Carrie entered the locker room and heard sobs coming from the other side. She went around and saw Emily, the girl that had abused her during the first day of her nudity. The girl was sitting completely naked on the bench, her towel having fallen from her body.

"Emily?"

The naked girl looked up, her face red from crying.

"Oh God, go away Carrie. I didn't think anyone else was here."

"Emily, what's the matter," Carrie asked, moving closer to the naked sobbing girl.

"Oh nothing, just got dumped by Eric Gorbo, the fucking pig."

Carrie gasped. The boy had been the one to take her virginity and dump her the next day. She had also heard about what he had done in the hallway to Shannon.

"I'm so sorry Em. He's such a jerk."

The sobbing nude girl turned and looked the equally naked Carrie in the eye with a look of disgust.

"What the hell do you know, like a god like Eric Gorbo would ever date you. He hates you. He's the reason I was so mean to you that day, he made me do it."

Carrie's blood boiled. Not only was this girl awful, but she had done those mean things to her because of a dick like Gorbo.

"Well, let me guess. You and Eric were so close.he never wanted to be with anybody but you. He was charming, held the door for you, brought you flowers, said he wanted you to be his girlfriend forever, right?"

Emily looked at Carrie and nodded, sniffling to clear her nose.

"Then, one night, instead of your regular dinner and a movie at the mall, he drove you to nice romantic place in the woods. There, he convinced you to touch his cock and you did, driving him wild. Then he asked for the ultimate gift.could he put it inside of you. You were so into his loving manner that you let him put it in your pussy.you gave him your virginity."

The crying stopped as the girl looked at Carrie with disbelief.

"He wasn't inside long, just long enough to pump once or twice. Then he groaned and you felt his hot juice fill you inside. He fell on top of you and then rolled off. He then pulled his pants up, grunted something to you like, 'you can put your clothes on now,' and then drove you home. You came in today, found a note in your locker asking if he could see you after baseball practice and he broke up you, causing you to sob in the girl's locker room right now."

Emily's eyes met Carrie's.both had a pained look in them. Emily was feeling the pain now and Carrie was feeling the painful memory.

"Holy shit, he did it to you too."

Carrie nodded. "Three weeks ago. But you were lucky.he broke up with me in front of his friends. It was so humiliating. I'm sorry that you feel bad but not sorry that he's out of your life. You're better off without him."

With that, Carrie headed off to her locker, grabbing a towel and going into the shower room. She turned the water on and tried to get the sweat off of her body. She felt dirty, not so much from her exertion on the stage but from what she had been forced to do up there and by the terrible interview. She realized that every word that Darla had uttered had been correct.she was a slut and a tramp.

She felt the soap rinse off of her and she finished washing her hair. Finally she was as clean as possible, though she did take extra effort to get her pussy clean, why she had no idea. She had no plans to let Craig anywhere near the area but since it would probably be on display, she wanted it looking nice.

She dried herself, careful not to let the towel cover her for longer than necessary. She was reasonably sure that Mr. Jones could not possibly have a camera in the girls locker room but she wanted to take no chances of getting into more trouble.

She quickly ran over to the mirrors and fixed her hair, using the brush she left in her locker. She then thought she should put some makeup on but realized she had none. She padded her way over to Shannon's locker and, using her best friend's combination, used her blush and lipstick and quickly replaced it.

She knew she was well past her 15 minutes and didn't want to keep Craig waiting any longer. She rushed to her locker to throw the brush in. When she opened the door, a note popped out.

"Dear Carrie,

I'm sorry for the awful things I did to you in class this week. You have always been so nice to me but it's just that, no boy was ever as nice to me as Eric was. I wanted it so bad I forgot to be nice to the people who like me. I hope you can forgive me.

Emily."

Even though she was late, Carrie knew she had to respond. Grabbing a pen from her bag, she scrawled a quick note back. "Em, no prob.I completely understand.remember, I fell for it too. Apology accepted. Friends? Carrie." The nude girl, her bare feet slapping on the hard, cold tile, ran to where the girl's locker was and slid it in and then ran to the front door when a very cute and clean Craig waited.

"You look so adorable," she said, blushing as the words came out.

"Why thank you.you look amazing," he said, his eyes devouring her nude body. For some reason, she didn't mind it coming from him.

"Well thank you kind Sir, I hope you like the outfit, it took me forever to pick it out."

He laughed and bent his arm at the elbow so she could loop hers inside. That was so sweet, she thought. "Can we hurry though, I'll freeze out here like this," she said. They picked up the pace. As she headed to his car, she remembered.

"Wait, let me run to my car," she said, breaking free of his arm and rushing to her car, pulling her keys out of her backpack. She threw her bag into her car and grabbed her brother's sweater, which barely came below her pussy and was so big that anytime she moved her breasts would be displayed. Still it was better than being naked in her mind.

"Now, I'm ready," she said, taking Craig's arm. The boy was slightly disappointed but the smile on her face was worth it and he led her to his car.