Chapter 1

“OMG! I gotta get home fast.”

“Don’t you wanna go watch the team practice?”

“We, like, do that all the time. This is different.”

“How different could it be?”

“Didn’t you see Mr. Hodgins in detention today?”

“Duh, yes. I was sitting right behind you.”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t see his hardon.”

“What?”

“The man had a stiffy that totally bulged out in his pants!”

“No way.”

“And he kept looking right at us the whole time. Well, me anyway. He totally wants me!” Helen gave Christen a playful shoulder bump.

“You gonna let him?” Christen’s eyes widened at the mental image of her BFF spread-eagle with Mr. Hodgins between the legs, humping away.

“No, duh. But I am going right home and pretend.”

“You mean, like, masturbate?”

“Yeah, sure. Don’t you?”

Christen twitched a shrug that set her breasts giggling. “Well, yeah. Sure I do.”

It was Helen’s turn to pop her eyes open. “Are you not wearing a bra? OMG! Hodgins was totally looking at you!”

‘I didn’t notice,” the long-haired blonde said with an aloof, nose-in-the-air head tilt.

“You slut. Come on or we’ll miss the bus.”

As the girls strutted out of school to the line of yellow buses, Christen was torn as to what to do on her own. Boobs giggling like Jello, she tried to keep up with Helen. Suddenly watching the jocks work out on the football field didn’t seem so much fun.

“So, like, what am I supposed to do?”

“Obviously you didn’t see Hodgin’s dick. If you did you would be going home like me and taking care of business.” The short-haired blonde climbed up into the bus. Christen hesitated before following.

“I didn’t see,...” the schoolgirl held her tongue until they were out of the driver’s earshot. “I did not see it. All I can do is wish I did, while you go and have all the fun.”

“I don’t know what you want me to do about it,” Helen said to her friend as they took a bench seat. “All you gotta do is imagine him staring at your awesome, loose, sexy boobs. Pretend you were wearing a skirt today, and he’s, like, looking between your legs. Oh, yeah. That would sure get me hot.”

“Yean, well you’re already hot,” Christen said with a pout. “And talking about it is getting me sort of hot too.”

“There you go. Lock yourself in your room and go for it.”

“I can’t. I have a little sister, remember? Besides, there’s no lock on the door.”

“So where do you do it then?”

“I don’t know. Where ever I can.”

“I guess you don’t do it much then,” Helen quipped. The rest of the ride to her street corner passed quietly. When the short-haired teen stood to get off the bus an idea came to her.

“Christen,” she said in a whisper, “Why don’t you come to my house? No one’s home. We’ll have, like, two hours to do what ever we want.”

Christen shrugged. “I guess.”

“You gotta stop that,” Helen said, referring to the tit-bouncing shrugs her companion seemed to favor. With the long-haired teenager wearing a toothy grin, the duo debarked, and nearly ran to Helen’s house.

“Did you see how that bus driver looked at you?”

“Mr. Maxwell? You mean when we were walking up the aisle and he was staring in the mirror the whole time?”

“Yes. I bet he had a hard, too.”

“I didn’t dare look.”

“I did, but his hand was in the way. I bet he was whacking it.”

“Helen! You are so bad.”

“He knew you didn’t have a bra on. I bet he was stroking his dick until the last second before we got there.”

“OMG. Maybe next time we should sit up front. I know, I’ll wear a skirt. I bet he sees everything in that mirror.”

“Oh, god. I am so hot right now. Come on.” Helen took Christen’s hand and took her to her bedroom. She did not even bother to close the door before pulling her shorts down. She hooked her thumbs under the waist band of her panties then froze, staring at her friend.