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THE DANCER - 4

The next few months had proved eventful for Marie. Rachele and she had used the barre a lot and had placed each other's hand on the barre as the other rocked. They had also realized the barre wasn't necessary. Fingers worked very well and were much more convenient to use. Although they hadn't “demonstrated” to each other how they did it, both admitted they did do it and with success. They both had also made numerous excursions to the mall without panties. It was usually Marie who tended to be the “shower” and Rachele acted more of a combination coach and cheerleader urging Marie to become more and more daring.

On this particular day, Rachele's mother had picked up the girls from school and had dropped them off at the mall. Rachele had to pick up some school supplies and they were taking the bus home. With all their school books, they had done their shopping quickly and were sitting on a bench outside waiting for the bus, which wasn't due for another 20 minutes. They were the only ones there and only a few stray people would walk by them into the mall entrance.

They had been chatting about small things when Marie noticed Rachele had stopped talking. She looked at her friend and saw one of Rachele's evil grins. That usually meant only one thing – a dare of some sort. “What are you thinking?” Marie smiled, almost afraid of the answer.

Rachele hesitated for a moment, but that evil grin seemed to become more evil. “You know how to get yourself off, right?”

“Yeah, you know I do,” Marie half blushed. “What are you thinking?”

“I think we need a new game to play,” Rachele explained. “Let's call it 'Right Now'... When one of us says 'Right Now', the other has to get off right where we are and right then. If they do it, they then can give the other the same challenge, wherever and whenever they want. I'll start... Right Now!”

“Are you nuts? I can't do it here! Everyone will see, stupid!” Marie gasped.

“They don't have to see anything,” Rachele replied, still with the same evil grin. “Your backpack has a flap on the top and a zipper in the front. It's easy. You just unzip the zipper, put the backpack on your lap, open the top flap like you're reaching in, unzip your pants, and really reach in,” Rachele giggled. “You get yourself off and no one knows anything... except me.”

“I can't do that here in the open! There's people around!” Marie protested.

“I think you can. 'Right Here', or are you chicken? I dare you too!” Rachele challenged. As she said it, Rachele reached over and unzipped the front zipper of Marie's backpack.

Marie thought for a moment. She had never refused one of Rachele's challenges. The bench they were sitting on seemed much to obvious, but there were large pillars holding up the entrance canopy. “OK, but not here. I'll do it leaning on that pillar,” Marie countered.

“OK, but you have to be where I can see you and you can't move around the pillar. You have to stay in one place and can't come back here until you climax,” Rachele conditioned.

Marie was nervous as she stood and walked over to the pillar she chose. She leaned against it, placed her backpack in front of her, and looked over at Rachele, who had a big smile. “Go on,” Rachele mouthed. Marie nodded.

Her hand went into her pack, found the unzipped opening in it, and her fingers slipped through that opening. Marie took a deep breath, grabbed her pants zipper, and pushed down. What had she got herself into? Was she nuts?

She glanced around and, once satisfied she was as safe as she could be under the circumstanced, her fingers found the waistband of her panties. Slowly she worked her hand inside them. Marie pulled the backpack closer to her body and looked around. Her hand was actually touching her pussy, which was beginning to get wet with excitement. She looked over to Rachele, who was still smiling, and saw her nod in approval.

Marie had never been so daring; never so bold; never so excited. She pushed her panties down as best as she could through the zipper. Had it not been for the backpack, she would now be exposed to the world and it excited her. “Make like you're looking in your pack,” Rachele mouthed. Marie hadn't thought of that. She looked down while at the same time parting her legs a bit so she had better access.

It didn't take much rubbing until Marie began to feel that familiar tingling. A couple of people had walked by, but none paid much attention to her. Knowing what she was doing just excited her more though. Her fingers slid around her now very wet pussy alternating between her clit and her hole. She knew what was coming and it was coming quickly. Marie's eyes closed, she took a deep breath and, with her a few twitches of her finger, exploded.

Rachele watched her friend leaning against the pillar. Marie had always been daring, but even Rachele was surprised she had done this. Still, Marie seemed to be just looking in her backpack to anyone who might see her. The slight movements she was making made it look like she was just moving things around to find what she was looking for in there, but Rachele knew better. It fascinated her when Marie climaxed. It seemed so intense.

The look on Marie's face told Rachele that a climax was near. Knowing what to look for, Rachele watched for the signs. First Marie's eyes would close, she would breathe deeply, then almost shudder when she climaxed. Rachele was almost envious. Marie would climax and would be happy, but she would have to wait until she got home. Watching Marie didn't help either. Rachele had been horny all day and needed to climax.

Rachele heard Marie's breathe suck in and watched in fascination as Marie did her little shudder, signaling her climax. It didn't take long before Marie's eyes opened, she fumbled a bit more, and then pulled a book from her pack. Only Marie would have thought of that. Rachele watched Marie walk to the bench and sit down again. “Have fun?” Rachele giggled.

Marie blushed. “Your turn is next!”

“Huh?” Rachele gasped.

“I met your dare, now it's my turn to give you one,” Marie grinned.

“You want me to do it now? ...right here?” Rachele asked.

“Nope,” Marie smirked, “but I'll tell you when... and you have to do it when I say,'Right Here', don't forget.

Rachele didn't have to wait long. They were on the bus on the way home from the mall when Marie whispered, “Right Here”.

Rachele gasped. They were sitting near the back of the bus and there was no one really close, but there were other people. She was sitting next to the window and Marie had taken the isle seat. “On the bus? Now?”

“Yes. Right here and right now... and take your panties off to do it,” Marie grinned.

“I can't,” Rachele gasped again.

“Yes you can. Just slip them down and stuff them in a bag. You made me do it at the entrance of the mall with people walking by. I did it now you do it.”

Rachele glanced around. No one was paying any attention to the girls. With as little movement as possible, Rachele reached under her skirt sides and, with a slight hop, slid her panties to her knees. Looking around again to be safe, she let the flimsy garment drop to her feet, quickly retrieving it and stuffing her panties into a bag. “There,” she smirked. “Happy?”

“Now do it,” Marie commanded.

Rachele adjusted the bag in her lap as best as she could, looked around once more, parted her legs slightly, and slipped her hand under her skirt. As she already knew, her pussy was wet. Even with her protests, the thought of rubbing on a bus with people around excited her.

As she rubbed, her eyes closed. It felt sooo good. It wasn't long before she felt her explosion developing. Quickly her climax erupted. Her breath hissed between her teeth as her pussy spasmed. She was about ready to go for a second when her mind refocused and she realized where they were.

She pulled her hand from beneath her skirt and looked over at Marie, who had a big grin. “We're even... for now” Rachele giggled.
 
 


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