of the bathroom.

Sheldon was sitting on the edge of his bed, waiting for her.

"Feeling a little better?" he asked, smiling at the sight of her in his shirt.

Bethany shrugged, a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill.

"What happened at practice?" he asked.

"It was nothing," she mumbled, not wanting to talk about it.

"Bethany," he said gently, taking her hand. "You can tell me."

She smiled at him. He's so kind. But she can't tell him.

"I messed up one of the stunts," she said, her voice small. "It was just embarrassing, that's all."

Sheldon nodded, his expression understanding.

"Everyone messes up sometimes," he said. "It's not a big deal."

Bethany managed a weak smile.

"Thanks," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

She leaned her head against his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close.

"I'm always here for you," he said softly.

Bethany's heart swelled with a warm, fuzzy feeling. She was safe with him.

"But..." he said, his voice turning mischievous. "I like you doing stuff for me every once in a while, too."

Bethany giggled.

"Oh, really?" she said coyly, as she gingerly pushed herself off the bed and onto her knees.

"Really," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

He leaned back on his elbows, his eyes half-closed.

She unzipped his jeans and pulled his hardening cock out. It was so hot and heavy in her small hand.

She leaned forward and took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head.

He groaned softly, his fingers tangling in her hair.

She worked his shaft inside her mouth, careful not to take him too deep, knowing she'd probably puke. But she bobbed her head slowly and rhythmically, her hand stroking the length that wouldn't fit.

He began to move his hips in time with her mouth, his breathing growing heavier.

Bethany felt a surge of power. She had him. This man, this boy, who had been with Alex, was hers now. Very few freshmen could say they had college boys wrapped around their fingers.

She increased her pace, her head bobbing faster.

"Oh god, Bethany," he moaned, his hips bucking.

He shuddered, grabbing the back of her head and pressing his full length right into her throat.

She had a split second to focus on suppressing her gag reflex as his hot cum erupted down her esophagus.

He moaned his release, his fingers clenching in her hair.

She held him there, his cock twitching in her mouth, as she swallowed every last drop.

Then she pulled away.

He leaned down, grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her up as he flopped back onto the bed with her atop him.

He kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting the remnants of his own seed.

"Get," he breathed between kisses.

She smiled knowingly, and, in a single movement, straddled his face, her pussy hovering over his mouth. His large t-shirt bunched up around her waist.

Maybe this will help ease the discomfort down there, provided she can control her bowels.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her down, his mouth finding her clit.

She gasped as his tongue began to work its magic. He flicked and sucked, his movements expert, sending waves of pleasure through her.

She began to grind her hips, her body moving with his rhythm.

He slid his tongue inside her, his hands holding her ass.

She was lost in a haze of pleasure. She ground down harder, her fingers digging into his shoulders. She was getting close. So close.

As her orgasm approached, another sensation rose with it. Another cramp. A deep, gut-wrenching cramp that seemed to originate in the very center of her being.

She tried to ignore it, to focus on the pleasure, edging her orgasm on and causing her cervix to open slightly in response.

And with that opening, it came.

Sheldon let out a choked cry just as Bethany climaxed, her mind overwhelmed with pleasure and confusion.

Her eyes shot open as she felt him grab her hips and lift her off his face, throwing her off of the bed.

She hit the floor with a hard thud, landing on her back.

Sheldon hunched over the side of the bed and vomited onto the floor beside her.

Bethany scrambled to her knees.

Sheldon looked up at her, his face a mask of pure horror.

"What the fuck?!" he yelled, his voice raw. "What the FUCK?!"

Bethany didn't understand. Did she shit herself again? She didn't feel anything.

"W-What?!" she stammered. "I..."

"Get out!" he screamed, retching again. "G-... get the fuck away from me!"

She stumbled to her feet, his words hitting her like a physical blow. She grabbed her clothes, not bothering to put them on, and ran for the door.

She fled down the hallway, not stopping until she was outside, the cold air hitting her naked skin under Sheldon's shirt. The tears she had been holding back finally broke free.

She ran, not caring where she was going, just wanting to escape the look on Sheldon's face.