1 comments/ 37236 views/ 2 favorites Swing Choir Competition Ch. 01 By: LesbiansBrotherinlaw Author’s Note: All characters are at least 18 years of age, so there. CHAPTER 1: The Wheels on the Bus Go ‘Round and ‘Round Shit, Megan Orr thought, it’s going to be a long day. It was barely seven o’clock on a Saturday morning, and Megan was already on a school bus, heading across town to a swing choir competition at another of the city’s high schools. Megan’s group was scheduled to be the first to perform, at 8:30, and then they would have nothing to do for more than eight hours until the finalists were announced at five that afternoon. And, to make it worse, she’d been stuck sitting next to Peg Bachman, the perkiest bitch in her whole school. Well, except that even Peg didn’t look too perky this morning. Indeed, she looked positively miserable slouched down in the green vinyl seat, Mountain Dew in one hand, Red Bull in the other, and sunglasses shielding her slightly bloodshot eyes from even the first tentative rays of the morning sun. “Rough night, Peggy?” Megan couldn’t help but ask, though she did manage to keep most of the smirk off her face. “You have no idea,” Peg replied. “I had to drink, like, seven beers before Josh figured I was drunk enough to fuck him--and then the little bastard barely got it in me before he came. I went home to finish the job myself, but as soon as I climbed into bed I fucking fell asleep, and didn’t wake up early to do anything about it this morning. Fuck, I’m horny--and this goddamn bus seat doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.” “Tell me about it,” Megan said. Sitting in the back seat, they felt every little bump the bus went over, right near their most sensitive areas. Bus rides always made her horny for some reason--maybe, she supposed, it had something to do with giving her first handjob in the back seat of another bus, and discovering how much she enjoyed giving another person pleasure. Peggy pushed her sunglasses down a couple of millimeters and looked at Megan. “How long has it been since you got laid, anyway, girl?” “Too goddamn long,” Megan told her. “Don’t tell me it’s been since you and Ben hooked up.” “No, but almost that long.” “Damn, that’s way too long.” As the bus turned a corner, the just-risen sun hit Peggy’s eyes, and she immediately shoved her sunglasses back up again. “Christ, it’s too early in the morning for this shit.” Peggy slouched down in the seat, trying to move her head below the window, and closed her eyes. You’re goddamn right it’s too long, Megan said to herself. It had been six weeks since the hook-up with Ben that Peg had mentioned, and five since her last sexual encounter. The bus was still a long way from its destination, so she closed her eyes and let herself drift back… Ben was probably the school’s best athlete, quarterback of the football team and captain of the basketball team. He was also one of those rare jocks who went out for choir as well, and had even gone so far as to make a deal with his coaches to let him skip two days of before-school workouts (by coming in early the other three days of the week) so he could go out for swing choir. And, to make matters worse, he was gorgeous. Naturally, all the girls in the swing choir were crushing on him big-time. Megan was certainly no exception to this rule--for one number at the fall concert, Megan had been his partner in the choreography. God, how wet I used to get dancing with him, she recalled. Six weeks before, Ben had been deeply depressed during the Tuesday morning practice. This was extremely unusual, so when she noticed that he was still depressed on Thursday, she decided to go over after practice and ask if anything was wrong. “More like everything is wrong,” he’d replied. “I broke up with Sue over the weekend.” Good for you, Megan thought, and almost said. Sue Johnson was the school’s head cheerleader, who pretty much considered it her mission in life to date the star quarterback. “Sorry to hear that,” was what she’d actually said. “It’s probably for the best, anyway,” Ben said. “Listen, the bell’s about to ring, so would you maybe want to--“ Shit! Megan screamed to herself, as the bell indeed rang before she could finish her sentence. Some of the frustration must have shown on her face, because Ben actually smiled at her. “Stop by my locker before lunch, and ask me then,” he said before grabbing his books and leaving the auditorium. She hadn’t actually had the chance to stop by his locker, though, because he’d found her at hers between third and fourth periods. “So, what were you wondering if I’d maybe want to do?” he asked. “Um, I thought maybe you’d like to, um, get together and talk about what happened,” she managed to stutter, caught unprepared. “That sounds good,” he said. “Listen, I hate to ask this, but could you pick me up? My folks are both out of town this weekend, and Dad’s car is in the shop, so he’s taking mine.” Megan only nodded, not trusting herself to say anything else. “See you about eight, then,” Ben had said before disappearing into the hallway crowd. This is so fucking great! Megan had thought. Not only am I going out with the cutest guy in school, who’s on the rebound and hopefully ready for a rebound fling, but we don’t even have to try and find a place to do it, because his parents are gone! Megan’s parents had sent her to Catholic schools more for the high quality of the education she’d get there rather than out of any deep religious belief in the family, but right now Megan figured there had to be a God--and that, right now, he was pulling for her to get laid. When Ben answered the doorbell Saturday night (which had been rung at exactly eight o’clock), he hadn’t seemed dressed to go out, unless--and the part of Megan that was dreading what could go wrong this evening quickly fleshed out an entire scenario--he was intending his outfit of sweatpants and ratty T-shirt to display for any of their classmates that this wasn’t actually a date. “I hope you don’t mind,” he’d said, “but I’m not sure if I’m up to going out tonight. You want to maybe just order a pizza or some Chinese and talk here?” I’d rather just drop to my knees right here and yank those sweats down to your ankles, said another part of Megan, one that was coming through a lot louder and clearer. Sweet Jesus, is he wearing anything under those? “I wouldn’t mind a little Chinese at all,” she said, while the horny voice in her head added, I’ll have the Cream of Sumyungi. After Ben had ordered the delivery, they’d sat and talked--about everything other than what Megan had assumed they’d been talking about, his breakup with Sue. By the time the food arrived, they’d pretty much exhausted school gossip, and so they ate in an increasingly awkward silence. As Ben left to put the leftovers in the fridge, Megan began summoning up all her courage. I am not going to let this opportunity go to waste, she told herself firmly. With that in mind, she unbuttoned two buttons of her blouse and gave her nipples a quick squeeze to make sure they were fully erect. The warm rush that squeeze produced gave her another idea, and she hiked her skirt up just long enough to rub her panties into her already moist pussy, making a sizeable wet spot on them that could be flashed at Ben when the time was right. She flipped her skirt most of the way back down--but not too far--just as Ben came in with a bottle in each hand. “Want a beer?” he asked. “Sure.” Megan wasn’t much of a beer drinker, but she knew that if he came over to hand her the beer, he’d get a good look down her blouse. She pretended to be glued to whatever movie was playing on the TV, but out of the corner of her eye she could see Ben’s gaze linger over her exposed cleavage--and, more importantly, could see the reaction in his sweats. Oh, dear God, he isn’t wearing anything under there! “Thanks,” she told him. Let’s see how he likes this little number. Before Ben could move away, she stuck her tongue out and licked around the top of the bottle, then started sliding it in and out of her mouth. Ben’s cock twitched in his sweats again, and Megan began to realize that he was packing some serious hardware in there. As she took the bottle out of her mouth and set it on the coffee table in front of her, Ben snapped out of his daze and quickly retreated to his chair. She was disappointed when he crossed his legs and blocked the bulge in his sweats from her view. “So,” she asked, “what happened with you and Sue?” ”I, uh, don’t want to talk about it.” “Oh,” she said, sounding disappointed. “I thought that was why you invited me over here.” This is it, she told herself, now or never. She uncrossed her legs and spread them ever-so-slightly, just enough to show the wet spot on her panties. “Or was there another reason you wanted me to come over?” He stared up her skirt. “Well, uh, yeah, but I don’t think it’s such a good idea anymore.” She spread her legs wider, and let her skirt ride up her thighs. “Why not?” “I, uh, I think Sue and I are going to get back together.” Shit! “What makes you think that?” she asked, drawing one finger down her thigh and resting her hand on her knee. “We, uh, talked earlier.” ”But you’re not officially back together yet?” The finger went back up her thigh until it rested right over her clit. “Well, not officially, I guess,” Ben said, a smile forming on his lips. “Well, then, there’s nothing to keep you from doing what you had in mind when you asked me over, is there?” Slowly, she started moving her finger in little circles around her clit. Even through her panties, the sensation was intense, and she let out the sexiest moan she knew. “I guess not,” he replied, the grin on his face officially going to “shit-eating” status. “Thank God,” she whispered as he stood up and carefully slid his sweats down over his fully erect cock. Oh, yeah, thank God indeed! she thought as she drank in the size of it. That is officially the biggest one I’ve ever seen. I just hope I can take it... She used her other hand to pull her panties to the side, and slid a finger inside herself. On second thought, I don’t think it’ll be a problem. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet... Ben was trying to open a drawer in the coffee table without looking at it, his eyes still fixed between her legs. He finally got it open, rummaged around inside it, and came out with a condom. He opened it, and was about to start putting it on when she took her finger off her clit and waved it at him in a “no-no” gesture, then followed that with a “come here” gesture. Megan sat up and took the condom from him, and was about to roll it on when she realized there was something she wanted to do first. Ben gasped when he felt her lips on the head of his cock, and then let out a long moan as she moved them down the shaft. She took as much in as she could, until she could feel the tip against the back of her throat, and held still for a long moment. “Please,” she heard him whisper, and decided to take pity on him. Megan started to blow him, moving her lips back until she felt the ridge behind his head, then quickly sliding them back down as far as she could. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, and she would have smiled if her mouth hadn’t been full of him. It was only her second blowjob ever, but clearly he had no idea. All that time she’d spent studying oral sex scenes in her brother’s porno movies after her disastrous first experience was apparently paying off. As it was only her second blowjob, it took her a little while to determine that there was a different taste to Ben’s cock. At first, she marked it up to different guys having different tastes, but the longer she sucked him, the more it seemed familiar somehow. When she finally realized why, the shock was so strong that she sprung back, letting his cock slide out of her mouth. She covered things by starting to put the condom on him, but she couldn’t believe what she’d just realized. Omigod! He tastes like... like me! One night, several months ago, after sleeping with her then-boyfriend Charlie Sexton for the third (and last) time, she’d been lying in bed masturbating--as had, unfortunately, been all too common during their relationship. After her second orgasm, Megan had idly been contemplating the juices on the finger that she’d been slowly sliding in and out of her pussy, and then suddenly--surprising even herself--she brought it to her mouth. Not bad, she’d thought. Can’t imagine why Charlie wouldn’t have wanted a taste... Now, she realized that the strange taste of Ben’s cock was that of someone’s pussy. He must have just slept with someone, and not had a chance to take a shower yet. Holy shit--it was probably Sue! That’s why he thinks they’re getting back together. Sure sounds “official” to me... For just a second, she wondered if this was a good idea. Megan didn’t care much for Sue, but that was no reason to screw around with her guy. Still, Ben had told her that they weren’t “officially” back together yet, which gave her something she remembered from American History class called “plausible deniability.” Besides, there is no way I’m leaving here without feeling that big cock stretching me out... By now, the rubber was firmly seated on him, and she looked Ben straight in the eyes as she told him, “Come on, Ben, give it to me.” “Are you, uh, sure you’re, uh, ready?” he asked sheepishly. Poor guy, he must’ve had some trouble getting it into girls. Megan spread her lips apart with both hands, showing him just how wet she was. “God, yes, I’m ready,” she whispered sexily. “I am so wet and ready for that big cock...” And that was all the encouragement he needed. Ben dropped to his knees and placed the head up against her entrance. She took him in both hands and guided him in, chanting “Ohgodohgodohgod” as she felt herself stretching around him. The next time somebody tries to tell me that size doesn’t matter, I am going to laugh right in their face. Fuck, this is good! “Come on,” she urged him, “give it to me. Give it to me!” From the smile on his face, Megan guessed that Sue didn’t talk that way to him. Good. I am going to give him a fuck that he’ll never forget. Ben started moving inside her, but far too slowly, another clue that he and Sue had some size issues. “Faster,” she moaned, “harder, faster. I can take it.” Ben didn’t need much urging, and soon he was slamming into harder than any other guy ever had. “That’s it, baby, fuck me,” she told him, loving the look on his face when he heard the “f” word. “You like it when I tell you to fuck me?” He nodded. “Tell me. Tell me how much you like it.” “Oh, god, Megan, I love it.” ”You love what?” “I love when you tell me to fuck you. Say it again.” ”Fuck me, Ben. Fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked anybody before.” “Oh, I will. I’ll fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.” You already are, she thought, but didn’t tell him--if he was capable of fucking her harder, she wanted it. “Oh, yeah, it’s so good. You’re fucking me so good, Ben.” She moved a finger back to her clit. “You’re going to make me come,” she told him. “Oh, God, you’re going to make me come so hard. Fuck me, Ben. Fuck me until I come on your big cooooooooooooock!” Megan came just as she started saying “cock,” a nice orgasm, but not the one she was really looking for. She noticed Ben had stopped moving. “Are you OK?” he asked. “Oh, I’m more than OK,” she said with a grin, “I’m fucking great.” He smiled back. “Can I ask you something?” “Of course.” ”Do you like to do it, um, doggy-style?” Megan felt a shiver run through her body, all the way down to her pussy, which squeezed down on Ben’s cock. “I fucking love it. Do you want to fuck me doggy-style, Ben?” “God, yes,” he said, sliding slowly out of her. She quickly got on her knees on the couch, grabbing the back of it firmly with both hands and laying her head down between them. “Then do it. Fuck me doggy-style.” Jesus, I’m talking like somebody in one of those pornos. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on. “Oh, fuuuuuck,” she groaned as he slid into her from behind. “Jesus, Ben, you’re filling me up even more this way. Your cock is so big, and it fills me up so good...” Ben really went to town on her in this position, fucking her harder than she’d thought was possible. He had one hand firmly grabbing her ass, and she was surprised when she felt the other one reach around her legs and find her clit. “Holy shit,” she moaned. “Oh, fuck, that feels so good.” Sue’s really got him trained, Megan thought as she felt herself moving toward another orgasm. “God, Ben, you’re gonna make me come again. Oh, don’t stop, don’t STOOOOOOOOOOOP!” This orgasm was harder than the first, but still not the one she was looking for. “Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop,” she begged as she felt the Big One building up. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” The third time was definitely the charm, as the biggest orgasm she’d ever had with a guy hit her like a tidal wave. As she came down, Megan slowly became aware that Ben was still pounding away at her. “Oh, fuck,” he whispered, “I’m so close, Megan. Oh, fuck, here it comes...” Suddenly, she had an idea. “No,” she told him, and pulled away. “But I’m wearing a--“ She cut him off as she spun around and sat in front of him again. “It’s not that,” she said, carefully peeling the condom off him. “I just want you to come in my mouth.” The confused look on his face was instantly replaced with relief--and then relief was replaced by lust as she took him all the way into her mouth again. Oh, fuck, it worked. I can taste myself on him--and it’s fucking delicious! After everything he’d been through that evening, it only took a few seconds for Ben to give her what she wanted. The taste of his come and her pussy combined was everything she’d hoped it would be. Ben fell to his knees, then laid back on the carpet, and she followed him, making sure she’d gotten every last drop of come out of his cock--and every last drop of her juice off of it. She wasn’t sure how long they just laid there together before he spoke. “Listen, uh, Megan...” he started. She put a finger to his lips. “Shhhhh. You don’t have to say it. If you and Sue get back together, that’s fine. If you don’t--well, maybe we can do this again someday.” She smiled at him, stood up, and started for the door. Ben called after her. “Um, Megan? You forgot something...” She turned around, and saw him holding her panties. “It’s OK, she said with a grin, “you can keep ‘em.” She flipped her skirt up, giving him a quick glimpse of her still-wet pussy, then left. God, that was a hot fuck, Megan thought as she slowly came back to the present. But I never would have thought it would lead to a hotter one... END CHAPTER 1 Swing Choir Competition Ch. 02 Author's Note: All characters are at least 18 years of age, so there. CHAPTER 2: The Long Dark Bus Ride of the Soul In the back seat of a school bus headed from one of the city's Catholic high schools to the other, Megan Orr was starting to get seriously hot and bothered. She'd just gone over every detail of what had been the hottest sexual experience she'd ever had at the time (and still ranked a close second). That, coupled with the vibration of the bus seat underneath her, had started her motor, and she was afraid there was going to be no stopping it short of running to a bathroom and giving herself a quick orgasm. As Megan tried to clear her head of all the erotic thoughts that were running through it, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Her seatmate, Peg Bachman, had earlier complained of horniness--and, while Megan was lost in her memories, had apparently decided not to wait for a bathroom to take care of her problem. Peg's hand was up inside her skirt, moving slowly between her legs. The skirt was still mostly in place, hiding exactly what Peg was doing, but the general intent was pretty obvious. Just a few minutes ago, Peg asked me when the last time I got laid was. If she only knew the details of what happened then, I'll bet she wouldn't be quite so open around me... It had been the weekend after Megan's incredible sex with Ben. Sure enough, he and Sue Johnson had gotten back together again, as evidenced by the time Megan had seen them holding hands in the hallway. She'd done her best to ignore the pair, but got the feeling she was being watched--and it turned out it was by Sue. The dirty look Sue was giving her could only mean one thing--she knew about Megan and Ben. Quite frankly, Megan decided, she didn't care. Let the bitch be pissed at her--she'd get over it soon enough, if Ben was giving her anything like what he'd given Megan. That Sunday afternoon, Megan was home alone when the doorbell rang. Looking out the window, she saw that it was Sue. "What the hell does she want?" Megan asked herself. Against her better judgment, she went downstairs and answered the door. As soon as the door was fully open, Sue slapped her, stormed inside, and slammed the door shut behind her. "What the fuck is your problem, bitch?" Megan yelled, rubbing her cheek. "That was for fucking my man, slut," Sue shot back. "He wasn't your man at the time, according to him." "How do you figure--he'd just fucked me!" Shit, so that was Sue I was tasting on his cock, Megan thought. She wasn't sure if that turned her on or disgusted her. "I couldn't figure out why he was in such a hurry to get rid of me after we did it that evening, so I hung around until you showed up. I was looking through the windows while you fucked him." "Look, Sue, he told me that you might get back together. He didn't say anything about fu--having sex with you." "Well, of course he didn't. He's a guy, for Christ's sakes. If he'd told you that we were back together, you wouldn't have put out for him!" "So I'm sorry, already." "Yeah, I'll just bet you are. He fucked the shit out of you, I'm sure that makes you real sorry!" Sue was still standing right in front of Megan, and now she reached out and shoved her against the wall. "Why'd you stop sucking his cock?" Sue asked. "What?" "Why'd you stop sucking his cock? You were really getting into it, then all of a sudden you pulled away with this surprised look on your face." Oh, shit. The reason Megan had pulled away was that she'd realized the strange taste on Ben's cock was that of another woman's pussy. But I really don't want to tell her that... As it turned out, she didn't need to. "You stopped because you realized that you could taste me on his cock, didn't you?" Sue asked, moving closer, still holding Megan against the wall. "He didn't have time to shower between when I left and you got there, so there must have been quite a bit of my juices still left on him. Did you like it?" Megan didn't say anything. She tried to move away, but Sue shoved her back against the wall. "I said, did you like it?" "Yes," Megan heard herself whisper. Shit, did I just say that? Why the hell would I say that? I didn't like it--did I? Sue smiled. "I thought you did. Most girls would have made some excuse to go rinse their mouth out if they thought they were tasting another girl's pussy, but you just kept right on going. Hell, I'm surprised you didn't suck him some more.""I thought about it, but I wanted him to fuck me," Megan's voice said, again without conscious input from her brain. Shut up shut up SHUT UP! she screamed at herself. "Mmm, I'll just bet you did. You wanted him to fuck you hard, didn't you? And he did, didn't he?" Megan just nodded. "And then you finished him off with your mouth. Why'd you do that?""Because I wanted to taste myself on his cock." Megan decided that since she'd already admitted far too much, she might as well just admit everything. "I wanted to taste his come and mine together." Sue nodded. "I thought so. Was it good?""Mmmm, yeah." Sue was silent for a moment, thinking. "Did Ben ever tell you why we broke up?" "No, he said he didn't want to talk about it." Sue laughed. "I'll bet he didn't. He couldn't take the chance that anybody would hear about it." "Hear about what?" "That the stud quarterback didn't want to fuck two girls at once." Megan was sure she'd heard that wrong. "You mean he wanted to do two girls and you wouldn't?" "No, shit-for-brains, I mean I wanted to fuck another girl with him and he dumped me because of it." "Wow," was all Megan said. The thought that there was a guy out there who wouldn't leap at the chance to get with two girls at the same time was a hard thing to wrap her mind around--it was something all three of her boyfriends had managed to bring up in the course of what they considered to be casual conversation. And the thought that a girl would bring the topic up first was almost as strange to her. "I had to tell him I only brought it up because I thought he would want it before he'd take me back," Sue said. "Which, before you showed up at his house last weekend, really sucked, because I figured it meant I wouldn't have a chance to fuck another girl." "What?" Sue grinned. "Well, what better way to even the score with Ben than to cheat on him with the same person he cheated on me with?" "OK, Sue, this is just getting weird now--""Shut up," Sue ordered gently. Slowly, she slid the hand that was holding Megan's shoulder down until it was over her right breast. As she slowly rubbed it back and forth, Megan could feel her nipple start to harden. Sue brought her other hand up to Megan's left breast, and soon its nipple was stiffening, as well. Shit, Megan thought, I always was a sucker for having my boobs played with... Sue moved closer. "Listen, Megan," she said, her voice lacking the edge it had had since she arrived. "I realize I've been playing it a little rough here today, but it's not like I really want to rape you or anything. So I'm gonna give you a chance to call the whole thing off." Megan considered. Just a few minutes ago, if she'd been asked what she'd have done in a scenario such as this, she would have said that she'd call the whole thing off without a second thought. The problem was, just a few minutes ago she hadn't been this turned on. Something about this whole scenario was causing some serious humidity down below her waist, and it didn't take her long to decide that she wanted to see where all this was going to go. She reached out, grabbed Sue's long blonde hair with both hands, and pulled the other girl close. "Don't you dare stop," she whispered. Then she kissed Sue hard. It was hard to tell from that close, but Megan thought Sue almost looked surprised for a second. Just to make sure she got the message, Megan slipped her the tongue. From that point, as the kids say, it was on. Sue quickly decided that Megan's boobs had gotten enough attention, and moved one hand around to grab her ass, and the other down the front of her sweatpants. "Oh, fuck," Megan whispered as she felt the other girl's fingers rub her pussy through her panties. "Jesus, girl," Sue asked, "do you always get this wet just from having your titties rubbed a little?" "Not usually," Megan admitted. Sue took the hand that had been squeezing Megan's ass, and used it to yank one side of her sweats down. She quickly stuck that hand down inside Megan's panties and used her other hand to yank the other side of the sweats down. Leaning there against the wall next to her front door, kissing another girl, that girl's finger on her clit, and her sweats down around her knees, Megan did the only thing she could--she came. It was a small one, the kind that only served to turn her on even more, but a good one nonetheless. Her knees buckled, and Sue grabbed her to hold her up. "Holy shit," Sue whispered. "I hope you're not done."Megan kissed her again. "Not even close. But maybe we should find a better location to continue?" "Sounds good to me. Which way to your bedroom?" "Follow me." Megan started for her room, but quickly realized that her sweats and panties were still around her knees. She quickly stripped them off, and got rid of her shirt as she hurried for the stairs. As she started up the stairs, she turned to see if Sue was following her, and was surprised to see the other girl still standing in the same spot. "Coming?" Megan asked, with as much of a double meaning in her voice as she could manage. Sue grinned. "I sure hope so." Megan stood and watched as Sue started stripping her clothes off as she walked across the house. First her jeans, revealing skimpy red panties; then her T-shirt, revealing both that she wasn't wearing a bra and that her breasts, despite being slightly larger than Megan's, didn't really need one; and finally the panties, revealing a thin "landing strip" of blonde hair just above her pussy. Sue saw where Megan was looking and stopped, standing with her legs spread apart. "Ben's always after me to shave it completely, but I figure, what's the point of being a real blonde if you can't prove it?" She threw her panties at Megan, who was struck by the clearly visible wet spot on the front. "Jesus, girl," Megan said, echoing Sue's early comment to her, "do you always get this wet just from grilling other girls about their sexual encounters and then making them come?" "Beats the hell out of me--I've never done it before." Megan turned and started up the stairs, adding a little extra swing to her hips since she knew Sue was watching her. She went to her room and laid down on her bed facing the door, legs spread wide and hanging over the edge. As an extra little bit of stimulation for Sue, she brought the blonde's panties up to her nose and took a sniff. Not bad, she had to admit. "Fuck," she heard Sue whisper from the doorway, "that is so hot. Don't move." Around the panties, she saw Sue cross the room and kneel between her legs... And then she felt the first touch of Sue's tongue on her pussy, and knew that nothing would ever be the same again. "Oh, shit, that's good. It's so fucking good, Sue." Sue agreed, although she didn't bother to say so out loud, because doing so would have required her to stop what she was doing, and she was enjoying it far too much to stop. She teased Megan by exploring around her lips until they were open and oozing juices, then finally took pity on the other girl by moving up to her clit. "Oh, fuck," Megan moaned. "Fuck, yeah, just like that. Make me come, Sue, make me come, make me COME!" And come she did. It was even better than the huge orgasm she'd had the weekend before with Ben. It was, she had to admit later, the best orgasm she'd ever had with another person. And it wasn't even going to be the last one of the day. "Don't stop," Megan begged, "dear God, Sue, don't stop."Sue stopped, but only long enough ask, incredulously, "You're going to come again?" She was working Megan's clit with a finger, though, so Megan forgave her. "Oh, God, I hope so," Megan told her. "I need to come again--I'm still so fucking horny!" Sue lowered her head back between Megan's thighs. As her tongue once again made contact with Megan's clit, her finger slipped slowly downward. It slid easily into Megan's pussy, and she groaned. Taking a cue from that, Sue slid another finger in next to it, and proceeded to slowly work them in and out. "Fuck, yeah," Megan moaned. She'd never been a big fan of being fingered by guys, but this was different--not the usual rough "finger-bang" of a teenage boy, but a slower, more sensual movement. Of course, the fact that she was dripping wet now, as opposed to barely even moist by the time guys wanted to get their fingers in there, might have had something to do with it too. Megan could tell that another orgasm was building up, and apparently so could Sue, because she chose just that moment to do something new. Megan's clit was as hard as she could ever remember it being, and sticking out prominently enough that Sue had no trouble wrapping her lips around it and sucking on it. Megan screamed as the orgasm hit her, and Sue kept on sucking until she was sure that Megan was done. "Holy shit," Megan said after several minutes, "that was unbelievable."Sue climbed up onto the bed next to Megan, on her hands and knees, her head hanging over Megan's. "Thank you." She leaned down and kissed Megan. Megan kissed her back, enjoying the taste of her own pussy on Sue's lips. "No, no--thank you," Megan said. "I'd love to return the favor, but there's just one little problem--I don't think I can move."Sue grinned. "No problem there," she replied, and climbed on top of Megan so that her pussy was just above Megan's face. I've heard the expression "sit on my face," Megan thought, but I figured it was just a figure of speech. She reached up with one finger and traced it between Sue's lips. They opened easily, glistening with wetness, and she followed them all the way up to Sue's clit. Sue gasped as Megan started moving her fingers in tiny circles. "Ben loves it when I do this," Sue explained. "He's always going on about how it's not cool to go down on a girl, but the harder I shove my pussy down on his face, the harder his cock gets." She moaned. "God, I love doing that." "Well, go ahead, then," Megan told her. "Shove your pussy down on my face." Sue didn't need any more urging. She lowered herself expertly so that her clit made contact with Megan's outstretched tongue. Megan did her best to do exactly what Sue had done to her, and--judging by the various noises of pleasure that Sue was making--figured she was doing a pretty good job. It wasn't long before Sue grabbed Megan's hair and pulled her face deeper into her pussy, yelling, "I'm gonna come!" Megan felt each of Sue's spasms as though they were own. When Sue was done coming, though, she continued to hold Megan's head solidly between her legs. "Don't stop," she pleaded, "I think I'm gonna come again. Oh, fuck, I've never come more than once before. I don't know if I can take it, but it's so good. So fucking good, Megan. Shit, I'm so fucking close..." Megan knew what to do. She moved her head just slightly so that she could suck Sue's clit into her mouth, doing the best she could to treat it like a tiny cock. Sue screamed, long and loud, and then collapsed forward onto the bed, nearly cracking her head on the wall. They lay there in silence for several minutes, until Sue looked at the clock next to the bed and said, "Shit, I've got to get going--I've got a date with Ben tonight." She looked Megan right in the eye and smiled. "I think he's going to have to settle for a blowjob tonight--today, this pussy belongs to you." "Uh, thanks," Megan said, confused. "I think." Sue put her panties back on, pulled them tight into her crotch, and then took them back off and handed them to Megan. "Here's a little souvenir for you, just like the one you left Ben last weekend." As she came back to the present, Megan thought, I just wish I hadn't enjoyed that "little souvenir" so much. To try and keep herself from drifting into the memories of what she'd done with Sue's panties, she decided to check on what Peggy was doing. Peggy was still playing with herself, and looking increasingly frustrated. Megan looked out the window and recognized where the bus was. "Hey, Peggy," she whispered. "You'd better hurry up--we'll be there in about five minutes." "Shit!" Peggy replied, taking her hand out of her skirt and banging her head against the seat. "What's wrong?" "You ever had one of those days where you just couldn't get yourself off?" Peggy asked. Megan thought for a moment. "No," she said. "Then you're lucky. Every once in a while, I'll want to whip off a quick one, just to take the edge off, and I just can't make it happen. Usually, it's before what I think is going to be a hot date, and I'll think about calling the guy and telling him not to even bother coming to pick me up, because I won't be much fun, but somehow I know that if he's involved, I'll be able to finish the job.""So what you're saying is that you need a little help." "Exactly." Megan had an idea, and didn't stop to think about it. She reached over and stuck her hand up Peggy's skirt. "How's this?" she asked, as she found Peggy's panties still conveniently pushed to the side, allowing direct access to her pussy. Peggy gasped and bit her lower lip. "Not bad," she admitted. She closed her eyes--probably trying to imagine that it's some guy doing this to her, Megan thought--and spread her legs as wide as the skirt would let her. Megan concentrated on Peggy's clit, using all the knowledge she had from years of masturbation and that one encounter with Sue, and managed to make Peggy come in just over two minutes. Peggy did her best to keep her orgasm quiet, so much so that Megan wasn't even sure she'd come until she relaxed completely and grabbed Megan's arm, pulling her hand away from her pussy. "Fuck," Peggy whispered, "that was good. Thanks." "No problem," was all Megan could think of to say. Peggy reached inside her skirt, presumably straightening her panties, and laughed as she pulled her hands out. "Damn, feels like things got a little wet down there." She reached into her purse, grabbed a tissue, and wiped her fingers with it. "You want to clean up?" she asked, holding the tissue out. Again, Megan went with her first instinct and didn't think about it. "No thanks," she replied, bringing her hand up to her mouth and sucking Peggy's juices off her fingers. Peggy's eyes got wide. "Damn, girl, I didn't realize you were that into the girl/girl thing." Megan pulled her fingers out of her mouth and shoved them between her legs. "I'm not. I mean, at least I don't think I am.""Whoa, whoa, whoa," Peggy said softly, putting a hand on Megan's shoulder. "It's OK. Listen, after our first performance, let's get together and talk about this, all right?" "All right." The bus pulled up in front of the school, and stopped. Peggy and Megan got up and made their way down the aisle to the door. Just as Peggy stepped off, she turned to Megan and winked. "Besides," she said just loud enough for Megan to hear, "I still have to return the favor..." Swing Choir Competition Ch. 03 Megan had always had an ability to put everything else out of her mind when it came time to perform. It was one of the reasons her swing choir director, unbeknownst to her, considered Megan one of her favorites. (And only one of the reasons, but perhaps we'll get into that a bit later on in the story...) As she and the rest of the group found their homeroom for the day and put their personal effects there, her mind was racing. What the hell just happened? Why did I do that? What did Peggy mean by "return the favor?" As the group made their way to the changing room, the potential answers to that question had her turned on to the point that she was very careful to position herself so that no one could see the front of her body as she stripped to her underwear. Looking down at herself, she noticed that--just as she'd feared--her nipples were hard enough to be seen through her bra, and there was indeed the beginning of a wet spot on her panties. Someone came up next to her just then, and she started to panic--until she realized that it was Peggy, probably choosing her position just as carefully. Megan turned enough to sneak a peek at the other girl, noticing that Peggy's nipples were erect as well, and that her panties were definitely wet. Peggy looked up, and Megan froze. Busted! But Peggy just smiled, and let her gaze drift down Megan's body in turn. Oh, God, Megan thought, feeling herself get wetter, I hope "return the favor" means what I think it does. All too soon, their performance costumes were on, and they were marched down the hall to the warmup room. The standard vocal exercises helped Megan calm down, and as the horn section played the opening notes of their first piece, she lost awareness of her horniness and went on autopilot. She hit all the right notes, made every move of the choreography, and nailed her solo in "Respect." As they made their way to the gym for the performance, she idly wondered if all the nervous energy--not to mention the sexual energy--she'd generated that morning was putting a little extra spring into her performance. Maybe I should get myself all hot and bothered before every performance. With Peggy? asked a voice in her head. Another voice replied, With Peggy. Or Ben. Or Sue. Or--what's the cute sax player's name again? Jesus, she thought, what kind of a bisexual slut am I turning into here? Fortunately, she didn't have time to answer that question, as just then the MC introduced them, and the music started again. You know, was her last thought before concentrating on the show, that sax player is cute... * * * * * As Megan and the rest of the swing choir made their way back to their homeroom, the exhilaration she felt wasn't sexual--well, not entirely, anyway. They'd done an excellent job, and she was sure they'd be performing again in the finals. The problem was that, with eleven other choirs to go, the finals didn't start for another nine-and-a-half hours. That left them with a lot of time to kill. And hopefully, Megan thought as she sank into a chair, Peggy and I will be killing at least a little of that time together. As if summoned by Megan's thought, Peggy brushed by her just then, perhaps a little closer than necessary even given the amount of people running around the room. A piece of paper appeared in her hand, and she pressed it into Megan's hand before breezing out the door in the direction of the restrooms. Megan waited three minutes before excusing herself to follow, and as she sat on the toilet, she unfolded the paper to reveal a quickly-drawn map. After three trips to this school for the swing choir competition, and other trips for concerts, plays, and such, Megan had a general idea of how the school was laid out, so she realized that the map was leading her very near the gymnasium where the performances were being held. Indeed, as she carefully opened the door of the "practice" gym behind the main one, she could hear another group performing--and could dismiss them as competitors. The practice gym was dark except for the emergency lights, so it took her a moment to find the women's locker room entrance. And then several more moments to build up the courage to go through it. The locker room was almost as dark as the gym. Only one bank of lights was on, and at first glance Megan couldn't see anyone else in there. "Hello?" she called softly, ready to make an excuse about being lost and desperately needing to use a bathroom. Peggy stepped out of the shower area. "Sorry--wanted to be sure it was you before I came out." They stood there looking at each other for a moment. "I, uh, wasn't sure you'd come." "I figured at the very least we needed to talk about what happened this morning." Peggy smiled, and stepped closer. "And at the most?" Megan blushed. "I was afraid to think about that." Peggy came over and hugged her. A good-friend emotional-support kind of hug, not a sexual one, and it was just was Megan needed. "You're a little confused about all this, aren't you?" Megan nodded, forgetting that Peggy was too close to actually see her do it, but Peggy felt the movement. "Okay, then the first thing you need to know is that it's perfectly normal for girls to experiment with other girls." "It is?" Megan asked. "I always thought that was just what boys said to try and convince you to give them their two-girls fantasy." Peggy laughed. "I thought that too, but my mom told me the same thing, and I don't think she was trying to get in my pants." "You asked your mom about it?" Megan knew that Peggy and her mother were close, but she couldn't imagine any level of parent/child closeness that would discussions of teenage lesbianism. "Well, I was a little confused by certain events, too." "Certain events?" "Oh, that's right, you weren't at Lucy's birthday party, were you?" Sensing that Megan was much calmer now, Peggy released the hug, as the thoughts of what happened at the party were starting to light her fires again. "No, I was sick." Lucy was a classmate of theirs who had just turned 18 the month before, and had promised all her friends a huge, my-parents-are-out-of-town bash to celebrate the occasion. Megan had spent the entire day puking, on the second day of a four-day bout with the flu, and had missed the whole thing. "What happened?" "Well, for now, let's just say that some things happened there that confused me a little." "Like what?" Peggy ignored the question. "So I went to my mom to ask her about it, but I chickened out and couldn't say anything. The weird thing is, she figured out what I wanted to talk to her about anyway, and told me it was normal. In fact," and Peggy couldn't believe she was about to tell the other girl this, "it almost seemed like she might have done some... experimenting... back in her younger days." "Holy shit," was all Megan could say to that. "Anyway, the point I was trying to make was that it's OK to have these sorts of feelings. And," Peggy said softly as she leaned toward Megan, "to act on them." As soon as Peggy's lips touched hers, all the horniness that Megan had been trying to suppress for the last couple of hours boiled up in her at once. She started unbuttoning her shirt, and Peggy's hands slipped inside, pushing her bra out of the way and going straight for Megan's breasts. Megan moaned into Peggy's mouth as Peggy rubbed her nipples with her thumbs, giving them the attention they'd been craving all morning. Peggy broke the kiss, and moved her head down to Megan's chest. As she sucked a nipple into her mouth, one of her hands kept rubbing the other nipple as her other hand made its way underneath Megan's skirt and pulled her panties down. It suddenly occurred to Megan that they were both still in their choir outfits, and they should be careful not to get any incriminating evidence on them, but that sort of rational thought fled when Peggy's finger ran across her lower lips and ended up right on her clit. "Oh, fuck," Megan moaned. Peggy's mouth left her breast, and Megan watched as Peggy sank to her knees. Megan reached down and unfastened her skirt, and Peggy quickly whisked it away. "Oh, fuck," Megan whispered at the first touch of Peggy's tongue on her clit. With one of her last rational thoughts, Megan realized that something very wild must have gone on at Lucy's birthday party, because Peggy had definitely had some experience in going down on another girl. Sue had been good, but Peggy was better. The sound of the choir performing only a few hundred feet away, the risk of getting caught at this, the slight sense of weirdness she still felt about doing this with a girl--they all started to fade away as Peggy continued to work her tongue over Megan's clit. As Megan's orgasm continued to build, she dropped her hands to Peggy's head, and grabbed the other girl's hair. Not to pull her closer or guide her in any way--Megan had had that done to her before by guys, and hadn't much cared for it--but just, she realized, to reinforce that it was a girl doing this to her. Yeah, that's right--I'm getting my pussy eaten by a girl, and I fucking love it! Megan opened her eyes and looked down, drinking in the sight of Peggy's head between her thighs. Just then, Peggy looked up, their eyes met, and... something... was communicated between them. Megan wasn't exactly sure what, but she knew one thing: this wasn't going to be the last time she saw Peggy between her legs. Well, actually she knew two things, the second being that she was going to come very soon. "Oh, God, Peggy, don't stop," she said softly. Not that she expected that Peggy would, but because she wanted to show how much she was enjoying it. "It's so good, you're gonna make me come so good." She moaned as the orgasm hit her, a nice one, but not the big one she needed to release all the energy she'd worked up. She was going to try and explain this to Peggy, but the other girl already seemed to know. "Let's get a little more comfortable," she said, guiding Megan to a mat on the floor. The rest of their clothes disappeared along the way, and Peggy climbed on top of Megan in the "69" position. Megan closed her eyes for a moment as Peggy's tongue found her clit again, then opened them again to look at Peggy's pussy, right above her face. She knew instinctively that Peggy was perfectly positioned so that all Megan would have to do was lift her head slightly to be in perfect position to put her tongue on the other girl's clit... And that's exactly what she did, just a quick tentative lick at first. Encouraged by Peggy's moan, she did it again, and again, and again. Each lick caused a louder moan, and the last was followed by Peggy begging, "Don't tease me, babe." Megan felt a thrill run through her entire body. Any misgivings about being attracted to girls as well as guys were gone, replaced completely by a desire to make Peggy feel as good as the other girl was making her feel. She moved her tongue back to Peggy's clit and kept it there until Peggy announced that she was coming. As soon as she had recovered, Peggy went back to work on Megan, who was so worked up from making Peggy come that it wasn't even a minute before she came again. Peggy turned herself around and kissed Megan hard. Megan kissed back, and they spent a long while making out and stroking each other's body. "That was amazing," Megan said. "It sure was," Peggy replied. Megan kissed her again. "Thanks for helping me through this." "No problem." They kissed again, but Peggy broke it off all too soon and said, "We should probably grab a quick shower and get back before anybody misses us." "Okay," Megan said as she got up and followed Peggy into the shower, "but while we're showering, you need to tell me about Lucy's party." To be continued... Swing Choir Competition Ch. 04 Sometime during Chapter 3... Anika Garner was not having a good day. She couldn't decide which decision she regretted more--the one to come back to her old high school and help with the swing choir competition, or the one to go down the hall to the party the night before. The party wasn't the problem, she decided. The problem was when I decided to start downing Texas Sunrises, whatever the hell those are, after Cindy left with Julia. Anika had been hoping to convince Cindy into leaving with her for another night of no-strings-attached fucking like the three or four they'd shared already that year. Hell, if Cindy had left with somebody else, I'd have just seen if Julia was interested--wouldn't have been the first time for us, either. With both of her potential partners already interested in each other, however, Anika's choices had seemed limited--invite herself along, or drown her sorrows in whatever frozen concoction Candace's blender was producing that evening. That reminds me--I have to get that recipe from her. I just don't know if it's so I can completely avoid it, or make some of my own later. For the first time that day, though, the thought of drinking more of the fruity drinks didn't make her want to throw up, which seemed like a good sign. The problem was that she was starting to feel horny again. Getting herself off the night before and again this morning wasn't enough--she'd really been in the mood for sex with a partner, and specifically a female partner. Dammit, maybe I should have invited myself along with Cindy and Julia after all. She'd certainly considered it, she'd been that horny, but the two had seemed just a little too "into" each other to want company. Hell, even if they'd just let me watch, that would have been cool. The thought of the two hot coeds playing in front of her sent a thrill straight to her pussy, and she knew that she was going to go off and "have a wank," as the cute British exchange student on the floor put it. And I know just the place... The second choir of the day had just started, and were already proving that they were nowhere near as good as the first. She slipped out a side door and made her way back to the practice gym. The women's locker room there should be deserted, she thought, making it the perfect place for a quick "wank." As she entered the practice gym, she heard the locker room door close ahead of her. Damn, somebody else is in there. Wonder who it is... She slipped off her heels, crossed the gym floor silently in her bare feet, and cracked the door open just enough to listen. She could hear two girls talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. It sounded like they were around the corner in the locker area, so she took a chance and slipped into the front restroom area. She hid in the first stall, where she could just hear them. "Okay, then the first thing you need to know is that it's perfectly normal for girls to experiment with other girls," a girl's voice was saying. Somehow, it sounded familiar to Anika, but she couldn't place it. Another girl's voice replied, "It is? I always thought that was just what boys said to try and convince you to give them their two-girls fantasy." The first girl laughed. "I thought that too, but my mom told me the same thing, and I don't think she was trying to get in my pants." "My mom?" That's who that is! Anika was pretty sure the first girl was Peggy Buchman, whose mother was the principal of this high school. They'd been friends in junior high, but Peggy's parents had sent her to high school across town, so she wouldn't have to deal with being the principal's daughter. Wow, the principal of a Catholic school, telling her daughter it was OK to fool around with other girls. God, I love the twenty-first century... Anika had missed part of the conversation, but she quickly tuned back when she heard Peggy say, "In fact, it almost seemed like she might have done some... experimenting... back in her younger days." Holy shit! Anika thought. Principal Buchman getting with another girl--now that's something I'd like to see. And something I'd like to experience even more... She thought about that for a minute. Well, hell, why can't I? Anika had fantasized about the principal a time or ten during high school--Mrs. Buchman must have been at least forty to have a daughter Peggy's age, but she didn't look it, and it was easy to imagine what a hot little number she would have been back in college. And she's going to be here later on today to cheer on the school's swing choir. Knowing her, she'll probably head up to her office first to catch up on some paperwork. Perfect. As a plan began to form in the back of Anika's mind, she heard the second girl moaning, "Oh, fuck." Carefully, she left the stall and peeked around the corner into the locker area. Peggy was indeed one of the girls, and she was on her knees in front of the other girl, a cute redhead. For the second time in only twelve hours, Anika was tempted to invite herself into a threesome, but quickly talked herself out of it--from what she'd heard of the conversation, the redhead was a little shy about liking other girls, and would probably freak out if a stranger tried to horn in. Well, hell, there's gotta be somebody here somewhere who's looking for a little action. Anika slipped out of the locker room, on the prowl for some pussy. * * * * * As it happened, it didn't take her long to find it. "There you are," a voice said as she stepped out of the practice gym. She turned to see Donna Hansen walking down the hall. "They told me you were here, but I couldn't find you anywhere!" Anika and Donna had hugged literally dozens of times before, but this time, as the younger girl came up to her, Anika had much different feelings. Donna was a year younger than Anika, but they'd been close friends despite that. Indeed, during her sophomore and junior years, Anika had considered Donna her best friend. Donna had moved away the previous year, though, which was the year when Anika had begun to discover that she preferred girls to boys in the bedroom. As they hugged, Anika did her best to put her sexual feelings out of her mind, but wasn't entirely successful. "It's so good to see you!" Anika said. "Are you here with one of the choirs in the competition?" Donna hadn't ever been in any choral program that Anika could remember, but maybe being in a new school had made her try new things. "Nope," Donna replied, "I'm back here at St. Francis. That job Dad took across the state didn't pan out, so we came back." "Then why haven't you called?" Anika wasn't home much, but she knew her folks would have at least passed on a message from Donna, if they hadn't just gone ahead and given Donna her dorm number. "I figured you'd have plenty of new college friends, that you wouldn't want me around anymore," Donna said quietly. Anika hugged the younger girl again, this time without any sexual feelings. "Are you kidding me? No way am I going to ditch you! Sure, I've got friends at school, but there's plenty of me to go around!" "There certainly is," Donna teased as the hug broke off. "Looks like you've fallen prey to the deadly 'freshman fifteen.'" "Shut up, bitch!" Anika retorted. "You always thought I was too skinny before." "Not anymore. You look great, Anika. Especially..." Donna blushed, and cupped her hands in the air over her breasts. Anika looked down at herself. If she'd put on fifteen pounds since starting college, ten of it must have been in her chest. "I've gone through two cup sizes in the last year. Just when my bras are starting to get comfortably worn-in, they're too small." She looked over at Donna. "But it doesn't look like you're doing too bad in that department yourself." Donna blushed again. "Yeah, there has been a little bit of a growth spurt there." "A little? Girl, you've grown more than me!" Anika realized she was staring longer than she should, but now that she'd noticed it, Donna's breasts were quite a bit bigger--and all those sexual feelings were coming back, stronger than ever. Anika made a conscious effort to look up, and noticed that Donna was staring at her breasts just as hard, if not harder. Suddenly, Donna looked up, realized that she'd been caught staring, and smiled. "Well, are we going to stand here in the hallway staring at each others' tits, or are we going to find somewhere to talk?" * * * * * They wound up in the practice gym's equipment room, which was big enough for the two of them but small enough that Anika was uncomfortably aware of how good Donna smelled. They must have spent a good half hour catching each other up on the past year, and the conversation fell into a slight lull. Donna started it back up by asking, "So, is it true what they say about Cameron?" "Is what true?" Cameron College was the school that Anika was going to and Donna had revealed was one of her choices in the fall. "That there's all sorts of lesbians in the dorms." Donna was looking at her like she was an idiot. "You must have heard that rumor yourself before you went." "Yeah, but I didn't pay much attention." Anika chose her words carefully. "Besides, not everyone who sleeps with girls is a lesbian." "Well, according to some people--especially the kind of people who spread rumors like that--they are. But I agree--there's a difference between going completely lesbian and just enjoying a quick buddy suck every now and then." Anika just stared at her friend. This was not the same Donna she'd known two years before. And it was definitely a change for the better. The Donna she'd known was as repressed sexually--and in other ways as well--as your stereotypical "good Catholic school girl," but the new one was starting to sound more like the stereotypical "bad Catholic schoolgirl." I wonder if she's got one of those uniforms. She would look so hot in one of those, and I could slide my head under the skirt and show her what a buddy suck was all about... She realized Donna was looking at her expectantly. "I'm sorry, what?" "I said, you never answered my question." "What question?" "Is there a lot of girl-on-girl action at Cameron?" "There's certainly some going on, but I wouldn't think it was any more or less than anywhere else. Girls everywhere are experimenting." Including just on the other side of this gym. "Good," Donna said with a grin. "I'd hate to be in the need for a buddy suck and not be able to get one." Anika just stared at her. "I'm sorry, did I shock you?" Donna didn't sound all that sorry. "I keep forgetting it's been so long since we've seen each other, and how drastically it must seem like I've changed. It's not like it happened overnight." "No, it's okay," Anika managed. "It's just that--damn, you sure have changed. I like it, though." "Good." Donna looked down. "You know," she said softly, "back before I moved, back when I was still that repressed little girl... I still would have given you a buddy suck any time you wanted one. I had the biggest crush on you back then..." "What about now?" Anika said, just as softly. Donna looked up, expecting Anika to be joking, but her old friend was just staring at her with a familiar look in her eyes. Well, familiar in that Donna had seen other girls with that look before, but not Anika. Slowly, Donna fell to her knees in front of Anika. Anika lifted herself slightly off the folding chair she was sitting on, and hiked up her skirt. Donna reached out, grabbed the waistband of Anika's panties, and pulled them down. She watched as Anika spread her legs, revealing a neatly-trimmed blonde "landing strip" and a clit just beneath it that was already poking out from its hood. She looked up into Anika's eyes. "Like I said," she whispered as she leaned closer, "any time you want..." Anika moaned as Donna's tongue touched her clit. Whoever her friend had learned from, she'd learned well. Donna licked her incredibly lightly at first, gradually adding more and more pressure as she sensed Anika needed it. "Just like that," Anika whispered at one point, and Donna did her best to repeat herself over and over until Anika finally whimpered and came. "My God, girl," Anika said, "if I'd known it could be that good two years ago, you'd have been doing that every day." Donna blushed. "We'd better get back before somebody wonders where we are." "Aren't you forgetting something? The way I learned things, it's bad etiquette to receive and not to give back..." "It's okay, I don't mind." Anika stood up. "Well, I do mind. So get those slacks off and sit your cute ass down." Donna smiled. "If you insist." She pulled her pants and panties down at once, then sat down with legs spread wide. Donna had a full brown bush, with the only hint of trimming being around her clit, just enough to keep the area friendly for tongues. Anika quickly put her tongue to work, doing her best to mimic Donna's technique of steadily-increasing pressure. "Oh, baby," Donna whispered. "Oh, Anika, baby." Hearing her friend call her name like that only increased Anika's desire to make Donna come. It didn't take long. "Oh, Anika. Anika. Anikaaaaaaaaa!" Anika quickly moved up and kissed her friend, tasting her own juices in Donna's mouth just as she knew Donna was in her mouth. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you to do that," Donna said when they had to pause for air. "Before I started college, I don't know if I would have." "In that case, I think I'm going to have to go to Cameron. Sounds like it's been a great experience for you." Anika looked at Donna to see if she was serious. "Want to room with me next year?" she asked. "I don't know..." Donna said. "I'm sure it would be great fun, but I want to meet lots of new girls, and if I lived with you, I'm not sure I'd ever leave the room." Anika grabbed a volleyball and pretended to throw it at the other girl. "You bitch!" "Oh, come here and kiss me again." Anika did, and this time when they came up for air, Donna said softly, "Of course I'll room with you." They kissed again. "We'd better clean ourselves up a little before we go back." "I know just the place," Anika said, leading the way toward the girls' locker room. "By now, it should be empty." "By now?" "Long story..." To be continued...