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BI High: Book 2 - Hints and Allegations
By High School Sweetheart

BI High: Book 2 is copyrighted by Rebecca Stancil 2007 and may not be
reposted without permission. h.s.sweetheart@gmail.com
See Chapter One for story codes and synopsis. For best results read
this story in sequence.



Chapter Eleven


"Hey..." I caught up with Chris as he was walking into the cafeteria.

"Hi, there you are! I was looking all over..."

"Let's skip lunch." I said softly and don't ask me why.

"What? Why?" Chris wondered, but I didn't have a good answer then, or
now. 

Chris probably figured it was the thing with Angie, which had gotten
around the school fast because it was sort of funny and most people
thought Angie ought to get a little vinegar thrown on her anyway. I
wasn't avoiding anyone though, at least not because of that. 

"Come on, hurry up..." I'd made up my mind, pretty much in the instant
between not seeing and then seeing him. In that split nanosecond
between photons reflecting from his cute face, something clicked
inside me.

"Where are we going?" Chris was letting me pull him by the hand and we
were going to the gym, but I wasn't telling him that.

"Shhhh...This way, we have to be sneaky."

Maybe it was because I was the Homecoming Queen and I felt
bulletproof, so to speak. Like I was invulnerable, like Super Girl,
you know? I could do anything on that day and nothing could hurt me. I
felt like I was ten feet tall and walking on air.

Or maybe it was because I'd had everyone and their cousin telling me
all morning what a good girl I was. What a sweet girl, so innocent and
nice and deserving. I was a model for all girls everywhere, or so it
seemed to some of those people, teachers and students. I knew I wasn't
and so did anyone else with a bit of common sense. Nobody is perfect,
certainly not me, so maybe I just wanted to prove it, even if it was
only to myself. 

I didn't want to be that super good girl all the time.

"In here..." I looked around and the hallway was deserted. 

Everyone was either in class, or at lunch. Nobody was around and we
were sneaking into the storage room, back stage in the gym. It was big
and dark and full of props mostly, and stuff for plays and folding
chairs, and mats. There was a big huge pile of thin rubber mats, blue
and covered with vinyl. The gym classes used them sometimes, like for
rope climbing and stuff. We used them for tumbling too, so we wouldn't
bust our heads on the hard floor, you know.

"Steph..." Chris laughed, but softly.

"Come on...Lock the door." 

The door was never looked during school hours because one of the
emergency exits was back there, but it could be locked from the inside
and Chris did it. The doors leading to the stage were closed and they
were always locked, but I was double checking, cause I was scared half
out of my mind, but so excited I thought I'd have a heart attack! I
even checked the emergency door, not pushing it open, cause that would
sound an alarm, but just pulling it gently to make sure it was shut
tight.

"What are we doing?" Chris asked and it was pretty dark in there, the
one light I'd turned on was near the back and left most everything in
shadows.

"I'll show you..." I grinned and pulled one of the mats off the pile,
then another one, just cause they were pretty thin.

"You want to wrestle?" Chris laughed and shook his head.

"Oh yeah!" I stuck out my tongue and plopped down on our makeshift
bed. "Come here..."

"Oh man, you're crazy." Chris stared at me. "What if we get caught?"

"We won't, come on. We have to hurry." Our lunch was only about forty
minutes long.

"What if we do, Steph, you don't want to do this..."

"Yeah, I do." I bit my bottom lip and I was trembling inside, I was so
wanting it.

"You're the Homecoming Queen, if we get busted..." Chris was shaking his
head but he was coming closer, sitting down finally next to me and I
had my arms open for him.

"I need you, Chris." I whispered and I pulled him back to lie down
with me. "I need you so bad right now, okay?"

"Okay, Steph." He stopped trying to talk me out of it and rolled over
a bit so we were on our sides facing each other.

He wanted me too, we both knew that, but Chris had been doing his
boyfriendly duty and trying to watch out for me. I appreciated that
too, a lot more than I ever told him. Enough was enough though and he
wasn't ever going to say no long enough to talk me out of what I
really wanted right then and he knew it.

I kissed him, or maybe he kissed me, it's always so hard to tell with
Chris. He always feels like he's giving, you know? Even when he's the
one doing the taking, doing the kissing, I'd swear it was all me. I
loved that about him, the way he'd give and give and never make you
feel bad about it.

"I've never done this." I giggled a moment later, licking my lips. "I
feel like a virgin."

"I always feel like that when I'm with you." Chris smiled and it was
shy, God! I had no idea how he could be shy with me, but he was.

"You do?" I moved my hand down between us, to feel his semi-hard cock
through the soft material of his pants.

"Oh yeah." He nodded and he was rubbing my back nice and looking into
my eyes.

"Have you ever been in a parade before?" I asked him, thinking that
was probably a first for him too.

"Uh, no....Do I have to be on the float?"

"Of course." I kissed him softly. "You and Mark will be right there.
You have to wear a tuxedo, I think."

"A tuxedo?" Chris looked surprised.

"Well, yeah." I nodded. "And at the homecoming dance, we have to get
pictures taken for the yearbook and stuff, the newspaper probably." 

I giggled and his cock was growing harder so I started unzipping him.
This was one of my fantasies; I mean a very real one, having sex at
school. It sounds dumb probably, not even very wild, as I'm sure a lot
of girls have done it. But I never did and for me this was really
insane. It made my pussy crumble like a soft moist, dipped in cream
for too long cookie. I was falling apart inside and it took all my
concentration to move as slow as we were. I wanted to rape him.

"Oh, jeeze." Chris made a little face.

"What? It'll be nice." I kissed him again and my hand was going inside
his trousers.

"What if I screw it up or something?" He said. "I don't want to ruin
it for you. Mark should be your date, not..."

"Shush." I frowned and then gave his cock a squeeze. "Boxers today?"

"I, uh...Mark left a pair at my house."

"What?" I gasped and I must have looked pretty funny because Chris
giggled.

"Well, yeah, he comes over sometimes, you know."

"I know, I just didn't...In your room?"

"Well, yeah." Chris grinned. "My parents think we're surfing the net
for porn or something."

"Really?" I laughed at that. 

Chris had a computer in his room and he said he'd used to use it a
lot, for chatting and surfing or whatever, but not since he'd met me
and Mark. We didn't have a lot of time for internet and I seriously
didn't see the attraction for porn, at least some of the pictures that
I'd seen by accident sometimes when I was doing homework. Some of
those were just nasty! I was reasonably sure a boy had invented porn,
probably the internet too, just so he could get more porn easier.

I was freeing Chrissy's cock and he was fully hard now, his perfect
sized cock, like I dunno, six inches, or close to seven maybe, and
curved just a bit like a banana. I loved his cock. I loved the way it
looked, the smell, the taste, the way it felt in my hand, or most
especially in my pussy. Everything about it was nice.

"You know how their brains work." Chris sighed, but he was smiling.
"It's just hard keeping my mom away from Mark."

"I don't want to hear it." I giggled, but inside I knew he wasn't
lying and it made me a little miffed.

"Sorry."

"So Mark fucks you in your own bed?" I stroked Chrissy's cock slowly,
rubbing my thumb around the smooth head as it was already leaking
clear precum.

"Well, sometimes." Chris sighed happily and moved his hips. "Mostly on
the floor. My bed squeaks a lot."

I giggled at that and kissed Chris hard on the mouth, jerking my
boyfriend off while we made out for a few minutes. He was squeezing my
tits through my top and my bra underneath, a small smooth sports bra
that I just wore to make my dad happy. It hid my nipples just fine,
but happily it was thin enough that Chris could still find them and my
motor was seriously running, as Mark would have said.

I knew Mark went over to Chris' house once in awhile, or more often
Chris went to Mark's house. Usually after they dropped me off at home,
as we went out after dinner sometimes, just for a few hours usually.
We used to do it every night almost, but now that school was really
serious I had to do homework, and be the good girl and Mark and Chris
were responsible boyfriends, you know, all that stuff. Mostly all we
really had were the weekends, and my rides to and from school.

Chris and Mark though had it a lot better. Mark was almost eighteen
and his parents had always given him a lot of slack anyway, because he
was pretty mature. He could pretty much stay out til around midnight
every night if he wanted, so long as he could get up in the morning
for chores, get good grades in school, and quarterback the football
team...He was usually home a lot earlier than midnight, believe me. But
he had the choice, which was seriously cool.

Chris, on the other hand, his parents were from another planet. He was
sixteen, like me, and they really didn't care what time he came home.
Or if they did, I never heard about it. Chris did tell me that he'd
get a beating from his dad if he screwed up though, like crashed the
car, got busted for something, went out drinking or whatever. So as
long as he stayed out of trouble, he could come and go as he liked,
which was just alien to me. I didn't know if I'd want parents like
that or not, I mean it was kinda nice being worried about, you know?

"These mats aren't gonna squeak at all." I smiled and wiggled my
eyebrows.

"Are you sure about this?" Chris asked one last time, because he
didn't care about himself so much as he did me. 

This was uncharted territory, fucking my boyfriend at school, and I
wasn't sure about anything. I sort of blame it on wanting to be a bad
girl, you know, get tougher after my incident with Angie. Not that
anyone was ever gonna find out about this, but you know, I'd know what
I'd done and maybe it would come out in my attitude. Or something.

"Oh yeah." I giggled and I let go of his cock after one more good
squeeze, so I could pull off my shorts and then my small blue thong,
taking them all the way off and holding them up with a smile.

"If you say so." Chris sighed happily and he was gonna fuck me nice.


end of 11

Chapter Twelve


"Oh wait..."

"What?" Chris froze as he was about to get on top of me, missionary
style.

I giggled and made a little face as I concentrated on getting the sort
of scrunched up, rolled up, twisted up, wad of soggy spermy toilet
paper out of my pussy. It was my fourth one, my improvised semen
soaker-upper thingy and I kind of wrinkled my nose at it before
tossing it over my head towards the shadows. We could hear it land
with sort of a wet smuush sound.

"Sorry." I shrugged.

"I don't want to know." Chris laughed and he was shaking his head.

"Mark." I smiled. "He's persistent."

"Oh, very punny...Can we make love now?" Chris wondered. "Or is there
anything else in there..."

"No..." I sighed and tugged at him, pulling my boyfriend on top of me.
"Make love to me now."

That's what we called it, Chris and me, making love. Mark fucked me,
and he fucked Chris too, but for my blonde boyfriend and me, it was
making love.

"I can't believe it...Ummmm...." Chris smiled as he braced himself on his
left arm and pushed his cock inside me with his right hand.

"Ohhh...Yessss..." I hissed and it felt electric, my hot wet pussy being
split open for the second time that day. "Believe what?"

"That I'm having sex with the Homecoming Queen." He chuckled.

"Just don't go bragging to your friends about it." I giggled and I
lifted my legs, locking my ankles around Chrissy's waist. 

"Me?" Chris shook his head. "I just want to see Mark's reaction when
he finds out."

"Heh...Push now...Do it...." I smiled up at him and wriggled my butt a
little because we weren't moving at all.

"Kay...I love you..."

"I am so in love with you." I breathed and moved my hand up to his
long soft hair, pulling him down so we could make out while we made
love.

I felt like I was crashing into a big brick wall, except the bricks
were made out of honey. Soft and sweet and sticky. I was really doing
it, fucking my boyfriend at school. There were over four hundred kids
in the building, dozens of teachers, and we were just on the other
side of the door, kissing deep and moaning softly into each other's
mouths, and moving our bodies together. Chrissy's cock was all the way
inside me. That's the way we liked to do it.

Mark fucked me in and out, long hard thrusts back and forth and that
was good. Chris and me, we did it another way, our own special way.
He'd get his cock as far inside me as he could and then we'd kiss and
just grind, a little in and out, but a whole lot more of just moving
our hips and asses and working that wonderful penis around inside me
like he was stirring something good for dinner. Girl pudding, extra
creamy and with a little tangy seasoning for zest, which was a thought
I didn't want in the middle of making love because it made me giggle.

"What?" Chris smiled and he was breathing hard, like me.

"Mmmm..." I was lifting my ass and rolling my hips. "...I just love the
way you fuck me."

"I thought maybe I'd found someplace ticklish in there." He stuck out
his tongue and I lifted my head real quick so I could suck it.

That was another thing we both liked, Mark too, but not as much. I
loved sucking Chrissy's tongue. It was long and soft, not too thick
either, just amazingly long and probably that's why he was so good at
eating my pussy. Chris did that a lot. He loved to go down on me and
he loved going down on Mark too, which was sweet. He was seriously
into oral and Chris would lick me before, during, and after sex. He
didn't mind it if I was all messy, not one bit, in fact I think he
liked it even better that way.

I hadn't really liked the taste of sperm that much, at least not at
first. Or most likely it was the texture I didn't care for, but I'd
gotten used to it and now it didn't bother me. Chris liked it though,
I mean he really did, and that had made me like it even more too.
After we made love, usually if we had time, Chris would pull out of me
after he came and just cook me with his mouth. There's no other word
for it. He'd go down on me before I could even think about asking him
to, and that was heaven. Sometimes I thought fucking was heaven, but
in reality, having my pussy licked after being fucked was just the
absolute end. God! I loved that so much.

Mark would do it, well, he'd done it once and it was okay, but not the
same as with Chris. Weird how that works, but everybody has stuff
they're good at, and stuff they really like to do, and for Mark that
was fucking. He loved to fuck my pussy and Chrissy's ass. He liked
getting head too, obviously, but only to get him ready to fuck. He
didn't mind cumming in my mouth, or in Chris', and when he did he
always liked watching us kiss and share it, we all loved that a lot,
but for Mark it was all about sinking that huge cock of his inside one
of us.

"How come you never fuck Mark?" I asked Chris after a few more minutes
of kissing.

"I don't know." Chris licked his lips. "I guess, um...I dunno."

"I want to see it, just once." I tightened my legs around Chris,
pulling him hard against me.

"He makes me feel..." Chris cleared his throat softly.

"What?" I looked into his eyes, dark in the weak light.

"Do you think I'm, uh...Girly?" Chris reddened even more than he already
was.

"What? No, of course not." I shook my head.

"Okay." He nodded.

"Did Mark say something? Does he treat you like a girl?" I knew Mark
didn't, at least not on purpose, but maybe Chris felt that way.
Something was bothering him, I thought.

"No, he treats me like..." Chris laughed and shrugged and pushed his
cock hard inside me, rotating his hips so it felt good.

"Mmmmm..." I sighed.

"...Like a boyfriend, like we're both boys." Chris continued.

"Good." I smiled. "Cause you both are."

"But he makes me feel, I don't know, when we kiss and when we have
sex, you know." Chris explained slowly. "I just feel like he's bigger,
or...I don't know."

"He makes you feel safe, doesn't he." I gave Chris a kiss. "He
protects you, when he's holding you, right? Is that what you mean?"

"Yeah, exactly and I wonder if, well, I know it doesn't feel like that
with me."

"You're two different people." I pulled him close, I wanted his face
next to mine. "You're two different boys. You make me feel safe too, I
promise."

"But not the same way." Chrissy's chin was on my shoulder, his mouth
close to my ear.

"You're the one that makes me feel safe inside." I whispered.

I stroked Chris' hair and my pussy was squeezing him because whenever
we talked during sex it was always so serious and it turned me on. I
don't know why, or how, but it did. I wasn't lying either, Mark made
me feel safe physically, and I needed him emotionally, I loved him.
But Chris, he was as big inside as Mark was outside. He wasn't girly
either he was just insecure and still learning. It wasn't being girly
to have those doubts, it was just part of growing.

"You asked why I never did it with him though..."

"Liking the way Mark loves you doesn't make you less of a man." I told
Chris. "And you don't have to do anything to prove it. I was just
curious, that's all."

"I do like the way we do it, I mean Mark and me." Chris sighed and he
was fucking me now, thrusting in and out because we were both going to
cum finally.

"That's all that matters then." I kissed his ear, and then licked and
then bit it gently because I was cumming all of a sudden, like it
snuck up on me.

Cumming around Chris' cock is pretty awesome because my muscles, all
those little ones inside my pussy, they can really clamp down hard and
it always brings Chris off. I was writhing like crazy too, I mean we
had the room so I was all over the place and just clutching the boy
against me. Chris was kissing my face and his chest was against my
tits and he was driving his cock inside me pussy hard, like trying to
nail me down to the floor and it was so good.

"D-Don't cum...yet..." I breathed and I knew he was close.

"Why...What?" Chris blinked at me as I tried to focus.

"It'll be a..." I swallowed thickly. "...mess....Cum in my mouth..."

"Okay...Hmmm..." Chris grinned weakly. "Let me up..."

"Oh..." I giggled and tried to catch my breath and reluctantly unwrapped
my arms and legs from around him.

This was my solution to the mess problem, sort of. Chris moved,
holding his wet shiny cock, which was dark and red with the need to
cum, and he sort of kneeled there while I scrambled to get my mouth on
it. He was going to explode and I got my lips around the swollen head,
tasting my orgasm strong, really tangy and sort of like the ocean, or
something, salty and...Whatever. I tasted good and I didn't mind licking
my own cum from his cock, that was for sure. 

I slid my lips down and Chris put his hands on my head, arching his
back and thrusting up and it was just right. I made like I was taking
a big drink of water and Chrissy's cock slid right into my throat, and
it wasn't even really uncomfortable the way it is sometimes, probably
cause I was still cumming, sort of. His cock slid all the way inside
and then he groaned, holding my head tight and hunching over me, my
nose inside his open trousers, because we were still dressed, and
Chris' pubic hair tickled me, but I wasn't gonna sneeze.

I had a good six inches of cock buried in my face and he was cumming
hard, his balls pumping semen straight down my open throat and into my
tummy. I couldn't even taste him, just my own juices because his cock
was covered with my girl cum. I held my breath and squeezed his thighs
and kept his cock there as long as I could, before pulling away all
red face and gasping cool air into my aching lungs. Then I could taste
his rich creamy sperm. His cock left a trail of it over my tongue and
it was still leaking out of him, Chrissy's cum dripping onto the mat
as his cock bobbed slowly up and down just in front of my face.

"Oh, God that was good, Steph." Chris was smiling and stroking my hair
and I grinned at him, licking my lips.

"Let me clean it." I said.

I spent a few minutes cleaning him up good, licking and kissing his
clock, gathering every bit of our juices that I could and swallowing
it down eagerly while my boyfriend watched. When I finished Chris
pulled me close so he could kiss me deep, his tongue in my mouth
tasting the both of us there and sharing it with me. His cock was
still hard too. Mark usually went soft, but Chris usually stayed hard,
at least after the first orgasm. After his second he flagged a little,
but that was normal anyway. The fact that he could cum and stay hard
as a rock the first time, that was always cool and we teased Mark with
it all the time.

The bell was ringing while we kissed, which about gave us both a heart
attack and then we laughed and moved quickly to get ourselves
straightened out. I was still pretty messy and I needed a bathroom
bad. I was sure that I stank of our sex and I probably had some
serious spermy breath too, but at least I was prepared for that.

"Want some gum?" I grinned at Chris as he tucked his cock away, sort
of grimacing as it was still pretty stiff.

"Heh." He just shook his head at me and I think Chris was just a
little amazed that he'd just fucked the Homecoming Queen in the middle
of school.

I know I was.


end of 12

Chapter Thirteen


"Did Chris tell you what we did today?" I was walking between my two
boyfriends, towards the locker rooms after last class.

"Yeeeeah..." Mark chuckled and gave me a look. "...I didn't know you were
that kind of girl."

"Must be a Homecoming Queen thing." Chris said.

"Yeah," I giggled, "that's exactly what it is."

"I heard about the thing with Angie too." Mark gave my hip a bump with
his. "What's up with that?"

"The vinegar thing?" Chris laughed.

"What?" I acted all innocent. "I spilled some vinegar on her, it
wasn't a big deal."

"I heard you threw it on her." Chris offered and he was carrying my
book bag.

"Who'd you hear that from?" I asked him.

"From Angie." Chris grinned at me and Mark laughed.

Chris knew her pretty good, which made me frown, cause it turned out
their dads had been best friends in high school, which totally
figured. They were both bullies, but the Sheriff was the worst.

"Well, there you go." I shrugged. "I didn't do anything."

"Yeah, yeah..." Mark knew better. "What did she say to deserve that?"

"Nothing, she was just being herself, you know." I didn't really want
to talk about Angie Stover and Mark knew I'd tell them about it when I
was ready.

"Well, you're not being yourself." Mark laughed. "That's for sure."

"Maybe it's the new me." I stuck out my tongue and Chris was giving me
my bag, since we were at the locker rooms.

"Oh yeah?" Mark kissed me then, before I really realized he was doing
it, a good one too right in the middle of the hallway.

"Get a room...Hey Stephanie..." Two guys, other football players had been
a dozen feet behind us and they pushed past, heading into the locker
room.

"Ohhh..." I sort of gasped when Mark let me go.

"My turn." Chris pulled me to his chest and kissed me just as deeply,
but softer, more tenderly the way he does.

"Hi Chris...Having fun?" Stacy Martin and Linda Lyons, Stacy's best
friend, were walking past us towards the girls' locker room, giggling.

"Ummm..." I licked my lips when Chris was done with me and I was
blushing and feeling a little dizzy, actually. "We shouldn't um..."

"What, the new you doesn't make out in the halls?" Mark laughed.

"I think she does." Chris nodded and my two boyfriends were having a
good time.

"Don't worry, nobody's around." Mark said softly. "See you after
practice, okay?" 

"Meet you outside, Steph." Chris smiled at me and I just nodded as
they pushed open the door and went into the locker room.

"Yeah..." I breathed, mostly to myself. "...The new me definitely makes
out in the halls."

That was almost funny, except I was feeling pretty good. It was just a
kiss, a couple of kisses, but we never kissed at school. I'd kissed
Chrissy once, like a month before just to show off when we'd first
started dating, but since then...Maybe Angie was right, I mean in
general. Why waste time? I wasn't going to be in high school forever
and it was so much fun, but then I was walking towards the girls'
locker room and thinking about how being the good girl at school
really did make everything else easier. 

I was a little confused, to say the least.

There wasn't much to the girls' locker room. I don't know what the
boys' was like, but the girls' was just a big rectangle, basically,
with lockers around three of the walls and long wooden benches in the
middle. There were three other doors in there, all on the wall to the
right, one for the bathroom, one for the showers, and one for a
closet, and that was it. 

Coach Hayden's office was just down the hall, across from Coach
Potter's. He was the football coach and boys' gym teacher. Everyone
called him Harry, behind his back, but the best part about that was
that his first name really was Harry. He didn't look anything like the
kid in the movies though and everyone called him Coach to his face. He
was big and strong and looked like he ought to be a professional
wrestler.

"There she is." I heard Brittany's voice and I knew I was in trouble
as soon as I walked into the locker room.

"Well, congratulations, Stephanie." Kelly said, rather sarcastically.

"Little back stabber." Brittany was definitely pissed and I'd been
lucky all day long, avoiding the both of them, but I couldn't do it
anymore.

About half the cheerleaders were in there, maybe a dozen girls, mostly
Kelly and Brittany's friends. The others would already be outside
waiting for practice to start. We were all dressed already, since it
was Homecoming week and we all wore our cheerleading outfits everyday.
I'd just come down to put my bag in my locker, but I thought maybe I
should have just gone straight to the field.

Linda squeezed past me, being altogether too nice and probably too
frightened to stay down there. She was a junior and tall and blonde,
with blue eyes and kind of a boyish body. Small boobs and narrow hips,
but really long legs. She was about as tall as I was and Mark and I
had thought about asking her out, but she was pretty serious with her
boyfriend, a senior named Ricky Quail.

"Why do you get to be the Homecoming Queen?" Brittany stared at me.
"You aren't even supposed to run for it."

"I didn't run for it." I shrugged and walked slowly towards my locker.

"Then how'd you get elected?" Kelly was staring at me too.

"You probably didn't even vote for me like you promised, huh?"
Brittany spat the words. 

"She said she gonna vote for me." Kelly said.

"What a fucking liar." Sylvia, one of Kelly's friends, shook her head.
She'd never liked me for some reason.

"You both made me promise, what was I supposed to do?" I frowned and I
had to get close to them, since my locker was right behind Brittany.

"You didn't have to lie, bitch!" Brittany gave me a little push.

"Didn't have to vote for yourself either." Kelly stepped closer, so
the two girls kind of cornered me against the lockers.

"You guys should kick her ass." Stacy said and I knew she was saying
that because Chris was my boyfriend. 

She probably wanted to beat me up herself. Stacy only said it cause
Chris wasn't around, otherwise she'd have pretended to be nice to me.
I was getting kind of pissed, as anyone would, and I could feel that
adrenaline rush, the old fight or flight thing, you know. I didn't
think that being the Homecoming Queen was worth fighting over, but
obviously Kelly and Brittany were of a different opinion.

"We should, yeah..." Brittany shoved me again, harder this time.

"You'd look pretty stupid on that float with two black eyes." Kelly
said.

"Stop it..." I pushed Brittany back with my hand against her shoulder.

"Stop it!" Brittany made a whiny sound like she was imitating me and
then shoved me again, even harder this time with her hand right
between my tits.

"What are you gonna do about it, Steph?" Kelly pushed me too, on the
shoulder and I was going to smack the hell out of one of them in a
second.

"Slap her face!" Stacy said. 

Some of the other girls had left, like Linda, not wanting any part of
it, but there were still like four other girls besides the three of us
and they were all just like Stacy, urging their friends to make me
pay.

"Kick her ass...Stick her head in the toilet...Fight! Fight..." You know the
stuff high school kids say when people are mad and girls are just as
bad as boys, probably worse, except they don't do it on the
playground. They do it behind closed doors in front of other girls.

"Where's all your friends now, cunt?" Brittany did slap me then and I
tried to duck, but her palm caught me hard, high on my left cheek and
it stung hot and made my eyes water.

"She's crying!" One of the girls scoffed, I think it was Julie
Curtain.

I wasn't crying at all. I was just totally pissed and I swung my hand
at Brittany, wanting to slap her back, and I pushed myself off the
lockers cause she was moving away from me. I caught her chin though,
but only with my fingers mostly and then Kelly was grabbing my left
arm and pulling me off balance.

"Let go!" I was yelling. 

I half turned so I could slap Kelly's face too, but Brittany was
grabbing my right arm and it was like a tug of war with me in the
middle. They were both older than me, and while I was taller than
either of the two girls, they were both a little heavier maybe, and
just as strong as me. I was pulling at them and trying to kick and
they were yelling at me and dragging me towards the bathrooms.

Stacy grabbed my right leg when I tried to kick Kelly with it and she
was pushing me along now too, while I hopped on my left leg and tried
to get away. The other girls, three of them, were following and
laughing at me, all of them telling me I was getting what I deserved
for being such a bitch, which I didn't understand at all cause I
wasn't. I wasn't trying to figure it out though, mostly I was just
seriously pissed off and a little scared actually too. I'd never been
in a fight in my whole life, I didn't think, and this hadn't been much
of one.

"Let me go! Let me the fuck go! I'll kill you!" I was screaming and I
figured the whole county must have heard me. 

Where were all my friends? Where was Ms. Hayden? Wasn't she going to
talk to these girls? I was getting pissed at everybody. I didn't ask
to be the Homecoming Queen, and so what if I was?

"You stupid bitches! Jealous cunts!" I was yelling words I never used,
and they just taunted me, dragging me quickly into the bathroom and
Brittany grabbed me close, pressing her body against mine.

"Owww! Fuck!" I wailed and I was almost crying because she twisted my
arm behind me and someone grabbed my left leg, pulling it back, so all
of a sudden I was almost falling forward, face down.

"Now you're gonna get what you deserve!" Kelly was saying.

"Swirlie time!" Stacy was giggling and she'd kind of lost her balance,
letting my leg go and Kelly was dragging me into one of the stalls,
shouldering the green door open.

"No! Nooo fuck you!" I was really thrashing then, cause I knew what
they were going to do and I almost got away, but there were three
girls holding me and then Stacy grabbed my free leg again, so four
girls had me.

"No! Fuck you, cunt!" Brittany laughed and she was shoving my arm into
my back and it hurt a lot.

"I wish we could fuck you!" Kelly laughed and she was pulling my left
arm out of my shoulder, it felt like.

"Should get our boyfriends in here!" Julie was saying.

"Yeah, stuck-up virgin cunt!" Someone else laughed, either Tina
Hopkins, or maybe Vicky Lawler, the other two girls who were watching.

"You oughta get raped, Stephanie!" Brittany's mouth was close to my
ear and I jerked my head, catching her nose hard with my skull. It
kind of hurt, but I didn't care, I got her good!

"Fuck!" Brittany let my arm go and I think she was bleeding. I hoped I
broke her nose.

I started falling then, since the other three girls were still holding
me up, and they sort of dropped me, and that hurt a lot as I landed on
the cold tiled floor hard. I was scrambling though, thinking I could
get up and start fighting again, but Kelly grabbed my hair and some
other girls, Stacy probably and someone else were getting my legs
again. I was kind of hurting and a little dizzy and even though I was
struggling, I couldn't really stop them.

Kelly was yanking my hair out by the roots, it felt like and I
screamed as she pulled my face towards the toilet just a few feet
away. The other girls were shoving me forward and even though I had
one hand free, I couldn't really do much with it.

"Drown that bitch! Fucker!" Brittany must have been holding her nose
cause it sounded like she had a bad cold.

"Push her in!" Kelly was yelling and I couldn't stop her from shoving
my face into the toilet, but I sure tried. 

It was clean anyway, sort of, I mean it had been flushed, put it that
way. I was crying then, hurt and pissed off and totally feeling
humiliated, but that just made me madder and mostly it was
frustration. I couldn't stop them and I could smell that toilet, you
know? Not like a super disgusting smell or anything, but it was a
toilet and it smelled like one. Cold and porcelain and then I was
screaming bubbles as my face went into the cold water.

I closed my mouth, but I know I got some in there, but I tried not to.
I was shaking and kicking and my one hand, my free hand, was holding
the toilet seat, trying to push myself back out, and Kelly was holding
my other arm, twisting it back the way Brittany had twisted the other
one, while she held a fistful of hair tight against my scalp. I was
burning with rage and I swore I'd kill all those bitches for this, but
I still couldn't stop it and I was face down in the toilet holding my
breath.

And then someone punched me. 

It had to be Brittany, that bitch! She punched me right between the
legs, with her fist. As hard as she could, the girl punched me in the
cunt and it felt like I'd been shot, or stabbed, or kicked by a horse
or something. It hurt worse than anything in the world and I saw stars
and my lungs just emptied with a big bubbling whoosh and I couldn't
help but suck cold toilet water back in. It hurt so bad and my whole
body went tense, probably, I don't really know for sure. I just really
remember it hurt really badly and then I couldn't fight or breathe or
do anything.

I was choking on the water, drowning in it as I'd taken a breath and I
don't know how long they held me there, but I was seeing black and
then I was lying on the floor, coughing and gagging and curling up
kind of. My pussy throbbed with pain and my lungs burned, which seemed
weird cause that water was cold, and I was sobbing and puking up water
and tasting bile too. Sour and acrid and then my stomach just emptied
and the girls were laughing.

"That's what you get for being such a bitch!" Kelly said.

"Fucking whore slut pussy!" Brittany kicked the back of my thighs.
"Maybe you're not a virgin anymore, huh?"

They all laughed and I think Stacy spit on me, but they were leaving,
that's all I cared about and I wasn't ever gonna move.


end of 13

Chapter Fourteen


I did move though, after about five minutes, or maybe longer. I got up
weakly and the pain between my thighs was mostly just a dull ache now,
like a cramp. I was hurting a lot worse inside. I felt sick to my
stomach, even though I'd already vomited. I'd never had anything like
that happen to me, never even seen it happen to anyone else, and being
disliked that much made me feel incredibly depressed. That and being
so mad and frustrated and full of hate myself. I didn't want to hate
anyone, I didn't like the way it felt, like a cancer or something
eating away at me. 

But I hated those girls.

I could barely stand to look at myself in the mirror. I just leaned on
one of the sinks, spitting first and then turning on the water and
washing my mouth out and then my face. I was using soap on my tongue
and it tasted horrible, but all I could think about was that I'd had
my head in a toilet. I was washing myself almost violently, crying
again and wondering how Mark or Chris were ever going to like me after
this. They'd never want to kiss me, I knew that. Everybody would know
too, like the whole school. I was feeling pathetic and sorry for
myself.

When I did look in the mirror my face was flushed and puffy, and my
eyes looked like they belonged to an old woman, all baggy and red
rimmed from crying. My hair was soaked and stringy, clinging to my
face and neck. My top was wet too. I was ugly and stupid for thinking
I could be the Homecoming Queen, for thinking it was so cool. All
those stupid kids voting for me, why did they do that? I hated them
for it. 

I hated the whole world and how come Mark wasn't there? He was
supposed to protect me. Or Chris even, it was his fault too. That
stupid Stacy Martin had done this to me just cause she liked him. He
should have told her to fuck off right away. But he was always so
nice. And Mark was too busy playing football. It was both their
faults. And Ms. Hayden too. She should have known better than anybody
what Kelly and Brittany were like. Psychotic bitches! Where was Ms.
Hayden at?

I just stood there, holding my face and crying and looking down and
being mad at everybody. That was how Ms. Hayden finally found me.

"Ah...Shit." She said and then she was holding me, even though I didn't
want her too. I might have tried to shrug the woman off, but I didn't
have that much fight left in me.

She didn't ask me who'd done it, but Ms. Hayden didn't have to. She
knew it was Kelly and Brittany, and she knew who their friends were.
Ms. Hayden didn't say anything though, except to shush me a little as
I cried in her arms. I felt like I was being a big baby, but I
couldn't help it. I knew I should have been stronger than that, all
they'd done was stick my head in a toilet for a minute, punch me in
the pussy. But it felt a lot worse. I can't explain it, but I think
probably the only thing that it could feel like was if I'd really been
raped.

"Come on, we'll take a shower, okay?" Ms. Hayden was leading me slowly
out of the bathroom. "Beth's taking care of practice."

Beth Talbot was a senior and the captain of the cheerleading team and
she was seriously good at that stuff. Her great-grandfather had owned
the land where Talbot Pond sat and so she was part of that family,
which went way, way back to four hundred years ago when the first
settlers came to western New York.

"I'm sorry." I was saying, but I didn't know exactly why. All the hate
was going away finally under Ms. Hayden's gentle hands.

"Shhh...You don't have to be sorry for anything." The woman was saying. 

I sat on a bench just outside the community shower, where the little
drying off area was, and Ms. Hayden was undressing me. I didn't resist
her, I just felt numb mostly, and I lifted my arms or whatever,
letting her move me the way she wanted to. She pulled my top over my
head and then squatted down a little between my open legs, it kind of
hurt when I closed them. She took off my shoes and then my socks,
stuffing them inside my Skechers and pushing them under the bench. I
still wore my shorts and skirt, my thong underneath, and my bra.

A moment later the woman reached around me with both arms, leaning
forward so she could reach the clasp of my bra behind my back. Ms.
Hayden undid it easily and the stretchy material went loose, and my
bra was slack around my breasts. I didn't move or anything. I felt
slow and dumb, really, my mind just didn't want to work and it took me
a few seconds to realize that Ms. Hayden wasn't standing back up.

She was rubbing my back with her fingertips, just lightly up and down
and I shivered and licked my lips because it felt good and she was so
close to me. Ms. Hayden was between my spread thighs and her arms were
underneath my armpits, her elbows and biceps rubbing the soft skin
just above my ribs. Her breasts were close enough to touch mine,
beneath her t-shirt, drawn tightly to her form, and my bra was sliding
around and falling down, just a fraction as Ms. Hayden moved her body
slightly.

"You don't have to be ashamed of yourself." Ms. Hayden said softly and
I was looking down, so she lowered her head slightly, catching my eyes
with hers.

"They stuck my head in the toilet..." I swallowed hard and her eyes were
bright brown, almost orange it seemed like, and it was a pretty color.

"I know, but that doesn't matter." She offered me a little smile.
"You're still beautiful, Stephanie. So beautiful, it hurts me to see
you like this."

Her hands were moving more, and not just her fingertips, but her palms
now, soft and warm and I needed that touch like you wouldn't believe.
It was a craving, a need to be assured that I wasn't dirty or diseased
or anything like that. I felt so embarrassed by what had happened and
I'd been blaming everyone, even myself, and having Ms. Hayden holding
me and telling me it wasn't my fault, I really needed that.

"Let me make you feel better, okay?" Ms. Hayden was whispering. "Let
me help you, we'll make it go away together, alright?"

"What are we doing?" I asked, but my words were more like thoughts and
I wasn't even sure I'd said them out loud.

When Ms. Hayden kissed me I wasn't surprised. I'd seen it in her eyes
that she wanted to. I felt it in her hands and I felt it inside me
too. I did want to be kissed and I would have given anything to have
Mark or Chris, or both of them with me, but it was Ms. Hayden who was
there and she was going to make it better. I had to believe her, I was
desperate for it, and so when she put her mouth on mine and kissed me
I didn't try and stop her. I let her do it and at first I just sat
there, but after a few seconds I felt her tongue and I opened my mouth
for her and then I was kissing her back.

I couldn't imagine I tasted very good, not after what I'd been
through, and especially after washing my mouth with soap, but Ms.
Hayden didn't seem to mind at all. Her tongue was soft, like a
butterfly trapped in my mouth and I felt my heart speeding up. She was
exploring me so gently, it was like kissing Chris, except different,
Ms. Hayden's kisses were even more tender than his. 

My hands went to Ms. Hayden's shoulders, and then on up to her neck
and into her short black hair. She was hugging me, her fingers and
hands moving along my back and I held her mouth to mine as we kissed
deeper. She made me moan into her mouth and I played my tongue over
hers, chasing it finally into Ms. Hayden's mouth. I was kissing her
now, tasting her warm and wet and sweet inside, like butterscotch
maybe, or caramel. Something sweet and good and totally unlike my
boyfriends.

I'd never kissed a girl before, but it didn't bother me. I hadn't ever
done it simply because I'd never met a girl I wanted to kiss, not
until right then. Ms. Hayden was thirty years old and pretty enough in
her way, but I'd never looked at her as if I'd find her attractive.
She had black hair, as short as some of the boys, cut above the
shoulders and around the ears. Nice full breasts and not so much a
narrow waist, she was just fit and trim and healthy. Round hips and a
nice firm butt and smooth legs. Yeah, I thought while we kissed, she
was pretty, she was attractive to me.

We were still kissing, just parting our mouths briefly to catch air
every now and then, when I felt Ms. Hayden's fingers working to pull
my shorts down. I moved for her, lifting myself blindly, a little
awkwardly, and she pulled them and my thong down at the same time. I
smiled and she gave me a little laugh as she moved back enough so I
could put my legs together. The pain wasn't even noticeable then and I
nodded when the woman pulled my short and panties all the way off.

"I've never been with a girl." I breathed and Ms. Hayden sighed, her
hands stroking my thighs, pushing them open again.

"It's okay." She promised. "I'll make it good for you."

Ms. Hayden smiled up at me, like she wanted to make sure I was
watching before she started kissing the inside of my right leg, moving
her soft lips up my thigh slowly. I did watch her too, the way she
made love to my body, getting closer and closer to my sex until I
could feel her humid breath across my vulva. I looked swollen down
there and maybe a little discolored, bruised from Brittany's fist, but
I didn't feel anything but good. My heart was going a hundred miles an
hour and my stomach was roiling like a whirlpool with excitement.

I'd never imagined having sex with another girl, at least not beyond
maybe finding a girlfriend that Mark and I could share. But that had
been abstract, nothing specific. I hadn't fantasized about making love
to a woman and most especially not one of my teachers. It was insane
and I didn't understand exactly how this was happening. It didn't seem
like it should have been. I'd been beat up and humiliated and crying
and now, somehow, Ms. Hayden was kissing my injured pussy. I was
panting and licking my lips and I shrugged my bra off because my
nipples felt like someone was holding a match to them.

"Poor baby...Poor sweet baby..." Ms. Hayden was murmuring and I gasped as
I felt her mouth on my clitoris. 

She kissed it lightly at first, then she was licking around it, like
teasing me and I moved my hips without thinking, my body was feeling
good now. I felt hot and hungry and sexy. She was making it better,
making me forget everything that had happened. All the bad feelings
were going away, replaced with a passion for the woman kneeling
between my legs. I felt my clit buzzing, hard and standing stiff and
pink from its little hood. Ms. Hayden was flicking her tongue across
it finally, tickling it rapidly and it wasn't funny at all. I was
squirming beneath her and she held me tight, Ms. Hayden's arms around
my waist where my skirt was bunched up.

"Oh God..." I swallowed hard. "...Oh that's...Ummm..." 

She was going to make me cum. My gym teacher and cheerleading coach,
she was eating my pussy nice now and coaxing me to give her my first
orgasm with another girl. She was lapping at my pussy eagerly, digging
her tongue along my slit, splitting my labia and just at the top of
every quick lick she'd flick my clitoris. It was crazy sex and I was
bouncing as hot blood rushed through my veins. I had goosebumps on my
skin and I was playing with my nipples, pulling and twisting them
because that somehow made it bearable.

When Ms. Hayden put her mouth on my clit, sucking it inside and
washing the little nub of super-sensitive flesh with her tongue, I
lost it. I was cumming hard and I tried to close my thighs, pressing
my legs against her hot cheeks. I had my hands on her head then,
holding her to my pussy as it spasmed with delightful pleasure. She
was the best, the most awesome pussy licker in the world. Better than
Chris, better than anyone, and she shoved her long tongue into my hole
even as the wetness gushed out of me. I felt like I was squirting
almost, it was powerful, my cunt squeezing itself hard and it almost
hurt. It did hurt, I was spraying cum, I swear, like a boy might do,
right into Ms. Hayden's mouth as she tongue fucked me.

I was crying gain, but not because I was angry or sad, it was the same
sort of crying I did sometimes with my boyfriends when they made me
feel so good I couldn't show it any other way. It came out in my moans
and in my orgasm and then suddenly it was coming out of my eyes. I
couldn't breathe and my whole body seemed knotted up inside and my
climax was like thunder, big and loud and overwhelming at first, and
then echoing for a good long time with little shivers and shakes that
wouldn't stop. My pussy was quivering and Ms. Hayden was lapping it
up, swallowing my girlish goo like she was famished for it.

When I'd finally come down enough to relax my legs and let go of her
head with my hands, Ms. Hayden lifted her red shiny face and smiled up
at me, breathing hard. She knew she'd made it exceptionally good for
me and I just stared into her pretty face, smiling and gulping air
into my lungs and trying to understand how she'd made me cum so hard
like that. It was way beyond anything I'd ever experienced with Mark
or Chris. Not better and not worse, but different and it was like a
whole new world was opened up or something. 

I leaned over so I could kiss her and I think it surprised my coach a
little, but it was a pleasant surprise and she welcomed my mouth with
hers enthusiastically. I wanted to taste my orgasm in her mouth and
she was wet inside with spit and cum, and she pushed it into my mouth
and I pushed it into hers, sharing it the way Chris and I did with
Mark. But this was all me, tangy and a little salty and reminding me
once more of the ocean somehow. I sucked Ms. Hayden's tongue clean,
swallowing my own orgasm out of her mouth while she massaged my left
breast, squeezing my body hard and palming my aching nipple nice.

"Let's take that shower now..." Ms. Hayden suggested softly and I just
smiled. 

I knew she wanted me to taste her as well and I was ready to try it. I
wasn't going to be turning into a lesbian or anything, I knew that,
but my life had definitely changed.


end of 14

Chapter Fifteen


The showers were like any other, I suppose, a largish room tiled in
light blue. There were eight shower heads arranged on the walls, three
to left, three to the right, and two on the shorter far wall. I was
nervous walking into the room, but a good kind of nervous. I wasn't
afraid, I only hoped that I wouldn't disappoint Ms. Hayden somehow.

I think she sensed that and we were both naked, which was a little
strange. I'd never seen any of my teachers nude and here was Ms.
Hayden, who'd been my physical education the year before, and this
year, as well as my cheerleading coach, without a stitch of clothing.
Her body was firm and beautiful, I'd decided, and I especially liked
the way her pussy looked. She kept herself smooth and clean shaven and
it was so pretty like that.

"You don't have to be frightened, Stephanie." She was leading me by
the hand. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I know." I smiled for her. "I just...I don't know what I'm doing here."

"Do you like girls?" Ms. Hayden was taking us all the way to the far
wall.

"I don't know." I told her honestly. "I never thought about it."

"I've thought about you." Ms. Hayden looked over her shoulder at me.

She turned on the water for one showerhead and then the other, letting
go of my hand so she could turn them towards each other, so the spray
met in the middle and the water was warm and soft and Ms. Hayden
turned with her back to it, spreading her arms slightly and inviting
me to join her.

"I have a boyfriend." I said and she was pulling me to her body. "Two
of them."

"I know, sweetie." Ms. Hayden sighed. "I just want to make you feel
special, that's all. I want you to feel good."

"Okay." I replied softly, feeling like a little girl in her arms. 

Ms. Hayden was a little shorter than I was, but a lot stronger and I
could feel her strength. Not just physical, but she had it inside her
too. We were kissing under the water and I ran my hands up and down
her back, feeling almost shy for some reason, but when I felt her
hands on my ass, kneading my firm round cheeks, I did the same for
her. I let my hands follow the curve of her spin and slide over the
roundness of her ass and we were both moaning then. Our breasts were
pressed together, like our mouths and tummies and one of her legs was
between mine and I found myself moving, sliding my pussy over her
thigh slowly.

I was sore down there. Once the pleasure of having my sex licked and
kissed had worn off a little, the pain had returned, but not as much.
It was just a low, dull ache now and barely worth remembering. Even
that was quickly disappearing once again as the combination of Ms.
Hayden and that wonderfully warm water seemed to wash everything bad
away.

"What if someone comes in?" I suddenly asked, pulling away slightly
and I was suddenly very scared.

"The only key for the door is in my shorts." Ms. Hayden smiled and
then kissed me as I relaxed. "Nobody will ever know, I promise."

But that wasn't true, I thought. I'd have to tell Mark for sure, and
probably Chris, although I wasn't sure if we'd ever really explained
to him that it was okay to have sex with other people. I mean we had,
and I'd told him about Todd and Jim, but...Mark and I pretty much
thought it was obvious, since none of us were slaves, or even married
or anything, but still, Chris had only been our boyfriend for a month,
so I wasn't sure how he'd feel about this.

That was in the future though and right then Chris wasn't there, as
much as I wished he was. Being with Ms. Hayden was nice, but I knew I
didn't love her. What we were doing felt good, even necessary because
I really did need it, but at the same time having sex without love was
like, I dunno, putting a jigsaw puzzle together and missing that one
big piece in the middle to make it complete. You could still see the
picture, even admire and appreciate it, but it wasn't completely
satisfying.

"Kiss me...There...My tits, Steph..." Ms. Hayden was guiding me down gently
so I could kiss and suck her nipples.

I held her breasts in my hands and they were full and heavy, with dark
reddish nipples that were hard under my thumbs and lips. I sucked the
left one first, nursing on it like a baby might, sucking hard and
licking the ruby tip with my tongue inside my mouth. She was cradling
my head against her, stroking my shoulders and combing my wet hair out
of my face so she could see me.

First one nipple and then the other, moving back and forth. I could
taste her skin only faintly, mostly it was just the water that poured
over us, but that felt so good I didn't mind. At Ms. Hayden's urging I
began to bite her tits too, chewing her puffy nipples so hard I
thought I might draw some blood, but I didn't and the woman seemed to
love that more than anything. I ate her boobs for a long while, until
both of her nipples were swollen fat and dark with pale indentations
from my teeth.

"Go down, Steph...Love me now, baby...Please..." She moaned.

Ms. Hayden could barely breath and she was pushing me down her body,
watching me kiss her flat hard stomach and then the soft swell of her
mound. Her pussy was right there for me as she spread her legs
slightly, rocking a little from side to side and pushing out with her
hips. Her bare shaven vulva was ripe and soft and so smooth I couldn't
believe it. Like she'd never had hair down there in her life. It might
have looked like a little girl's, except it was obviously a woman's.

Ms. Hayden's clit was large, bigger than mine anyway, and pressing out
of its sheath like a little penis, all pink and red around the tip.
Below that her sexy mouth was long, a slit as long as my finger maybe,
with full dark labia, brown swollen pussy lips that seemed to fall out
of her. Her pussy looked like an oddly shaped flower, the way the
folds of wrinkled skin were layered and wrapped around each other. I
thought it was incredibly beautiful and so much different than mine. 

I kissed Ms. Hayden cunt hesitantly, but I wasn't reluctant or
anything, I was just a little shy maybe, a bit nervous. I wanted to do
it like she'd done it for me earlier. I wanted Ms. Hayden to feel good
and even cum for me. It didn't turn me off at all, putting my innocent
mouth on another girl's pussy for the first time, if anything it
turned me on even more. Probably cause of where we were, in school, in
the locker room, that seemed very cool to me. Also because she was a
teacher, not just some woman, or a friend, but someone who wasn't even
supposed to touch me, or look at me funny, and now here we were.

I was rubbing my own pussy while I licked the soft wet skin around Ms.
Hayden's sex. I tried to be patient, remembering how she'd gone down
on me, and I wanted it to be the same way for her. I teased her at
first, playing the tip of my tongue along the edge of her slit and
around her clitoris. I kissed the hollows of her thighs and dragged my
teeth across her flesh. I did everything I could think of to make it
last before I touched her sex for real.

Only when neither of us could stand it any longer did I finally give
in and move my kisses to her clit. Ms. Hayden gave a shiver and a gasp
and her fingers were in my hair as she whispered soft encouragement,
telling me what she liked as I licked and kissed and sucked her
clitoris lovingly. I could smell her there too, and taste her I
thought, even beneath the running water. Her sex was pungent and
strong, musky with arousal and I brought my left hand to her cunt,
rubbing my fingers across her labia and then working my middle finger
around gently, finding her hole which was surprisingly small.

Ms. Hayden seemed to like that a lot, being fingered slowly while I
sucked her clit and after a few minutes she asked me to put in another
one, to open her a little more. I didn't even answer, I was too busy
working her hard little clit between my pursed lips, I just did as Ms.
Hayden wanted. I put my index and middle fingers together and pushed
them inside her, turning and twisting them a little, feeling her pussy
hot and moist inside, yielding to my touch. 

I felt the contours and bumps and ridges and I ran my fingers across
them, fucking her harder after a minute or two, after she was used to
it. I moved my tongue down as well, so I could lick at her pussy lips
and suck them into my mouth, and even lick at my fingers as they moved
in and out of her. I could definitely taste her then, tangy and a
little sour maybe, almost like me but different too. I finally pulled
my fingers out and stopped rubbing my own cunt just so I could spread
Ms. Hayden's fat lips and push my tongue inside her pussy.

She liked to talk too, but so softly that I could barely hear her as
the water fell around us. Ms. Hayden was telling me how pretty I was
and how much she liked me, things like that, and then she'd tell me if
I was doing something she especially liked, so that I'd do it even
more. If I was doing something she didn't like, she'd let me know that
as well. Ms. Hayden was teaching me how to lick her pussy and I didn't
mind at all. 

I wanted to make her feel good and I was hoping she'd cum for me, I
wanted to drink her and taste another girl's orgasm. I wondered if it
would be like mine, or different, and how would she act. It sounds
silly, but I'd never seen another girl cum, so I always sort of
wondered if I was weird, or just normal, or whatever. Maybe other
girls wonder about that too, but probably not. Mark's right, I am a
little strange sometimes.

"Good...That's...Down here, Steph...I want to cum on your pussy..." Ms. Hayden
was breathing hard and her knees were getting weak, her body trembling
because she was close to cumming.

I wasn't sure what she wanted at first, but the woman soon had both of
us on the tiles, warmed by the hot water and I licked my lips, tasting
her sex on my mouth as Ms. Hayden put my on my back. She was pressing
her body between my open legs like she was a boy about to fuck me. I
didn't argue when she got my legs over her shoulders, but I didn't
know what she was doing until I felt her leaning into me, rocking my
legs forward towards my shoulders. My ass came off the floor and I
felt her pussy on mine. She was fucking me like a boy, grinding her
big stiff clit against my smaller one, working our cunts together as
hard as she could. 

"Oh God..." I groaned and she gave me a happy smile, lowering her mouth
to mine and kissing me deeply while we fucked.

I had no idea two girls could do it like that, but I swear her hard
swollen clit was sliding into my pussy, not very much, but enough so
we could feel it, or I imagined I could. My own clit was grinding
against Ms. Hayden's soft mound and the hardness of her pelvis
beneath. It was making me crazy, like nothing I'd ever felt before.
The only thing that even came close was riding my horse sometimes, if
the rhythm was really good, but this was better than that even. Ms.
Hayden was going to make me cum with her pussy fucking mine.

My fingers were on her back, slippery and wet, my knees close to my
ears, I swear to God, she bent me so far it was crazy, and I dug my
fingernails into her, I couldn't help it. I was sucking her tongue
hard, mouthing it like I would a small pink cock and almost crying
again because my pussy felt so good I thought something had broken
inside there. I was going to cum lights out any second and Ms. Hayden
was right there with me, pinning me down so strongly I might have
imagined it was Mark on top of me, although this was way, way
different than fucking my boyfriends. And her cunt would not stop, she
was grinding me hard, like trying to really get inside me somehow, and
her big rubbery lips were mashed against my thin petals, our holes
right against each other so that when I did cum some of it had to
spray inside her.

I was shaking like a leaf, shivering despite the fire I felt inside
me. My eyes were shut tight and I was whimpering and clutching Ms.
Hayden as if my life depended on it. She was cumming too and I didn't
know if I could feel her orgasm flowing from her pussy into mine, but
I thought I did. I wanted to feel her cum mixing with mine and we were
grinding, so, yeah it was fantastic. I must have cum a couple times,
one right after another and Ms. Hayden was kissing me and she'd kept
her promise.

I felt very special.


end of 15

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