Clandestine Control: Finding Another
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Samantha Moore woke to the sound of her mother knocking on her door.
“Wake up, Sammy,” she said. “Time to get ready for school.”
Sammy. She hated the name. But she could never get her mother to call her anything else.
As much as she would have loved to have rolled over and gone back to sleep, she knew there wouldn’t be time. She groaned as she tossed her covers back, kicked her feet over the edge and sat up. She ran her hands through her hair, trying to get the blood flowing to her brain. She yawned and stretched, waking her muscles from their slumber, then rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
She reluctantly turned her head to see herself in the full-length mirror by the south wall of her bedroom. Her reflection sat there looking as miserable as she felt.
“Perhaps today,” she thought. “Maybe today it won’t happen.” She knew it was a long shot. She knew she was hoping for a miracle. But she had to hope. It was all she had left.
She stood, crossed to her dresser and opened her underwear drawer. She removed a pair of panties and a pair of socks, tossed them on the bed and closed the drawer. She sucked in a breath and held it as she opened the drawer that contained her training bras. She bit her lip and reached for the one on top. But she sagged and blew out her breath as her hand failed to pick up the innocent looking garment. She knew then that it wasn’t over—as if she’d ever really allowed herself any doubt. She began to wonder if it would ever be over. She looked over at her nightstand and glared with all the venom she could muster.
Resigning herself to her fate, she closed the drawer and moved to her closet where she picked out a pair of jeans and a button-up top. Closing her closet door, she crossed back to her bed where she laid the rest of her clothes. She glanced to her left and looked at herself in the mirror again.
As far as she was concerned, it was a perfectly normal girl that looked back at her. She stood 4' 8", and weighed 72 pounds; average for a girl of ten. She had a heart-shaped face with deep-set brown eyes and a head of light brown hair that now fell only about an inch short of her shoulders. Her thin body showed little in the way of development; her chest was mostly flat with only a hint of swelling behind her two quarter-inch tan nipples. Her pubic mound still held a bit of baby fat, but was otherwise unremarkable and equally untouched by puberty.
“If there’s one good thing about this... this... whatever it is,” she though bitterly. “It’s that sleeping naked is a bit of a time saver in the morning.”
She sat on the edge of her bed and opened her nightstand drawer.
Peering down at the contents of the drawer, she thought, “If only that time wasn’t used for this.”
She reached into the drawer and picked up the black object that lay within. When it had first shown up in the drawer, she hadn’t known what it was called; it had taken her two weeks of searching online—her innocence hindering her efforts—to finally give the item its proper name. Butt-plug.
When she’d stumbled on a website selling them and discovered what it was called, she’d realized that it should have been obvious, after all, she’d been using it for nearly a month by that time. She brought the butt plug to her mouth and wrapped her lips around it, getting it as wet as she could with her spit. As humiliating as this was, she knew from experience that it had to be lubricated and her spit was all she had available. Besides, she knew that this would be far from the most humiliating thing to happen all day.
Having moistened the plug enough, she turned and hopped up on her knees and supported her weight with her left hand. Her right placed the plug’s pointed end at her tiny, puckered asshole. She pushed as she relaxed her ass. The plug slipped in and she worked the thing deeper and deeper until the widest point had slipped past her overstretched sphincter. It then slipped the rest of the way in almost on its own where she positioned it so that it was as comfortable as possible.
She knew from the site she’d found that sold them that most butt plugs had a round base. Hers was different. At its base, it had a sort-of “T” shaped handle that rested in her crack. She knew that once she had on her clothes, no one would ever be able to tell. She’d even learned to walk and sit normally with it in.
She stretched and rolled her hips a bit to make sure that it was seated where it belonged, before getting off the bed. She put on her socks and followed them up with her panties. Then she stepped into her pants, though she only brought them up to her knees. She then pulled her panties back down a bit, uncovering her childish sex. Reaching back into the nightstand drawer, she pulled out the other item. She still hated the thought of it so much that she’d never gone looking for it’s name. She wasn’t even sure it had a name.
It was purple and made of plastic. It had a cylindrical part, about six inches long and an inch in diameter, one end of which was tapered to a rounded point. The other end was flat but had a little arm that extended from it which curved around toward the rounded end. It only reached a little less than halfway when it branched into two tiny forks. Like the butt plug, she’d never seen anything like this item until it showed up in her drawer. Like the butt plug, she’d known instantly how to use it. And like the butt plug, she found herself compelled to hide it under her clothing everyday since its arrival.
She lubricated it too with her spit, then she placed the rounded end at the entrance to her little cunt. After so many mornings having to do this, it slipped right in. She worked it until it was in all the way, then she made a few adjustments so that the little arm nestled into her little slit and the two forks of the end gently cradled her tiny clit. She then carefully raised her panties, pulling them snug so that the item couldn’t come out. Then she pulled her pants up, making sure to press the seam of the denim right up against the base of the little item. Once she’d buttoned and zipped her pants, she waited. She didn’t have to wait long as the item suddenly began to vibrate, sending waves of pleasure into her, both from the shaft and the little arm. She shivered at the sensation, but after a few seconds, it stopped. It happened every time she got dressed, and she knew it was the only time it would happen when she was alone.
She then picked up her top, slipped it on and buttoned it up. In one last act of defiance, she tried desperately hard to button the top button. But no matter how hard she tried, no matter how quickly she attempted it, she simply couldn’t do it.
She made it through breakfast without any interruption, but that was to be expected since her mother had gone into work a bit early and Samantha had been left alone only a minute or so after she’d sat down. After breakfast, she’d picked up her book-bag and headed out the door, locking it behind her.
The walk to the bus stop was uneventful as well, as was the wait for the bus. When the bus pulled up, she’d managed to find an empty seat; she hated when she had to sit next to someone. As the bus pulled away from the curb, she placed her book-bag on the seat next to her to discourage someone else from wanting to sit there.
The bus had just pulled up to the stop at the corner of Spruce Street when her little toy came to life. She suppressed a shiver as the vibrations tickled her tiny clit and caused her vaginal muscles to clench involuntarily. She gripped the back of the seat in front of her, her knuckles turning white with the effort of appearing casual despite the sexual onslaught. Somewhere in front of her, kids clomped up the steps and made their way down the aisle. The doors squeaked closed and with a sudden hiss of the breaks and a rumble of the engine, the bus surged forward again.
Still, she tried to give the outward appearance that she was just a normal girl sitting on a bus headed for school, instead of a girl currently suffering unwanted sexual pleasure. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as the more powerful vibrations of the buss’s accelerating engine pulsed through her seat, accentuating the vibrations of the purple thing lodged in her pussy. Her breathing slowly became more labored and her heart began to pound in her chest. Her anal muscles clenched on the plug in her ass as her nerves sent waves of undesired pleasure rippling across her skin. The bus lurched to the side as it drove over a pothole, wrenching a whimper from her strangled throat. She hoped that no one had heard her, but she was rapidly approaching the point where she no longer cared.
The bus reached cruising speed and the engine vibrations dropped to almost nonexistent, serving to slow her ascent to climax; now there was only her vibrating little toy. So close, now, she chanced spreading her legs and rocking her hips forward in an effort to drive the toy harder against her sensitive flesh. It worked to a degree and she held back most of a sultry moan. She began rocking her hips, displaying no concern for anyone that might see what she was doing; she was simply too desperate for her orgasm now. She only hoped she could reach it before the next stop.
Harder and harder and faster and faster she ground her toy-filled sex into the seat. Her breathing was now little more than a series of quiet moans as her pleasure ramped up ever higher. As if it knew that she was on the edge, the toy in her pussy slowed its vibrations to about half speed. It was all she could do to stop herself from crying out in frustration as she was now merely being held at the edge of cumming without being able to do much of anything about it. Images of her stripping her clothes off and viciously rubbing herself to a climax in front of anyone who cared to look flashed through her mind. Not for the first time, she wished she was that brave. Instead, she rocked her hips and suffered on the edge of a climax that wouldn’t come.
Once again the bus slowed and pulled up to the curb, opening its doors for several more kids. Need built to desperation within her as the oncoming students threaded their way down the aisle toward the sexually frustrated girl. Her hips still frantically driving the toy between her legs harder into her throbbing sex. Closer they came and she closed her eyes as she burned with humiliation as she found herself unable to stop seeking her release even as they reached the point where they could see over the seat-back in front of her. Her blush lit her face and down her neck to disappear beneath her top, but still, she could not stop grinding; she was so close. She held her breath as they slowly passed her—only their youthful obliviousness allowed them to overlook her blatant movements.
They must have found some seats, because the bus’s engine again rumbled up through her seat and pounded into her core. At the same moment, the toy she was so desperately thrusting into her cunt and clit flared all the way back to full power. Without warning, her orgasm hit her, causing her to cry out in her immature lust. Passion and pleasure crashed though her, battering against her—a tidal wave of ecstasy wracking her nervous system with sensations it wouldn’t have otherwise needed to handle. She bit down on her lip, trying to keep her vocalizations to a minimum as her body fought to convulse and curl up, as the toy and the bus and her own muscle contractions served to prolong the climax.
Finally, after what felt like several long minutes, she felt the toy cease its vibrating as her climax began to ebb. She found herself panting as she fought to calm her breathing and slow her pounding heartbeat. She tasted copper and realized that she’d broken the skin of her lip. Opening her eyes, she looked up to find a face peering at her from the seat in front of her. He looked to be a first- or second-grader. Her blush, which had been starting to recede, rushed back to full bloom as she suddenly wished she could leap from the bus and run the other way.
It was nearly a full minute before the boy’s face dropped below the seat-back again. It didn’t come nearly soon enough for Samantha’s taste and afterward, she was left to sit there in the bouncy, rumbly bus as the last few remaining twitches of her orgasm faded away, while the girl-juice now soaking her panties slowly cooled and tried to soak through her jeans as well. Her hands reached up and seized the second button of her top and, though she fought against it with all her might, they unbuttoned it, leaving her top to gap enough to display what, after a few years worth of development, would be cleavage.
Erin was waiting for her when the bus arrived at school. Erin was her best friend in the whole world. They shared everything about each other, but for Samantha’s one secret. At first, she’d been too embarrassed to even think about telling her friend what she had to do every morning, but over time, she’d become too desperate for help. Without knowing whom else she could confide it, she’d tried to tell Erin.
Except she couldn’t. The same... power? force? whatever it was, that compelled her to put those things in her body every morning—the same thing that kept her from wearing a training bra, or anything but a single button-up top—the same thing that prevented her from wearing anything at all to bed, had stopped her from telling her best friend about her suffering.
Erin knew something was up. Samantha could tell she did by the way she acted; by some of the things she said. She could tell that she was trying to be understanding and supportive. But the fact that she couldn’t explain what was happening to her—that she couldn’t explain why she couldn’t explain—left her feeling very uncomfortable around her friend.
Samantha made her way down the bus steps trying to ignore the sogginess in her crotch. As soon as she was through the gate and onto school grounds, Erin flounced up to her, letting the momentum of her skirt practically flash her panties to anyone wishing to look. Samantha tried to let Erin’s enthusiasm infect her, but being in such a foul mood after what had happened on the bus made that difficult.
Erin immediately began rambling on about how apparently Carter Wentworth and some of her cronies had pulled Tyler Stevens into the girl’s restroom that morning and had kissed him, “like actually full on the lips, kissed!” It was well known that Carter was the most boy-crazy of all the fifth-graders at Harper Elementary. It didn’t hurt that she was already 11, almost five and a half feet tall and had boobs bigger than some junior high school kids.
At the mention of Carter kissing Tyler, Samantha’s little toy gave a brief buzz, causing her to suppress a shiver.
“Are you cold?” Erin asked. It seemed Samantha had been less than successful at hiding her unexpected thrill of pleasure. Erin didn’t wait for a response before continuing. “God, I never get cold. I mean, look at me; skirt, short sleeve shirt and I’m not even chilly. I’d wear less than this if I could get away with it.” Samantha’s toy buzzed again. “Sometimes, I think about walking around naked.” Another buzz. “I told my mom once that I wanted to be naked at home.” Another, longer buzz. “She said I’d give my dad a heart attack. I told her that he wouldn’t care. But then she reminded me of Tim. As much fun as it would be to be naked at home, I’m so not gonna do it in front of my big brother. He’s such a perv.”
Every time that Erin mentioned something about sex or nudity or kissing or anything like that, her toy gave her a little buzz. Not for the first time, Samantha wondered if Erin was compelled to talk about those kinds of things. Maybe everyone at school was forced to do things. Maybe everyone in the world was and no one ever talked about it because they couldn’t. Erin seemed to always be wearing skirts. Maybe she was made to do so. Maybe, Samantha wondered, she wasn’t wearing anything under them. Her toy buzzed.
Then Samantha found that she couldn’t stop wondering if her curiosity about what her friend was wearing or not wearing was something she thought of on her own or if it was a thought that was placed there by... the whatever.
She endured Erin’s rambling about the latest school gossip—who had been hanging out with whom, what so and so said about someone he or she really shouldn’t be talking about, or how some other girl had said she really liked a certain teen idol but someone else knew for a fact that she didn’t actually like him at all and just said she did so this other girl would like her... It was all just a jumble in Samantha’s mind. A few months earlier and she would have been interested about such things. Now, however, all the petty problems in the day to day life of the average schoolgirl faded to insignificance next to the objects lodged in her cunt and ass.
She felt an overwhelming desire to run to the nearest restroom, rip off her clothes and yank the items out of her body and flush them down the toilet. But a weight seemed to settle on her chest as the certainty settled in her mind that if she tried to do so, her hands would fail her while attempting to pull anything out of herself. She wanted to scream to the heavens in her frustration, but she knew no one would understand why she was suddenly acting crazy.
It was just after morning recess that it happened again. Samantha was sitting at her desk working on her math problems and, since she hated fractions more than just about anything, she was distracted by an almost unnoticeable shushing sound of moving fabric. She turned and looked behind her to see Mandy Knightly jerk her hand from between her legs and her skirt fall back into place. Mandy’s face was beet red and her eyes downcast. And Samantha’s toy began buzzing between her thighs. She snapped her head back around, and unknowingly copied Mandy’s embarrassed demeanor.
The toy vibrated just long enough for her to begin to feel the first surges of pleasure before it slowed and stopped. A now familiar mixture of disappointment and relief swept over her and she tried refocusing on her math. But just about the time she remembered that she needed to find the lowest common denominator and began trying to recall just how to do that, she heard the sound again.
This time, she turned more slowly, but still, the hand shot from beneath the desk almost faster than she could see. The object in her cunt started up once more. This time, she didn’t turn back right away, but pretended to be interested in something else as Mandy’s thighs, which had been pressed together, began to slowly squirm and writhe.
Finally, Samantha could take it no longer and turned to face the front of the classroom again. She pressed her own thighs together and subtly rotated her hips trying to drive the item farther into her girlhood. But just as she was beginning to climb that hill toward her peak and her juices were just starting to flow and re-soak her panties, the stupid thing slowed to a stop once again.
It was only a minute or two before she heard Mandy again. This time, however, she tried her best to ignore it, instead concentrating on her math. 3/4 + 2/5. 2/7 + 1/2. 1/3 +... 1/3 +...
Her curiosity got the better of her. She turned her head again and this time she saw exactly what Mandy was doing. Mandy had the front of her skirt bunched up, with her hand between her slightly spread legs. Her fingers flicked back and forth across the top of her completely exposed sex! Mandy wasn’t wearing panties!
Instantly, the toy came to life, humming in her pants, and sending spikes of pleasure shooting out from her cunt. She couldn’t help but stare as this time, Mandy didn’t stop what she was doing. The other girl’s face, neck and ears were as bright red as it seemed possible to be, her eyes were downcast and her expression screamed shame and humiliation, but her hand didn’t stop and she made no effort to hide what she was doing. As if in response, the toy in Samantha’s nether region increased its buzzing, driving her to embarrassing heights of pleasure in the middle of the classroom. She could feel her face burning with the same shame that Mandy must have felt.
Mandy’s eyes looked up long enough to dart around as though to see if anyone had noticed her. They locked onto Samantha’s eyes and the resulting look on her face begged her to look away. She found she couldn’t, though. She felt compelled to keep watching this other girl stroke her bare pussy—not compelled the way she was compelled to put in the butt plug and the vibrating thing every morning; more like she lacked the conviction and the strength needed to turn away. There was something about watching what the other girl was doing that caused her own pleasure to ramp up so much faster.
Suddenly, Mandy grunted quietly and her fingers slowed. This was accompanied by a visible and audible surge of wetness between the girls legs. The realization that Mandy had just climaxed triggered Samantha’s own. She barely had the presence of mind to knock her pencil to the floor as she doubled up in pleasure with the toy still buzzing away happily inside her. She pressed her hand between her thighs, shoving the thing as deeply into her pulsing, sensitive flesh as she could, riding the waves of her orgasm.
“Miss Moore,” she heard from the front of the class. “Please stop playing around and get back to work.”
She seized her pencil and sat back up. Through the lingering twitches of her release, she managed to respond, “Sorry. Dropped my pencil.” She was aware that she was being scrutinized by the teacher and even some of the students that had turned to look at her even as she was still not finished cumming. She knew her face was red. She knew she looked guilty. Part of her hoped that her teacher would say something. Maybe she’d have to stay after class. Maybe they’d discover that she had a butt plug and a vibrating thing buried inside her under her panties and she’d be able to explain the whole thing. Maybe once they knew about it, they would know what to do to make it stop. Maybe she would be free of all this. Maybe...
The teacher turned to the rest of the class. “Back to work, everyone,” she said. “Fifteen more minutes and then we’ll start on history.”
Samantha sagged in her seat. She wondered why she ever got her hopes up. She was doomed to be like this the rest of her life. She just knew it.
Almost without her noticing, her hands came up and unbuttoned another button on her top. She couldn’t find the will to fight that time, and there were only two buttons left buttoned.
Samantha knew she had to try to confront Mandy. She had to know if what Mandy had done in the classroom was in any way related to what was happening to her. She got her chance as they were dismissed for lunch.
Samantha and Erin walked down the hall together, headed for the cafeteria when Samantha saw Mandy duck into the restroom. Samantha told Erin to go on without her and that she’d catch up. Reluctantly, Erin did so. Samantha opened the door to the restroom and let it close behind her. She took a moment to steady herself before stepping around the partition wall. She found Mandy looking at her reflection in the mirror. The girl turned to see who had come in and her eyes went wide with shock at seeing Samantha. Mandy took a step back. “You’re—” she began. “You’re not going to tell anyone are you?” She sounded almost terrified. “Please don’t tell anyone.”
“I’ll keep your secret,” she replied, “if you’ll tell me why you were doing it.”
Mandy’s mouth worked silently for a few moments. Finally she managed, “I don’t know.” At Samantha’s disbelieving look, Mandy continued. “I really don’t know. I don’t know why. All I know is that I have to...” She ducked her head and said the next words in little more than a whisper. “...rub myself. Down there.” She pointed in the general direction of her crotch as though she needed to clarify.
“You have to?” asked Samantha.
Mandy’s face, already red, blushed even more. “It’s like I need to,” she said. “Like if I don’t do it, I’ll go crazy.” She was almost mumbling and couldn’t look Samantha in the eye. “Sometimes, if I try to ignore it, my—” She inhaled a huge breath and then blew most of it out as though trying to gather her courage. “—my hand will just move on its own. Like I can’t control it.”
Samantha felt like she’d been punched in the stomach. Could it be? After all this time of suffering alone? Could it be that she’d found someone else who had something almost the same happening to her?
“Is that why you’re not wearing panties?” Samantha asked.
Mandy mumbled something indistinct and Samantha had to ask her what she’d said.
“I can’t wear panties,” Mandy finally said after another huge breath.
“Can’t?”
Mandy shook her head. “I can’t. Like literally. I try to put them on in the morning and I just can’t pick them up. And I can only wear skirts or dresses.”
“Oh my God,” said Samantha.
“You think I’m making it up,” accused Mandy. “I’m not lying!”
“No,” she replied. “I believe you.”
Mandy’s brow crinkled into a frown. “You do?” she asked uncertainly.
Samantha nodded. “I think we’re the same, kinda,” she said.
Mandy’s look was one of disbelief. “But you’re wearing pants.”
“I know,” Samantha replied. “But I can’t wear training bras or undershirts. Whenever I try to put them on, I can’t pick them up. I tried this morning and I couldn’t do it.”
“I don’t even try anymore,” said Mandy sullenly. “At least you don’t have to wear skirts with no panties. I’m always worried that the wind’ll blow my skirt up and show everyone.” As if to emphasize her point, she flipped the front of her skirt up, flashing her hairless pussy to Samantha. Before the skirt could flop back down and restore Mandy’s modesty, Samantha’s hand shot out and grabbed the girl’s little mound. Both girls squeaked in surprise.
“What are you doing?” demanded Mandy.
“It’s not me!” exclaimed Samantha, “I swear!” Indeed, she grasped her wrist with her other hand and tried pulling it away, but she lacked the strength. Mandy backed up till she was up against the corner of the restroom and could back up no farther, but Samantha’s was forced to follow, with her hand stroking and rubbing the other girl’s little pussy. Then, before either girl could figure out what to do, Samantha’s middle and ring fingers forced their way up into Mandy’s cunt. Mandy gasped, grabbed Samantha’s arm and tried to push her classmate’s invading hand out of her. She too lacked the strength.
“Oh, God,” moaned Mandy. “Take it out!”
“I’m trying!” said Samantha even as her two fingers started fucking themselves in and out of the little opening. “I’m sorry!” At that moment, Samantha’s toy came to life, buzzing and humming between her legs. She cried out in surprise and instinctively clamped her free hand over her own crotch. She whined and whimpered as the sensations began flowing over her, even as her other hand continued plunging into the soft, slick inside of Mandy’s sex.
“What are you doing?” asked Mandy, her breathing quickly turning into panting.
Samantha wasn’t even sure what Mandy was asking about. But the answer was the same for any of it. “I can’t help it.”
Mandy, beginning to whimper herself, said, “Just try to hurry up and get it over with.” With that, she put her own hand on her hard little clit and began rubbing rapidly back and forth. Samantha was only dimly aware of her two invading fingers curling around to press hard on the inner wall of Mandy’s hole. Mandy could certainly feel it, however and cried out quite loudly as those pressing fingers found a little bundle of nerves inside her. Her panting became grunting and her moaning became nearly screaming.
Unbidden, Mandy’s other hand found its way into Samantha’s mostly unbuttoned top and cupped the area of her chest that would one day be her right breast. She squeezed and kneaded the flesh, pinching the nipple and pulling and twisting it lightly before letting it slip from her fingers, only to repeat the whole process.
Samantha was well aware of what Mandy was doing to her chest. She’d never before known that her chest and nipples could make what was happening between her legs feel so much better.
The two girls kept on, stroking, fondling, manipulating each others delicate flesh until they both suddenly cried out in simultaneous orgasms. Samantha’s washed over her as Mandy’s slammed into her. Mandy’s cunt actually sprayed fluid all over Samantha’s still finger-fucking hand. Mandy nearly screamed in pleasure as the most intense climax she’d ever experienced hit her. Her knees buckled and she hit the floor and fell back against the corner in which she’d been trapped. Samantha’s climax, while good, was nowhere near as intense.
“Oh, my God!” said Mandy, still panting from her release. “I’ve never felt one that good before.” She looked up at Samantha, who was wiping Mandy’s juices off on her pants, and cocked her head to one side. “Did you, um...?”
Samantha thought hard about denying it, but realized that this might be her only chance to confide in someone, so she nodded her head.
“But how?” asked Mandy. “You hardly even touched your... you know. And through your jeans...”
Samantha took a steadying breath, not unlike Mandy had done earlier. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She pulled them down over her hips and then pulled the front of her panties down. Mandy’s eyes went wide when she saw the bit of purple plastic sticking out of Samantha’s cunt and lining her slit.
“Oh, my God!” Mandy exclaimed. “What is that?” She reached out but pulled her hand back, looking as though she wanted to touch it but was afraid to.
“It goes up inside my... my... vagina and touches my button.”
“Your button?”
“It’s what I call it.” Samantha explained. “It’s that little bit at the top that feels real nice.”
“Oh.”
“I have to put it in everyday.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” replied Samantha. “If I don’t, my hands will just do it anyway.”
“Oh,” Mandy said again.
“It, um... It vibrates.”
“It does?”
“Not all the time,” she said. “It isn’t doing it now. But it’ll just do it whenever it wants to. And most of the time it won’t stop till I get that explody feeling.”
“Organism.”
“Huh?”
“That explody feeling?” clarified Mandy, “it’s call an organism. I looked it up once. After I had to start doing them.”
“Oh.” Samantha carefully replaced her panties, making sure that her little toy hadn’t shifted at all. Then she pulled her pants back up and refastened them. “I also have this thing called a butt plug.”
Mandy laughed. “Butt plug,” she said through her laughter.
Samantha didn’t think it was funny and said so.
“I’m sorry,” said Mandy. “I know I shouldn’t laugh. But ‘butt plug’ is kinda funny.”
“Not if you have to have one up your butt everyday.”
That sobered Mandy up. “You’re right. I’m really sorry I laughed.”
“It’s all right,” she said. “I know you didn’t mean it.” Her hands came up and unbuttoned another button on her top. She realized what her hands were doing halfway through the action. She growled in frustration. “That’s another thing. Every time it happens, I unbutton a button.” She looked down at her top sadly; there was just one button left. “I’m afraid what will happen after I run out of buttons.”
“Just button them back up afterwards,” suggested Mandy.
“I can’t.”
Mandy helpfully reached over and buttoned a couple of her buttons for her, but stopped when Samantha started unbuttoning them right behind her.
“Oh,” she said simply. “Yeah. Right.”
“Thanks for trying.”
“Well,” said Mandy, trying to perk up a bit. “Come on. It’s lunchtime and I’m hungry after that. Let’s go eat.”
They checked themselves over in the mirrors and gave each other a once-over to make sure that they were presentable. Then they exited the restroom and headed for the cafeteria. Two new friends, united in their common abuse.
Samantha was relieved that, when Mandy joined them for lunch, Erin was OK with her inclusion. She was also relieved that Erin bought their rather lame excuse of having bumped into each other in the restroom and that they “just started talking”. It turned out that Erin was more than happy to be outgoing and talkative for the three of them, since Mandy was just about as introverted as Samantha. Mandy spent most of their lunch chatting animatedly about the things that she liked and that Samantha liked, the things they got up to when they were hanging out together and some of the people that they liked to talk about. Erin just accepted that Mandy was “a little shy” and told her that she’d get used to them sooner or later.
“She’s kinda energetic,” Mandy said as she walked with Samantha back to their classroom after lunch, “isn’t she?”
“Yeah,” replied Samantha. “Well, to be fair, I was kinda like that before... well, you know.” She dipped her head a bit and looked pointedly down, making it clear exactly what she meant.
“So,” Mandy said after they’d walked in silence for a moment or two, “she’s not, um, like us?”
Samantha shrugged. “I don’t think so,” she said. “Though, she does talk a lot about sex kinda things: kissing and boys and stuff.”
“Oh.”
“’Course, that kinda describes half the girls here. But then again, she went on this morning about wanting to be naked all the time.”
Mandy’s eyebrows shot up. “All the time?”
“Well,” clarified Samantha. “Not all the time, but whenever she can.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t tell her I said that, OK?” begged Samantha. “She’d probably kill me if she knew I’d said anything.”
“Don’t worry,” said Mandy. “I’m not gonna bring up any sex stuff.”
They had to stop talking when they got back to the room and lined up to go in.
Most of the afternoon was fairly normal. They did their after lunch reading (they had just started The Golden Compass) and then worked on their vocabulary.
It was during their vocabulary that Samantha heard a soft whimpering sort of sound behind her. She turned her head to see Mandy with her right hand plunging her middle and ring fingers deeply into her wet sex. She had a look on her face that was an odd combination of aroused, desperate and mortified. Samantha shot her a quick sympathetic look but then returned to her work. She simply didn’t know what else to do.
Mandy’s masturbation continued for a few minutes before another soft whimper drew Samantha’s attention once more. Mandy, having reached her climax, did her best to ride it through without being too obvious. This was made all the more difficult by the fact that, since she’d used her fingers the same way Samantha had used hers on her, her orgasm was accompanied by a sudden spraying of her copious sexual juices.
Mandy’s face burned with humiliation and Samantha’s eyes went wide at the fact that Mandy’s desk, the back of the chair in front of her (which was occupied by Tony Street) and several square feet of carpet, not to mention Mandy’s right hand, were coated in the spray.
Samantha did her best not to draw any attention to it and Mandy, even as she was still twitching from her orgasm, laid her head on the desk in front of her, grabbed her pencil with her still soaked hand and pretended to write while getting her paper wet.
Samantha was too shocked to even be grateful that her little toy hadn’t gone off when Mandy was rubbing herself. Mandy would only count herself grateful that Samantha was the only one that appeared to have noticed.
At the end of the day, the three girls walked together over to where the parents parked to pick their kids up. Erin’s mother drove her to and from school, but Erin and Samantha lived in different directions—not to mention the fact that Erin’s older brother had to be picked up from the Junior High nearly half an hour later—and so Samantha was rarely offered a ride.
After they watched Erin ride away in her mother’s car, Samantha and Mandy began heading over to the buses. They had only just begun walking away from the pick-up area when Samantha’s toy started buzzing.
“Oh, God,” she said quietly, looking around to see if there was any place away from the milling students she could go.
“What?” asked Mandy.
“It’s happening.” she hissed under her breath.
“Now?” Mandy said in surprise. Samantha just glared at her. “You’re right,” Mandy said apologetically. “Dumb question.” She looked around herself. They weren’t near any restrooms or anything. “Can you walk?”
“Right now, I can,” said Samantha. “Oh, God. Why now?”
“Come on, lets see if we can make it to the buses.”
They resumed walking, with Samantha suppressing shivers of pleasure that radiated out from her crotch. They were still quite a way away from the bus area when a particular surge of pleasure made Samantha’s knees buckle. Mandy’s reflexes proved to be quite quick as she grabbed her new friend and helped hold her up.
“It’s all right,” she said, doing her best to support Samantha both literally and figuratively. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
Samantha looked around. If she could put a little pressure on the thing, it might help her hit her peak faster. Unfortunately, exposed as they were to students heading out to be picked up, it would be far too obvious for her to appear to be grabbing her crotch. She shook her head.
“Just walk slow,” she said.
“OK.”
And so they walked as quickly as Samantha’s overly stimulated pussy would allow. More than once, they had someone look at them funny. At one point, a supervising teacher came up and asked them if they were OK. It was only Mandy’s quick thinking in saying that Samantha had stepped wrong and twisted her ankle that prevented the situation from becoming any more embarrassing than it already was.
Samantha’s pleasure mounted higher and higher, but her inability to help it along was causing the buildup to her climax to be frustratingly slow. Pleasure washed over her as each step jostled the toy ever so slightly, which in turn momentarily increased the pressure. Stepping too hard and putting too much pressure on the toy would cause her knees to give. It was a balancing act, trying to use her walking to increase the sensations without increasing them so much that she’d collapse.
Mandy looked on in sympathy as Samantha began whimpering and moaning as her release inched so achingly close. Kids walked by oblivious to the mounting adult pleasure slowly driving Samantha insane with arousal. Her chest heaved as her breathing became labored. Her heart pounded in her chest and her cunt twitched and spasmed on the edge of orgasm. Her ass clamped down on the plug in her butt and she found herself having to fight to keep her eyes open. This was going to be a big one. She knew it. And she was starting to panic about just how obvious it was going to be.
A few steps at a time. That was all she could do. A few steps at a time. She was dimly aware of Mandy at her side, whispering encouraging words. Oh, how she wanted the girl to grab her chest like she’d done in the restroom at lunch. How she wanted to be able to shove the little vibrating menace deeper into her hole and press it tight against her little button. Sweat glistened on her skin, making her clothes damp and sticky. Just a little more. A little more and she could cum. Her panties felt like she could wring them out.
“Oh, God,” she said. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. It’s gonna happen. I gotta sit down!”
They had reached a spot where there was a small grassy area at the end of a line of classrooms with a single tree in the middle of it. Samantha’s last act as her cunt began to pulse in climax was to fling herself down at the base of the tree. The impact of her ass on the ground served to jam the toy hard into her overstimulated sex, triggering the most powerful orgasm she could remember. She moaned loudly through gritted teeth and doubled over with both hands shoved hard up against her denim-clad cunt.
Lights burst behind her eyelids like fireworks on a perfectly dark night. More pleasure than her mind could process rushed up and down her nervous system with a feeling like lightning beneath her skin. It went on for months and years as she lay there, folded up on the grass, spasming and twitching as though being electrocuted. The toy slowed and stopped.
Eventually, she came back to her senses and looked up into the eyes of Mandy, who was crouching next to her. The lingering thrills continued to race beneath her skin, but were thankfully coming less and less frequently.
“I’d say that was a big one,” Mandy said, with a barely suppressed smile.
“Biggest ever,” replied Samantha.
“You OK to walk now?”
Samantha took stock of herself. She was still feeling the aftereffects, and was pretty sure her knees would be wobbly, but she knew she had to get up.
“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “I think I’m all right.”
Mandy helped her to her feet, and indeed, she needed a moment to steady herself, but she managed to stay upright. After a moment, the pair continued their journey to the buses. As they resumed walking, Samantha reached down and unbuttoned the last button on her shirt. She pulled the two sides till they overlapped, hoping no one would notice, but that was all she could do. She knew she wouldn’t be allowed to button her top again until she got ready for school the next day.
At the buses, they girls gave each other a hug and went their separate ways. Samantha climbed the steps of her own bus and found a seat by herself. She knew it would be a long evening of trying to hide the fact that her top was unbuttoned from her mother, but it wasn’t like she hadn’t had to do it before. And somehow, just knowing that there was someone else going through something similar to what she was going through, took some of the weight off her shoulders.
In fact, she was almost looking forward to school tomorrow.
