Tina awoke with the sensation of a cock sliding in and 
 out of her pussy. She slowly shook her head from left 
 to right. Then, finally, she opened her eyes and 
 stared up at a large, sweaty body.
The groggy teenager had no idea who this guy was at 
 first. She smiled at the sensation of his cock planted 
 deeply within her, fantasizing perhaps that this was 
 some lover of hers waking her up with a romantic love-
 making session. The sleepy teen began to lift her 
 arms, wanting to drape them over this man’s back, hold 
 him to her prone young form. She wanted the fantasy to 
 continue.
Something was wrong though. Her hands were sticky. She 
 soon realized that her hair felt matted and sticky as 
 well, and that she was sore from head to toe. Also, 
 that this was no large, comfortable bed she was lying 
 on, but a small uncomfortable couch.
That’s when she remembered everything from the night 
 before. It hit her in a flash: the group sex with all 
 those “Oilmen”; Lucy, the pretty Asian woman; the 
 strip club; Razor. She let her arms drop back to her 
 sides as all this registered. She hoped that the man 
 who was now thrusting in and out of her hadn’t noticed 
 her move.
She closed her eyes tightly and held as still as 
 possible. She just wanted it to be over, for whoever 
 this was to quickly finish and go away. But was he the 
 last one? For all she knew there was a line behind 
 him: all the Oilmen coming back for extras before 
 taking off, possibly.
Certainly she’d been fucked several times since she’d 
 passed out the night before, too. These people cared 
 that little for her, she realized. For them she was 
 just a hole attached to a woman’s– a teenage woman’s-
 – body. Conscious or not, they had fucked her all 
 night long. She could tell already: her ass was sore, 
 her pussy sore, too. They had cum in her and on her, 
 and had given no regard at all for the passed out 
 young girl.
Flashbacks of those encounters threatened to make 
 themselves known to the frazzled teen, but she pushed 
 them away. It was bad enough remembering the things 
 she’d done before falling asleep.
She continued to pretend being asleep as the man 
 pounded his cock more quickly in and out of her. Her 
 body lurched forward and back on the couch with each 
 violent thrust, but she kept her eyes closed and tried 
 to keep her breathing even, too. Still, it was hard: 
 she could feel the familiar sensation of her body 
 charging itself up toward orgasm as the cock slid deep 
 inside her tiny frame. 
She focused on her breathing: in, out, in, out. 
 Slowly, casually. If she had to cum, maybe she could 
 do it without him noticing. She didn’t want him to 
 notice, not one bit.
Just then she felt his strong hands, which had been 
 around her waist, slide up to her slight torso and 
 squeeze. His body went rigid, and he was cursing under 
 his breath as he came. She felt the goo spurt inside 
 her, part of her annoyed he hadn’t gotten her off and 
 the other part just relieved that it was over.
When he rolled off of her, and she heard him leave, 
 she could no longer control herself: she began to sob. 
 She turned into the couch and sobbed loudly, letting 
 the surface of the upholstery muffle her pathetic, 
 gasping cries.
She felt utterly dirty. From head to toe! Cum in her 
 hair, on her tits, in her pussy. Cum everywhere! She’d 
 been fucked all night long by these men. 
She was completely naked, too. Even the belt that Mr. 
 Blackwell had insisted she keep on was gone. She 
 cuddled against the cold chill she felt across her 
 sore body, then turned over again and stared into the 
 dark. In the background, from outside the bar, she 
 heard birds chirping. It was morning, but what time? 
 Probably almost time for school.
She dared to stare around the room some more, and was 
 relieved to find none of the Oilmen were left. She was 
 alone in the “Executive Lounge” now, tired and naked 
 and laying on the couch upon which she’d been fucked 
 numerously, all night long.
Suddenly she thought about Lucy. Where was she?
Tears welled in her eyes again as she thought of her. 
 That sweet, pretty Asian woman, who had been so nice, 
 so caring. And who also had kissed her. She had kissed 
 Tina heatedly, and done much more besides.
Tina sobbed louder, and then threw her hand over her 
 mouth. She turned over, then back, then onto her 
 belly. She felt so cold! So dirty. So sick.
She might have fallen asleep again, had it not been 
 for the sudden slamming of the Executive’s Lounge 
 door.
Just after that, she felt shaken into awareness. She 
 gulped at the touch of the hands on her body, and 
 tried to continue her fake sleep. He was probably one 
 of the Oilmen, she figured, wanting another fuck.
Her heart raced. Her body continued to be shaken, more 
 violently now. Then she finally heard his voice 
 through the fog that was her mind: “Wake up!” said 
 Razor. 
She turned. When she saw his face through the dark, 
 she couldn’t help but feel relieved. There he was, 
 larger than life! There to make her feel okay again. 
 He would make what she’d done the night before all 
 better, she thought.
It didn’t occur to her for a moment that he was the 
 reason that night had occurred in the first place.
He basically had to order her around for the next 
 thirty minutes. If he hadn’t, she might begin sobbing 
 again. The normally headstrong and defiant teenager 
 eagerly obeyed his every command, too. It was better 
 than thinking; it felt good to have someone think for 
 her.
The first thing he’d done was curse when he saw her 
 appearance. “Fuck!” he’d cried. “…cum in your hair! 
 Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Fuck! You look like a used up 
 street-whore!”
He wasn’t angry, she knew. In fact, he was impressed! 
 She had done so well that she looked filthy. That was 
 a good thing, to him at least.
He told her to take a shower, to do her hair, to get 
 dressed. She followed his orders obediently, relieved 
 still that she didn’t have to think for herself. 
The shower had been shorter than she’d liked, but only 
 because she’d wanted to shower for the next twelve 
 hours. She felt so used! So fucking used, all over. 
 She felt sticky and sweaty, and although all that 
 could be cleaned, nothing could wash away the shame 
 she felt. She’d had sex for money! She’d fucked, how 
 many? Six guys? And a girl? And how many times? She 
 couldn’t even remember how many she’d done it while 
 awake. Who knew how many times she’d done it after?
She was nothing, now, but a whore. Not an aspiring 
 college student. Not the victim of all the wrongs that 
 had been done to her throughout the years. No. She was 
 now nothing but a filthy, cheap young whore.
No shower in the world could wash that realization 
 away.
She was numb at the thought. At least she wasn’t 
 crying anymore, she reasoned. But the shower was weak, 
 and that frustrated her. She wanted fierce, hot 
 streams of water to sting her body, like at home! To 
 be forced into her most intimate areas and wash away 
 her embarrassment. Instead, all the 16-year-old got 
 was warm, weak jets of spray. It was simply not 
 enough.
It was also eerie. The girls’ room at EZ’s was similar 
 to the girls’ locker room at school: big, 
 institutional, and without any privacy. It was like a 
 large locker room, with shower-heads scattered about 
 the perimeter, several drains near the center of the 
 room. But Tina was alone in there. No one else was 
 left in the bar, apparently, but her and Razor.
Every sound echoed. The rushing of the water, the 
 sounds of her soft feet on the tiled floor. Even her 
 occasional whimpers of hopelessness.
When she finished, she dried, then wrapped her towel 
 around her damp body. But she didn’t leave the room. 
 She sat on one of the benches instead, until Razor 
 finally came back. When he did he had with him an 
 outfit for her to wear which was almost appropriate. 
 Of course, she’d rather have gone home and changed, 
 but she had to go to school. And this saved him a 
 trip. 
She dressed slowly, practically in silence. Razor said 
 nothing, but he did watch. He watched as she pulled 
 the white-cotton panties up her slender young legs. He 
 watched as she snapped the pleated gray skirt around 
 her hips. Then he watched as she pulled on the bra, 
 and then the shirt.
It was obviously one of the outfits the strippers at 
 the bar might wear onstage. The skirt was short, grey 
 and pleated; the shirt was a white button-up; the 
 socks reached to just below her knees and were black. 
 The panties and bra were white. 
Thankfully, the “Catholic girl” outfit wasn’t as tight 
 as she had expected. It was almost comfortable. If the 
 skirt itself hadn’t been so short, she would have been 
 a lot more comfortable, though.
After getting dressed Tina brushed out her hair and 
 pulled it back behind her head in a short ponytail 
 with a hair tie. She hadn’t the energy to do anything 
 special. After that she brushed her teeth, and then 
 finally applied a little make-up.
There was still that slight bruise around her eye, but 
 it was hardly noticeable at all, now. She powdered it 
 lightly, and added just a hint of shadow. It 
 disappeared. Then she added a bit of lipstick, 
 lavender, and practiced a “normal” smile in the 
 mirror. 
She didn’t feel normal at all, but her reflection 
 looked fine. No evidence of the previous night’s 
 activities. 
As she sat there, fully made up and ready for the day, 
 Tina tried to get out of going to school suddenly. She 
 meekly explained to her new boss that she hadn’t the 
 energy, but Razor would have none of it. He insisted 
 she go. For her own good, he explained, because it was 
 so important to her. 
She finally gave up. She didn’t have the heart to tell 
 him that she’d realized the truth: that it obviously 
 wasn’t important to her. Not anymore. The sad 16-year-
 old knew, now, that the future she’d dreamed about for 
 so long—college, family, hope—was over. But she 
 couldn’t tell him that.
During the drive to Madison High he didn’t say much, 
 except that he was “proud” of her for doing such a 
 good job the night before. As he continued to talk 
 about it, Tina actually began to feel a bit of pride, 
 too. She was an amateur, a complete amateur, but had 
 managed to upstage even Lucy! The Oilmen had requested 
 Tina for the next time they were in town. They wanted 
 her.
By the time they reached the school, Tina was smiling 
 softly and even asking advice of Razor: like how to 
 increase tips, whether she should have stayed awake, 
 etc. She was looking at the situation in a more 
 positive light, now. She had been good at it, had made 
 Razor happy, and the confused girl desperately wanted 
 to hang on to those two positives.
After he parked the large SUV in the crowded school 
 lot, he finally gave her a wad of cash. She didn’t 
 have time to count it, so she thrust it into her purse 
 instead. But she felt excited by the touch of so many 
 cold, crisp bills!
How much was that? she wondered. How much had her 
 night of fucking been worth? 
They walked to the building together and Tina noticed 
 a lot of her peers staring at her, some who knew her 
 and others who didn’t. She felt panicked by that: did 
 they know? Did they know who this strongly built man 
 next to her was, and why he was with her? If they 
 didn’t, they couldn’t have guessed, she realized. 
 Razor was dressed smartly in an expensive brown suit, 
 looking like some wall street professional or 
 something. What a contrast his appearance was to the 
 small, slender teenage girl next to him!
Perhaps the outfit she had on looked sluttier than she 
 had originally thought, though. People were glancing 
 at them as they passed, and she began to realize they 
 were checking her out. She felt a tingle go up her 
 spine at the thought, and a smile form on her face in 
 relief.
At the principle’s office, Razor signed Tina in for 
 the day. One of the vice-principles came out and 
 briefly inquired about Razor, who he was, and why Tina 
 had been absent from school for three days without 
 being called in. Razor was cool and professional 
 throughout the conversation. Eventually he took the 
 overweight administrator off to the side, and all Tina 
 could hear him say was, “I’m her uncle, she’s been 
 sick…”
That statement made the young teenage girl shudder a 
 bit. My Uncle? she thought. 
But whatever else he had said worked. She watched as 
 Razor and the Vice Principal, Mr. Polk, shook hands. 
 Without any further questioning, Tina and Razor left 
 the office. 
She followed Razor back into the hall, still not quite 
 believing she was at school. She hadn’t been here 
 since the preceding Monday, and she felt so different 
 now! The hallway was packed with students getting 
 ready for first hour, and the sights and sounds of it 
 all brought back a sort of normality to the girl she 
 hadn’t expected but definitely welcomed.
Just before he exited the building, Razor smiled at 
 her.
“You really did good, babe,” he said. “We’ll be in 
 touch. Enjoy the money.”
She nodded. After he left she headed straight for the 
 bathroom.
++++++++++
Six-hundred dollars, she thought to herself as she 
 looked down at the wad of bills for the third time. 
 She couldn’t help but smile slightly at the sight of 
 so much money! Six hundred dollars, and it was all 
 hers!
Well, for now at least. She’d be giving some of it to 
 Don and Larry the next day: $300 “and more” she’d told 
 them. She would have to decide how much more. For now, 
 though, she had $600! She’d never had so much money at 
 once in her whole life!
Tina put the money back in her purse, stood, and 
 exited the bathroom stall. She splashed some cold 
 water into her face, careful not to mess up her 
 makeup, before entering the hallway again. The first 
 hour bell had rung while she was in the bathroom, so 
 she hurried to her class through the deserted halls, 
 anxious not to get caught without a pass by a teacher 
 or administrator.
She made it through the first few classes alright, 
 though at several points she had to force herself to 
 stay awake. She felt incredibly exhausted, physically 
 and mentally. All she wanted to do was sleep.
Usually the young girl would socialize in the halls 
 between classes, but today each of her teachers wanted 
 to see her before she could leave. She was handed 
 piles of homework by each of them, and Tina wondered 
 if she’d ever have the energy to get it all done. Or 
 if it even mattered, now.
Finally lunch came, and Tina headed straight to the 
 cafeteria after unloading her books into her locker. 
 When she got there the large room was loud and packed 
 with students. Tina ignored the lunch lines, not 
 feeling hungry at all, and made her way to her regular 
 table.
“Tina!” Michelle cried as she approached.
Tina couldn’t help but smile. “Hey!” she called back 
 to her friend.
The teenagers hugged briefly. As they did, Michelle 
 whispered in her ear, “I like the outfit!”
Tina blushed at that, then grinned wryly at her 
 friend. “Thanks,” she replied. She had to admit that 
 she was getting a lot of positive attention for her 
 attire. Even now she could feel guys behind her 
 staring at her backside, wondering perhaps if she 
 would bend over so they could get a quick peak at her 
 butt…
Instead, Tina took a seat at the small round table 
 next to Michelle. She was greeted by her other three 
 friends sitting there: Lengths, the slender, punk-
 garbed “cool guy” of the group; Melissa, a short, 
 busty girl who had been dating Lengths for almost a 
 year now; and Spider, a burn-out who had held the 
 nickname so long no one could remember why he had it 
 anymore. 
Tina was ready with her lie about being sick, and 
 launched into it as soon as Spider asked where she’d 
 been. Her friends seemed to believe her, but then 
 again they probably didn’t care enough to even 
 question it. She could have just told them she was 
 skipping, and they’d have been cool.
It felt good to talk with kids her age again, Tina 
 thought. Since Monday she’d only really spoken much 
 with Razor and Joey. Even though the lunchroom was 
 incredibly loud she hung on every word her friends 
 said. Mostly they talked about music and school 
 gossip. Tina loved it.
Finally the girl asked Michelle, “So, what’s the plan 
 with the party?”
“I don’t know,” Michelle said, wrinkling her nose. “My 
 mom told me this morning I have to babysit my sister 
 until at least ten. Fucking sucks!”
Tina frowned. “You can still go though, right?”
Lengths jumped in, his voice soft and articulate as 
 usual. “Yes, we’re still going. I’m driving you and 
 Melissa. Spider will bring Michelle when she’s done 
 watching the Brat.”
Tina grinned at that. Everyone referred to Michelle’s 
 little sister, Andrea, as “the Brat”. She was only 13, 
 but was incredibly full of herself and treated all of 
 Michelle’s friends like garbage. She was the type who 
 would—and had—tell on her older sister in a heartbeat, 
 just to get her into trouble. 
“It still sucks,” Michelle griped. “I mean, I’m the 
 reason we’re even going to this thing! And you all get 
 to go before of me…”
“You’ll still be there,” Tina offered. “I bet the 
 party doesn’t even get fun until after ten, anyways.”
“I’m still not sure I even wanna go,” Spider said 
 gruffly. “I fucking hate college parties.”
“And when have you ever been to a college party?” 
 Lengths inquired. Everyone laughed at that.
“Fuck you, man,” Spider snapped. “I been to ‘em. Just 
 not with you losers.”
Just then the bell rang, and the students of Madison 
 High began making their way out of the cafeteria. Tina 
 said goodbye to her friends, except Michelle whose 
 locker was right across from her own. 
As they walked the halls Michelle gripped her friend 
 by her arm excitedly, then said, “Oh, I almost 
 forgot!”
“Forgot what?” Tina asked suspiciously.
“Come on!” Michelle urged.
The smaller teen allowed Michelle to pull her in the 
 direction of a girl’s bathroom. The two made their way 
 inside, and found it empty. To Tina’s surprise 
 Michelle continued urging her forward until they 
 entered a stall together.
“What’s going on?” Tina asked, annoyed. She was 
 crammed in the small bathroom stall with her best 
 friend, and for the life of her the exhausted girl 
 couldn’t figure out why.
Michelle just grinned slyly. The long-haired tan 
 beauty then reached down to her jeans and began 
 undoing them.
Realization slowly dawned on Tina’s young face. The 
 contest! She’d forgotten all about it. And suddenly 
 she realized she’d forgotten this morning, too, when 
 she’d decided to wear the panties Razor had handed her 
 back at the club.
Tina sighed, and began to just admit she’d lost. But 
 then, as she stared at her friend’s large breasts 
 straining against her designer blouse, Tina let her 
 eyes drop to her friend’s waist. Michelle’s well 
 manicured fingers twisted the button of her jeans out 
 of its clasp, and then slowly unzipped the tight 
 pants.
Swallowing hard, Tina continued to watch nervously as 
 her friend struggled to push the pants down. She 
 nearly fell forward into Tina as she did. The small 
 blonde caught her friend, who was giggling quietly, 
 and Tina couldn’t help but feel a little turned on.
Jesus, no! Tina thought to herself. This wasn’t the 
 first time she’d been aroused by her best friend, but 
 it was the first time she’d been completely conscious 
 of it. It was embarrassing.
Finally Michelle had managed to push the tight jeans 
 down to just above he knees. Tina kept her eyes locked 
 on Michelle’s, her face serious and unwilling to 
 glance downwards again. 
“Go on, look!” Michelle whispered.
Tina inhaled slowly, and then cast her pretty eyes 
 downward. Sure enough, Michelle wasn’t wearing any 
 panties. Between her legs a tuft of trimmed brown hair 
 was plainly visible. 
“Okay,” Tina whispered. “You win, then, I guess.”
Michelle continued grinning as she pulled her pants 
 back up. Without clasping them again she said, “Let me 
 see…”
Tina rolled her eyes. “Do I have to? I told you, you 
 won!”
Without a word, Michelle reached down to Tina’s skirt, 
 and began slowly pulling it up. 
Tina huffed in feigned annoyance, and crossed her arms 
 over he chest. The truth was, she felt even more 
 turned on by her friend’s bold behavior. But she 
 didn’t dare let on. 
When he skirt was up to her waist, she felt Michelle’s 
 left hand slide down while her right held it up. Tina 
 breathed out audibly, trying to sound annoyed. Then 
 her best friend’s hand slid down to her ass.
Their bodies were incredibly close. Tina could feel 
 Michelle’s breath on her neck as she confirmed that 
 Tina was indeed wearing panties. Tina’s body shivered 
 at the touch of her friend’s hand on her tight round 
 butt, and began to wonder how long she’d rub her 
 there.
It was definitely out of character for Michelle to 
 behave this way. Always flirtatious with the boys, 
 Michelle had only very rarely been so with Tina—and 
 then, never like this. Confirming the presence of 
 panties all the other days of their contest had been 
 handled quickly either on the bus, or right after 
 school, and always with just a peak. Intimate physical 
 contact had never been made between the two before 
 now.
She heard her friend giggling playfully as she 
 continued to rub Tina’s panty-covered butt. Tina 
 realized this was some sort of joke for the girl. The 
 flustered teen wished it was just that for her, too. 
 But the fact was her knees were beginning to tremble, 
 and she was quickly growing aroused.
“Okay,” Michelle said after what seemed like forever, 
 “You lose!” She let go of her friend’s ass, gave it a 
 friendly slap, and stepped back.
Tina, breathing heavily, just nodded. “I told you,” 
 she whispered.
“Remember the contest, right?” Michelle grinned as she 
 began to snap her jeans together.
“Yeah,” Tina sighed. “You get the panties and give ‘em 
 to whoever you want, and I owe you a favor—“
Tina was interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door 
 opening. She heard the voices of several girls 
 entering the room, and her heart froze in panic.
“Quick!” Michelle hissed, pushing her pants back down 
 until they were around her ankles.
Confused, Tina made way for her friend who wobbled by 
 her in the tight space. When she was past, Tina felt 
 Michelle grab her around the waist and pull her back 
 and down. Michelle had taken a seat on the toilet, and 
 now Tina was sitting on her lap. 
“What—?” Tina began.
“Shh!” Michelle whispered in her ear. “Put your legs 
 up so they only see my feet!” 
Tina understood. She threw her legs upward and placed 
 them against the door of the stall. From the outside, 
 the new occupants of the bathroom would only see one 
 pair of feet on the floor, just as it should be.
Tina’s heart raced as she kept her feet pressed 
 against the door. She could hear the voices of girls 
 outside along with running water. They were probably 
 adjusting their makeup in the mirror, Tina thought.
As she waited upon her best friend’s lap, Tina 
 realized that her skirt had ridden up to around her 
 waist. She became aware, too, of Michelle’s hands 
 gently gripping her by her hips. The hands weren’t 
 simply laying there, though: they seemed to be gently 
 massaging her.
“Michelle?” Tina whispered, feeling awkward and 
 embarrassed.
“Shh,” her friend hissed in her ear.
Then the aroused teenager felt her friend’s thumbs 
 hook under the waistband of her panties, and began 
 pushing them toward Tina’s feet. Startled, Tina 
 whispered a bit too loudly, “What are you–!”
“SHH!” Michelle hissed loudly in her ear.
Both teens froze in place for a moment as they 
 listened. The girls outside the stall were still 
 chatting loudly, oblivious to what was going on in the 
 stall right behind them.
Slowly, Michelle continued pushing Tina’s panties 
 toward her outstretched knees. Michelle explained, 
 just loud enough to be heard, “You owe me these, 
 remember?”
Tina nodded in response. As quietly as she could, she 
 placed her hands against the walls to either side of 
 her for leverage and lifted up her butt from 
 Michelle’s waist. As soon as she did Michelle pushed 
 the panties quickly so that they cleared Tina’s ass. 
The now trembling girl gently sat her naked butt back 
 down onto Michelle’s bare lap. The contact of flesh 
 sent sparks of heat through the young girl. She 
 wondered if Michelle was feeling anything like this, 
 or if it was all a game to her.
“Get them off,” her friend whispered.
Awkwardly, Tina reached down to her knees and pushed 
 her panties the rest of the way to her ankles. She 
 then leaned back against Michelle’s large breasts and 
 pulled one foot away from the door, out of her 
 panties. After pressing that foot back against the 
 stall door for leverage, Tina stretched out her hand 
 until she could reach it. She quickly grabbed her 
 dangling panties and placed her foot back against the 
 door.
Tina felt incredibly aroused. Her skirt was still 
 hiked up around her waist, and Michelle’s hands were 
 now boldly placed midway up her thighs. Part of her 
 wanted to spread her legs apart, but Tina still didn’t 
 know what Michelle had in mind. Was this all some 
 game, some flirtation? Or did she want to go further? 
 Did Tina want to let her?
She knew she did. Already she could feel her pussy 
 tingling, itching to be touched. Subconsciously she 
 squirmed her naked butt into Michelle’s waist, and 
 then stopped herself. 
No matter what, Tina thought, I let her make the next 
 move.
She sat there for another long moment, her panties 
 clenched in her hands, before Michelle did just that. 
 She could feel her friend’s hands slide excruciatingly 
 slowly up her thighs, toward her exposed pussy. Just 
 then Tina wished she could look into Michelle’s eyes. 
 She wanted to see her expression, see if she was 
 grinning slyly or seductively; she wanted to know if 
 her friend was having fun at her expense, or was 
 actually as aroused as she was.
More voices could be heard outside in the bathroom, 
 now. Both Tina and Michelle could hear the girls who 
 had been there greeting a couple more. Tina wondered 
 for a moment if they were all skipping class together 
 or something. Certainly, all of them—including Tina 
 and Michelle- were late for their next hour.
Tina didn’t care. She wanted to see how far Michelle 
 would go. But as her tanned friend’s hands got less 
 than an inch away from Tina’s bare cunt, she stopped. 
 Suddenly Tina wondered if this was the end of 
 Michelle’s game. Or, perhaps, she was finally feeling 
 nervous, too?
She had to find out. With her heart pounding in her 
 chest, Tina slowly slid her feet apart on the door. As 
 she did she moved her butt forward, as casually as 
 possible. It was the subtlest way she could think of 
 to let Michelle know it was alright to continue.
Plus, now her legs were parted, right up to her pussy.
The muscles in her legs were straining as she waited. 
 At first Michelle didn’t do anything. Maybe she was 
 shocked, Tina worried. Maybe she knew what she was 
 doing, and couldn’t believe it. In any case, at least 
 she hadn’t done anything that she couldn’t explain 
 away later if Michelle got weird.
But then her fears were washed away when Michelle’s 
 hands gently began moving again. This time rather than 
 simply going up the top of her thighs, Tina felt them 
 slide between them. 
Just then the two girls heard the stall right next to 
 them open, and one of the teenagers from outside enter 
 it. It was dangerous enough having them outside, but 
 now one was right next door! Surely Michelle wouldn’t 
 continue now, Tina thought in disappointment.
She could feel her pussy getting damp as she waited. 
 Michelle’s fingers were so close to it that Tina found 
 herself focusing on the small space between Michelle’s 
 hands and her own cunt, forgetting everything else. 
 The feeling of her friend’s hands against her inner 
 thighs was almost painful— she wanted more! She found 
 herself staring down at them, trying to will them to 
 touch her where her entire body needed them…
And then Michelle’s left hand boldly fulfilled Tina’s 
 wishes. Slowly, quietly, it moved upon her damp pussy, 
 and pressed there, causing Tina to sigh loudly with 
 pleasure. She caught herself before the sigh turned 
 into something more audible, thankfully.
Tina squirmed against her friend’s intruding fingers, 
 which were continuing their probe of her lightly 
 fuzzed mound. Tina gripped her crumpled panties 
 tightly in her hands when Michelle’s index finger 
 suddenly began sliding up and down her wet slit.
It was as if Michelle had made up her mind. She’d 
 crossed the point of no return now, and Tina didn’t 
 care. Michelle pushed away the folds of her labia, 
 gathering Tina’s juices around it, and Tina bit her 
 lower lip to prevent herself from moaning. She 
 couldn’t believe what was happening! She wanted to cum 
 now, right here, more than anything.
And then Michelle’s finger found the hole of her 
 vagina, hesitated a moment, and finally pressed inside 
 the squirming sixteen year old. Tina’s body froze as 
 it entered her. She wanted to moan in pleasure but 
 restrained herself. The voices of the girls in the 
 bathroom could still be heard. Thankfully, though, she 
 heard their neighbor exit her stall and rejoin them.
Tina risked panting softly, hoping no one but Michelle 
 could hear her as her friend began to finger her 
 expertly. Neither said a word to each other. Tina was 
 afraid of breaking the mood by saying something, and 
 she figured Michelle either felt the same way or was 
 just too embarrassed. She leaned back into her friend, 
 feeling her large breasts against her back as she 
 enjoyed the tantalizing feeling between her legs. 
As her best friend slid her finger in and out of 
 Tina’s hole she found herself growing to a powerful 
 orgasm. Michelle was moving quickly, but deliberately, 
 making sure to rub at her clitty just long enough to 
 drive her crazy before plunging her finger back into 
 Tina’s tight cunt.
Just as Tina was about to cum, she heard the girl’s 
 outside the stall leave. When she heard the door slam 
 shut with a loud echo, she hissed out more loudly than 
 she had up to this point. 
Michelle seemed energized by this, and began plunging 
 her finger in and out from her friend’s cunt while 
 Tina squirmed. Tina could feel Michelle’s other hand 
 gripping her at the waist, almost trying to hold her 
 still. But the horny sixteen year old couldn’t help 
 but buck her body violently; she felt consumed by the 
 feelings she was experiencing.
And then the teenager came, her entire young body 
 rippling with excitement and lust. She couldn’t 
 believe how wonderful it felt, as good as any orgasm 
 she’d had, maybe. Was it the fact that it was another 
 girl doing it? She didn’t care anymore.
When she finished climaxing Tina breathed heavily and 
 waited to see what Michelle would do. Her friend 
 didn’t say a word, but had stopped playing with her 
 pussy. She had sensed her friend’s orgasm, and though 
 she let her fingers remain between her legs, had 
 stopped fingering her there.
Slowly, Tina stood up from Michelle’s lap. She 
 straightened her skirt before turning around slowly 
 and looking at her friend.
She looked so alluring right now. She was naked from 
 the waist down, her jeans crumpled around her ankles. 
 Her smooth, tan legs seemed to be shuddering with 
 lust, and her large chest was heaving with desire. Her 
 eyes were on the floor, though, as if they couldn’t 
 meet Tina’s gaze.
Tina, still feeling warm and aroused form her orgasm, 
 slowly dropped to her knees. She almost said 
 something, but once again remained quiet.
Michelle looked down at her in surprise as she knelt 
 upon the linoleum tile of the bathroom floor. But 
 before she could do anything about it Tina had placed 
 her head between Michelle’s delicious thighs. 
It wasn’t like Tina to be so bold, and she wondered if 
 the last few days had changed her. Right now it didn’t 
 matter. She inhaled deeply from her friend’s 
 glistening mound, just as Michelle’s hands came down 
 on her head.
“Wait,” Michelle said, her voice soft and breathy.
Tina ignored her. After all, she wasn’t stopping her. 
 Slowly she reached up one hand, and lightly touched 
 her fingers against her friend’s pussy.
Michelle gasped at the sensation, but it was a sound 
 of pleasure. Encouraged, Tina moved her head in close 
 and slowly stuck out her tongue. When it made contact 
 with the pressed folds of Michelle’s labia, Tina 
 shuddered in delight. The sounds of her best friend 
 panting above her only excited Tina more.
A part of her realized how insane this was. Not only 
 that she was beginning to eat out her best friend, but 
 that she was doing it in a bathroom stall! How 
 twisted, she thought to herself. How depraved. Yet she 
 felt overcome with the desire to please her friend, to 
 bring her to an orgasm at least on par with the one 
 she’d just received.
And, of course, Michelle still wasn’t stopping her. If 
 the tanned beauty had any reservations about this she 
 wasn’t voicing them.
Soon Tina was licking Michelle’s slit up and down, 
 inexpertly but with a certain degree of enthusiasm 
 that made up for it. As her friend became slicker from 
 both her own juices and the saliva off Tina’s tongue, 
 Tina found it easier to continue pleasuring her 
 friend.
She reached out her hands to the floor for leverage, 
 and found the ceramic toilet Michelle was sitting on 
 instead. She grabbed it and continued to press her 
 face forward into Michelle’s cunt, determined to get 
 her friend off. Michelle seemed almost ready to Tina: 
 she had spread her thighs as far apart as possible 
 with her jeans still around her ankles, and was also 
 pressing her hands against the walls of the stall. The 
 rate of her panting had picked up, too.
“Oh my God, Tina,” he friend whimpered. The sound of 
 her voice excited Tina all the more. She found the 
 small hole of Michelle’s young pussy and began 
 flicking her tongue over it, pressing onto it and 
 making Michelle nearly cry out.
Then she allowed her tongue to enter her best friend’s 
 body. When she did, Michelle gripped her head and 
 suddenly cried out, much too loudly. Tina didn’t care. 
 She twirled her tongue around inside her friend’s 
 pussy, enjoying the taste of the girl who had so 
 suddenly become her lover.
Finally, Michelle stopped her. Looking up, Tina saw 
 that her best friend’s face was flushed, her eyes half 
 opened. She looked stoned. Tina grinned at that, then 
 after a breathless moment she stood up.
She had no idea what to say. Apparently, neither did 
 Michelle. Her friend had a sloppy grin on her face, 
 but wouldn’t make eye contact with her. She stood, 
 suddenly, and began pulling up her jeans.
Tina turned and snuck out of the stall. It wouldn’t do 
 to get caught now, she figured. They’d already risked 
 so much. But it had been worth it, too, she thought to 
 herself.
She stared at herself in the mirror. Her face 
 glistened with Michelle’s juices. Feeling completely 
 giddy, she turned on one of the sinks and splashed the 
 water into her face.
Her friend came out from the stall soon after. She, 
 too, appeared giddy. She nearly stumbled out of the 
 stall, then giggled at her own clumsiness and joined 
 Tina at the sink to wash her hands.
“That’s crazy, huh?” Michelle said, happily. But Tina 
 could sense a touch of embarrassment in her voice, 
 too.
“Yeah,” she agreed quickly. “Totally.”
“Can’t believe we did that!” Michelle giggled 
 stupidly. “I mean, what if we’d been caught? Jesus, 
 can you imagine!”
Tina giggled, too. She turned to her friend, her heart 
 beginning to slow its incessant beating. “Pretty 
 stupid, I guess,” she admitted.
Michelle didn’t seem to hear her. “I mean, I’ve never 
 even kissed a girl, and now…”
“Yeah, I know,” Tina interrupted.
The two stood their awkwardly for a moment, neither 
 knowing what else to say. Finally, Tina built up 
 enough courage to admit, “It was… fun, though…”
“Yeah!” Michelle quickly agreed. Tina couldn’t be sure 
 if she meant it, though. Was she okay with what had 
 happened? Or did she feel embarrassed and filled with 
 regret? Tina could sympathize with the latter, but she 
 didn’t feel that way herself right now. In fact, she 
 felt no regret whatsoever.
“Well, we’re gonna keep this secret, right?” Michelle 
 said nervously.
“Definitely!” Tina nodded, a tad disappointed that 
 that was her friend’s biggest concern.
“Okay,” Michelle said, looking relieved.
Another awkward moment passed between the two teenage 
 girls. Finally Michelle smiled again, and said, “Well, 
 we better go…”
“Yeah,” Tina said. Then, realizing that she was 
 clutching her panties in her hands again she said, 
 “Oh, don’t forget these! You won…”
Michelle took the panties, shoved them in her purse 
 quickly, and nodded. As she turned to leave Tina said, 
 “I’ll see you on the bus!” It was almost a question.
Her friend turned, smiled, and then exited the 
 bathroom.
When she was gone, Tina sighed loudly. She was sure 
 she felt no regret about what had happened, but didn’t 
 feel elated by it, either. After all, her friend might 
 not be feeling the same way.
Michelle had started it, Tina thought to herself. But, 
 after a week of extreme sexual encounters, the girl 
 now knew that just because her friend had started it 
 didn’t mean she didn’t now regret it.
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 END OF CHAPTER EIGHT
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