Jane Goode blinked as the sun's rays broke through the layers of condensation coating the windows. It awakened her, and she yawned, feeling her joints ache. Her dream had been so strange, about sex and radiation and all sorts of things Jane had never thought of before. It felt good to be awake and know it was over.
Jane looked down and then screamed. Bobby lay under her, his varsity sweater and pants in shreds, his arms and legs hanging limp at his sides. He seemed to be asleep or passed out or...no, he was breathing. She could feel herself rising and falling from his breath.
Jane crawled off of him and could only stare. His member slipped out of her pussy, soaking into a pool of cum that had formed in his lap. Jane felt an ache in her pussy as if it had been rubbed raw. How many times had they done it last night? Jane didn't know. They must have gone for hours. She remembered him cumming a few times, but all her orgasms had blended together until she just came non-stop. At some point, he had tried to stop her, but his orgasms had weakened him to the point where he had no strength left. Yet Jane's desires had only made her stronger.
Jane touched Bobby's pale cheek. "Oh, I'm so sorry."
Something was definitely wrong with her. Even now, Jane felt a stirring in her loins. How could she not be satisfied after a night like that? But she wasn't. Jane fought the urge to climb back onto Bobby and ride him again. Instead, she grabbed her dress and pulled it back over her head. Jane dug through Bobby's pockets until she found his handkerchief and used it to wipe her crotch. It still grew moist again, but at least now she could walk without dripping.
Jane gave Bobby a kiss on the cheek, whispered thanks, then climbed out. Bobby's car was the only one left on Perspiration Point. She looked out at the town spread below them in the morning sun, and began to run down the hill. She had to get to class. If she didn't show up, someone was bound to ask questions. She had to act normal. At least, as normal as she could manage.
***
Cheerleading practice was torture for Jane. Her desires still burned inside her, but now she had to try to focus on her cheerleading routines. She jumped and twisted and flipped as usual, but all the while keeping her eyes on the football field. Rick Jones and the other players on the Redford High Bulldogs were doing their practice routines as well, and the sight of all those young men flexing muscles drove Jane crazy. It took all her self-control to keep from ripping off her cheerleading skirt and jumping into the piles of hot young men that formed in front of her.
But a new distraction also reared its head - Marilyn. Jane had always known she was beautiful, but never felt anything like this. When Jane managed to take her eyes off the football team, they were on Marilyn. Watching her breasts bouncing under her top, the flash of panties when Marilyn did her kicks and flips, and the sweat trickling down Marilyn's face made Jane moan inside. She heaved a loud sigh of relief when the whistle blew and she headed into the locker room with the other girls.
Jane stripped off her uniform and rushed into the showers. She cranked the handle to cold and drenched herself in it. It couldn't cool her down. Jane's desires ached inside her. She wanted nothing more than to ride a big, hard cock or at least, rub her pussy raw, but the other girls in the shower gave her no privacy.
Jane waited and waited as the others finished showering and left, one by one, until only she and Marilyn were left. Jane pretended to scrub her hair, waiting for Marilyn to leave. Then she glanced over at Marilyn and froze.
As Marilyn tilted her head back to run her hair through the water, Jane watched the foam from her soap dripping down her back, trickling down to slide between the cheeks of her ass. The light glistened off the curves of her body in ways that Jane had never noticed before. As Marilyn bent down to rub the sponge over her thighs, her breasts swayed gently, splashing water onto the floor.
Jane felt a stirring between her legs that shocked her to her core. Never before had she felt anything like desire for any woman, much less her best friend, but she couldn't deny the way her breath quickened at the sight of Marilyn's naked body.
Jane swallowed and found her mouth had turned dry. When she looked down, she realized that she had been rubbing her sponge over her nipples for the last few seconds, turning them into swollen red peaks. Her loins tingled and felt slippery, but not from the water.
Jane glanced over at Marilyn again and a moan escaped her lips. Marilyn was bent over, busy washing her ankles. Her ass faced Jane, spread open, to show red hair clinging to the lips of her pussy. The last shreds of Jane's self-control fell away. She felt as if her hand claimed a life of its own as it reached out to brush a finger down the length of Marilyn's slit.
Marilyn let out a shriek and jumped up. Her breasts wobbled furiously, spraying water in all directions as she turned to face Jane with wide eyes. "What was that?"
"Nothing," Jane blurted. "You just had something on you."
"Oh." Marilyn relaxed and looked down. Her legs opened wider. "Is it gone?"
Jane swallowed and moved towards her. "No, not quite."
Marilyn turned and bent over, displaying her scarlet-furred pussy for Jane's inspection. "What is it? Soap or something? Can you get it off?"
"Oh, yeah." Jane reached forward with a quivering hand. "I can get you off."
"What?" But Marilyn's breath caught in her throat as Jane reached out to cup her hand on the moist slit between her thighs. "Oh, Jane...what're you doing?"
Jane moved closer to Marilyn, breathing heavy, locking their eyes together. "Just following your advice. I'm loosening up."
Jane could feel Marilyn's thighs tremble against her hand. Jane moved closer until she could feel Marilyn's warm breath against her lips. She searched for horror or disgust in Marilyn's eyes, but found none, only fear and a desire that reflected her own. Jane began to move her fingers gently over Marilyn's slippery netherlips and Marilyn's eyes squeezed shut.
Marilyn braced her hands on Jane's stomach and shoved her away. "No! Oh, Jane! Oh, golly, what are you doing? We're girls. Girls don't do this."
Jane took a step towards Marilyn, who shrank away. "Sure, we're girls. And we're friends. I just want to make you feel good. That's what friends do, right? They make each other feel good?"
Marilyn swept a hand up her face, wiping away water and hair that clung to her eyes. "Yeah, but...jeepers, that felt...that felt..."
"Good?" Jane stepped towards her again. "Didn't it feel good, Mary?"
Marilyn leaned up against the wall of the shower. The spray hit her chest, causing her breasts to bounce gently. "Yeah. Yeah, it felt good. But--"
Jane moved closer and reached out to cup Marilyn's pussy again. "You're so pretty, Mary. Don't you think I'm pretty?"
Marilyn nodded, but kept her mouth clamped shut. Her eyes glazed over as Jane continued to rub her crotch.
Jane pressed her breasts up against Marilyn's, and they glided over each other in ways that made Jane's knees weaken. "Well, why should boys get to enjoy a pretty girl? Why can't girls, too? And you are so pretty. So pretty."
Jane pressed her lips against Marilyn's, waiting for her to pull away again, but she didn't. Marilyn opened her lips farther to accept and deepen the kiss. They leaned against the slick tile of the shower wall, feasting on each other's mouths. Jane felt Marilyn's hand slide between her own moist thighs and massage the swollen lips between them. The two girls began to moan as they fondled each other under the spray of the shower.
Jane broke the kiss and drew away from Marilyn, who looked disappointed until Jane lowered herself into a crouch. She brushed a lock of her hair away from her face to admire Marilyn's dripping pussy. Jane glanced up at Marilyn's wide eyes as she pushed her legs open, then slipped her face between Marilyn's thighs.
Jane gently guided her tongue over Marilyn's slit, tasting the salty flavor on her tongue. It tasted so good, better than she ever thought it would. Marilyn's thighs quivered against her cheeks. Marilyn moaned again as Jane slipped her tongue deeper into the swollen pussy before her. She lapped at it hungrily. Warm fluids oozed onto her tongue, along with hot water streaming from the shower. Jane reached down to stroke her own damp clit. Marilyn's breathing quickened. Her legs clamped onto the sides of Jane's head. Jane could feel her body spasm sharply as the orgasm swept through her. It made Jane groan into Marilyn's depths and buck as her own climax hit her. The two of them trembled in unison, squirming with shared pleasure.
A scream echoed through the shower. Jane broke her lip-lock on Marilyn's pussy and spun around so quickly that her feet skidded out from under her. She fell on her side onto the tile floor.
Their gym teacher Mrs. Armstrong stood at the entrance to the shower, her eyes wide and hands clamped over her mouth.
Marilyn's hands whipped down to cover her breasts and crotch. Jane only sighed.
"Great," Jane murmured. "Now I'll never get my turn."
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