****** Sweet Anita by G-boy ******
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Sweet Anita

Angela sat in Sister Theresa's office, and wondered what she had done wrong.
Sister Theresa had summoned her out of History, to report to her office, and
all of the girls watched wide eyed as the pretty little brunette made her way
out of the class room.

She shook her shoulder length brown hair, and closed her green eyes. Sister
couldn't know about her and Megan's fight the other day, could she? She and
Megan, former lovers, had been fighting off and on, ever since Angela had met
Oliver Collings, a scrawny boy from Saints Peter and Paul High School for Boys.
Christmas was right around the corner, and she wasn't sure she even wanted to
give her former best friend a present.

The last fight had been a whopper. Megan still sported a black eye from
Angela's fist. Angela rubbed her sore breast, where Megan's teeth had broken
the skin. She wanted to scratch her sore pussy, where Megan had yanked some of
the hairs from her trimmed bush. The other girls had broken up the fight in the
locker room, before Coach Smith came in to see what all the ruckus was about.

She felt a small lurch in her stomach. Megan, the pretty blond, had been such a
good friend, and a wonderful lover, until this boy came along. Angela had met
Megan after her transfer from Evelyn Heights Public High School. She had
taunted and teased the 'clique' that Megan and her twin sister, Tiffany,
belonged to, and the clique had invited her to a party. They didn't tell her
that the purpose of the party was to torment and humiliate her. Megan couldn't
go through with it, however, and had protected a sobbing Angela from the wrath
of the clique. She and Megan had first liked each other, then loved each other.

But, then Oliver Collings came along. He was a sweet boy, with thick glasses,
beautiful, breathtaking gold eyes, and large hands and feet. Angela took one
look at him, and recognized him as her male twin; hurt, angry, frightened. She
took the first step, and invited him to the joined Homecoming Dance of Sacred
Ascension High School for Girls and Saints Peter and Paul High School for Boys.
He had been so gentle, so trusting, so loving, that on that first date, she had
given him a blow job while she sat on his face. His large hands and feet were a
direct proportion to how well endowed he was. Even after a month of dating him,
and sleeping with him, she still had not managed to get all fourteen inches of
him into her throat. Her pussy would stretch to its fullest to accommodate him,
but that was a struggle in itself.

"Maybe if I took it up the ass," she almost said out loud.

The door to the office opened, and Sister Theresa entered the small office. The
fifty year old woman smiled warmly at Angela. She'd been reluctant to take the
rough girl in, but was glad she had accepted the girl from the poor side of
town. She was a lovely girl, who got good grades, and seemed to enjoy living on
the campus. Her mother insisted that she live in the dormitory during the week,
and, even though she wished to be at home, she adapted well to the structured
life on SAHS campus.

At the time of SAHS conception, in the 1930s, it was necessary to house most of
the students on campus, as the nearest town was a good hour and a half by
automobile. In the forties and fifties, however, both the roads and cars
improved, and by the seventies and eighties, the towns had expanded to be even
closer to SAHS. However, the school still maintained a dormitory, for those
girls who were from out of town, and for the good Sisters that comprised the
majority of the teaching and office staff. Of the one hundred and forty six
girls that attended SAHS, only eighteen occupied the forty room dormitory.

"Angela, how are you?" Sister Theresa asked.

"I am fine, thank you, Sister, and you?" Angela politely returned.

"Old. Don't ever get old, it's hell," Sister Theresa sighed.

Angela giggled at Sister Theresa's comments. Two years ago, she would have
never believed that a nun would say 'hell' other than in biblical quotes, but
Sister Theresa believed it saying it like it was.

"Angela, you've been living in the dormitory for what, almost a whole year
now?" Sister Theresa continued.

Angela perked up. Maybe her mother had finally consented that Angela was over
her wild, slut days, and could now live at home again.

"And I know that, for that time period, you've had your own room," the older
woman continued.

"Oh, damn," Angela thought. "They found the picture of me and Megan."

The two girls were seated on Mags' couch, naked, their arms around each other,
their tongues in each other's mouths. Tiffany had snapped the picture, two of
them, in fact. One for Megan, one for Angela. She'd also taken a couple of
pictures of Amy, the small little red head, and Patty, the large girl with long
brown hair, with Amy's mouth glued to Patty's large breast, while Patty's
finger delved into Amy's tiny ass hole. Mags and Ann wanted a picture of
themselves in a '69' position, and finally, Megan snapped a picture of her twin
sister, Tiffany, embracing her oriental lover, Lisa. Tiffany's long blond hair
and large breasts glowed against Lisa's long black hair, and golden skin, her
small breasts pressed tight into Tiffany's chest.

Angela was sure she'd hidden the picture well, but, the Sisters did have the
right to completely search a girl's room.

"And, although we have many vacant rooms here, I would like to ask you to
consider sharing your room," Sister intoned.

Angela sat up straight.

"Share my room? But, it's so small!" she stammered.

"Young lady, in the thirties and forties, we used to house four girls to a
room," Sister sternly said.

"But, but, why?" Angela said.

"The young lady, Anita Tourefonte, is a transfer student from Brazil," Sister
Theresa calmly explained. "And, I feel she would have an easier time of this,
if she had at least one friend here."

Sister Theresa was going to put Anita in Angela's room, whether Angela liked it
or not, but, she did want the young girl to feel that she had some say so in
the matter.

"Brazil? Does she even speak English?" Angela asked.

"Fluently," Sister Theresa smiled.

"Yes, Sister Theresa," Angela consented.

"Very good," Sister Theresa stated, firmly. "Now, go to your room, and
straighten it up. Ms. Tourefonte is to have two dresser drawers, and half of a
closet for her personal effects. You may have the rest of the school day to do
this, if you wish. Oh, and Angela?"

"Yes, Sister?"

"Do something with those pictures of yours, please. We wouldn't want Ms.
Tourefonte to get the wrong ideas, would we?"

She almost laughed at the girl's shocked face. Did the girl think that Sister
Theresa, a former student of Sacred Ascension, and a teacher and administrator
here for the past twenty six years, wouldn't know all of the hiding places in
the small rooms? She'd had her own collection of 'private' photographs and
keepsakes in her days as a student here. Of course, she was still slightly
unnerved by that picture of her and that sweet little Megan in a lover's
embrace, but she hoped it was just a phase the girls were going through. The
large dildo in Angela's dresser drawer, underneath her brassieres and panties,
also unsettled her slightly, but, she herself had been guilty of touching
herself on occasion. Of course, when she was a student, they had to make do
with broom handles, or other such devices.

Angela curtsied, and left the room. She raced out of the administration
building, across the lawn, to the large dormitory building behind the school.
She raced up the stairs to her room, and entered the small 10' by 10' room.

The pictures of her and Oliver, at their Homecoming Dance were still there, as
was the pictures of her and Megan, her and Megan and their two dates, and all
of the girls together, Megan and Tiffany, Ann, Mags, Amy, Patty, Lisa and
herself, and the picture of her and Megan in their lesbian embrace. The dildo
was still there, as well, along with her tube of lubricant. She pondered the
advisability of purchasing a small lock box, but she knew that she would have
to open it at the request of the dormitory's monitor, Sister Mary. She would
not be as tactful, or as nice as Sister Theresa was. She piled her things from
the bottom two dresser drawers into the top two drawers, and shoved her winter
clothes and her summer clothes on one side of the closet. The desk had two
chairs, so she arranged one on one side, and the other on the other side,
facing each other. The bed was a heavy cast iron cot, so she struggled to move
it against the far wall. She didn't like the morning sun shining in her face,
so she decided that this Anita Tourefonte would have that side of the room.
They could share the night stand, with its small clock radio and lamp.

Moments later, she was bored, and returned to her classes. At lunch time, she
sat at the table with Mags, the pretty fifteen year old leader of the Sophomore
clique, with her straight shoulder length brown hair, and dimpled smile that
revealed small teeth, Ann, with her short, curly brown hair, and wide smile,
Megan and Tiffany, the blond twins, Patty, with her long brown waves and deep
brown eyes, Amy, the little red head, who scraped the measuring tape at three
feet, six inches, and Lisa, the adorable little oriental. Megan's eye was still
purple and swollen, and Angela felt a lurch of shame when she looked at her.
So, she faced away from her, and chatted with Amy.

"What'd Sister Theresa want?" the midget squealed.

"We got a new kid coming, from Brazil," Angela said.

"Brazil! Do they speak English there?" Patty asked.

"Beats me," Angela admitted. "But, Sister Theresa says this girl does."

"So, what'd she want with you?" Megan snapped.

"She said, to keep this girl away from you," Angela snapped back.

"Oh, fuck you, cunt," Megan hurled.

"You wish!" Angela hissed back.

"I wish you two would just fucking get over it," Tiffany groused. "I mean,
fuck, what happened? You two used to be such great friends."

A chorus of agreement came from the other five girls, and Angela and Megan sat
and glared at each other.

After the final bell, Angela slowly walked to her room. The door was open, and
she could see two Sisters, Sister Mary, and Sister Beatrice, busily setting up
a second small cot. They smiled at her, and she offered assistance.

"No, I think we've just about got it," the younger Sister Beatrice said.

"Do you have any clean linens?" Sister Mary asked. "Just what's on my bed,"
Angela admitted.

It was a school policy, that the girls had to have two sets of linen, one
clean, and the other on the bed, in case of 'accidents,' such as bed wetting,
or the onset of a girl's menstrual cycle. None of the girls adhered to this,
however, only washing one set when the other set was crusty from age.

"Fine, fine," Sister Mary huffed, and left the room.

"You may get a demerit for that," Sister Beatrice whispered.

Sister Mary returned with two clean sets of linen, and tossed one set to
Angela.

"Change those filthy sheets, young lady," she spat.

Angela busied herself with the task, and offered to also make the other bed,
which Sister Mary gladly let her do. Her arthritis was killing her, and lugging
that heavy bed had not helped matters much. Angela completed the task, and
turned, just as Sister Theresa entered the room with a small, dark skinned man
at her side.

"Ah, Sir Tourefonte, this is Angela Bonham, the young lady that will be your
daughter's room mate," she said in introduction.

The small man smiled, showing white teeth, and Angela curtsied to him. He
looked around the room, and nodded his approval.

"Very good. My little Anita will be happy here," he pronounced, and bowed to
Angela.

"I leave you now," he said to Sister Theresa. "I have much to do."

So saying, he left the room. Sister Theresa smiled nervously, and left the room
also. Angela sat down on her bed, and wondered when she would meet her new room
mate. She didn't have long to wait. A few moments later, a small, dark skinned
girl followed Sister Mary into the room. Sister Mary introduced the two girls,
and asked if Angela could please help carry Anita's chest to the room.

Angela and Sister Mary struggled with the heavy foot locker, and finally made
it to the room. Sister Mary left so that the two girls could unpack.

"Fuck, what you got in this thing? A dead body?" Angela complained.

"No, it's just some things from home," Anita whispered.

Angela looked at the girl. She was small, only about four feet, five or six
inches tall, very slim. Her round, dark face had deep brown eyes, and her black
hair was very long and thick, swirling down to the middle of her back. Her
figure, what could be seen of it under the heavy coat, was also small. The girl
was pretty, no prize winner, but pretty, nonetheless. The most striking feature
was her full, deep red lips. Angela looked at those lips and wondered what they
would feel like against her own lips, against her skin. She groaned inwardly as
she felt her pussy begin to dampen.

The girl's chest contained mostly books, a few pictures, and clothing. Angela
helped her hang the clothes, and smelled the girl's scent, sweat and harsh
soap. Her pussy gave another tremor, and she excused herself to the bathroom.
Anita followed her, however, so she had to rub her clit and orgasm as quietly
as possible.

They chatted quietly at dinner, and Angela could feel the girl's loneliness, so
far from her home. They returned to their room, and Angela grabbed a towel and
soap from the top shelf of the closet.

"You shower on Tuesdays?" Anita asked.

"And on Wednesday, and Thursday, every day," Angela answered, sure that the
girl was joking.

The girl clapped her hands and smiled.

"You can shower every day? You must be very happy!"

"Uh, yeah. Real happy," Angela said. "Want to get happy, too?"

"Okay!" Anita said, and grabbed a towel for herself.

She was about to grab a bar of her harsh soap, but Angela offered to let her
borrow her more gentle, American soap. They walked to the large bathroom, and
took adjoining stalls. Angela watched furtively as Anita shyly slipped her
blouse and skirt off, and revealed a short slip underneath. She looked around
nervously, and then removed the slip. Angela almost gasped at the hairy body
that appeared before her. She'd heard that the women of Europe and South
America did not shave their bodies, but she did not expect such a small girl to
have so much hair. Her legs were completely covered in a mat of dark hair. When
she raised her arms to slip the flimsy garment over her shoulders, it revealed
a thick mat of dark hair under each arm. Her pussy was completely obscured by a
dark forest that extended from her belly button to the top of her thighs. She
adjusted the shower, and luxuriated in the soft scent and feel of Angela's
soap. She even used the bar of soap to lather thick mane.

"Oh, if I had soap like this, I would bathe every single day!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, it's nice," Angela agreed.

When she lived at home, her mother bought the bargain brand soap. But, whenever
she went to Megan's house, Megan's mom only bought beauty bars, the soft,
scented soap. So, whenever she bought toiletries for school, she bought the
kind of soap Mrs. Wertmuller bought.

She ran a hand under her arms. Seeing Anita's hairy body made her feel hairy,
and she checked to see if she needed to shave. It had only been two days since
the last time she'd shaved, so she barely had any stubble at all. She finished
her lukewarm shower, and toweled herself dry. Anita looked at Angela's body,
and looked away, embarrassed.

"You are very beautiful," she whispered.

"Thank you. You are, too," Angela said.

Angela was very beautiful. Her shoulder length brown curls framed her heart
shaped face beautifully. Her bright green eyes flashed and simmered with
passion, and her lips pursed in a perpetual kiss. Her breasts, while not huge,
certainly no like Patty's, were firm, cone shaped mounds, capped with dark red
nipples. Her stomach was flat, and her hips flared out nicely. Her ass was
round and firm. She kept her own pubic hair trimmed to a small patch that just
covered the slit of her pussy. She'd thought about shaving it completely, like
Patty and Lisa did, but never could bring herself to do so. At five feet, three
inches tall, her legs were long and shapely. Anita looked through her long
eyelashes at Angela.

"You are smooth. Does this soap do that?" she asked, and gingerly touched
Angela's underarm.

"No, silly, a razor blade does," Angela laughed.

Anita gasped and frowned.

"You shave yourself? Like the whore?" she gasped.

"Who the fuck you calling a whore?" Angela snapped.

Anita put her hands in front of her, to protect herself from Angela's anger.
Her small breasts, with their dark brown nipples, jiggled slightly. Angela
looked at her short body. Despite the hair, it was an attractive body. Small
breasts, a slightly rounded belly, and short legs. Her ass was round and full.

"Put your hands down. I ain't going to hit you," she said, more calmly.

They exited the bathroom, after Anita had dressed in a long flannel night gown.
Angela walked casually down the hall, wrapped only in her towel. They entered
their room, and Angela shrugged into a short sleep shirt. She studied for a few
minutes, while Anita read a book. At nine thirty, the buzzer for lights out
sounded, and Angela put her books away. She flopped down on her bed, and
reached for the light switch.

"You do not pray?" Anita quietly asked.

"Only if I want something," Angela said.

She respectfully left the light on while Anita did her prayers at the side of
her bed. Then the girl climbed into her cot, and Angela turned off the light.

At ten thirty, she was awakened by soft sniffles from the other cot. At first,
she was disoriented; she was used to having the room to herself. Then she
remembered Anita's arrival. She quietly got out of bed, and padded over to the
other cot.

"Hey," she whispered. "You okay?"

"I, I miss my home," Anita sobbed softly.

Angela sat on the edge of the bed and patted the small lump under the covers.

"Yeah, me too, when I first got here," she admitted.

"I am sorry if I woke you," Anita murmured.

Angela patted the small lump again, and, on impulse, kissed Anita on the
forehead. Anita smiled through her tears. Angela padded back to her own bed,
and fell asleep in moments.

The next day, Angela introduced Anita to the clique, and to other Sophomores.
At lunch time, they pulled an extra chair to the usual table of the clique, and
Anita amused them with tales of her homeland. Her father was a cattle baron in
the small province that they hailed from, and he would be here for at least one
year, learning the methods used by American ranchers and cattle men. As Anita
was the youngest child, and the only one still living at home, he brought his
motherless child with him.

Megan sat, and glared at this newcomer who invaded her territory. It was hard
enough to lose Angela to a boy, but, now it looked as if another girl also
threatened her special bond with her one true love.

"So, Christmas is in a few weeks, you going back to Brazil?" she asked,
hopefully.

Anita's face fell, and she shook her head no.

"No, Papa says 'cattle do not take Christmas off, neither do we.'," she said,
wistfully.

"Gee, you're going to spend Christmas here? At Suck Ass? I mean, Sacred
Ascension?" Tiffany asked, true sympathy in her voice.

Megan could have killed her twin.

"It would seem so," Anita said, simply.

She was an energetic participant in Gym Class, but Angela felt somewhat
embarrassed for her in the locker room, when she bared some of her hairy body
to the others. Megan was secretly thrilled to see some flaw in the pretty
little Brazilian.

That night, after dinner, Anita glowed with anticipation.

"We will shower again? With the good soap?" she asked.

"Yeah," Angela smiled.

A thought came to her. She also grabbed her razor.

They went into the shower stalls, and Anita watched, in fascination, as Angela
carefully shaved under her arms, and along each leg. Her pubic area was still
sore from Megan's rough treatment, so she avoided that area.

"You, do that very well," Anita whispered.

"Yeah? You want to try?" Angela asked, hopeful.

"Oh, no! I couldn't!" Anita protested.

"You sure? It's so easy," Angela said, and offered the razor to her.

She hesitated, and shook her head no.

"I wouldn't know how to use the razor," she said.

"Want me to do it for you? The first time?" Angela asked.

Her pussy was dripping wet with the thought of touching the small girl, of
dragging a razor along her curves and folds. Anita looked at Angela's smooth
body, and slowly nodded her head yes. She smiled shyly. Angela walked around
the short wall that separated them, and grabbed the bar of soap from Anita. She
worked the lather into the right armpit, and carefully dragged the razor down,
along the soft skin. Anita trembled, but did not move. Angela rinsed the razor
clean, and repeated the process. Moments later, Anita was admiring her smooth
armpit, while Angela bent to the task of her left armpit. Anita gasped in shock
when Angela soaped her pubic region. She placed both hands in front of her
pussy.

"No! Not there!" she protested.

"Why not?" Angela asked.

"Because, it is not right for you to touch me there. It is unclean," Anita
protested.

"Fine, then you do it," Angela said.

She knelt on the tile floor, and lathered up Anita's right leg. She slowly,
carefully slid the razor up. When she reached Anita's thigh, she looked up, and
saw that Anita had her eyes squeezed shut. She looked at the thick hairs of
Anita's pussy, and could barely make out Anita's slit. She softly blew hot
breath on the top juncture, and was rewarded by a gasp. She bent over and
slowly slid the razor up again, and again blew hot breath into Anita's cunt. It
took a few passes with the razor, but, finally, the right leg was smooth. She
lathered up the left leg, and Anita bent over and touched her right leg.

"It feels funny, without hair," she marveled.

Angela repeated the stroke, hot breath, stroke on the left leg, and soon, all
that was left was the dinner plate sized patch on Anita's belly. Angela stood
up and handed the razor to Anita. They looked at each other for a moment, then
the smaller girl handed the razor back to Angela.

"Would you do it for me? Please?" she whispered.

Angela squatted on the tile floor, and lathered Anita's pubic region
thoroughly, a little more thoroughly than was needed. She carefully cleaned
away the hair, until all that was left was a small triangle that covered
Anita's dark slit. Even there, she lightly stroked the razor over it, to thin
it out slightly. Anita's dark red inner lips peeked into view, and Angela could
see that they were wet and swollen. She blew hot breath on them, and Anita
shivered.

"That is enough, please," she moaned.

They rinsed themselves off, and returned to their room. Angela and Anita bent
to the task of their homework, when Angela heard a freshman, Erin, outside of
their door, singing.

'Her name is Angela,

She work on a ranch el Ah!

She get five pesos a day.

She go to Anita

Who eat Ah her meat Ah!

And take her five pesos away, Ole!'

Anita heard Erin and a friend giggling, as they ran down the hall. Anita looked
stricken, and Angela scowled.

Erin was a pretty little honey blond with dark brown eyes. At thirteen, she
still had the small, boyish body of a much younger girl, but the baby fat was
beginning to shift and shape itself into what would one day be an attractive
petite figure. She had crossed the clique last year, spreading the rumor that
the clique was a bunch of lesbians. Which, of course, was true, but the clique
didn't want this to be common knowledge. They tricked Erin, and her little
buddy, Dee, into a party at Mags' house. The two girls had been strapped to a
table, where they were forced to drink urine, and eat pussy until their tongues
were raw and swollen. A video tape of Erin and Dee in a '69' convinced the two
sobbing girls that tattling would not be in their best interest.

"I guess she forgot what it's like to fuck with me," Angela muttered, and got
up from her chair.

Anita looked at her.

"What are you going to do? Tell Sister Mary?" she whispered.

"No, that doesn't do nothing," Angela muttered. "But, stay here. No use both of
us get our asses in trouble."

She quietly exited the room, and walked toward Erin's room. Without knocking,
she burst in. The room was empty. She smiled, when she saw the other girl's
night clothes. That meant the girl was in the showers.

She walked rapidly toward the bathroom, and rushed in. She saw two heads in the
fogged up mirror, one brown, the other honey blond. She flipped off the lights,
and made her way to where she'd last seen the small head.

"Hey! Who turned off the lights?" Erin demanded.

She screamed, as a fist was driven into her small hard breast, and groaned in
absolute agony as Angela drove her knee into her cunt. Another blow landed on
her other breast, and she collapsed to the floor.

"I guess you're too fucking stupid to remember what happens to sluts that fuck
with us," Angela hissed into the moaning girl's ear. "Either that, or you
really like eating my pussy."

The other girl huddled in the corner of her shower stall, petrified by the
thumps and screams that came from the dark stall next to her.

"And, if you tell Sister Mary about this, I'll just have to tell her about your
cute little song, stupid bitch," Angela spat.

She left the room, without turning on the lights. Erin gave a few dry heaves,
and finally managed to stand up. Something warm and sticky trickled down the
inside of her legs and she tenderly soaped and rinsed herself off. She spent
the night in the fetal position in her bed, and was still very sore the next
day.

Angela returned to her room, and changed into a dry sleep shirt. Anita looked
at her, but did not ask, and Angela did not volunteer any information. At
lights out, they quietly lay in their beds, and turned off the lights.

Again, Angela was awakened by gentle sobbing. She tiredly got out of bed, and
crawled into Anita's bed. She cradled the small girl against her chest, and
fell back asleep, holding the girl. Anita soon fell asleep, safe in Angela's
arms.

They awoke the next morning, and got out of bed. Neither one said anything to
the other, as they walked to breakfast. They ate in silence, and avoided each
other's eyes.

The day dragged on, and Angela was ready for bed by final bell. Megan had been
particularly nasty that day, but Angela had not risen to the bait. She had,
however, noticed Megan's black thong panties, when they dressed for Gym Class,
and had longed to slowly peel them down, and lap at Megan's tight crack until
her tiny ass hole opened, and she could plunge two fingers deep inside. She
longed to taste Megan's sweet blond snatch, and had to look away, when Megan
looked to see if she noticed the alluring undergarment.

Megan was disappointed. She was sure that Angela would appreciate her sexy
panties. She was enraged when she saw that Anita had removed all of her
unsightly hair; she knew that Angela had either done it for her, or helped her,
or stood and watched as Anita dragged the shiny razor blade along that dark
brown flesh.

On the way home, on the bus, she complained bitterly to her sister, Tiffany,
who finally looked at her.

"I am so fucking sick and tired of you two fighting all of the God damned
time!" she spat. "Get over it!"

Anita quietly asked Angela, "Are you two fighting over a boy?"

"You could say that," Angela admitted.

"Is he that rich, that you two must fight?" Anita asked. "No, he's not real
rich," Angela said.

"Then, let her have him. You will find someone better," Anita advised.

Anita had to smile sadly. If only it were that simple. Oliver had tried his
best to get along with Megan, but Megan shut him out at every turn. Finally,
she had to admit defeat. She thanked Oliver for trying to get along with her
best friend, but made sure to have them never meet again. Oliver, so sweet and
happy, did not press the issue with her. He seemed to consider himself lucky
whenever she was with him, and accepted it when she said she had plans with
Megan. Megan, on the other hand, wanted Oliver completely out of the picture,
wanted Angela all to herself.

"As beautiful as you are, you will find another," Anita assured her.

"Look, can we drop this, all right?" Angela wearily said.

They studied in silence, and ate their dinner in silence. Angela saw Erin labor
with her tray, and realized that she must have hit her much harder than she
thought. She got up from her chair, and walked over to Erin, who froze in fear.
Surely, this madwoman wouldn't hit her, in front of all of the good Sisters?

"Here, let me help you," Angela said, and took Erin's tray from her trembling
hands.

She carried the tray to the table where she and Anita were sitting, and put the
tray down next to hers. Erin sat down cautiously.

Erin, meet Anita. Anita, this is Erin," Angela mumbled around her dinner roll.

The two girls shook hands, and Erin began to eat slowly.

"Sorry about fucking you up," Angela apologized quietly.

"You should be, it still hurts," Erin snapped.

"Yeah, well, you deserved it," Angela said, and shoveled more food in her
mouth.

They ate their meals in silence. Erin was slow to finish, but Angela waited,
and carried their two dirty trays to the stack.

"Are you going to shower tonight?" Anita whispered.

Erin looked at her strangely.

"Well, maybe," she finally said.

She wondered if this dark girl was setting her up for another ass kicking.
Angela returned and Anita stood up. She and Angela walked to their room, and
prepared to shower.

"Do we use the razor again?" Anita asked.

"No, every other day," Angela smiled. "You shave too much, it grows back really
thick,"

"Oh," Anita said, disappointed.

They showered and dressed for bed. After completing their homework, they
talked. Anita asked if Angela had a photograph of this boy that would cause two
women to fight? Angela opened her drawer, and Anita looked at the first
photograph. It was the one of Angela and Megan in their lovers' embrace.

"Ah, I think I understand," was all she said.

Angela blushed furiously. Anita simply looked at the other photographs, and
pointed to the picture of her and Megan at the Homecoming Dance.

"You are friends," she observed. "Do you still wish to be her friend?"

"Yes," Angela sobbed.

"Then, tell her," Anita said.

At lights out, Anita held the corner of her sheet up, and Angela climbed into
bed with her. She curled herself around Anita's small body, spoon fashion, and
fell asleep.

She woke up to feel Anita's fat buttocks grinding against her pussy. She heard
the girl moan, and at first thought that Anita was having a bad dream. She then
felt the pebble hard nipples against her hands, and realized that the girl was
masturbating. She grabbed the girl's breasts, and squeezed them. Anita gasped,
and froze.

"Oh, no, don't stop," Angela whispered in her ear, and trailed her tongue along
the girl's ear lobe.

Anita moaned as Angela grew bolder in her touches, and soon, Angela had Anita's
flannel nightgown worked up to expose her small hard breasts with their small,
hard nipples. She shuddered as Angela gently sucked on each nipple, and
squealed as Angela pulled her pussy lips apart. Angela put a pillow over
Anita's face, to muffle the screams of pleasure as her tongue probed her musky,
wet box.

When the girl came, Angela's face received a fine spray of ejaculation. She
licked as much of it as she could reach with her tongue, and wiped the excess
away with the back of her hand.

"Fuck, you come a river, you know that?" she giggled into the panting, moaning
Anita's ear.

"I, oh, I, have never done that before," Anita gasped.

"Yeah? Did you like it?" Angela grinned.

She knew, whether she would admit it or not, Anita did like it. Anita covered
her face with her hands, and nodded her head yes.

"Good. Now, go to sleep," Angela muttered, and got out of the bed.

"Where are you going?" Anita asked.

"Nowhere, I guess," Angela said, and got back into the small bed.

Anita kissed her on the lips, and they fell asleep, face to face.

The next day, Angela called her mother, and asked if she could bring a friend
home. Angela's mother, assuming that her daughter had finally made up with
Megan, immediately said yes. She was slightly disappointed that it was some
small dark girl, but Anita's shy, polite nature, so much like that charming
boy, Oliver's, won her over very quickly. At their modest home, Anita was
thrilled to see a television set in the living room, and asked politely if they
would turn it on. She sat in rapture as images and sounds flowed out of the
box.

"My God, she even likes the commercials," Mrs. Bonham exclaimed.

"She doesn't get to see much television on their ranch, I guess," Angela said.

The girl sat and nibbled at her food, never taking her eyes from the screen.
She was disappointed when Mrs. Bonham declared eleven o'clock to be their
bedtime, but she politely said good night, and crawled into Angela's bed. She
fell asleep with images and sounds flashing in her mind.

Mrs. Bonham had to go to work the next morning, so she left Angela a few
chores, and drove off. Anita plopped down in front of the television, and
watched the Saturday morning cartoons in awe. Angela quietly did her chores,
and finally dragged Anita away from the television.

"Let's do something," she complained.

"I was," Anita whined. "I was watching the television shows."

"I mean, let's go out, do something," Angela said, and dragged Anita to the
Mall.

If television was exciting to Anita, the Mall was a panoramic adventure of
colors and sounds and smells and people. In the few weeks before Christmas, the
Mall was packed to the rafters with people. Angela and Anita wandered aimlessly
along.

Angela had already purchased a present for Oliver, a very nice sweater that
would set off his beautiful gold eyes perfectly. She'd also gotten a small
locket and chain, and put a picture of him and her in it. The inscription
simply read, 'My Love.' Plus that, she planned to let him fuck her up the ass,
something she knew he'd never even dreamed of. He was ecstatic whenever she let
him fuck her tight little pussy, and was more than satisfied with oral sex when
they didn't have time for anything else.

She'd also gotten Megan a present, but she wasn't sure if she'd give Megan the
small heart shaped locket and chain, with the picture of their Homecoming Dance
in it. If she did, she might have the inscription scratched out. It read, 'Love
Forever' and she didn't know if that was true anymore. She'd also gotten her a
pale blue knitted scarf, to match her beautiful pale blue eyes.

"This is so exciting!" a breathless Anita squealed, as they wandered around.

"Yeah? So, what you want to do now?" Angela asked.

She was bored. She wanted to be with Megan, but they were fighting. And, she
wanted to be with Oliver, but she knew he was working at Shirley's office on
Saturdays. Shirley was Oliver's soon to be step mother. She was a young woman,
with the largest breasts Angela had ever seen, outside of a porno movie. The
woman was a lawyer, and Oliver was helping her with files, and paperwork.

Anita finally let herself be pulled away from the lively displays, and the
colorful stores. They wandered home and fixed a small snack. Anita immediately
put the television set on. Angela looked at the clock. It would be at least
another hour before her mother came home, and would probably be longer than
that, thanks to holiday traffic. Thinking of Oliver, and Megan, had made her
sad, and horny. She walked over to where Anita sat, engrossed in the insipid
Holiday movie.

"Hey," she whispered into Anita's ear.

"What?" Anita said, never pulling her eyes from the screen.

"Want to fuck?" Angela said, and licked Anita's ear lobe.

Anita looked at her friend's green eyes. There was no love, no passion, just
hurt and need in them. She slowly turned off the television, and kissed Angela
softly on the lips. Angela broke into tears, and Anita held her head in her lap
while Angela sobbed.

After she calmed down somewhat, they walked, hand in hand, to Angela's room.
Anita lay on the bed while Angela hungrily lapped and sucked at her flesh. She
screamed in orgasm when Angela pushed her tongue hard against her throbbing
clit. When she regained her breath, she slowly returned the favor. Angela
twisted in frustration.

"Harder," she demanded, until Anita finally got the message, and savagely bit
Angela's nipples.

"Harder!" Angela grunted, and Anita thrust another finger into her wet pussy.

"HARDER!" she screamed, and Anita sucked Angela's clit into her mouth, and
pressed down with her lips.

"Stop it!" Angela demanded, after the last shudders of her orgasm left her.

She lay still, and stared out into space. Anita curled up against her.

"You did not like it?" she asked.

"Yeah, I liked it," Angela sniffed. "It just wasn't.."

Oliver.

Megan.

It just wasn't the two people she loved the most. She felt horrible for using
this trusting little girl, and felt empty inside.

"You should call her," Anita whispered.

"You should fuck off," Angela yelled.

Anita dressed quietly, and Angela heard the television blare to life.

"Hello, Anita," she heard her mother say, a few moments later, and the front
door slammed shut.

She crawled out of bed, and dressed quickly. Her mother rapped at the door, and
stuck her head in.

"I'm going out, to a Christmas party," she informed Angela. "You girls want me
to pick up a movie for you? You can grab a pizza, and zone out in front of the
idiot box while I'm gone."

Anita was in awe of the video store. If Mrs. Bonham had been rich enough, she
would have rented every movie in sight. She finally agreed to let Angela select
a movie starring some current favorite actors. The pizza was not lost on her
either, when a knock at the door, and dinner was ready. She sat and munched the
food, and watched the movie.

"Time to take a shower," Angela announced, after the movie was finished.

Anita watched in fascination as Angela pulled the shower head from the hook,
and jammed the nozzle against her pussy. She turned the spray to 'hard pulse'
and let the warm water pound against the insides of her cunt, until she slid to
the floor in exhaustion. She turned the spray to 'gentle pulse' and held it to
Anita's pussy.

"You scream too loud," she laughed, as Anita came noisily.

"Oh, that is wonderful," Anita gasped.

They cuddled up in the bed, and Angela fell asleep.

The next week was the final week of school before the Christmas break. Angela's
mother agreed to let the shy Anita stay with them over the long holiday.

"I knew if I introduced them, Angela would make a wonderful friend for the
girl," Sister Theresa told Mrs. Bonham.

"You're right, Sister Theresa," Mrs. Bonham agreed. "But, Sister, Angela and
Megan Wertmuller have been friends for a long time, and now, they seem to do
nothing but fight. Have you any idea why?"

Sister Theresa paused. She didn't really know, but she was sure that it had
something to do with that vulgar picture of the two girls kissing, open mouthed
at that.

"I'm sure I wouldn't know. Have you spoken with Mrs. Wertmuller?" she
suggested.

"No, but that's a wonderful idea. Thank you, Sister," she said, and hung up.

She dialed the Wertmullers telephone number, and Trish Wertmuller finally
answered. They exchanged warm greetings; they liked each other. and then got
down to business.

"I don't know, either, but I wish whatever foolishness it is would stop," Trish
said. "Cathy, all Megan does is come home and mope in her room."

"Angela, too," Cathy Bonham agreed.

"But, what can we do? They'll just have to work it out themselves," Trish
sighed.

"I know, I know," Cathy agreed.

After a few more pleasantries, they hung up.

Final day rolled around, and Angela and Anita climbed into Cathy's car. On the
way home, Cathy talked to her daughter.

"Christmas is almost here," she began.

"No joke," Angela snapped.

"And, I want you to make up with Megan," Cathy continued.

"What? Why?" Angela demanded.

"Because, it's a shame for two good friends like you two are, to be fighting.
Especially on Christmas," was the simple answer.

"Fine, whatever," Angela muttered.

When they arrived home, Anita parked herself in front of the television. Angela
waked to the kitchen telephone, and began to dial the Wertmullers' number. She
heard the telephone ring once, and hung up.

"No, do it," her mother ordered.

She counted to five, and dialed the number again. Trish answered, and
cheerfully greeted Angela.

"Angela! Honey! What a pleasant surprise! We miss you so much around here." she
gushed.

"I miss you, too, Mrs. Wertmuller," Angela said, her bottom lip quivering.

"Hang on, I'll get Megan," Trish said.

Angela wiped the tears from her eyes, and waited. Megan's voice came over the
telephone.

"Hello?"

Her mother had not told her who it was on the other end, had simply called out,
"Megan! Telephone!"

"Megan?" Angela said, fresh tears forming in her eyes.

"Angela?" Megan asked.

"I love you," Angela said, and slammed the phone down.

Megan hung up the telephone and ran to her room. Angela's mother cradled her
sobbing daughter's head to her chest. In the other room, Anita sat in a world
of flashing sounds and lights.

Trish Wertmuller climbed the steps to her daughter's room, and found her baby
in a sobbing heap on her bed. She held her little girl, and let her cry herself
out. When she was calmed down, Trish walked back downstairs and called Cathy.

"Well?" she asked.

"Well, I have one broken hearted little girl over here," Cathy said.

"That makes two of us," Trish sighed.

"Well, Christmas is in two days, maybe they'll come together for that," Cathy
said, hopefully.

"God, I hope so. They're so beautiful together," Trish agreed.

Angela ran out of the house the very next morning, and bought Anita a few bars
of soap, a woman's shaving kit, and, with the help of her older sister, a small
vibrator.

"God, Angela, you sure do have weird ideas about what to get people," Anise
said, as she exited the adult bookstore. "What'd you get Mom? The super deluxe
model?"

"No, I got that for you. I got Mom a blow up Big John doll. Think she'll like
him?" Angela retorted.

"Sick, sick little girl," Anise laughed.

They wrapped the presents at Anise's small apartment, and Angela played with
her one month old nephew, Brian, Junior. Brian, Senior watched his fifteen year
old sister in law's ass wiggle, and wished he could plunge his five inch
erection into it.

"Bet she'd squeal like a pig, my dick in her little ass!" he chuckled to
himself.

He had no idea that Angela masturbated with a dildo that was a full eight
inches long, and three inches around, and her puckered little ass hole was no
stranger to it. Her sister, however, acted like Brian's cock was the biggest
tool she'd ever been impaled on. She secretly masturbated with the large
cucumbers that she made into salads every night. Brian, Senior would never
catch on to why they ate salads with every meal, but Anise was happy, and his
ego was intact.

Angela felt her brother in law's eyes on her upturned ass, and wiggled it a
little more. Anise and she kept few secrets from each other, and she know that
Brian's cock wasn't much bigger than his thumb, but she enjoyed teasing him a
little.

Anise drove her sister home, and came in to see her Mom. She was polite to the
little girl that was camped out in front of the blaring television, and she and
her mother exchanged their gifts and hugs and kisses.

Anita was very embarrassed that Angela had given her such nice things,
especially the sweet, soft soap, and the vibrator, because she had nothing to
give in return. (Angela had insisted that she open the vibrator box in the
privacy of the bedroom.)

"But, I don't want anything," Angela protested.

"Anita, the true meaning of Christmas, is the joy of giving happiness,"
Angela's mother explained. "You give my daughter a friendship. That's a
wonderful gift."

"Speaking of gifts, Angela, don't you have one for Megan?" her mother asked.
"Listen, you go to the Wertmullers. I'll keep Anita amused. It shouldn't be
hard, give her the remote control, and I'll never hear from her again."

Angela grudgingly agreed, and began the long trek to the Wertmuller home. They
lived in a much better subdivision than did the Bonhams, so it took two bus
transfers to get to a stop only eight blocks away from their front door. She
walked as slowly as possible, but finally arrived at the front door. She
knocked lightly, and had Trish not been standing close by, she would have never
heard it. But, Cathy had called her and let her know that Angela was on her
way. She swung open the door.

"Angela! What a nice surprise!" Trish exclaimed.

Had her husband not been rich from oil money, Trish Blanchard Wertmuller would
have been an actress.

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Wertmuller," Angela mumbled, and gave her the crystal
doll ornament she'd bought for her.

"Oh, thank you, honey! Merry Christmas to you, too, but come in out of the
cold!"

Angela shrugged off the heavy coat, and shyly looked around. Megan was nowhere
in sight.

"Megan's upstairs, in her room," Trish said. "You go on up, and I'll bring you
all some hot chocolate in a few minutes. Okay?"

Angela walked as slowly as possible up the familiar stairs. She lightly knocked
on Megan's door.

"Come in," she heard from the other side.

She cautiously opened the door. Megan sat in the middle of her bed, and did not
look at the door. Megan was sure it was her mother, always in and out of her
room. Why the woman couldn't just leave her alone in her misery, she would
never understand.

"Hi, Megan," the soft voice said.

She turned around, and her heart melted. Angela's little red nose, beautiful
green eyes, and pale lips quivered as they looked at each other.

"Angela!" Megan breathed softly.

The two girls hugged tightly.

"I love you, Angela," Megan breathed into Angela's ear.

"Me, too," Angela breathed back.

They kissed passionately, tears running down their faces, until Trish knocked
at the door. She brought in a tray, with hot chocolate and cookies, and left
the room quickly.

The two girls held hands, not wanting the touch to end, and drank their
chocolate and munched the cookies.

"Oh, I got you something," Angela finally said, and picked up the package by
the door.

"What is it?" Megan said.

"Well, open it and see," Angela laughed.

The scarf was admired, but Megan slowly looked at the locket, before opening it
up.

"Love Forever?" she said.

Angela nodded her head yes.

"Megan, I will always love you, no matter what, or who comes along," Angela
promised.

"Always?" Megan whispered.

"Always," Angela replied, and kissed her full on the lips.

"Forever and ever?" Megan whispered.

"Forever and ever," Angela replied, and kissed her again.

"For as long as we both shall live?" Megan whispered.

"Megan! Shut up! Forever! Okay?" Angela laughed.

They kissed again. Megan's mother came and knocked on the door a few moments
later, and cleared the tray away. She smiled as she saw the two girls holding
each other's hands.

"Did you give Angela her present?" she asked her daughter.

"Not yet," Megan admitted.

"Well?" Trish asked.

"Mother! Please!" Megan huffed.

Trish left the room, and Megan opened a dresser drawer. She handed Angela a
small box. Angela opened it, and found a small diamond ring inside.

"I love you, Angela," Megan said. "I know, we can't get married or nothing like
that, but, I want you to always know that I love you, with all my heart."

"Oh, Megan!" Angela said, and they kissed.

Megan got down on her knees and slipped the ring onto Angela's pinkie.

"And, for your next gift," she husked, as she unzipped Angela's jeans.

"Megan! Your mother's going to catch us!" Angela protested.

"What? Oh, no! Not that, silly!" Megan laughed, and pulled a package out from
under the bed.

Angela opened it, and squealed as she found a pair of thong panties and
matching black brassiere. She quickly shucked her clothes, and Megan watched
her lover slip into the sexy lingerie.

"Yum, yum, I want some," she husked, as Angela modeled it for her.

"Yeah? Me, too," Angela whispered back.

After a few hours of talking and kissing and touching one another, Angela
finally had to leave. She had a house guest that she was responsible for. The
two girls made plans to get together the day after Christmas.

Anita barely looked up as Angela walked into the living room. Her mother
admired the small diamond ring, and knew that the diamond itself was at least
two months' salary for her, but the Wertmullers could easily afford thousands
of such rings.

Anita allowed herself to be led to bed, and was slightly disappointed that
Angela did not want to make love.

Christmas morning was a somewhat somber affair. Anise and Brian, Senior, did
not have much money, as Brian was 'between' jobs at this time.

"Between welfare checks is more like it," Cathy groused.

She did not like her son in law, with his long greasy hair and small eyes, and
slender fame. She thought he was lazy and shiftless. She also thought that her
nineteen year old daughter could have found someone much better to pin the
paternity of her grandson on, but Anise swore that Brian was indeed the father.
The bills for their dingy apartment, plus the medical bills for the baby were
piling up, and Cathy tried to help her daughter out as much as possible.

"So, Brian, what are your parents up to today?" she asked, hoping that her
daughter's husband couldn't stay long.

"Don't know, don't talk to them," he laughed, with an air of macho bravado.

"They, um, think that Brian's too young to be married," Anise muttered.

"I do, too," Cathy sniffed.

Anise watched as Brian tried to charm the quiet Anita, and frowned as he
touched Angela with a little too much intimacy. Angela and Anita both ignored
him, as they played with the small baby boy. Brian wandered into the kitchen,
and opened a can of beer.

"Brian, it is only ten o'clock in the morning," Cathy chided.

"Yeah, but it's Christmas," Brian smirked.

"Oh, well, then, by all means, help yourself to all the beer in the house,
since it's Christmas," Cathy snapped.

Brian was too slow witted to catch the sarcasm that dripped from Cathy's mouth,
and after he popped open a second can, Anise made their good byes. She put the
gifts that she and Brian had received into the car, while Brian hugged Anita
and Angela, and tried to grab a feel of each of their breasts. She watched him,
and decided that she would not stay married to the loser for very much longer.
She hustled him to the car, and drove off in silence.

Angela called Oliver and made plans to see him later on that day. Shirley, his
future step mother, agreed to drive the boy to the Bonhams home, and Angela
shivered with excitement at the thought of seeing her boyfriend again.

Hr came into the house, bearing gifts for Cathy and Angela. Cecil, Oliver's
blind father also came in, and presented Cathy with a fifth of very expensive
brandy.

"When these kids get to be too much for you, two shots of this stuff, and
you'll never even notice them," he joked.

"Oh, Cecil, really! Oliver is such a sweet boy," Cathy laughed. "Now, Angela!
She's at least a three shot deal."

"Angela, I like that perfume you're wearing," Cecil said, as he hugged the
girl. "What is that? 'Eau de I wish these old geezers would leave us alone'?"

"No, Mr. Collings!" Angela giggled.

She really liked Oliver's dad, and Cecil's fiancee, Shirley, was a very sweet,
loving woman. You'd hardly know that Cecil was blind, unless you paid close
attention. He was a wonderful cook, and a jack of all trades around the modest
home he and Shirley and Oliver shared. If anything broke, Cecil was the one who
could fix it.

"Cathy, we're going to a really boring, unbelievably dull, excruciating,
pretentious dinner at Shirley's firm. They're feeding two hundred of the
homeless. Want to come along and yawn yourself to death with us?" Cecil asked.

"Well, since you make it sound so inviting," Cathy laughed, while Shirley
punched Cecil in the arm.

"No, really, Cathy, we could use the help, if you want to," Shirley asked. "I
mean, if you don't want to, no big deal, but,"

"I'll get my coat," Cathy said.

She waved Angela into her bedroom.

"Now, listen. I'm trusting you and Oliver while we're gone," she hissed. "Don't
you dare get yourself knocked up like your sister, you hear me?"

"Yes, ma'am," Angela whispered back.

"And, don't you two ignore Anita, just because you two have the hots for each
other ," she admonished.

The adults left, and Angela pulled Oliver into her bedroom. Anita had politely
turned off the television while they had company, but as soon as the door
slammed shut, had turned it back on. Oliver looked around the small, feminine
room. He'd never been in there; most of the time that they spent together was
at his house, or in the back seat of Chris' car. Chris Washington was a large
African American Junior at Saints Peter and Paul, who was dating Angela's
friend, Lisa.

"You got a pretty room," Oliver said.

"Yeah?" Angela asked.

She leaned up against him, and kissed him lightly. That's what she loved most
about Oliver. Even though they'd had sex a few times, he didn't assume that he
owned her, didn't ever make the first move, let her take charge of their
relationship. Their kiss slowly built in intensity. She rubbed her body against
his, and was rewarded by the feeling of his cock stirring to erection.

"Want your Christmas present now?" she husked in his ear.

"Oh, yeah," he mumbled, and gingerly squeezed her breasts.

Her ass hole was already pulsing in anticipation. She pushed him down on the
bed, and unzipped his pants. He wiggled out of his clothes while she sucked him
to his full length. She pulled away, and peeled her own clothing off. Oliver
sat up and watched her undress. He was in awe of her; before her, he'd never
had a girlfriend. All of the other girls took one look at his coke bottle
glasses, and big feet and hands perched on such a scrawny body, and dismissed
him as a twit. Then, this beautiful girl came along, and asked him to the
Homecoming dance, and he was in love. He was the luckiest guy he knew. All the
other guys at SPPHS thought that their girlfriends were hot, beautiful, but
Oliver knew that there was no way that their girls could never match the
passion, or beauty of Angela Bonham.

She lay back down on the bed, and he slowly licked his way down her supple
body. He took his glasses off, and knelt between her legs. She gasped and
groaned as he eagerly lapped at her musky cunt, sucking and licking as much of
her fragrant juice as he could. With a shriek and a shudder, she felt her
orgasm wash over her, and she languished in the warm, sticky feelings. Finally,
she could wait no longer, and pushed him away.

"Now, I've got something really special for you," she panted.

"That was something really special," he panted in return.

She grabbed the bottle of baby oil, and greased his fourteen inch meat. He was
a little disappointed; he wanted to feel her hot little pussy stretched around
his dick, or her hot sucking mouth wrapped around the thick head of his cock,
but, a hand job from a beautiful girl was pretty good, too. In fact, it was
more than he'd ever expected possible in his lonely little life.

"Put your glasses back on, I want you to see this," Angela wheezed.

The excitement was really mounting in her. He did as she asked, and she knelt
down in front of him, on her hands and knees. He knelt behind her and pressed
the head of his slick cock to her pussy lips.

"No, no, the other hole," she groaned, and reached up between her legs.

"Are you sure?" he gasped, as he felt her hot little ass hole trembling against
his cock head.

"Yes, fuck my ass," she gasped, a second orgasm fast building. "But, go slow.
Your big dick could split me in half."

She screamed in pain and pleasure, as he slowly slid the head of his dick past
the tiny opening, and he pulled out, frightened.

"Don't stop!" she groaned. "Fuck me, baby!"

He attempted it again, and watched in amazement as one, two, three, four inches
of his dick slowly slid into her unbelievably hot, tight ass. She waved her
hand at him.

"Stop a minute. Let me get used to it," she gasped.

Her ass was on fire. She knew it would be big, tight, but this was huge. Her
ass hole felt like blood was leaking from it, but she knew that was just the
baby oil and pre cum dripping from his dick. The pain subsided, and she wiggled
her ass backward. Oliver groaned in pleasure as seven, eight, nine inches
disappeared into her tiny brown hole. She paused and panted for breath.

"Now!" she screamed, as an orgasm rippled through her.

He shoved the last five inches of his fourteen inch cock into her, and began to
slowly withdraw. Ten inches slid out, and he drove it forward slowly. She
squealed as another orgasm built up inside of her pussy, and she felt his stiff
pubic hairs scrape against her firm ass.

"Fuck me, baby!" she encouraged. "Fuck my ass!"

Anita heard the grunting and groaning over the television, and quietly walked
to the closed bedroom door. She slowly tried the knob, and opened the door
slightly. She watched in fascination as her friend sprawled on the bed while
that goofy looking boy knelt behind her.

"You like fucking my ass?" she heard Angela gasp.

"Oh, God, yes, baby," Oliver groaned, as he built up speed.

"Better than my pussy?" Angela teased.

"Almost," Oliver admitted.

Anita was shocked. She was allowing this boy to use her, in the back side? She
had heard some of the rough men on the ranch make crude comments and jokes
about this, but she did not believe that anyone did such things. Especially
someone as sweet and beautiful as her friend, Angela. She was caught between
revulsion, and excitement as she watched the two lovers build in intensity.

"I'm going to come," Oliver warned.

"Do it, baby, do it!" Angela squealed.

With a guttural scream, Oliver shot his first load deep into Angela's bowels.
She screamed as she felt the hot semen flood into her sore cavity. A second and
third blast slammed into the back walls of her bowels, and she shrieked as yet
another orgasm shook her. Her pussy was dribbling its juices down the inside of
her thighs, and she was exhausted from coming so often. Oliver collapsed on top
of her back, as his balls emptied into the tight, hot hole. Together, they slid
to their stomachs, and lay, heaving and panting. Anita watched in disbelief as
the boy pulled a very large penis from Angela's body, and she felt disgust as
she saw streaks of brown feces cling to its sides.

"Gee, I need to clean this up," Oliver said.

Angela looked at her shit on his dick, and felt slight embarrassment.

"Yeah, that's the only bad thing about ass fucking. Gets pretty messy," she
said. She sat up, and felt his come drip from her stretched, aching ass hole.
She excused herself, and left the bedroom. She saw Anita's figure run down the
hall, and smiled to herself. Anita had been spying on their lewd activities.
She locked herself in the bathroom, and wiped her anus as clean as possible,
then got a wet washcloth for Oliver's shitty dick. She padded back to the room,
still completely naked, and cleaned his dick slowly and lovingly.

"You liked your present?" she asked, and licked his clean cock.

"Oh, yeah," he grunted.

"Want to do it again, sometime?" she asked, and took his flaccid penis fully in
her mouth.

"Oh, yeah," he grunted.

She sucked on his penis, until it began to grow to its full length again. She
stopped, kissed the head of it, and sat up.

"No more," she teased. "I'm too exhausted."

"Me, too," Oliver panted.

"Oh, yeah?" Angela laughed, and patted his stiff meat. "He's not."

"He's never tired of you," Oliver laughed.

They dressed and went into the living room. Oliver handed Angela a small box.
Shirley had helped him shop for a present. She, his father, and Oliver agreed
that a ring, after only a month of dating, was too much, but Shirley helped him
find the perfect emerald earrings. She gasped when she saw the half carat
studs, and kissed him happily. She pulled her small gold earrings out, and
slipped the new ones in.

"They match your eyes," Oliver whispered, and kissed her.

"Oh, Oliver! I love you!" she whispered back.

He admired his gold sweater, and slipped it on over his head. The sleeves were
a little long, but, it was an attractive sweater. Carefully, he examined the
small locket, and squinted at the inscription.

"It says 'My Love'," she told him.

"Am I?" he wondered out loud.

"Very much," she whispered, and kissed him again.

Cecil and Shirley had given her a very nice sweater, and Shirley, noticing that
Angela's tennis shoes were less than perfect, had bought her an expensive pair,
to match the expensive ones that she gave to Oliver. She'd put a note inside
the left shoe.

'Not to be used to run all over Oliver's heart. Merry Christmas and Love,
Shirley.'

"As if I could," Angela laughed, and tried them on.

After some heavy petting, Angela pulled Oliver into her bedroom again, and
swallowed as much of his long, thick cock as she could. She left the door
slightly cracked, so that Anita could peek in. She told Oliver it was in case
the adults came back too soon.

The gag reflex in her throat caused her to stop a few times, but finally she
eased all fourteen inches into her throat. Anita watched, mesmerized, as Angela
bobbed her head back and forth on that boy's unbelievable member. Her hands
cupped and squeezed his large balls, until she felt them contract. She slid her
head off of his dick, and held the head just inside of her lips. Her hands
stroked and pulled at his meat, and he groaned loudly as he shot a thick wad
into her mouth. She purposefully let some dribble out the corner of her mouth,
so Anita could see it, but swallowed all of the rest of his hot spurting come.

"Oliver, I love you so much," she mumbled around his dick head.

"Oh, baby, I love you, too," he moaned.

She licked the dribbles of come from her lips, and kissed him, open mouthed. He
didn't object to tasting his own semen on her lips, and their kiss was deep and
long.

The adults came home a few hours later, laughing and giggling.

"Now, was that boring, or was that boring?" Cecil roared.

"Oh, stop it, Cecil," Shirley shouted. "Who was the one running around in the
Santa suit? You didn't look too bored to me."

"Yeah, well, that was because of all of the secretaries that wanted to sit in
my lap," Cecil said.

"Those kids were so sweet," Cathy said. "It must be rough, not having a home on
Christmas."

The adults admired the tiny locket that Oliver wore around his neck, and Cathy
protested the expense of the earrings that Angela wore.

"Hey, the kid worked every weekend, earning that money," Shirley said. "He
insisted on those earrings, because they match her eyes."

Oliver and Angela hugged and Oliver shook Anita's hand in departure.

Angela and Anita went to bed at twelve that night. Anita whispered in Angela's
ear.

"You let him do it to you, in your bottom?"

"Uh huh," Angela breathed.

"It did not hurt?" Anita asked.

"Oh, God, yes. Hurt so nice," Angela giggled.

"What do you mean?"

"Here, I'll show you," Angela said, and rolled a willing Anita onto her
stomach.

She kneaded and lightly slapped Anita's fleshy globes. She raked her
fingernails lightly over Anita's wrinkled anus, and the small girl shivered. A
loud groan escaped her lips as Angela's tongue grazed her tangy opening. Angela
pushed the girl's face into a pillow, and Anita held the pillow tightly as
Angela's tongue lapped and probed her nether regions. Anita wiggled and
shrieked as Angela pushed a finger into her sloppy ass hole. A few thrusts
later, Angela added a second finger.

"Oh, that is too much," Anita gasped.

"Want me to stop?" Angela asked, uncertain.

"Please, do not," Anita begged.

She came as Angela quickly thrust three fingers in and out of her rectum, the
pillow tightly mashed against her face. They fell asleep in the spoon position,
Anita's buttocks firmly against Angela's belly.

"I like it in the bottom," she murmured to Angela.

The next day, they both made the trek to the Wertmullers' home. Anita was in
awe of the large home, and stared reverently at their large screen television
set.

"Don't turn it on," Angela whispered to Mrs. Wertmuller. "She'll never move
from your house."

Anita and Angela oohed and aahed over the new clothes and stereo equipment that
the twins had gotten for Christmas. Megan looked at Angela's emerald earrings
and asked, "Your mom got you those?"

"No, Oliver did," Angela answered.

Megan scowled.

"Megan, don't start," Angela warned.

Anita squealed as she spotted the large swimming pool in the back yard.

"You can go swimming?" she asked.

"Yeah, if you want to freeze your ass off," Tiffany laughed. "It's thirty
degrees outside."

Megan and Angela disappeared into the large bathroom while Tiffany kept Anita
enthralled with her CD collection. Megan eased Angela against the wall, and
they softly kissed.

"I want to make love to you so bad," Megan whispered.

"Me, too," Angela groaned.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Angela groaned, and slid her fingers into Megan's waistband.

They slid to the floor, and pulled each other's pants down to their knees.
Within seconds, Angela's face was buried in Megan's hot blond twat, while Megan
lapped at Angela's steaming cunt. They came three times before they finally
rolled away from each other, gasping for air.

"You have to tell him," Megan wheezed.

"Tell who?" Angela gasped.

"Oliver. You have to tell him about us," Megan stated.

"Why, Megan?" Angela asked, angry that Megan would spoil the sweet afterglow of
their love.

"Because, Angela, that's one of the things that's driving us apart," Megan
said, a tear beginning to form. "I hate having to hide my feelings for you
whenever he's around. It's hard enough, with our moms, but, I feel like I'm
being ignored, lied to."

Angela thought about it for a moment. She knew Megan was right, but didn't know
how Oliver would react to the news that, although she loved him as much as any
fifteen year old girl could love a fifteen year old boy, she also loved another
fifteen year old girl. She rolled over and looked at Megan's tear stained face.

"I love you, so much," she whispered.

"Me, too," Megan admitted.

"You'll come with me, to tell him?" she asked.

Her heart was in the pit of her stomach. Megan crawled over to her, and kissed
her on the lips, softly.

"You'll really tell him? About you and me?" she asked.

"Yeah," Angela said.

Oliver was thrilled when Angela called. He'd wandered around the house, the
image of his dick sliding in and out of her tight hot ass dancing in his head.
He didn't know if she'd want to do that again, but, he hoped she would. They
made plans to meet at his house the next day. Shirley would be at her office,
and his dad had a meeting at a client's office, so they'd have the house to
themselves.

He was very disappointed when that blond bitch, Megan, came with Angela, but,
knowing that Megan was Angela's best friend, he hid his disappointment. They
sat on the couch, and Angela took his hand in hers.

"I have something to tell you, Oliver, and I don't know how you're going to
take it," she began.

Oh, God! This was it, the dreaded break up. He'd known all along that this was
going to happen, that this beautiful girl would find someone else better than
him, and would waltz out of his life.

"You're breaking up with me?" he croaked.

"What? Oh, no, baby!" Angela exclaimed, and squeezed his hand tighter.

A second, more horrifying thought came to him.

"You're pregnant?" he whispered.

"No, Oliver. I told you, I'm on the pill. No, shut up and listen," Angela
huffed.

Megan nudged her.

"Want me to tell him?" she asked.

"No, Megan, I'm going to do it." Angela snapped.

"Well, then, what is it?" Oliver asked, truly concerned.

"Oliver, you know how you and I met, and we went to the Homecoming Dance
together, and all of that?" Angela said.

"Yeah," he nodded his head.

"Well, when we met, I was already in love with somebody else," Angela went on.

"And? You used me to make him jealous or something?" he asked.

"Would you please shut up and listen?" she asked, and lightly kissed him on the
lips. "God, really!" Megan exclaimed.

"No, I didn't use you, Oliver. I really liked you, and I really love you now,
but I'm still in love with the other person, too," Angela continued, a deep
blush forming on her neck and face.

Oliver blinked his eyes behind the thick glasses. His mouth opened and closed,
but no words would come out.

"And, I don't want to have to choose between you two, I want to love both of
you, equally," she went on.

Oliver snatched his hand from hers and stood up.

"Who is he?" he demanded.

"He's not a 'he'," Angela mumbled, and looked at the floor.

"What?" Oliver asked, not fully comprehending what she'd said..

"It's me," Megan stated, and looked at him.

Angela looked up at Oliver, through the tears that clouded her vision. His arms
were flapping up and down, and his mouth was opening and closing rapidly. Those
beautiful gold eyes were glazed over; she couldn't read them.

"It's me," Megan repeated.

Angela nodded her head yes.

"It's true, Oliver. Me and Megan have been lovers for almost a whole year now,
and when you came along," Angela sputtered.

Oliver sat down on the floor and stared at the two girls on the couch. Angela
had silent tears running down her face, and Megan, instead of the defiant look
she had planned to adopt when she rehearsed this moment in her mind, looked
with concern at the boy. She felt a lurch in the pit of her stomach as she
realized what a blow this must be for him; the same as it had been for her when
her lover took up with him. He reached his hand forward, and wiped a tear from
Angela's face.

"But, you still love me too, right?" he asked.

In answer, she threw her arms around him and held him tightly. He kissed the
tears from her face, and they kissed, open mouthed. Megan, rather than giving
in to the jealousy that welled up in her, leaned forward, and nuzzled the nape
of Angela's neck. She kissed her way along the side of Angela's face, until her
lips rested on Oliver's cheek. She licked her tongue down his cheek, back to
Angela's face.

"Oh!" Angela moaned, and pulled her face from Oliver's kiss.

She and Megan kissed passionately, then she and Oliver kissed, and then she and
Megan kissed again.

"Thank you for understanding," she murmured into Oliver's neck.

"Baby, I love you, so much," he whispered back. "I'm glad we don't have any
secrets between us, anymore."

Megan amused herself, mostly by masturbating herself, while Oliver and Angela
went into his bedroom. Oliver was hopeful that Angela would let him ass fuck
her again, but she begged off, saying her ass hole still hurt from last time.
Her tight hot pussy was just as good, though, and Oliver was deeply satisfied
as his juice flooded into her tight cunt.

They kissed at the door, and Megan even hugged him in departure.

"I hate to admit it, but I like him a lot more, now," Megan said, as they
walked the two miles back to Angela's house.

"I hope you get to love him a lot more," Angela said, and hugged her friend
tightly.

"Did he come in you?" Megan asked, as they ran, laughing and giggling.

"Buckets," Angela whooped.

They returned to the house, and Anita was sleeping on the couch, the television
blaring. They didn't wake her; just ran to the bedroom and locked the door.
Angela dropped her jeans and panties to the floor and spread her swollen lips
apart. Some of Oliver's sticky semen drooled out, and Megan gingerly tasted it.

"No, get deep," Angela panted.

Angela lay on the bed, legs dangling over the edge, while Megan lapped and
sucked all of Oliver's juice from her pussy.

"You are such a slut," Megan giggled.

"And what are you? A virgin?" Angela giggled back.

The telephone rang, and Angela ran to answer it. It was her mother.

"Angela? Do you know a girl named Erin Couville?" her mother asked.

"Yeah, she's a girl that lives in the dorm with me. Why?" Angela said.

"Well, Sister Theresa just called. Seems Erin's mother shipped her right back
to school, the day after Christmas! Can you imagine?" Angela's mother crackled
over the phone.

"Really?" Angela asked, not sure what this had to do with her.

"Well, none of the nuns are there, just Sister Theresa, and she wants to go see
her mother in New Orleans, so she asked if we would mind taking in a second
visitor," Cathy continued.

"Oh, God! Not that stuck up little bitch, Erin!" Angela thought.

"And, since Anise's old room is empty," Cathy Bonham continued.

"We gave them the bed, mom," Angela reminded her.

"Oh, shit! That's right! Oh, well, someone's going to have to sleep on the
couch, I guess," Cathy sighed. "You girls see what you can figure out, I'll be
picking her up after work."

Erin sat in her room, tears rolling down her face. Her mother hardly looked at
her the whole weekend, and then decided she was going skiing with that ass hole
she was dating. She could go skiing any time she wanted, but she chose him over
her own daughter. She wiped her eyes when a firm knock came at the door.

"Come in," she sniffled.

Sister Theresa opened the door. Behind Sister Theresa, a pretty woman in her
early forties stood and smiled. She noticed the tears on the honey blond girl's
small face, and the smile faded. She walked right up to Erin, and dabbed her
face.

"Oh, you poor dear!" she cooed.

"Erin, this is Mrs. Bonham, Angela's mother," Sister Theresa said. "You'll be
staying with her and Angela for the rest of the holiday."

"Great!" Erin thought, bitterly.

Not only did her mom not want her, but Sister Theresa didn't want her, either.
And, she was terrified of the tough, mean Angela. Her mom seemed real nice,
though, with her gentle touches.

"Like I told you on the phone, Sister Theresa," the woman was saying. "This
Christmas, I went and fed some homeless people, and I couldn't help but think
how terrible it must be, to not have a home for the holidays."

The woman didn't let go of the small girl's hand, as she led her down the
hallway and out to her car. Erin was shocked when Sister Theresa took her and
enfolded her in a warm embrace.

"God be with you, child," the nun said, tenderly. "And, please, don't be angry.
This may all be for the best."

"She's never hugged me before," Erin gasped to Mrs. Bonham as they drove off.
"I mean, I've never seen her hug no one!"

"Maybe you never needed a hug before," Cathy said.

Angela and Anita regarded the slightly befuddled girl with antagonism, but
Angela's heart, as well as Anita's, softened as the girl seemed so unhappy.

"So, who gets the couch?" Cathy asked. "No one," Angela stated. "My bed's big
enough for all three of us."

She and Anita had decided that the miserable little bitch was sleeping on the
couch, but one look at that pitiful little face, and Angela knew, more than a
bed, the girl needed a friend.

They trouped into Angela's room, and played quietly at a few board games, until
Cathy announced dinner. The three girls laughed and giggled until Cathy yelled
that it was high time that they clam up and eat. After dinner, they took turns
showering, and getting ready for bed.

"Okay, how are we going to do this?" Erin asked.

"You get in first, and me and Anita get in after you," Angela stated.

"No funny stuff," Erin warned.

"Yeah, right, like I want to eat you," Angela huffed.

Erin climbed into the bed, Angela slid in after her, and Anita curled up into
Angela's arms. Erin was jostled awake by Anita's flailing hand, as Angela's
tongue jabbed her hot pussy. She looked at the ecstatic Brazilian, and felt a
wave of jealousy. Anita's eyes focused, and she saw Erin's brown eyes looking
at her. She leaned over and pressed her full red lips to Erin's. Erin pulled
away, but Anita grasped her by her waist, and pulled her tightly to her. Her
small hands pressed Erin's barely developed breasts, and Erin moaned in
pleasure. Anita kissed her again, and this time, Erin kissed her back. She felt
Anita scream into her mouth, as Angela bit gently on her swollen clit.

"Oh! I am coming!" she rasped into Erin's ear.

Erin felt small hands at her nearly hairless pussy, and she opened her legs.
The hands probed her inner lips, and tugged them gently.

"You want to come?" Anita whispered.

Erin kissed her again, and Angela crawled out from under the sheets, gasping
for air. Anita pushed Erin's nightshirt up, and suckled on Erin's breasts. Erin
groaned, loudly, and Angela leaned over.

"Shut up, or you'll wake up my mom," she hissed.

Erin barely heard her. She'd made love with another girl before, but that was
at the hands of the cruel clique. This time was different. This time, she
hungered for a gentle touch, a soothing hand. Anita slid down, sucking at
Erin's little belly button, then softly nibbling Erin's swollen pussy lips. She
squirmed as the tongue lapped at her anus, and a gentle finger was inserted
into her rectum. She stifled a scream, as the mouth tugged at her inner lips,
then pulled at her clit. Within a moment, she was shaking in orgasm.

Anita wiggled out from under the covers, and kissed her neck.

"It was good?" she whispered.

"Uh huh," Erin nodded.

"Good," she murmured, and snuggled up against her.

The three girls fell asleep, Erin and Anita together, and Angela with visions
of Megan, Oliver, Oliver, Megan dancing in her tired mind.

The rest of the holidays were soon over, with Angela spending her time equally
divided between Megan and Oliver. To Oliver's joy, she let him plunge his meat
up her ass once more before the holidays ended, and to Megan's delight, she
spent the night one night, and they made love until daylight crept in the
window. They slept almost all day, until Mrs. Wertmuller finally woke them for
a late lunch.

"I swear, you two girls must have stayed up all night, talking and cutting up,
if you're both this tired," she smiled sweetly, happy to see her shy twin
daughter finally happy again.

Anita and Erin found that they were sisters of the couch, preferring to watch
endless hours of television to anything else. They stayed indoors, and watched
soap operas, game shows, and insipid re-runs until their eyes burned from lack
of blinking. Angela slept on the edge of her bed, while the two girls kissed
and talked and giggled throughout the night.

On the morning they were to return to school, Angela's mother hugged her, and
said, "You know, maybe after this semester's over, we'll just have to keep you
at home. I miss you too much when you're gone."

She happily hugged the shy Erin and Anita, and loaded the car with their gear.
She waved away their thanks, and drove them to school. Sister Theresa thanked
her profusely, which she also waved away.

"We have plenty of room at our home, Sister Theresa," she cheerfully said.

The girls all buzzed with the excitement of the past holidays, and Angela and
Megan held hands as often as possible, to the point that Mags chided them at
lunch.

"God, why don't you just fuck each other on the table?" she groused.

"I wish!" they both chimed, and burst into laughter.

Anita came to Angela after final bell.

"Angela, may I ask you something?" she whispered.

"Sure," Angela smiled.

The little dark skinned girl looked unsure, worried.

"What is it, Anita?" she asked.

"Angela, is it all right with you if I love someone else?" the girl whispered.

Angela was slightly relieved. With Megan and Oliver, she already had enough to
contend with. She had been worried that she might be leading the shy Anita on.

"Yeah, I guess so. Who?" Angela said.

Anita pointed to the pretty little Erin, who shyly pretended to be kicking at
rocks on the gravel driveway. Angela smiled, and walked over to Erin, who
backed away from her.

"Her name is Erin Ah,
She work on a ranch Ah!
She get five pesos a day.
She go to Anita,
Who eat Ah her meat Ah!
And take her five pesos away. Ole!"

She laughed, and walked to the dormitory building. Anita and Erin held hands
and followed her.

"I have some very nice soap," Anita whispered to Erin. "You want to take a
shower?"

THE END.

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