This is a work of complete fiction. It involves the cast of the Facts of Life TV show in fictional lesbian situations. If you are offended by underage private school girls having lesbian sex, I urge you to stop reading now.
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The year was 1980. Pretty, blonde,15-year-old Blair Warner had returned to Eastland Academy for the fall semester. Eastland was a private boarding school for girls in Peekskill, New York. Peekskill was only 50 miles by train from Manhattan, but with the clean air and generous greenery, it seemed a million miles from the hustle and bustle of the Big Apple.
Blair had spent the summer with her mother in France. Upon returning to school, Blair realized there had been many changes among the student body: Irksome Molly Parker had transferred to parts unknown, and boy-crazy Nancy Olson had gotten knocked up by her always-horny boyfriend, Roger. Blair found out that Nancy's parents had flown her to Paris for an abortion, and she would be attending school in a remote area of Switzerland.
The change that would most impact Blair was that her roommate from the previous year, Sue Ann Weaver, had lost her scholarship and would not be returning to Eastland.
Sue Ann was a lively, pretty, athletic blonde from Kansas. Sue Ann was the fastest girl in school and the star of the track team. The perky Sue Ann was well-liked by the entire student body, and they would miss her. For some unknown reason her grades began to slip during the spring semester, and she finished with a GPA lower than what she needed to retain her expensive scholarship.
Blair tried to get either of her divorced parents to intercede and fund Sue Ann's board and tuition. However, Blair was unable to articulate successfully why her parents should spend so much money on a girl that Blair didn't seem to even like.
The one constant for Blair was that Natalie Green and Tootie Ramsey were annoying, and they would not fit into this story.
Blair and Sue Ann obviously came from different worlds and seemed to be rivals at everything. In reality, they were much closer than anyone suspected.
As the girls were getting settled in the common room, they were interrupted by the loud sounds of a small-CC motorcycle revving near the entranceway.
As motorcycle riders were not exactly common visitors to Eastland, the girls rushed to the windows to see. A small-framed boy stepped off the bike. A helmet covered his face, and he was dressed in flared jeans and a jean jacket. One of the girls suggested that he might be a delivery boy or a courier.
As Eastland is an all-girls school, a certain amount of interest is always exhibited when a boy is enters campus. Even Kimberly Drummond's stepbrother's, Arnold and Willis Jackson, had created a great deal of excitement the year before.
The mysterious rider entered the common room and removed "his" helmet. Shaking out the black ponytail on her head, the girls were surprised and disappointed to learn that it was just another teenage girl. Presumably a student. Some of the girls walked away before the new girl could even introduce herself.
"I'm Jo Polniaczek," she firmly announced. Eastland Academy was comprised of the daughters of the wealthy. In some cases, they were genuinely there for the fine education, but many of the girls were there simply to be warehoused by their rich parents who had no time for teenagers. Lucky ones, like Kimberly Drummond, would take the train home on the weekends.
Eastland always had a couple of girls from homes of less-means that were on scholarship. It made the Board of Trustees feel like they were contributing to society. Also, some endowment money needed to be spent.
"Jo" was clearly a scholarship girl. And a not very well dressed one, some of the girls thought.
Blair unhappily surmised that this dykey-looking new girl had probably taken Sue Ann's scholarship.
Mrs. Garrett, the house mother, had been expecting Jo. Jo was a problem girl from a Polish-American broken home in the Bronx. Jo was also an excellent student, having scored 96 out of 100 on the Eastland entrance exam. It was felt that a change of scenery with less distractions would be of benefit to Jo, who possessed college ambitions.
Mrs. Garrett had been fully briefed by Mr. Bradley, the Headmaster, on this new student. Jo had been expelled the previous semester from her Bronx Catholic high school after being caught in the act of eating the pussy of one of the younger nuns. The nun had subsequently been transferred to Nigeria. Jo was lucky to be accepted to Eastland, rather than having to attend some underperforming Bronx public school.
A kind-hearted liberal, Mrs. Garrett felt that same-sex relationships in an all-girls school were inevitable. She had discovered several, and always looked the other way. Even Kimberly Drummond, whose family she used to be a housekeeper for, had enjoyed a brief, sexual tryst with one of the female athletic coaches.
As Jo gathered her few things before Mrs. Garrett showed her to room, she spotted pretty, blonde. blue-eyed, 14-year-old Cindy Webster in a corner of the room. She was wearing small, tight, gym shorts, and an Eastland Track t-shirt. Making eye contact with the young girl, Jo noticed that Cindy had blushed and looked down.
Cindy was the best athlete in the school, and for whatever reason, chose to keep her undeniable beauty under the radar. She usually wore her beautiful blonde hair in braids, or even a Yankees baseball cap, like a much younger girl. Often dressed in athletic shorts, Cindy's long, luscious legs and curvaceous ass couldn't be hidden, as she tried to hide her surprisingly full breasts beneath a tight-fitting sports bra.
Like many teen girls, Cindy felt particularly insecure with the start of the new semester. During the previous school year, Blair had accused her of being an "odd girl," who was "always touching other girls." Mrs. Garrett had counseled her to simply be herself, but deep-down Cindy already knew that she preferred girls and would often sneak peeks at her school friends when they were scantily dressed or emerging from the showers.
Cindy had never acted upon her lesbian desires, but envied girls like her week-day roommate, Kimberly Drummond, who could seemingly have lesbian sex with an adult faculty member, and yet there were no apparent repercussions to her.
It had been fifteen minutes, so it was time for Blair to check her hair and makeup. She headed to her bedroom. She was startled to find the new girl, Jo, unpacking her few belongings, and receiving her new maroon and blue school uniforms.
Blair decided that Jo actually had a pretty face, if a little stern looking. Her hair was long and black, restrained by a ponytail, and she wore the most minimal of makeup. Her height was average, and she had the slight built of a typical 15-year-old. She was a prototypical tomboy, which was fine for a child. At 15 however, it meant "dyke."
At last Blair spoke: "It looks like we're going to be roommates. My name is Blair Warner." She haughtily added, "You may have heard of me." Jo rolled her eyes. "Another rich, egotistical cunt," Jo thought to herself.
Blair, always eager for attention, had already decided that she was going to give this little dyke a show to drive her crazy.
It was a hot September evening in Peekskill as the two girls settled down for the night. Blair was wearing her cutest baby doll nightgown as she brushed her luxurious feathered blondish/light brown hair. Her pretty legs had been professionally waxed and were carefully pointed in Jo's direction.
Getting no reaction from the new girl, Blair exclaimed how hot it was, and walked slowly and sensuously to the window and opened it, making sure that Jo got a good view of her ass. Yawning, Blair pulled the baby doll night gown over her head and was now dressed only in a silky white push-up bra and the tiniest of panties. Jo had the biggest tits in school, and they were overflowing in this bra, yet she was getting no reaction from Jo, who Blair was sure was a lesbian.
Blair turned her back and unfastened her bra, and crawled under her sheet. In some fantasy in Blair's head, Jo would make a pass at her, she would scream, alerting the rest of the girls, and Jo would go back home to the Bronx in disgrace.
But Jo had her eyes on Cindy...
Even though Jo was 15 and Cindy was 14, they shared a couple of classes together. Jo turned on her charm with the pretty, shy blonde, and they soon became friends.
It was pretty clear that sports were going to be the best way for Jo to get into Cindy's panties. Although Eastland was a small school, they managed to put together three sports teams: Field Hockey in the fall, Swimming in the winter, and Track & Field in the spring.
Field Hockey could be a rough sport, and Jo was not averse to mixing it up on the field. At Cindy's encouragement she tried out for the team. Not afraid to make physical contact, Jo was a quick learner, and soon earned a spot in the starting lineup. Jo enjoyed that all of the girls hugged each other tightly after a goal had been scored.
But what Jo most enjoyed most were the showers after practices and games. For whatever reason, the Eastland girls weren't prissy and modest like the girls at her old Catholic school. They had no problem being naked and were in no hurry to cover up. Jo, like many of the other girls, including Kimberly Drummond from the swim team, seemed to proudly display their naked bodies like teenage runway models, sauntering through the locker room aisles with their towels at their sides.
Each girl had carefully shaved legs, but the length and thickness of the girl's pubic hair varied depending upon the ages of each girls. Many of the 13 and 14-year-olds were nearly hairless with small slits.
Jo noticed that the pretty swim coach, Miss Simmons, always seemed present to distribute towels or have some other reason to be in the locker room when the girls were naked. Jo always made sure to walk by Miss Simmons completely nude. Jo had small tits, but they were as perky as any girl's at Eastland. Miss Simmons seemed to note that Jo's pinkish brown nipples usually stood at full attention when she paraded by.
Jo recognized that look in Miss Simmons' eyes. Jo had even heard a rumor that Kimberly Drummond and the attractive young coach once had a thing going. Jo wouldn't mind having some of that from either one of them, but her primary focus remained on her pretty, blonde teammate, 14-year-old Cindy Webster.
One Friday after practice, Jo and Cindy were the last two in the shower stalls, and the last two in the locker room. Jo made sure that she was at the showerhead closest to Cindy. The showers were a long open area and contained no individual stalls.
Both naked teens looked enticing under the shimmering water. Both girls had lean bodies and flat stomachs. Jo had a comparatively thick, dark pubic area that glimmered from the water droplets. Cindy had a sparsely-filled pubic bush with hair as blonde as those on her head.
Jo carefully soaped her body, making sure not to neglect her nether regions with soap while in Cindy's view. Pretending not to stare at Cindy, Jo looked at the pretty girl through the corner of her eye. She noticed that Cindy was staring back. That was a good sign.
In her sweetest voice, Jo asked Cindy if she would like for her to wash her back. Cindy was speechless, but gave a little crooked smile and nodded her head. Jo, still wet and naked, walked slowly the couple of feet to Cindy. Now she wouldn't have to hide looking at Cindy's beautiful naked body.
Jo lathered her hands with as much soap as she could muster, and began to slowly and sensuously massage the soap into Cindy's back, flipping her braids out of the way so as not to get them soapy. Cindy tried her best to play things cool, but eventually let out an audible sigh at Jo's surprisingly tender touch.
Cindy's reaction was a green light for Jo. She pressed her body against Cindy's. Jo's small breasts were poking Cindy's back, and Jo's crotch was pressed firmly against Cindy's athletic butt. Jo reached around Cindy with both hands, and began to soap up Cindy's flat abdomen.
Jo placed her head over Cindy's right shoulder, and began to give little kisses on her neck and ear.
Receiving no complaints or resistance, Jo moved her hands up to Cindy's ample breasts. At 14-years-old, Cindy was blessed with nearly C-cup pointy breasts that seemed to defy the laws of gravity.
Knowing that they could be caught and expelled at any moment, Jo took the time to cop a good feel, and gently pinch Cindy's pink, erect nipples.
Saying mysteriously, "Let's continue this tonight," Jo returned to her own nearby showerhead.
Cindy and Kimberly were roommates, but Kimberly trekked back to her Manhattan penthouse home so often that Cindy regularly had the bedroom to herself. This did not go unnoticed by Jo, who waited until a Friday when she was sure that Kimberly had left Eastland for the weekend.
Quietly creeping down the hallway, Jo was trying to make as little noise as possible as she searched in the dark for Cindy's room. As Jo owned no sexy lingerie, Jo was dressed in pair of boyish pajamas. She was pretty sure that Blair was asleep when she got out of bed.
Jo slowly turned the handle on Cindy's door and tiptoed inside. Cindy was still awake and waiting nervously. Jo had not specified what time she would be by, and Cindy began to wonder if she was being taken for a fool after being felt up in the shower.
Jo put two fingers to her lips to give the "shhh" sign. Jo peeled off her pajama tops and bottoms. She wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Naked, and staring down at Cindy, Jo lifted the covers and snuggled her body against the 14-year-old, whispering in her ear, "You're the prettiest girl in school and I want to make love to you."
Before Cindy could respond, Jo delivered a passionate French-kiss. it was Cindy's first kiss, and she would remember it forever.
Jo's hands began to roam freely over Cindy's body. Jo was frustrated that under the covers she was unable to see what she was doing. Throwing back the bedcovers, Jo discovered that Cindy was wearing an undersized New York Yankees t-shirt, and a pair of yellow bikini panties that somewhat matched her blonde hair.
Cindy's growing breasts were stretching the fabric of the tight, white t-shirt. Jo's hand reached for the yellow panties. Jo rubbed softly until she found the telltale crease between Cindy's legs.
Gazing at the beautiful young girl, Jo wanted to forever remember the sight of Cindy's luscious body.
Jo lifted Cindy's t-shirt above her breasts. Cindy sat still. Her pointy, full breasts stood straight up in the air. Jo fondled them, pushing and pulling on them like bakers' dough. Eventually she squeezed them together and began to devour them with her mouth. Cindy was afraid that the noisy slurping sounds would wake the girls in the next room. Cindy gave her own "shh" sign, and Jo quieted down, while never taking a breast out of her greedy mouth.
Cindy removed her panties, then Jo laid atop Cindy to more easily kiss her, grabbing the blonde's tongue with her lips. Cindy involuntarily opened her legs, and Jo began to furiously pump the 14-year-old from the missionary position. Cindy had to literally clinch her teeth to keep from moaning. Cindy latched both of her hands on to Jo's firm, white ass, and held on for dear life as she experienced her first orgasm.
Shifting Jo's weight off of her, Cindy began to fondle and kiss Jo's small breasts. It was her first time with a girl, and she was going to enjoy every treasured moment.
Jo knew that she didn't have unlimited time, and couldn't be caught asleep in Cindy's bed, so she crept to the foot of the mattress so that she could have more easy access to Cindy's virgin pussy. Jo tested Cindy's pussy with her fingers, not wanting to break her hymen. Feeling no resistance, Jo assumed that Cindy had broken her cherry while playing sports. With that information, Jo plunged one, two, three fingers deeply into Cindy's tight vagina, while at the same time licking every area that she could reach with her tongue.
Cindy squirmed and squirmed and achieved two quick orgasms. Cindy laid on the bed in a haze. She didn't quite know what had hit her... but she liked it.
Jo sat up in order to put on her pajamas and leave. Cindy jumped up behind Jo, and used both hands to squeeze Jo's breasts, and implored her not to leave. Jo turned around and kissed the teen blonde on her lips, and said, "Don't worry. This isn't over."
Jo quietly sneaked back into the room she shared with Blair. Blair pretended to be asleep, but had noted what time Jo had left, and what time she had returned.
Again, Blair felt insulted that Jo had taken no sexual interest in her. "Wasn't she the Homecoming Queen of the boy's academy? Wasn't she the prettiest girl at Eastland? Hell, in all of Peekskill? Didn't she have the biggest tits of all the girls? What was going on?!"
Jo would make a habit of sneaking into Cindy's room on the nights that Kimberly was away. Cindy soon became a more experienced and giving lover. Jo and Cindy agreed that it was all in fun, and they could each have sex with others whenever they wanted to.
Jo thought to herself, "Kimberly is pretty damn cute. i wonder if she would ever join us some night?"
Winter had arrived. Kimberly Drummond called home to say that she wouldn't be coming home that weekend as Swim season was starting, and she wanted to get in some extra practice in the pool. Her father, Mr. Drummond, saw nothing unusual in this, and said: "O.K., honey. I hope to see you next weekend.
Kimberly was a sexually confused teenage girl. She wasn't sure if she liked boys, or even girls her own age. One time her stepbrother, Willis had procured some dope from his friends in Harlem. The two smoked a good quantity, and later Kimberly had sucked Willis' dick. It turned out she didn't particularly care for penis, but she did like the dope.
Kimberly wasn't really attracted to the skinny girls like herself that she saw naked in the shower every day. She was attracted to adult women, and last school year had started a discreet affair with her swim coach, Miss Simmons.
Lori Simmons was 28 years old and had been an All-American diver at Penn State. She came from a fairly affluent family, and they supplemented her meager salary with a generous monthly stipend. As a woman, she was not expected to become involved with the family business. She was expected to get married and to raise a family. They had indulged her Diving ambitions and knew that she enjoyed coaching and teaching English at Eastland, which was fine for now.
Her parents had discussed the situation with her and agreed that women were getting married and starting families later these days. They were willing to be patient until their athletic daughter met the right man.
Miss Simmons did indeed enjoy teaching and coaching, but she especially enjoyed the easy access to teenage pussy that an all-girls school afforded.
Bundled up against the cold, Kimberly trudged her way into the Peekskill Inn. It was the only upscale hotel in the small town of 20,000. Most Eastland parents would stay there on their very infrequent visits to see their daughters. With a big fur coat and hat, Kimberly would be hard to spot by a casual observer. If she was recognized she had already prepared a cover story that she was going to the inn for a cup of their delicious hot cocoa.
Kimberly went unrecognized as she quietly knocked twice, then once, on the door to room 225. She glanced around both sides of the hallway. There was no one there. The door opened just enough for the 15-year-old to walk through.
Miss Simmons gave her a firm kiss on the lips and helped her to get out of her big coat and hat. Miss Simmons was wearing a new style of bikini. It was from Brazil and was called a string bikini. She spun around to show Kimberly that her entire ass was exposed, except for a tiny string that went up her butt crack. Miss Simmons certainly had the type of body to pull that suit off.
A sun lamp was on in the corner of the room. Miss Simmons preferred to be tan, which was not easy to maintain in upstate New York.
Kimberly's braces had finally been removed a year or so before, and she now enjoyed giving big toothy grins. She gave Miss Simmons a playful pat on the ass as she continued to undress.
Kimberly was one of the prettiest girls at Eastland. In a secret poll she was voted "Best Ass." Blair, unsurprisingly was selected "Best Tits." When not swimming, Kimberly was doing aerobics. She was determined to keep her body tight and fit, and would often admire her own tiny, firm ass in her full-length mirror.
Miss Simmons had a particular fetish for teenage asses, and Kimberly certainly fit the bill in every way.
The one thing that Kimberly was self-conscious about were her small breasts. The really hadn't grown much since she was 13. She was determined that the first thing she would do upon graduation was to go to Beverly Hills for a boob job before she started college.
As Kimberly removed her layers of clothing, she watched Miss Simmons remove the tiny black bikini. Kimberly thought that Miss Simmons looked like a combination of Erin Gray from TV's Battlestar Galactica and Dorothy Hammill, the figure skater.
Miss Simmons was long, lean, and tan like Erin Gray, with a very pretty face. She wore her dark hair in a bob, similar to Dorothy Hammill's. It was a practical cut for a swimmer or any athlete. The young coach and teacher had surprisingly large breasts for a successful diver. They had thrown off her balance as they began to grow while still a teen, and she had to work extra-long hours to compensate for them.
These days they had proven worth it, as she often noticed the discreet glances at her chest from her more nubile pupils.
Miss Simmons sat on a chair in the hotel room and slapped her thighs for the now-naked Kimberly to sit on her lap. She rubbed her dark-haired pussy in anticipation of the pretty teen.
Miss Simmons clutched at Kimberly's naked body, and softly kissed her face. She wished she had more hands, as she couldn't decide if she wanted to fondle Kimberly's perky breasts, or her long, sleek legs. Miss Simmons enjoyed the feel of Kimberly's tight ass shifting on her lap.
The "Do Not Disturb" sign had been placed on the door and the double locks were in place. They would have hours and hours together that day. There was no hurry.
Miss Simmons ran a gentle hand between Kimberly's legs and caressed the outside of her young pussy. Kimberly groaned with pleasure, and put her left arm around Miss Simmons' neck, and played with her tan breasts with her right hand, circling the nipples until they popped out like a turkey thermometer.
Kimberly opened her thin legs wider to give Miss Simmons easier access. Like the hair on her head, Kimberly's pubic hair was a pleasant light brown, and it was sparsely populated like most young girls.
Miss Simmons began open-mouthed kissing the teen and plunged two fingers into Kimberly's not-inexperienced pussy. Kimberly bit her lip and increased her intensity fondling Miss Simmons' breasts.
Miss Simmons was efficient like a piston in masturbating Kimberly's young pussy. Like a metronome, her fingers went in and out of the 15-year-old's pussy. Kimberly had been waiting anxiously all week for this hookup with her pretty coach and exploded in orgasm. Her slender legs quivered uncontrollably. Miss Simmons playfully slapped and petted Kimberly's cooperative pussy.
Miss Simmons lifted Kimberly from her lap and guided her to the bed. The pair had already built up a sexy sweat as they walked the few feet to the mattress. Miss Simmons kept a hand firmly attached to Kimberly's perfect ass.
Kimberly jumped on the bed facing up with her legs already provocatively spread. "Do you mind?" Miss Simmons kindly asked. Kimberly knew what she meant and turned around to kneel on the bed. Kimberly's head rested on the mattress and her pretty butt was raised sexily.
As mentioned, Miss Simmons had a fetish for asses... particularly teenage asses. Kneeling on the bed, she began to kiss and caress Kimberly's beautiful rear end. She put a hand between Kimberly's legs as a signal to spread them wider. She rubbed her hands a few times on the outside of Kimberly's already wet pussy.
Approaching her face closer to the young girl, she began to skillfully and slowly lick Kimberly's pussy. Kimberly's back involuntarily arched when Miss Simmons' tongue entered her tight vagina. Miss Simmons' speed increased and her head moved wildly from up and down and from side to side. Miss Simmons' nose danced around Kimberly's anus from that position.
Kimberly came again violently after a time and collapsed forward on the bed. She was now lying flat on her stomach. Undeterred, Miss Simmons parted Kimberly's butt cheeks with her hand, and drove her tongue deeply into Kimberly's anus. Kimberly moaned, and her legs again shuddered uncontrollably when she orgasmed.
Before having sex with Miss Simmons, Kimberly had never even heard of lesbian analingus. Now she couldn't live without it. Oddly, Miss Simmons had never requested that technique on her own anus.
Kimberly looked beautiful as she lay flat on the hotel bed. Her body glistening with a light sweat. Miss Simmons used her hands to caress every inch of Kimberly's young, prone body. She spent extra effort once again rubbing between Kimberly's legs.
As if rehearsed, Miss Simmons, the limber former diver, raised her legs over her head with her pussy prominently facing upwards. Kimberly recognized her cue, and licked and probed Miss Simmons pussy with a veracity not before displayed. Kimberly alternated placing her own pussy between her teacher's legs, tribbing furiously until both were exhausted and fell onto the bed.
The pair knew that these rendezvous needed to be discreet and infrequent, so as not to draw suspicion or attention. They had to take advantage of every minute, and they continued their lovemaking until it was nearing dusk.
Moving to the oversize bathtub, they shared a joint and washed and fondled the smell of pussy off each other before returning to Eastland.
Kimberly was the first to walk back in the early dusk. If she could just make it unrecognized the few yards to the middle of town she would be home free on her trek back to Eastland.
The pair had agreed that Miss Simmons should wait approximately one hour before driving her car back to school grounds. That way they would not be connected together.
Miss Simmons spent her time masturbating about what she had just experienced with Kimberly, as well as fantasizing about some of the pretty young girls that she had watched shower in the locker room. She had her eyes on some of the very young girls who were trying out for the swim team, including a pretty, blonde,13-year old named Emily Conner.
Jo had tutored Emily in math, and had a crush herself. Jo didn't usually go for girls as young as Emily, but she would make an exception in Emily's case. Jo had spent many a sleepless night fingering her pussy while imagining wild sex with the 13-year-old. Unfortunately, despite Jo's subtle suggestions, Emily had not picked up on any of the hints, and they had not consummated their tutor-pupil relationship, much to Jo's dissatisfaction.
Blair had stayed awake one night after one of Jo's late-night trips to Cindy's bedroom. Jo and Cindy thought they were being quite discreet, but by now most of the other girls had figured it out. Some longingly wished that they were being included in the presumed sexual escapades.
The room was dark when Jo quietly tried to sneak back in. Her boyish pajamas and hair were in disarray, and her pajama top was only partially buttoned, exposing a small breast and her flat belly.
Jo was surprised when the light was turned on. She heard Blair's voice: "Excuse me. Can I ask you a question? Why are you fooling around with children when you could have THIS?!"
Blair pushed aside her covers and got out of bed. Blair was topless. Her large breasts swayed briefly from side to side with her movement. Below the waist she was wearing a black garter belt and black silk stockings against her tan legs. Wearing no panties, she had a thick bush of dark hair covering her pussy. In Blair's case, the drapes didn't match the carpet.
Understanding modeling techniques, she stood on her tiptoes to make her legs appear longer. Jo was stunned into silence as Blair approached her. Sex was in her eyes.
Jo couldn't take her eyes off of Blair's magnificent soft tits. Blair became the aggressor, unbuttoning Jo's pajama top, Blair caressed Jo's exposed breasts with a single hand as she gazed deeply into Jo's exotic green eyes. Looking down at her large boobs, Blair pointed at them with her eyes, and said, "Well?"
That seemed to slap Jo out of her daze, and she seized one of Blair's breasts with her mouth, seemingly trying to swallow it whole, while manipulating the other one with her hand. When Jo attempted to cup Blair's hairy pussy and insert a finger, she was met with "Easy there tiger. Slow down." Blair wanted to be romanced and worshiped.
That first evening was largely kept above the waist. The two girls kissed deeply, and played and sucked on each others breasts. Jo rested her head on Blair's ample breasts and explained that she thought Blair was straight and was only interested in boys.
Blair indignantly replied, "I am straight." Jo chose to ignore the answer as she continued to pet Blair's pussy. It would be two or three more evenings before Blair allowed Jo to "go all the way."
If Blair thought she was straight it hadn't always been so. Blair and her room mate Sue Ann Weaver had been secret and passionate lovers. To be fair, it had taken a lot of coaxing and cajoling for Blair to get into Sue Ann's pussy. When Blair finally got there she was not at all disappointed.
Sue Ann was extremely fit, and the best sprinter at Eastland, which kept her in top shape. Like most sprinters, Sue Ann had a bubble-butt of muscle. At night, when they were alone, Blair couldn't keep her hands off of Sue Ann's attractive derrière. And it seemed to Blair that Sue Ann always had one of her large breasts in her mouth.
Fearful of being "outed" to their parents and classmates, they pretended to be 'frenemies" to hide the love that they had for each other.
End of Part I
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