21 comments/ 87170 views/ 116 favorites A New Girl By: YKN4949 Chapter 1: The New School I was pretty excited that first day. If I had known what the next few weeks were going to be like I might have been a bit more reticent, but everything is easier when you looking back on it. Anyway, it was my first day at a new school and I couldn't wait. I was a little bit sad because I had left my big, suburban school last summer as the most popular junior in school. I was the underclassman captain of the cheerleading squad and I was dating the senior quarterback of the football team. He had a scholarship to Notre Dame. Anyway, now I had moved with my mom and dad to a small town when my dad got transferred and it was going to be different. Not that I hadn't gotten anything out the deal, I'd finally gotten my parents to pay for me to take a year off after high school and travel. I wasn't nervous about my first day, I had always been popular and I had no doubt that this factor at least would be no different. I think now that maybe I had a false sense of security because I was pretty and I knew it. I was a short girl, 5'2 and weighed around 100lbs at 18 years old. I had long platinum blonde hair and big violet eyes with long eyelashes. I had a little upturned pixie nose and thick, full lips. My skin was a bit pale, but not in a ghostly or unpleasant way. My breasts were small, but they fit my small frame. As an athlete, I was in pretty good shape with a flat stomach, a tight little butt, and shapely legs. I was impressed with myself, but I wouldn't say I was vain. Just a little too confident. My parents had bought me a car for my 18th birthday and I remember feeling very happy as I pulled into the student parking lot about twenty minutes before class started on that first day. I parked and got out. I thought that I was dressed very cutely in my tight, dark straight leg jeans and my tight little striped sweater. I walked up to the front entrance and I was immediately struck by how different this school was. My old school was big and modern and looked like it was a place for the best and the brightest. This building was old and the colors were all faded. It looked like it had been built in the fifties or something. It was also a lot tinier than my old school and it was a little weird. There were relatively few students. I found out later that each class had around 50 students, so around 200 students. My old school had over 1500 students total. There were only few people outside and I walked in the front door and made my way down the hallway. At the end of this first hallway was a big, open lunchroom with other little hallways shooting off the sides where the classes were located. It looked like everyone just spent his or her mornings hanging out in the lunchroom talking. There was a pleasant little chatter going on and I started to feel comfortable. The school might've been old and ugly, but the kids looked just like all the kids everywhere. There was a little group of nerds sitting in one corner talking about whatever little Japanese card game was getting big, there was another group of stoner kids, and all the various social groups you expect in high school, just smaller groups. I looked around and saw a group of football players wearing their letterman's jackets. I figured this was the place for me to go. Their girlfriends would be around soon and I would be in with the group I belonged with. Everything started out well. "Hey, you new here?" one of the football players asked as I walked past the table. Boys were so easy. I had to work not to smile at myself. "Yeah, I just moved here over the summer from Westdale," I explained and the guy, who was kind of big and kind of ugly nodded and smiled at me. "Well, welcome to Lexington High School," he said in a friendly way and all the other football players greeted me. I could feel them looking at me and I would be lying if I said I didn't like it. Suddenly, I heard a voice from behind me. "Umm...hello?" the voice said in a way that was kind of sweet but in a way that indicated she was trying to be a bitch. I turned around and there was a crowd of girls standing behind me. The one who had spoken to me was in the front and she had her arms crossed. "Hi," I said, feeling suddenly intimidated. "Are you looking for someone or something?" she asked as though she were really trying to be helpful. "No, just saying hello. I am new here," I said. I was better looking than her and I could tell it was eating her up inside. This kind of stuff happens all the time in high school, but it was a lot scarier to do this without any friends around me. "Oh," she said and then just looked at me. She looked at one of the football players who had been talking to me and gave him a look like he had been cheating on her with me, "Well I am Crystal Kimble." "Shae Sullivan," I replied. The four or five other girls curtly introduced themselves. "Well I guess you got to say hi to everyone," Crystal said and then she sat down at the table with the football players. The other girls followed suit and there wasn't a seat left at the table, "So I guess we'll see you later," she said in her sweetest voice possible. I felt like I had been slapped in the face. I mean these were the kinds of girls that I hung out with back at my old school. I had known right away that they were going to be my friends. I felt embarrassed to have just stood there and taken it but at the same time I was completely impotent by myself. I walked away from the table and just as I was out of earshot I heard a whisper and then they let out a little catty laugh. My cheeks were hot and I felt like everyone in the gym was staring at me. I walked off into a hallway and desperately searched for my locker. I wanted to stick my head into it so that no one could see me. I eventually found it and put my bag inside. The rest of the day didn't get much better. I sat by myself in homeroom and only the sorts of people I felt uncomfortable around would talk to me. It seemed like all the boys who were even remotely good looking were already dating someone and as a result they were terrified of talking to me. The classrooms were smaller and dingier than at my old school. Things got really bad during third period when my cell phone went off in class and the teacher yelled at me and then took it away. She said I could get it back at the end of the day. Crystal was in that class if I remember correctly. She was laughing at me. I felt so stupid. I had been on the giving end of these little games before but no one at my old school would've dared acted like this around me. No one snickered behind my back and no one refused to talk to me. I felt like crying the entire day. However, after eating a lunch by myself in a little table near the back of the room I came up with a plan. I would go and talk to the cheerleading coach after my last period. If I could get onto the squad I could start to make friends and everything would get better. I actually felt happy again by the end of the day. When the final bell rang I rushed towards the gym. I got lost a little bit on the way, but eventually I was able to find it. I opened up the door and stepped in. I came in at the same time the cheerleading squad was coming out of the girl's locker room. I could tell they were the cheerleaders. They had great hair and they walked with so much confidence. It was like they knew that they ran the place. I saw Crystal walking in the front. She wasn't even good-looking! She had a horse face and her legs were chunky. They saw me standing in the middle of the gym and I saw Crystal whisper something into one of the other girl's ears and the girl laughed. They walked up together and stood in front of me. They didn't say anything for a minute, they just looked at me. "Hey Thae," she said in a friendly and syrupy manner. "It's Shae, actually," I said, feeling a little bit nervous for some reason. I never felt like this before. This social pressure. It was incredibly unpleasant. "Oh yeah," she said, "I'm sorry. What are you doing here? This is cheerleading practice." "Yeah, I know," I said. "Well, you aren't a cheerleader," she replied and I felt like spitting on her. She was standing there with her hands on her hips and I wanted to spit on her and then maybe kill her. This was the exact opposite of how life should be! "I know, I was going to talk to the coach. I was a cheerleader at my old school. I was thinking about joining here," I replied. Finding some confidence for my voice. "Oh I'm sorry," Crystal said and she said it like she meant it and that made it all the more maddening, "We have our try-outs in the summer. There aren't anymore spots." "School only started a couple weeks ago, I just want to talk to the coach," I said, trying to push past her to get to the locker-room. He put her hands out and stopped me. "Listen," she said, getting a little angry now. I looked into her beady little eyes and she stared right back at me, "We are already complete. I am the captain of this team. If I tell the coach you are causing problems, she won't just keep you off the team, she'll get you banned from the football games," she threatened. "You can't do that," I said, but I wasn't sure. I stopped pushing against her. "You shouldn't be so sure. I can't imagine you want to get into any more trouble. After all, you already got your phone confiscated. You did remember to get that back before Mrs. Fuller left didn't you?" she asked. I realized that I had left the phone there. I didn't care if I looked like an idiot. I turned and ran back to the classroom and I could hear them laughing at me long after I was out the door. I tried to sprint towards the classroom but I couldn't remember where it was. The building was such a little maze of hallways and lockers and they all looked dingy and the same. Eventually, I thought that I was on the right track. I made it to the classroom just as she was getting ready to lock up. She gave me a sour look but let me in to get my phone. I grabbed it and quickly ran out to my car. I sat down in the front seat and flipped my phone open. There was a text message from Meghan my best friend from Westdale, "Have a good first day! Luv ya!" It said. I put my head against the steer wheel and cried. I don't know how long I cried there but I remember it was the single most lonesome moment of my entire life. Chapter 2: A Clique For the rest of the week I begged my parents everyday to go back. I begged them to get new jobs and go back to the suburbs and away from this hellish little town. I said I'd give up my trip and go right to college like they wanted. I wanted to see my friends and I wanted to be the queen bee again. I couldn't stand sitting at the lunch table by myself anymore. I couldn't stand the feeling of sitting in the middle of the classroom and having no one to pass notes to. It was getting to be horrible. The worst thing was that Crystal and her friends weren't even making fun of me anymore. They were pretending like I didn't even exist. I cried in between classes sometimes and by the end of the first week I was slinking around the hallways, trying to act invisible and hoping that no one noticed me. It was weird to see the world from the other side. I saw other people who were like me at my old school. The day must've just zipped by for them. Every class was like a little date with your boyfriend or a chance to hang out with your friends. Then there was me and couple of other cretins who just took the 400 or 500 hours it took to get through the day, feeling ugly and dirty. The Wednesday of the first week of school was the absolute worst day of my entire life. I walked in the front door and for the first time there were people looking at me. I didn't know what they were looking at, I checked my clothes for stains and my hair for objects but there was nothing. I could hear people whispering about me behind their hands and I could feel their eyes burning into me. I went to my first class and I could still hear the whispering. I nearly made it to lunch but I started getting more and more paranoid. I had to know what was going on but at the same time I was terrified. In my fourth period class I asked to be excused. I didn't know what I planned to do but I had to get away from people. I ran into the girl's bathroom and got into one of the stalls. I sat there for a few minutes and just breathed deeply, feeling a bit sick to my stomach. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew that it was bad. I heard someone else walk into the room, then another. "Hey Jill," one voice said. "Hey," was the reply. "So did you hear about the new girl?" the girl asked. I sat up straight on the toilet and listened. "No," Jill said, sounding interested, "What happened?" "Well," the girl said, talking like she had a big, juicy piece of gossip to tell, "I heard she was at that party at Morgan's house last weekend and Crystal went upstairs to get her coat to leave. At she opened the door and that new chick Shae, she was in there totally hooking up with Matt Miller!" They laughed really hard. "No way!" she said. "I heard from Cindy and she heard it directly from Crystal." "That is so nasty. Matt Miller is so gross. That chick is a total skank." I was already crying by this point. I had no idea who Matt Miller was but I didn't want anyone thinking I was having sex with anyone. I didn't want anyone talking about me at all. I wanted to be away from this place and I never wanted to come back. The girls finished putting on their make-up or whatever they were doing. I slowly opened the door and walked out of the stall. I was surprised to see someone at the sink washing her face. She was some punk looking chick with dyed hair and thick eye shadow and she stared at me with a sort of blank stare and noticed my puffy eyes. "Chill out there new chick," she said with a little bit of a laugh in her voice, "They'll find out somebody hooked up with somebody else next week and you'll but old news." "But I didn't..." I started indignantly, then I simply ran out of the bathroom. At least if she laughed I didn't hear her as I was leaving. I considered just getting in my car and driving home but my mom didn't work and she would make me come back. She kept telling me that it would be tough at first but it would get better. But she didn't have to come here and the ladies who lived on our block weren't quite as bitchy as their daughters. Finally, I decided to just go to lunch. I would put up with all of the horrible stares and the rumors because I really didn't have a choice. I bought myself a lunch and sat down in my little corner table all by myself. Occasionally someone would stare at me, but they had mostly gotten that out of their system. Now they were all discussing me at their tables. I felt like a leper. "Alright Barbie, come sit with us," Someone said. I shook my head out of my little daze and looked over at the source of the voice. There were three girls standing next to my little table and they were looking at me with a weird mixture of contempt, sympathy, and genuine kindness. However, these were not the girls that I would usually have hung out with. The girl who had spoken to me was someone I had heard of before. I knew her name was Julie and that she was sort of the leader of a little clique of punk/goth chicks who were very pretty but very weird. The rumor going around school was that they were lesbians. I didn't care what they were; I wanted to sit with someone at lunch. I stood up without saying anything. Julie was a lot taller than me, probably 5'7 and very, very thin maybe 100lbs. She had sort of spiky, shoulder length hair that was dyed jet black and kind of puff in some way, but not nappy. She had thick, emerald eye shadow and had put her eyeliner on very thick and black. It accentuated her green eyes and actually looked very nice. She had a naturally innocent face with large eyes and soft features, but she wore a smirk on her face that indicated that she was anything but. She had a little nose stud and a metal ball right under her lip on the right side of her face. Her body was lithe, like a model and she had very small, perky breasts. She had a necklace that looked like a dog collar on and her arms had dozens of little bracelets that overlaps and clinked whenever she moved. Her arms were thin and elegant. She was wearing combat boots with black fishnet stockings running up to a short, black skirt. Lastly she had a skintight dark blue tank top with a white skull on the front. Her skin was milky. I couldn't believe how beautiful she was and why a girl so pretty wouldn't be on the cheerleading squad. The other two girls were obviously her little minions, but they were surprisingly pretty as well. The one on the right was the girl I had seen in the bathroom earlier. She was medium height, probably 5'5 and no more than 105lbs. She had long hair that was black on the bottom where it was sort of growing out but with light blonde hair on top. I say growing out, but it was obviously an intentional look. She had a warm and open face and was actually smiling at me. She had thick lips and, I would later learn, a tongue stud. Her breasts were quite large, probably C-cups and she had light colored skin. She was also wearing a black skirt, but she was also wearing a tight pink t-shirt. Her thick eye shadow was pink and she also had the thick eyeliner. As I stood up Julie introduced this girl as Tara. The other girl she introduced as Misty. She was not as slim as the other girls, but not chubby by any standard. She was probably 5'4 and about 125lbs. She had short, jet black hair with little deep purple highlights. Not surprisingly, her eye shadow was purple. She had a bit of a severe look on her face, pretty but angry. She had C-cup breasts and a curvy body. Her black tank-top was short and I could see a bellybutton ring. She too was wearing a skirt, although hers was plaid and she too was wearing combat boots. They were all so bizarrely appealing. "Um...Okay," I said, unable to come up with a way to agree to go with them that wasn't lame. They didn't say anything; they just turned and started walking. I decided that there was no point in waiting and quickly grabbed my lunch and jogged after them. They sat at a table in a different corner of the room. They sat down, all on one side of the table. It was clear I was supposed to sit on the opposite side. It was like it was an interview for the opportunity to sit with them. A month ago I wouldn't have dreamed of degrading myself like that, but at this point I didn't really have any options. I was too lonely to care. We sat at the table and ate quietly for a hile. I looked up at them out of the corner of my eye but they didn't seem to say anything. I could see that some of the people around the cafeteria were looking at us. To this day I believe that Julie only asked me to sit with them that day to get her name all over school. She just wanted to make a splash. The fact that we all became friends was just a happy little bonus to her initial plan. Finally, when there was ten minutes left in lunch, one of them spoke. "So are you going to say anything or are you just going to eat that nasty food?" Misty asked in a snotty sort of way. I instantly knew that she was not really happy that I was there. "I don't know," I said. "We just wanted to get to know you is all. There aren't new girls here that often," Tara said. I realized now that she was seriously trying to be nice to be in the bathroom earlier. I felt bad for running away. "I don't know why you'd want to get to know me. It seems like everyone in this school hates me," I replied dryly. "That's pretty much the only reason we like you at this point," Julie said. I would learn that Julie didn't say anything just to say it. If she had something to say it was going to be direct, brutal, and truthful. It was the exact opposite of cheerleader speak and it took me a while to realize it wasn't mean. I hung on to the fact that Tara was being nice to me at this point. A New Girl When the pizza arrived I was given the money and sent to go pick it up. I took the money from a guy I recognized from school and he seemed shocked to see me there and also with my new looked. But he gave me this sort of lusty look that I took as a compliment. I decided I wouldn't tip him. I had already given him enough, being the first guy to see my new look. He didn't act disappointed. I went back downstairs and we all sat around and ate. It was a pepperoni pizza and it was incredibly good. I asked where it was from and they said some little local place. Maybe this little town wasn't so bad at all. As we were eating, Julie pulled out a case of Milwaukee's Best from behind her bed and took it open. "Oh gross, the Beast," Misty said and made a gagging noise. Julie pretended like she didn't hear and handed each of us a can. I held it in my hand for a moment; long after the other girls had popped theirs open and taken a drink. I saw Misty looking at me around the rim of her can. She was putting it down and I could tell she was about to say something. I popped open the can and put it to my lips. I took a quick sip of the murky liquid and it tasted terrible. I felt like gagging, but I drank a full mouthful. I felt my eyes watering. "Holy shit!" I heard Tara say, "Look, that half bottle of vodka we lost last time! It was behind the TV!" She pulled a bottle of clear liquid in a big plastic bottle with a red top from behind the TV. The other girls cheered. "This is way better than beer," Julie said to me and I thanked god for that. Misty got up and ran out of the room. "I'll get the shot glasses," she said as she went. A few minutes later she was back in the room holding four little shot glasses in her hand. Julie turned the video game off and we all sat in a circle with the bottle and the case of beer in the middle of us. Julie carefully filled each little glass with the liquid and then handed them out. I looked at it and smelled it. I thought I was going to vomit. "To bullshit!" Misty said, lifting her glass. The other girls lifted their glasses so I did the same. The other girl's put the glass to their mouths, put their heads back and sucked down the liquid. So I did the same. The liquid felt hot as it oozed down my stomach and it tasted like rubbing alcohol. My eyes were really watering now and I felt sick to my stomach. "Blaw," I said, unable to contain myself. The other girls laughed. "Lightweight," Misty said derisively. "You'll get used to it," Tara said, "It tastes better when it's mixed with something anyway." I seriously doubted that anything could cover that taste but I nodded my head. We took three more shots right in a row. I didn't at that time realize how much that was, but fifteen minutes later I was feeling quite bizarre. More than bizarre. I was already hammered at that point. Two shots later the bottle was gone and I was three sheets to the wind. "Hey you guys," I said, "I am really glad we are friends now." I don't know what that was supposed to add to the conversation, but they seemed to be entertained with my antics. They giggled at me. "I don't think you should have anything else to drink," Tara said, trying to be helpful. I should've listened to her, but instead I had two more beers before the night was over. "I have an idea," I said and the girl's all listened, "Let's play truth or dare. Then we can get to know one another." It seemed like a good idea at the time. Misty and Julie seemed to think it was a good idea. Tara was nervous, but she didn't object too loudly. We moved the empty beer cans and vodka bottle out of the middle of our circle. "Well it was your idea Shae, you should ask someone first," Julie said and I agreed. "Okay," I agreed, "Well then Julie: Truth or Dare?" I asked. I could tell I was slurring my speech and I was acting in a bizarre fashion, but it seemed so normal while I was doing it. "Truth," she said. I decided to go for the jugular. Everyone knew that truth or dare has to become sexual to be any fun, so I skipped the middleman of lame truths and bad dares. "Alright," I said, "Are you a virgin?" I knew it was a sort of weird question, but I didn't have anything else. The other girls sort of laughed. "Uh..No. No I am not," she said as though it was a sort of lame question and I was embarrassed. Now it was on Julie to ask questions. "Tara, truth or dare?" she asked. I think they had played before; they skipped any warm up questions and got into deeper, dirtier stuff. "Truth," Tara said instantly. "I know you are a masturbation freak," Julie explained, "You ever play with your ass when you are messing with yourself?" I was shocked. It was so clearly across the line. But the other girls just giggled and kept going like it was part of the plan. "Well," Tara said, taking a sip of her beer, "If you must know I sometimes do. I don't use any toys or anything, but I like to rub myself there when the mood really strikes." She said it without blushing or acting as though the question embarrassed her in anyway. I was shocked. "Shae: Truth or Dare," Tara asked me. I should've known I was getting myself into something bad, they knew one another and I was the only mystery. They were going to ask me every time. I decided I didn't want to do a truth. "Dare," I said, after thinking for quite awhile. "Alright," Tara said, tapping her index finger against her chin as though she was thinking quite deeply, "I want you...to give me a kiss," she said. The other girls rolled their eyes. Apparently, Tara liked to ask girls to kiss her. My heart was beating rapidly. If I hadn't been drinking the entire time I might've balked at such a request. But I knew that I didn't have a choice. Tara was sitting across from me and I looked at her. She was a gorgeous girl. There were far worse people on earth that I could be asked to kiss. I decided that I might as well do it. I had never kissed a girl, but I wasn't grossed out by it. Tara got on her hands and knees and crawled over to me. I looked into her eyes and I could see them smiling at me. I was sort of flattered that she even wanted to do this. I closed my eyes. A few seconds later I felt a hot, warm feeling against my lips. It was a simple kiss; she just pressed her lips against mine. But it felt wonderful. I couldn't believe it. I had made out with my ex-boyfriend many times, I had even let him get to second base, but Tara's lips were so soft and she tasted so sweet. I really liked it. Eventually she was finished and she backed away from me. I was surprised by how much I wanted her to keep going. It was my turn again. I knew that I couldn't ask Misty. I didn't want her to have control over the game. At the same time, I couldn't go back to Julie, I had already asked her. I decided to go with Tara, even though it had just been her turn. "Tara: truth or dare?" I asked. She seemed pleased that I went this way. "Dare," she said in a sultry way. I saw a look in her eyes that surprised me. It was the kind of look I would've given a boy if I were playing this game. It threw me off for a moment, but I went ahead and asked a dare. "Alright," I said, "I dare you to take your skirt off," I didn't even think when I said it. I just did it. The other girls cheered. This was a apparently a better choice than my first truth. Tara shrugged and carefully removed her black skirt. She was wearing a pair of black bikini cut panties and she looked very cute. She sat back down in an Indian style fashion. I looked at her panties for a moment then shook my head. What was I doing? "Okay Julie: truth or dare?" Tara asked. "Truth," Julie said. Misty was obviously angry that she had been completely shut out thus far, but that it exactly what I wanted. "When was the last time you had sex and who was it with?" She asked. This was technically a breach of the rules. It was two truths. But Julie didn't complain. She just answered. "It was a week ago today actually. I don't even know the guys name. It was in the bathroom of that concert we went to in Easton. I was so drunk. I mean he wore a condom, but it was still stupid," she said and I was shocked. What kind of girls had I gotten myself into? "You are such a whore," Misty said and the other girls laughed. I joined in but in a self-conscious sort of way. "Alright then Misty: truth or dare?" Julie asked as though it were a response to the jab. I felt my blood run cold. "Dare," She said after a moment of hesitation. "Okay. Since Tara is in her panties, I dare you to take off your shirt and sit in your bra," she said. I applauded with everyone else. Misty did as she had been dared and she was quickly sitting in the room with only a little pink bra on. She had a large amount of cleavage and I was surprised by how appealing it looked. Misty looked at me as soon as her shirt was off. "Shae," she said in an almost accusatory fashion, "Truth or dare?" I wasn't in the least bit surprised. I considered the options. I didn't really want to know what she wanted to know about me or what she wanted me to do. I was going to lose either way I went. "Truth," I said. At least truth was past action usually; I wouldn't do anything embarrassing in front of everyone. "Okay," she said, thinking, "how often do you masturbate?" she asked. I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I even smiled. "Oh I don't do that," I said, telling the truth. I had just never had the desire to do it. "Liar." "I swear to God," I said and looked at her solemnly. She looked disgusted but didn't say anything. I decided to go after her. "Fine," I said, "Misty: truth or dare?" "Dare," she said, almost before the words were out of my mouth. I didn't really have anything ready. "Well," I said, taking my time to think, "I dare you to take off your skirt also. I want you in your bra and panties," I said. The other girls seemed to accept this as a worthwhile dare. I swear to God, Misty actually blushed as she removed her skirt. She was wearing big, white, granny panties and everyone, including me, made fun of her. She decided to go somewhere else. "Tara," she said, "Truth or dare?" "Truth." "Who is the weirdest person you have ever had a sexual fantasy about?" she asked. "Fantasy means like a person I could control having a daydream about right? Not like a dream where shit happens and I am out of control?" Tara asked. "Yeah," "I fantasized about my cousin one time," She said in a less than embarrassed fashion. She decided not to elaborate and as that was all the dare called for, no one could ask her to do any more. "Okay Julie," she said, "It has been awhile for you: truth or dare?" she asked. "Dare." "I dare you to..."Tara said, thinking deeply, "I dare you to kiss me." Everyone sighed again, but Tara didn't seem to mind. Julie was sitting directly next to her so they turned and kissed. It was more than my sweet little kiss with Tara. Julie put her hand against Tara's cheek and their lips met. They pressed their lips together and their mouths opened. Their tongues met and I watched closely as they rubbed together. I was amazed to find that I was truly aroused. I was embarrassed that I found myself becoming wet as I watched them. Eventually, their kiss broke and Julie turned to me. "Truth or dare?" she asked without saying whom it was directed towards. It was obviously intended for me. I had done a truth the last time, so I decided to switch it up. "Dare you to take off your shirt and bra and show us your tits," Julie said and the other girls whooped it up. The alcohol was deep into my blood now and this seemed like a great idea. I didn't even think twice. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and threw off my tie. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. I slid my bra down my arms and threw it on the ground. I had always been very, although secretly, proud of my breasts. They aren't very large but they are teardrop shaped with a nice, round bottom and a sloping top with small, erect nipples. Sometimes when I got out of the shower, I would look at them in the mirror and feel their weight in my hands. I could feel the other girl's eyes on my pink little nipples but they didn't say anything. I took my right hand and gently rubbed my right breast once. 'There you go," I said. The other girls were stunned. I don't think they thought I had it in me. "You are gorgeous," Tara said, almost as though she didn't realize she was saying it. I felt like I was blushing, but I couldn't be sure. "Never seen a cheerleaders tits," Misty said. I could tell she was trying to be a bitch about my cheerleader past, but she was so in to ogling my breasts that it sounded more reverent than anything. I decided to let it roll off my shoulders. I decided to keep things moving, even as I felt my nipples getting hard in the brisk air. "Tara: Truth or Dare baby?" I asked and giggled. I don't know why I said 'baby' but it seemed hilarious at the time. Tara seemed to shake her head out of a daydream. But then Julie interrupted me. She had been looking at me oddly ever since I had taken my shirt off. I now think that she asked the dare just to throw me off and knew I wasn't the kind of person to do that. Now that I had, I think she realized what a lightweight I was and that I was completely out of my head at this point. "I think that Shae maybe had a little too much to drink," She said. Despite my disagreement, she decided to put the game to and end. She told me that I would thank her in the morning for keeping me from going any farther. I said that I would not, but she put a movie on her TV and I got underneath of my blanket and, shirtless, watched the movie and then fell asleep almost immediately. When I woke up the next morning I realized that my breasts were exposed and I was intensely embarrassed. Luckily, I was awake before anyone else and I quickly put my shirt and bra back on. When Misty woke up she was relentless. She made fun of me for kissing Tara and for taking my shirt off. She called me a slut and tried to get the other girls to laugh at me. She took to calling me "lightweight" instead of by my name, which I found intensely annoying. Luckily, the other girls were a little bit sweeter than she was and they simply made some breakfast and we ate. While I was a little bit embarrassed by what had happened during the night, I was thought about two things. The first was that I had exposed myself to my friends, both physically and emotionally. I was a part of them now and I made no excuses for that even if I was a bit embarrassed by how I had done that. The second was the fact that my female friends had aroused me. Furthermore, when I thought back upon it was I was still aroused. I didn't want to dwell too much on these thoughts. I don't want to say that I was disturbed by them, because I wasn't but I would say that it was something I felt I wasn't ready to deal with. I tried to simply ignore that thought, but it seemed to be nagging at the back of my mind. When eventually I went home for the day, I didn't know what to make of this feeling, but in the future it would change my life. Chapter 5: Stress Reduction The next week and the weeks after went well. I ate with my friends at lunch and hung out with them after school. I even generally got along with Misty and had a good time whenever we hung out. By Early November, I felt like I was really a part of the group and not a junior member. I didn't even really think about it anymore. It was just natural now. The other people at school had stopped messing with me now. I came to realize that in a way Julie was a very powerful and popular girl at school. She didn't hang out with people besides our group or do anything, but she acted as a counterpoint to Crystal. Anyone who had a problem with Crystal knew that Julie was a willing ally. Furthermore, Julie was constantly trying to get under Crystal's skin, to crack her façade. One day in November, there was a sort of odd day. I saw all my friends in the morning and we told little jokes and did all of those things that came with the morning routine, but just before the bell rang, Julie stood up and said something to Misty, "Hey did you get your dad's car?" "Yeah," Misty said, pulling car keys out of her pocket and jingling them, "I think we should leave around noon." "Where you guys going?" I asked. It wasn't a normal thing to leave school in the middle of the day and it was even a rarer thing for Misty's dad to trust her with the car. "Oh we are going to visit State this afternoon. We are going to stay with Misty's sister and then drive back tomorrow afternoon," Julie said, collecting her books for class. "Sounds fun," I said, feeling dejected. Most Friday nights were spent hanging out at Julie or Misty's house and I was disappointed that that wasn't going to happen this weekend. For the first time I regretted my decision not to go to college right away, I wanted to visit State with them. "Yeah I guess," Misty said, "I kind of don't want to go there, but my dad wants me to look at it." "It's the only place my family is going to be able to afford," Julie said dryly. The bell rang and Tara and I wished them a safe and exciting trip. Tara warned them against frat boys and I giggled at her almost motherly concern for the other girls. So at the end of the school day, Tara and I were walking to the parking lot alone. We didn't even really know what to do with ourselves. We just sort of wandered out to my car aimlessly and made chit-chat. It was amazing how important Julie was to our little group. I wasn't really happy about that fact. Not that I didn't like Julie, I just wanted to be friends with each girl individually. I was happy that Tara and I had a chance to maybe bond separately, outside of the group. "So what do you want to do?" I asked as I buckled up my seatbelt. "Want to go to the mall?" she asked. "I'm broke. I mean if you really want to we can, but I can't even afford food," I explained. "Me too," She said. We all sort of relied on Misty's dad, "How about your place?" "Nah, my Mom is going to be there and she is so annoying when someone is over," I said. She hadn't always been that way, but she disliked my new friends. They had gone over there once about a month ago and she scolded me because they were loud and crude and disrespectful. I didn't see it, but that's what she said. So I didn't take anyone back to my house anymore. "Well we can go to the trailer," she said, referring to her house, "My dad is at work until 7 a.m. tomorrow morning. I mean if you don't mind hanging out in a trailer." She always seemed to be a little embarrassed by her financial situation. "Sounds good to me. We can watch TV or something," I said and we drove over to her trailer. It was actually a very nice trailer. A double wide. Her room was only slightly smaller than mine and because it was just her and her dad, it was more than enough space. I parked in front of it and we walked in the front door. Immediately inside the trailer was a living room and to the right was the kitchen. We walked through the living room to the left and down a thin hallway. Her father's room was next, then there was the bathroom, and finally Tara's room. Her room was the largest in the trailer and she had a double bed, a little desk with a chair, and a dresser that had a TV and a DVD player. She sat down on her bed and clicked on the TV. I plopped down on the bed next to her and smoothed out my skirt. We sat in silence for a while and watched TV. It was a little strange, just the two of us. It felt like we were missing too much. I decided to just talk to Tara a bit. I found I liked her the most of all my friends and I wanted to be close with her, like I had been with my best friend back in Westdale. A New Girl "So what are you doing this weekend," I asked. 'I don't know," she said, sort of blankly as she stared at the TV. I still don't understand how someone can watch a 22 year old man tell Maury that he is 150% sure he is not the father of a child that looks just like him over and over again, but this was Tara's favorite show. "I have a terrible weekend lined up," I said, honestly. This got Tara's attention. She turned and looked at me. "Oh yeah? How so?" she asked. "I have like three tests next Monday that I haven't even started to study for plus I have to finish 'Great Expectations' for English by Tuesday. On top of that my aunt is supposed to stop by on Sunday so my family wants me to go to church with them. Worst, I have a group project for Statistics and I have to go to the library for like three hours tomorrow," I explained and I found myself getting tense just talking about it. "That sucks," Tara said, "You should relax though. It won't be that bad." "I know, its just...It's like it never stops you know? I'll finish this and then next week they'll be like thirty new things I have to do." "Do you mind if I say something?" Tara said, muting her television and looking at me in the eyes. "What?" I asked. "You are entirely too high strung. Don't get me wrong. I love you. I think you are like the coolest girl in the entire school, but you are way to high strung for your own health. You need to know how to relax," she said and I considered it. She was definitely right, I mean my entire experience since I went to this school has just been so tense and even now that I was starting to feel right I still found that I was often very nervous, sometimes even to the point where I got a headache. I felt touched that she cared enough to notice. "I know you're right," I said, sighing, "But I don't know how." "You just got to figure something to do when you feel stressed that relieves you a little bit. Like I know that Julie plays Wii anytime that she is upset. She plays that stupid boxing game," she said. I knew that Wii was not what I needed. "What do you do?" I asked, wanting a better example. "I masturbate," she said, matter-of-factly. I was surprised. I vaguely remembered a mention that Tara liked to masturbate a lot from that first night I was drinking, but I didn't remember it very well. It was also strange to have her just come out and say it. I didn't do it, but if I did I wouldn't have gone around blabbing to everyone about it. "Really?" I asked, unable to believe that it was a valid coping mechanism. "Sure!" she said and then got up from the bed. She got on her hands and knees and reached under her bed. She dug around for a few moments and then set a Rubbermaid box up on the bed and then climbed back up and sat down with me. She opened up the lid and inside there was about six or seven multi-colored, penis shaped devices. "What are those?" I asked, feeling a bit strange. "They're my dildos," she said matter of factly. She dug around and pulled out a small, pink one. It was probably three quarters of an inch thick and about four or five inches long. She set it down on the bed. She reached around and pulled out a large, purple one. It was an inch and a half thick at the base and about seven or eight inches long. She put this one down on the bed as well. She closed up the Rubbermaid box and set it back on the floor. "What are you doing?" I asked warily. "I am going to teach you how to do this," she said. She said it as though it weren't in any way sexual. Like she was teaching me to braid hair or something. "Oh I don't think so," I said, standing up from the bed. "Don't be a dick, Shae," she said giggling, "You need to get laid. You don't have a boyfriend, so you have to do it yourself. It doesn't make you weird. Everyone needs to masturbate every once in awhile. I do it all the time, I am really good. If I teach you how to do it, you are really going to like it." I considered it for a moment. I looked at the dildos on the table and I had to admit to myself that I was curious. Sex was something I had always been curious about, but I had always been afraid to do it or talk to someone about it. "Can I use the little one?" I asked and she laughed. "That was the idea," she said and then lifted the little pink dildo off of the bed and put it in my head. It was heavier than I had expected and very hard. It was plastic but somehow felt sort of velvety. It was very nice. Tara picked up her larger dildo. "What do I do?" I asked. "Well I usually do this naked," she said and bit her lip, "Do you want to get naked?" This was going a little far. I didn't really know what sort of line it would be crossing. It was making me nervous. However, that was exactly what I wanted to cure. Besides, this was the sort of thing that could really bond me with Tara. I know that sounds weird, but it made sense at the time. I took a deep breath. "Okay," I said eventually, "If you get naked first." I didn't want to end up getting naked and then have this turn into some sort of big joke on me. She smiled. "Okay," she said. She stood up next to the bed. She grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up over her head. She was wearing a red bra and her breasts looked massive. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. She kicked the skirt off of her boots. She unhooked her bra and slid it off her arms. I almost gasped. Her breasts were beautiful. They looked so big on her thin little body and they were very nicely shaped. I felt an odd tingling all over my body. She did take long to hook her fingers into her black thong and slid it down her body. She had a beautiful pink pussy with a small, well-kempt patch of dark hair on the top. She sat back down on the bed and then looked at me like it was my turn. She looked so incredibly hot, still wearing her black combat boots. "Okay," I said and stood up, "by the way, you look...gorgeous." "Thanks," she said and blushed deeply. I stood up and carefully removed my little tie and then unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall on the ground. I unzipped my skirt and removed it as well. I took a deep breath and unhooked my bra and let it fall. I heard a little squeal come out of Tara, but pretended I didn't noticed. I was a bit embarrassed that my nipples were hard little bullets. I then slipped off my panties and let them fall to the floor too. I kicked off my flip flops and looked down at my vagina. I have a pink labia and my clit always seems to be hard. I was clean-shaven. "You are so hot!" Tara said and now it was my turn to blush. I climbed back up on the bed. We just looked at each other for a minute and then laughed nervously. "Well what do we do?" I asked after a few moments. "Okay, let sit with our legs spread facing each other. Yeah like that, but put your feet against mine," she said. I saw the lips of her pussy open up and I could see her clit and her pink inner lips. It was amazingly beautiful and I found myself staring at her. Her entire thin little body was so beautiful and her nipples were now hard as well. I have never even found a guy as appealing as I found Tara right now. "What now?" I said in a sort of hollow, far away voice. "I want you just to do what I do," she said sweetly. She licked the tips of her finger and then slowly started to circle her clitoris with her fingers. I did the same. It was amazing. I felt a tingle all over my body and my hips sort of moved on their own a little. I even moaned. "Oh God!" I said, "That is amazing!" "We're just starting," Tara said and gave me a devlish smile. We continued to rub ourselves for a while and I felt like my entire body was out of control. I pressed my feet hard against Tara's and, without even thinking, took one of my hands and gently started to knead my breast, tweaking my nipple as I went. I looked at Tara and she seemed to be enjoying herself as well. She was biting her lower lip and looking down at my pussy while we played. "How wet are you," She asked me after a few more minutes. I held my finger down underneath of my hard little clit and felt my vagina. It was dripping onto Tara's bed. "Very," I said. "Taste your fingers," she said and then she dipped her fingers into her juices and put them into her mouth. I didn't event think twice, I just stuck my fingers in my mouth and taste my sweet, salty juices. I loved it! It tasted wonderful and was just so bad. Tara picked up her dildo and gently set it next to her pussy lips then looked at me. Reluctantly, I picked up the other dildo and held it in the same way and same spot as Tara. Carefully, she started to work the dildo gently into her pussy, spinning it and coating it with her juices to get it nice and lubricated. I did the same. I was so tight, but slowly I started to feel it slide into me. I can't even describe the way it felt to have my pussy filled up. I felt like my entire body was full, like there had been a part of me missing that was now there. "Holy shit!" I moaned as I felt my fingers touch my labia; the entire dildo was inside of me. "Good job!" Tara said and then moaned herself. She had the even larger dildo completely inside of herself, "Now just kind of move it around or in an out in anyway that feels good, but don't stop touching your clit," She tutored and then started to grind her hips into her dildo. She was rubbing her beautiful, big tits while she did this. Watching her made me want to masturbate more. I couldn't understand what my body was doing while I started to grind my hips into my dildo while I watched Tara. At the same time I rubbed my clit with my thumb and with my other hand I pinched my nipples. I groaned loudly and arched my back. My eyes were closed now and I just kept pounding my hips into the dildo. Suddenly I felt an intense buzz come over me. I felt something stirring in my pussy. I fucked the dildo harder and moaned even louder, screaming as I suddenly came. I wish I could tell you what my orgasm felt like, but to put it in words would be completely impossible. It was simply heavenly. Suddenly, while I was cumming, a thick jet of hot liquid squirted out of my pussy. I didn't know at the time that women could ejaculate. It was an intense feeling. I grunted as it came out of me and splashed across Tara's tits. I was so embarrassed. "Oh shit, I love it!" Tara moaned and then she too came. It was so hot to watch, her whole body shook and she screamed loudly and pinched her breasts as hard as she could and then her body went limp. I let her lay there for a few moments before I spoke. "I am sorry," I said, mortified by whatever had come out of my body. "Oh no Shae, don't be. That happens sometimes. I am glad it was good," she said and I smiled. She was a good friend. "It was, thank you," I said. Acting completely on instinct, I got up on my knees and moved towards her. I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. I put my hand against her cheek and pulled her head into my lips. I felt her tongue against my lips and I opened my mouth and allowed it to enter me. Our tongues danced and I tasted the sweet flavor of her mouth. After a moment our kiss broke. "I have to get a shower," she said, "Want to help?" I simply nodded. We stood up and held hands and she led me to her bathroom. It was just a shower stall, not a bathtub and as we climb inside it was tight. I was standing behind her and I felt my breasts against her back and my hips against her butt. She turned the water on and it was cold at first but quickly got warm. The entire shower filled with steam. "Hand me the soap," I said and she complied. I took the soap in my hands and gently rubbed it against her back. She dropped her head and let me massage it into her back. Soaping her gently all the way down her back. I moved the soap up and down her arms and in her little armpits. She giggled because it tickled. I slowly soaped her tight little butt, feeling her muscles in my hands. Then I reached around in front of her and carefully soaping her stomach and under her breasts. I took a deep breath and carefully moved the soap over her breasts. I heard her breathing deeply and moaning under her breath. I moved the soap down and carefully cleaned her pubic hair, feeling its softy, curly texture against my fingers. She spread her legs and I carefully moved my soap over her pussy lips. I gently brushed it with the back of my hand. She groaned. She was so amazingly soft. "Tara! You home honey?" We heard a voice say and froze. She turned and our breasts touched, her eyes as big as saucers. "Yeah dad," she said, "Hey Shae and I got caught out in the rain and we had to get a shower. Be out in a minute." I was shocked, she had basically admitted she was in the shower with a girl. "Okay. You want to go out to eat tonight?" he asked. "Sure," she said to him, then more quietly to me, "He doesn't know anything about girls. He probably thinks it is normal for a girl to take a shower with her friends," she explained. I felt a little bit better. We finished quickly, Tara cleaned the soap off of herself and I simply got out and go dried. We wrapped ourselves in towels and went back in her room and got dressed. I watched her dressed, getting one last chance to look at her body. I was surprised at myself, but not embarrassed. "Feeling less tense?" she asked, smiling cutely. I got up and walked over to her. I put my arms around her and gave her a kiss. "Much less," I said. Then I grabbed my stuff and went to my car. Chapter 6: Self-Exploration The next week, everything was back to normal. Tara didn't say anything about our encounter and I was more than happy to allow it to stay at that. Julie and Misty had both really liked State and they were now talking about going to college there together and signing up to be roommates. Everything with my friends was going really well. However, there was one thing that I had talk to Tara about that had come true and was messing with me. The next week offered no let-up. Even after all of my tests and books, I still had more work. I found myself getting stressed out to an incredible degree. I got short with my friends and family and found that I didn't like the way I was acting. Occasionally Tara would give me a looked that seemed to say, "You know how to take care of this." That Friday I went home after I dropped my friends off and decided that I did know what I had to do to take care of this situation. I opened the door to my house and stealth fully looked around. I was happy to see that my mom was out and I looked on the kitchen table and saw that she had driven to Westdale to visit my grandmother and wasn't going to be back until dinnertime. That meant I was completely alone and that no one would disturb me for at least two or three hours. I quickly disrobed right there in the kitchen, gently stacking my clothes on the kitchen table. It felt so sexy to be walking around naked in a place where, all during the day, I was fully dressed and talking to people and doing chores. My nipples got hard just thinking about that fact. I decided to climb up onto the kitchen table. I spread my legs wide, very wide (I was a cheerleader after all) and wetted my fingers with my tongue. I was already a bit damp from the excitement of knowing what I was going to do and as I gently began to rub my clit with my fingers I felt my entire body tremor. I decided to be as loud as I wanted to be. I moaned loudly and screeched whenever the mood struck me. It fell so good. It felt so primal. Carefully I dipped one of my fingers into my pussy. I had never done it before, but it felt amazing. It felt pillowy, wet, and warm. My fingers seem to know what they wanted to do and I just let them, rubbing the inside of my body and making me sweat and moan. I rubbed my small breasts with my other hand, squeezing them to relieve the intensity of my ministrations. It was an amazing feeling, but more than relief it made me feel horny. It made me want to do something bad. I slowly pulled my fingers from pussy and inserted them into my mouth, tasting my alluring flavor and sucking it down. It was a feminine flavor but was somehow still strong and incredibly distinctive. I didn't know what I wanted, but I got up and walked around the kitchen, looking. I liked the way my breasts bounced when I walked. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror over the oven and I was happy with how I looked. I opened up drawers and closed them, I looked under the sink, and over top of the trash compactor. I had no idea what it was I was looking for but I knew that I would get it when I saw it. I opened up the fridge and looked inside. The cold air felt delicious against my skin and I rubbed my nipples. Looking around the cans of soda and milk I found something interesting. It was a small cucumber. It was probably about seven inches long and about an inch and a half wide at its widest point. I picked it up and felt its weight and my pussy got wet. I knew that this was what I wanted. I left the kitchen and sat down on my couch and spread my legs. I took the tip of the cucumber and gently rubbed it against my pussy lips like Tara had taught me with the dildo. It felt so nasty. I slowly started to work the cucumber into my pussy. It stretched me out and I groaned as I went. Slowly I managed to get it the whole way into my body, just a little tip poking out. I just sort of tensed the muscles inside my body around it and it was an amazing feeling. While I was rubbing I finger accidentally grazed my asshole. I was amazed by the sexy little jolt it sent through my body. I moaned and then rubbed it gently with my fingers, holding the cucumber inside of my pussy and rotating it a little with my palm. My asshole was very wet now from my dripping pussy. I bit my lip and gently started to work my index finger into my asshole. I was amazed by how good it felt in connection with my pussy. It was so good; I had to be careful not to move to fast. Slowly, I lower my hips down against my palm until my finger was finally all the way inside of my asshole. I didn't move the finger much, it felt good but too much motion would cause it pain. I kept my finger there, apply pressure to my asshole while I started to play with the cucumber more. I just sort of moved my whole body at once, enjoying the feeling of all the alien objects in my holes. I was moaning gently. Suddenly the full thought of what I was doing and where hit me and it made me feel so good and so naughty. I started to cum. It was only the second time I had cum in my life, but it was way better than last time. My entire body seemed to flash and I shook all over. I let the cucumber drop out of my body and squirted and leaked in large amounts onto the hardwood floor. After a long time, I finally relaxed and let my finger slide gently out of my asshole. I took my finger to my face and in an instant I stuck it in my mouth, tasting my asshole. It was so nasty, I mean it tasted okay, but it just felt so nasty, I loved it. I got down on my hands and knees and looked at the stuff I had ejaculated. I scooped a little bit up with my fingers and smelled it. It was sweet and nice. I put it to my lips and tasted it. It was heavenly. I quickly scooped as much of it up as I could and shoveled it into my mouth, moaning as I did it. Eventually I had cleaned up the entire mess. I picked the cucumber up and went back into the kitchen. I carefully put my clothes back on and then I went back to the fridge. I took out some lettuce, a tomato, and some other salad fixings. I mixed a little salad up for myself. Lastly, I cut up the cucumber and put it in the salad. It was the most delicious salad I ever ate. I still wonder if my mom noticed when she ate the leftovers. Chapter 7: A True Friend, but More The next few months are kind of a blur. Not because of anything bad, just because my life sort of settled into a routine. I hung out with my friends almost all the time, I didn't get along with my parents, and I masturbated almost constantly to keep my tension in check. It was a very, very happy time in my life. A New Girl I could honestly say that Tara was my absolute best friend. Whenever we weren't with the group we were together. She taught me about all the different music groups she liked and in time I no longer heard it as noise but really enjoyed it. I taught her how to eat well and exercise and she became incredibly fit and could beat me in races and in tennis. While Tara was my best friend, I still felt like I had to impress Julie more than anyone else, she just had this draw about her. But I think that Julie liked that I was best friends with Tara. It put less pressure on her and let her hang out with Misty, her best friend, a little more often. Everything was going well until that day in mid-January when the whole world I had built over the last few months tore itself apart. It started on a Saturday evening. I had gotten home from hanging out with Tara a little bit late and both of my parents were home and sitting in the living room. I walked in and said hello. My parents had been fighting a lot recently and I figured they were having one of their "discussions." However, my mother called to me when she heard the door open. "Shae," she said, "Get in here." Her voice was shrill like she was about to lose control. I thought maybe she was going to tell me they were going to get a divorce. I set my backpack down by the front door and then made my way to the living room. "Yeah?" I asked in an annoyed voice. My mother stood up and slapped me across the face. I staggered for a second and sat down on the chair. It hadn't hurt that much, it was just surprising. "You don't talk to me like that," she said. I looked to my father and he was no help, he was staring out the window. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked, feeling a bit like the roles were reversed. She made a step towards me and I put my chin out. This was so bizarre. This was not how my mother acted; she must've been really pissed about something. "How do you explain this?" she asked and she took a pack of cigarettes and an empty fifth of vodka from the end table. "I don't know," I said. She was so obviously overreacting. This is what kids did; I couldn't believe she'd flipped out like this. "I knew that you were going to end up like this. You dyed your hair to look like a drug addict and I didn't say anything. You spend all your time away from home and I didn't say anything. You swear like a truck driver and I just laughed it off. Your best friend is that piece of trailer trash..." Now it was my turn to absolutely flip out. I stood up and screamed at my mother. "Don't call her that!" I yelled and she actually flinched. She seemed scared of me. "Get out of my house. If you want to be a whore and hang out with trash you can't stay here," she said, her entire body shaking. My dad just kept looking out the window, following a squirrel as it darted across my yard. The real problem was that the squirrel was smarter. "Fine," I said to her, "You realize that if I leave I may not ever come back." "It's a risk I am willing to take," my mom said. That really hurt. I didn't understand what her problem was. I knew she didn't like my friends and drinking is like a big-time mom no-no for everyone, but she was being psychotic. "See you in Hell," I said and then I reached into my purse and took out a little piece of paper, "By the way. Today was report card day. These are my grades. All A's including three A+'s. So there is your horrible daughter for you." I threw the paper at her face and then turned around and walked out of the house. I was crying by the time I got in my car and sped away from the house. She had obviously been boiling over a whole bunch of little things for a long time and not talking to me like an adult. Then she just comes out of nowhere and acts like a psycho. I was happy to be out of there, but I really had no idea where I was going. I wiped the tears from my eyes as I drove away from the house and decided right away that I wouldn't cry about it again. I would be a grown-up from now on and that would be it. I thought about my options. I knew that I could go to Tara's house, but she was already a little bit cramped and I felt too upset to see her now. I would be really afraid of saying something that hurt her. She was a slightly fragile girl. I could go to Misty's, but she would only let me stay to piss her parents off. She wouldn't really want me there. So that left Julie's house. I decided that was the best bet and drove over to her house as fast as I could. I got out of my car and pounded on the door until Julie answered it. Her hair was wet and she had a towel wrapped around her body. She had a concerned looked on her face. I had obviously driven her out of the shower with my pounding and I felt a bit guilty. "What, what is it?" she asked, concerned and a bit annoyed. "My mom kicked me out of the house," I said and then explained the whole situation to her. She was very understanding. "I think it was cool of you to stand up for Tara and me and stuff like that. You could've caved and no one would've known," she said and I felt very good. "Thanks," I said and blushed. "Come on in, I have to finish getting dried off and changed, but you can crash here tonight. My parents are gone again. I think they are swingers or something equally creepy," I laughed at this and then followed her into the house. I walked to her room and sat down. She went back into her bathroom and came out twenty minutes later looking more like Julie than before. Her hair was dry and she had her make-up on. She was wearing pink pajama pants and a black tank-top with no bra. She looked beautiful. "Nice pants," I said. She always said pink was gay, but she wore it a lot anyway. "Shut up!" she said and threw her wet towel onto my head and laughed, "I am vegging for the evening. I don't have to looked good." "Well you do look good," I said. "Thanks," she sort of snorted. But I had meant it. We ordered some Chinese food and we watched television and basically just hung out. After awhile I forgot about my problems and was just having a good time. It felt good to have Julie's respect. Eventually it started to become late and Julie said that she was feeling pretty tired. I agreed. "Where do you want me to sleep?" I asked, looking out the door towards the billiard room. She considered it for a moment. "If you promise not to piss the bed, you can stay here with me," she said. "Thanks!" I said. Her bed was so big and comfortable; I had no problem staying there. She handed me a pair of pajama pants and I quickly removed my skirt and put them on. I also did the bra trick and so I was essentially wearing the same thing as Julie. I climbed into bed next to her and she turned out her sidelight and we pulled the covers up and prepared for sleep. "Thanks again," I said. I was truly touched by the way she opened her home to me. "Not a problem," she said. She was often uncomfortable with gratitude. Slowly, but surely, I was able to fall asleep. I awoke several hours later. I don't know what exactly had caused me to wake up but I felt strange. I was able to find my bearings quickly. I could feel Julie's body tight against mine, in a sort of spooning position. What was really surprising though, was that her left hand was draped over my body. Her hand was underneath of my shirt and her fingers were carefully playing with my nipples. It was an amazing feeling. I didn't even realize how strange it was for a moment. Suddenly, it occurred to me that my friend was feeling me up. "Julie," I whispered in a very low voice, "Julie?" "What?" she whispered back, showing at once that she was awake and that she knew what she was doing. "What are you doing?" I said, talking a little bit louder. "Don't you like it?" she asked and squeezed my nipple very hard. I moaned. "I don't know," I said, my mind racing a mile a minute. But that didn't stop her. I felt the flat of her palm now against my left nipple. She was rubbing her hand in a tight circle, but her hand touched only lightly against my skin. It was the shadow of a sensation and it was amazing. I groaned uncontrollably and I could hear Julie giggle. "I knew you would," she said. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, hoping I wouldn't offend her. My eyes were closed now and the only thing in the world that I could feel was Julie's hand on my body. "I don't know. You are hot. I am always sort of horny. I like to play," she said. It was very matter-of-fact and she just kept rubbing me. Now her right hand was playing in my hair and it felt wonderful. "Have you ever done this with a girl before?" I asked, wondering what she meant by 'play.' "Maybe?" she said in a way that meant 'yes.' "Who?" "I don't kiss and tell," she said and then gently moved her body back so that I slid down onto my back. She moved her hand out from under my shirt and I moaned a little in disappointment. This made her laugh a little and she patted my stomach, "Hold on, I am not going anywhere," she said. Julie moved around on the bed and positioned herself on her knees in front of me. She put her hands on my knees and carefully pulled them apart. She slid in between them and grabbed onto my shirt. She beckoned me to sit up and I did as I was told. She took the bottom of my shirt in her fingers and lifted it up over my head. I flopped back on the bed and my tits jiggled. "You have perfect tits Shae," Julie said and I felt myself blushing. I wasn't even thinking anymore. It was all emotion and hormones now and I surrendered myself to it. I watched as Julie lifted her own shirt and threw it to the floor, exposing her beautiful breasts. They were small, but her nipples were very long, sexy, and pierced. I put my hands up and gently felt her breasts. It felt amazing, like my one but different. I let the piercings splay through my finger. Julie arched her back and groaned as I felt her breasts. I squeezed them gently and felt the bullet like nipples in my palms. After a short while, Julie's hand's grasped my own and put them down by my sides. She smiled at me and made a kissy face and giggled. Then she leaned forward with her arms on either side of me. She had such a beautiful face and she looked down at me, her breasts hanging tautly beneath her and I felt pure lust for the first time in my entire life. "Tell me to stop anytime you can't handle it," she said and I nodded warily. I couldn't imagine at this point that there was anything I couldn't handle. She leaned forward closer and I could smell the mixed scent of her perfume, her body, and her pheromones. It was intoxicating. Her lips met mine and I closed my eyes. For a time, it was just our lips, pressed against one another. Then I felt Julie's tongue against my lips. I opened my mouth to accept her and her thick, sexy tongue flooded my mouth. She stayed there, for a long while. Her breasts hovering a few inches from mine. Her flat, thin stomach looked beautiful. Finally, at long last our lips broke. "That was really nice," I said after a long while and she laughed out loud, "What?" "You are so corny," she said dismissively and I made a pouty face. She rolled her eyes, "In a cute way." That was enough to placate me. She slid her body back now and lowered herself against my body. Her breasts were against my hips and she felt warm and sexy. She put her hands on either side of my body and then looked up at me. I smiled down and her and then her head went down. She placed her mouth over my little, pink, right nipple. The feeling was electric. I felt my entire body shiver. Her tongue lapped at my nipple for a long while and I just enjoyed the rough feel against the sensitive skin. She rubbed my other nipple with her fingers, twisting it gently. After a few moments she switched nipples and the electricity struck again. After a few moments she sat back. I moaned a little and she laughed. Without asking, she hooked her hands into my pajama pants. My body felt cold now with her no longer draped against me and I felt paralyzed, knowing what she would do next. She slowly pulled my pajama pants down, leaving me completely naked. "I think it is so hot that you shave your cunt," she said and I blushed. That word was so gruff. So nakedly sexual. I liked it. She leaned forward now. I was confused by what she was doing but then I realized. Soon her left nipple was against my lips and I opened my mouth and accepted it. The piercing was cold but her long, hard nipples were warm. They were very long, almost an inch, and it felt so nice in my mouth. She groaned deeply as I sucked on them. I closed my eyes and sucked on her gently. A few minutes later I experienced a shock. I felt a small prick against my clit. My eyes flew open and Julie was smiling down at me. I could tell it was her finger. She started to gently rub my clit with the tip of her finger. It was such an unbelievable feeling. My entire body was rigid as I took Julie's nipple back into my mouth. She continued to make slow, gentle circles around my clit and I could feel something building inside of me. Suddenly, Julie moved back and her nipples audibly popped out of my mouth. I opened my eyes and she was looking down at me, her breasts moving gently. She pushed her hair out of her face and she looked beautiful and innocent in a way I couldn't have imagined before. Both of her hands were down in her lap. One finger was still working my clit. Then I began to feel something else. Her other hand was working on my pussy, her fingers gently circling the hole. I groaned so loud she had to shush me while she giggled. After a few moments of these ministrations, she started to insert her finger into my sopping cunt. She continued to work my clit as a few inches of finger entered into my body. I pushed myself up onto my hands with my fingers facing backwards and started to shove my hips into her finger. She struggled to stay on top of the situation, but she did an admirable job. She pushed her finger in harder, curling it inside of me. I was moaning now without ceasing. I felt fire all over my body. I wanted her fingers all over me; I wanted her tongue inside of my mouth. I leaned hard on my right hand, continuing to thrust. With my left hand I pulled Julie in, kissing her hard on the mouth. She kissed back deeply. She kissed with such soft, sweet lips, that the fire was soothed. It was as though it had mellowed into a different, even more pleasurable feeling. It happened so suddenly that I didn't realize I was cumming until it built to a bone rattling crescendo. When it finally hit its peak I was squirming and moaning and I was completely unable to think. I screamed one last time and then fell back on the bed, panting. "You are fucking nuts in the sack," Julie said, flopping down next to me. She turned towards me and we kissed again, "Let's do something fun." "I thought that was fun!" I said and she laughed. She stood up on the bed. She danced around a bit and her tits bounced around. It was a sort of funny dance, but oddly sexy. She started to shake her hips and slowly, she slid her pajama pants down until they fell in a pile on the floor. Her pussy was gorgeous. It had a very small, well-kempt patch of dark hair shaved into the shape of a heart above her pussy. My mouth literally watered when I saw it. I wondered what she was going to do. She moved up so that she was standing with a foot on either side of me. She stopped with her hands on her hips and looked down at me. She was grinning. She bent down and made a kissy face again and then suddenly spun around and faced away from me. Her butt was so cute. It was so incredibly small and tight and just fit her body so well. The bent down so that she was on her knees, straddling me. Julie inched back and I saw her pink pussy sliding up my body, over my tits and neck. Before I knew it, it was in my face. She was sopping wet and I could smell her juices. It was intoxicating. She moved back a little more and before I knew it, her clit was just an inch from my face. Suddenly I felt her hair cascade around my legs and thighs and I knew that she had put her head down as well. I spread my legs wider to give her access and I quickly felt her breath on my pussy. I looked at her most secret place and was shocked by how beautiful it was. I always thought of my pussy was sort of ugly, but her sweet pink labia was gorgeous. It was at this time that I felt a hot dampness on my own pussy. I squealed quickly and then breathed out slowly. I heard Julie giggling at me but she continued to lap at my pussy. I felt warmth all over and felt an uncontrollable urge to thrust my hips upward. I decided to return the favor. I breathed in the smell of Julie and then carefully kissed her pussy. Her whole body shook and I knew that she liked it. I didn't really know what I was doing and so I tentatively stuck out my tongue and lapped at her pussy. She seemed to like it so I continued to just lick at her pussy with a soft, gentle tongue at a slow, normal rhythm. The taste was amazing. It was both salty and a bit sweet. It tasted like you expected girl sex to taste. Tasty and a little bit dirty. I wrapped my arms around her waste and continue to lick. She started to grind her pussy against my face and I made my tongue more rigid. I stuck my tongue into her pussy, letting it slide into her tight body. She continued to shove her hips down, driving my tongue into her tight, hot little hole. She was moaning loudly as she continued to lick my pussy as well. Our pace continued to speed up, but we both moved at the same speed. We were moving towards the same event and we both knew it. At long last the dam burst and we both came. Hard. It was a feeling unlike anything I had experienced before. I felt my entire body become liquid. The only thing on earth I could feel was the warmth from my body and the heavy thrust of Julie's hips against my face as she moaned and came. We held each other together for several minutes until the last spasms of our orgasm settled down. Finally, she rolled off of me and we lay panting next to one another. After a few minutes she swung herself around and lay down next to me. She put her arm across my chest and kissed me on the cheek. It was only then that my sense flooded back to me and I realized what had happened. I had never even thought about girls in such an explicitly sexual way and just then I had lost my virginity to a girl. A friend of mine. I felt so incredibly strange. It wasn't as if I regretted it. I was just shocked by what had happened. I felt dirty, but in a way that I liked. Julie kissed me on the lips and I could taste my pussy on her mouth. She stroked my breast gently with her hand. I fell asleep that way, smiling. Chapter 8: A Love Triangle? "What the fuck!" I heard someone yell in an indignant voice. This was how I was awakened the next morning. Even before I opened my eyes I could feel Julie's naked body against my own and knew that someone was not happy to find us in such a condition. "Misty!" I heard Julie's voice say, "Baby I can explain." This woke me up completely. My eyes flew open and there was Misty looking down at us from the foot of the bed, her arms crossed in front of her body and a vengeful look on her face. "I always knew that was going to happen!" she yelled now and I saw a tear roll down her cheek, "I hope you liked fucking that whore, because you are never going to be with me ever again!" With that Misty turned and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The room was silent for a long while. Then I heard a soft noise and looked over at Julie. She was sobbing gently. It was the most unnatural thing for Julie to do. She was so much stronger than anyone else I had ever known. The fact that she was shocked by this broke my heart. At the same time I felt entirely betrayed. Why was Julie calling Misty "baby"? What had just happened the night before between us?