* An original work by Happy Pappy aka simaddict.
* This story is Fiction. Any resemblence to persons living or dead is purely
coincidental.
* All characters are eighteen or older.
*****
A few weeks after the big snowstorm my best friend Shelly and I were in Gym
class one afternoon. As usual, we showered after class in the girl's locker room.
We had plenty of time because the class was small in size, our town being a
small town with about thirty senior girls.
Shelly and I have been, you know, doing each other ever since we got stranded
in the blizzard and had to sleep together naked. It all started that fateful night in
the motel, a night that took us down a road of no return. If it hadn't been for the
snowstorm, we might never have realized, or admitted for that matter, the sexual
attraction we had for one another. We have gotten together and made love just
about every night since then. We were not obvious about being lovers, or at
least tried not to be, but like Maria said, girls who are into girls unintentionally
send out little signals. They just can't help it.
As we showered, I noticed the new girl, Brea, looking at Shelly a lot. She didn't
stare, but every time she looked up, she looked at Shelly. I wondered what was
up and remembered what Maria told us about girls who like girls sending out
signals. Seeing Brea's interest in Shelly as a signal, I whispered in Shelly's ear
that someone had the hots for her.
"Who?" she wanted to know.
"Don't turn around now," I whispered, "but drop your soap when I say 'now' and
bend over real low to pick it up and flash your pussy directly behind you."
I waited until Brea looked at Shelly again and whispered, 'now,' to Shelly. She
dropped her soap and took the longest time to catch hold of it again, remaining
straight legged and flashing her pussy real good.
Brea stared with eyes widened as she took in the show Shelly was putting on
for her. The poor girl even stopped tying her shoe laces.
"Oh, yeah," I whispered. "We should make friends with Brea, I think she is just
our type. She really has the hots for you."
We dried off quickly before Brea had a chance to leave and Shelly struck up a
conversation with her while we dressed. She was friendly, pretty and sweet,
but sort of quiet and reserved.
I liked Brea already, though I didn't have much chance to talk to her. But talking
with her more now, I got to like her a lot. Brea was always quiet when she was
around, but most of the time she was never around. It's hard to get close to
someone like that. But she sure was making my pussy throb, watching me as I
pulled on my panties.
"You live one block behind me, don't you?" Shelly asked her.
"Yeah," Brea smiled. "We don't live too far apart."
"Well, we ought to get together sometime, the three of us, and just hang out. I'd
like to get to know you better."
"Me, too, Brea," I added.
"Yeah, I'd like that," Brea smiled.
"How about this afternoon... unless you have something planned?"
"That's fine," she said. "I can't stay late, I have to take care of my horse."
"You have a horse? Awesome," said Shelly. Okay, see you after school."
*
We were sitting in the living room, watching TV when the doorbell rang. I was
wearing my knit mini dress and high boots and Shelly a short denim skirt, white
blouse and high heel shoes. Shelly let Brea in and we sat and talked about our
interests for a good hour. Brea was wearing jeans, boots, and a flannel shirt.
We had so many things in common to talk about and I was amazed how sweet
and really likeable Brea was once you get to know her.
Running out of things to talk about I suggested we dance. Shelly put on some of
her parent's fifties Rock 'N Roll, the best dance music I know of, and we did some
boogie and some twist. We traded partners through a few songs, then things got
a little racy. Shelly and I were dancing a slow, doo-wah, belt buckle polisher. We
began dancing a good distance apart but soon were dancing as close as you can
get and still be two people.
The next song was slower yet, and I asked Brea to dance with me. I told her I'd
lead and we started dancing at a safe distance, but got closer until I was
bumping and grinding my pelvis into hers. Only a girl interested in girls would
stand for that, other girls would want to leave. Brea didn't even try to leave.
Instead, she held me close and breathed heavily in my ear.
I put my hands on her butt cheeks and pulled her close, doing some dirty
dancing, sliding my crotch up and down her leg. She was breathing heavy and
held me closer. My thigh between her legs was bumping solidly against her
pussy. Her heavy breathing revealed her sexual arousal.
Shelly tapped me on the shoulder to cut in and took up exactly where I left off. I
sat on the sofa in an excited state, watching them dirty dance. I spread my legs
slightly and began to rub my panty gusset. Brea would watch my hand whenever
she was facing me. She slid her hands down Shelly's back and let them rest on
Shelly's perfect butt cheeks.
The song ended and they stood close for a moment.
"Let's go upstairs to my bedroom," Shelly suggested breathlessly.
"But, your parents..." Brea said fearfully.
"Won't be home till after six," Shelly assured her.
Brea looked at me as I sat with my hand on my panty gusset, fingers slowly
caressing my slit.
"Alicia too?" she asked.
"If you'd like," I answered.
"Yes."
*
In the bedroom, we sat on the bed to talk.
"I invited you here because I wanted us to be good friends, Brea. I think we have
a lot in common. I know that you don't have a lot of friends around here yet...
and I'd like to change that."
"You're right about that, I was always too quiet and shy to make many friends."
"We were wondering if you'd like to join our special club," Shelly began. "It has
only two rules to follow to remain an active member. You must keep your pussy
shaved clean and you must make love to one of us at least once a week.
"Alright," Brea agreed without hesitation.
"What club?" I asked, totally bewildered.
"Our all girl sex club," Shelly winked.
"Oh, yeah, that club... How did you know we were into girls," I asked Brea.
"I could just tell."
"Have you ever been with a girl before?" Shelly asked.
"No, but I've thought a lot about doing it, and I've seen enough to know a little
about it."
"Seen enough? What do you mean?" I asked her.
"My mother is single because she doesn't like men much. She would invite lady
friends over to party and she would forget about me. I saw all kinds of stuff;
some of the women wanted me to join in but I wasn't interested in them."
"Geez, your mother is a lesbian?" Shelly exclaimed. "Well, we're not lesbians,
we're bisexual. We're lipstick girls. Those manish looking lesbians who want
to look like a man but couldn't make a pimple on a real man's ass freak me out."
"Yeah, I know what you mean, I'm the same way I surmised you were bisexuals,
seeing you have boyfriends. I've been with a few boys, not often but I'm not a virgin
anymore. I just decided I want to be bisexual, too."
"Wow, what made you decide that?" I asked.
"Seeing you and Shelly in the shower," was her quick reply. "I saw how you
touched each other without embarrassment... and you both have such beautiful
bodies, I... I, ah...
"You got the hots for us," Shelly finished.
"Well... yes."
"Well, Alicia is a very sexy girl, so I can't blame you there."
"You're not bad looking yourself," I told Shelly.
"You're both hot. I'm so glad we're going to be friends," Brea said sincerely.
"You're hot too, Brea, don't let anyone kid you there," Shelly told her.
"So, do you want us to shave you now?" I asked.
"Yeah, alright! I'd like that," Brea giggled.
We watched one another undress, then plodded along to the bathroom like it was
the school locker room. Shelly did the honors of trimming and shaving Brea's
pussy nice and smooth, I stood in the doorway and watched.
The job done, Brea stood and proudly turned around slowly to let us look at her
beautiful naked body. Shelly and I copped a little feel, caressing her naked flesh
as she did so. Shelly took her in her arms and kissed her. They clutched each
other's butt cheeks and pulled one another close, grinding their pussies together
as they kissed I stepped in to join them in a three way embrace, sliding my
hand to Brea's smooth pussy lips and slipping my fingers inside to find it wet
already.
"You're really ready for this, aren't you, Brea?!" I exclamed.
"Oh, yes! I want it so badly," was her reply.
I felt Brea's breasts, which were larger than Shelly's or mine, but still firm and not
saggy. I gently pulled her hand to me and placed it on my smooth pussy, which
made her moan with delight as her fingers explored me. She moved her fingers
in me hungrily, it probably being the first pussy she's felt beside her own.
Shelly led the way back to her bed where she laid down, guiding Brea's hungry
mouth between her legs to give Brea her first taste of pussy. Brea loved it and
swooned as she lapped the juicy folds of Shelly's joy box.
I got behind Brea and raised her hips until she was on her knees. I had a choice
to make between her puckered, pink little asshole or her freshly shaved, puffy
pussy lips. Both looked inviting, but I started by rimming and tongueing her
asshole which caused her to howl with delight.
I soon moved down to her pouting pussy lips and was the first to taste her sweet
pussy juices. She spread her knees wider to give me more access to her pussy
as I drove her wild with my tongue on her clit. My hand was pumping two fingers
into my love hole. I took those fingers out and put them into Brea's love hole,
which made her orgasm on the spot. I felt the muscles of her pussy convulsing,
clamping tightly around my fingers then releasing them in cadence with her
spasms. The muscles of her vulva spasming and contracting made her pretty
little puckered hole wink at me. She pressed her cooter back against my hand,
offering me her open pussy freely and completely.
Brea pushed me down on the bed and absolutely attacked my pussy with her
tongue. She put her tongue in my love hole as far as it would go, then moved up
to doggie-kiss my clit. Shelly got on her knees and masturbated as she watched
Brea slurp up my love juices. I howled with release as an orgasm racked my
body. Hearing Shelly's high pitched squeals, I knew she was coming too.
Shelly began working her tongue expertly in Brea's pussy and soon Brea had
another orgasm, gasping with great pleasure. I could relate to the feeling Brea
was experiencing, being well aware of how good Shelly is with her tongue.
We would have loved to continue our fun and games but time was running out, so
we got dressed and went downstairs to the living room. We made a date with
Brea to meet at her house on Friday night.