It was a new school, and I was apprehensive and wondered how different it would be from the city, I mean, it was so odd seeing only corn and soybean fields, alongside pastures filled with cows and horses on the bus ride to school. Unlike the city with buildings and businesses, one after another, streets lined with traffic and people, the school entranceway seemed almost vacant.

I got off the bus clutching my papers looking for the administration office. I suppose it was not so different here, students rushing here and there looking at their schedules with classes and room assignments. As I entered the office, I was not alone, the chairs were all occupied with new students who looked as if they were about to be robbed or something, fearful glances at everyone entering, and even more frightened looks at the Principal’s office door. One by one, the students were called into the office, and soon left, some with another student acting as a guide.

When my name was called, I stepped into the office. Facing a massive oak desk and the Principal, I stood waiting as he examined my transfer papers.

“Well, Frolic, welcome to North High School,” he spoke energetically, “This is Alice,” pointing to a rather chubby blonde girl sitting attentively in one of the office chairs. “She has been assigned to assist you in getting acclimated to the school layout, class schedules and locations. Alice is also an excellent student tutor, and can assist you with any issues you may have with your class work. Dismissed girls.” He tossed my papers into the large pile of folders on his desk, pulled another out and buzzed for the next student.

“Today is really orientation day, no classes, just to let everyone find their lockers and their rooms. Your locker is right next to mine,” Alice spoke quietly not quite looking at me directly, but rather towards the floor mostly, turning her eyes up occasionally examining me. She led me down the corridors pointing, explaining where each led, and what classes were there. It seemed the school was sectioned, I laughed to myself, much like farmland, and each corridor was a different class or crop.

Reaching the lockers, Alice opened her locker quite easily, depositing her books inside, and then turning to me watching. I struggled with the lock and handle, and without saying a word I felt her behind me, her arms around my sides and her rather large breasts pressed against my back as she demonstrated how to open the locker. I felt rather exhilarated feeling her breasts on my back and her hands running down my arms to open the lock. I smiled to her looking over my shoulder. She had bright green eyes wearing little, if any, makeup, but her face was quite attractive. She smiled back, blushed a bit, and stepped back.

For the remainder of the day, Alice and I walked the corridors, using my schedule as a guide; we plotted how I would make my way around once school classes started. She and I had several classes together, so at least, I would have someone I knew in them. Alice made no overt movements, but I was very much aware, of her casual brushing against me with her body, her hands sometimes touching my buttocks, or her elbows inadvertently bumping against my breasts. Each time we casually smiled at each other and continued as if accidental contact was completely normal.

The afternoon buses arrived, and everyone filed out to their appointed lines. As it happened, Alice and I were both on the same bus and soon discovered that her father’s farm was nearly adjacent to ours. Waving goodbye as I got off the bus, I walked slowly homeward on the dirt road, thinking about everything that had happened that day.

We sat together on the morning bus ride to school, talking excitedly about the first day of class, promising to meet up at our lockers between classes. Being the one of the new girls in school seemed to make me the center of attention as I moved from class to class. The boys all stood in groups talking until I came into view. They hushed up and pretty well gave me a going over with their eyes and smiling, probably ravaging me in their minds as I walked past. The girls also checked me out noticing my wardrobe, my shoes, how I walked with my head held high and hips swaying. Some smiled, but it seemed that most had a tinge of jealousy in their eyes and the thought of having to compete with me for the boys.

So, the first week passed quickly as I became accustomed to the stares and comments and managed to make a few friends. On the Friday afternoon bus, I asked Alice if she would like to come visit me on Saturday to just chill and get to know each other better with time alone for just the two of us. I would have the house to myself; Dad and Steven, my brother, would be working and Ashley, my sister, had already planned to stay overnight with one of her friends, so Alice and I could just relax.

Alice had walked thru the woods and fields to my house and arrived a bit disheveled and dusty. She came in and we sat cross-legged on the couch facing each other. I could not help but notice the cockleburs covering her blouse plus her shorts were about two sizes to big and gaped open displaying her white panties as plain as day.

“My gosh, that must have been some walk,” I exclaimed and without pausing to think, I leaned and began plucking cockleburs from her blouse. She looked at me with shock but did not move as my hands roved all over her blouse removing the burrs. I finally ran my fingers over her breasts and blouse, making sure all the burrs were gone. She was wearing a paper-thin bra and her nipples jutted out in little points as my hands touched her.

“There, much better, you should be more comfortable now,” I commented smiling at her. Her face was slightly flush, unsure exactly of what had just happened to her.

“Yes, um ... thank you. I had not expected you to ... well, you know...,” she stammered as a small smile appeared on her face.

“Oh, I am sorry. I guess I should have asked before I groped you like that pulling the burrs off,” I smiled wider and continued, “Um, did you like it?” She nodded ‘Yes’ but did not say a word.

“No one has really ever touched my breasts before,” she quietly spoke. “Well, except on the bus on time.”

“On the bus, my god, how did that come about?” I asked inquisitively and waited for her to answer.

“It was stupid, I was stupid. I sat behind a bunch of boys who were hooting and howling as all the girls went past them, making nasty remarks and stuff. After I sat, one of the boys got up and stepped up to me, said he wanted to tell me something. He leaned forward to like whisper in my ear, and his hands grabbed by breasts and he felt me up, squeezing them. He then scooted away and told all the guys that they were real and big. I was so embarrassed; I almost could not ride the bus anymore after that.”

“Dang that is bad. Did you get even with them?” I asked again.

“No, I just avoided them from then on, sat in the front of the bus. I’ve never really had a date with a boy cause I’m chubby, so it was just one more thing to make me feel bad about myself,” Alice spoke with a resigned tone to her voice.

“Well, I hope my touching them was not like that,” I smiled at her continuing, “and actually, I kinda liked feeling them. They are nice and soft.” I reached out again and gently cupped her breasts in my hands and caressed them lightly watching her closely. “You can touch mine if you like Alice.”

Alice looked at me tentatively and slowly reached out her hands and began running her fingers and hands around my chest. “You have very nice breasts Frolic,” she shyly replied as she continued to feel around. I guess she started feeling self-conscious and sat back on the couch.

“Are those your Dad’s shorts Alice? They seem a bit big for you,” and again without thinking, I leaned forward, reached my hand up the gaping leg, and put my hand on her crotch, noticing immediately that the panties were very wet. I heard her gasp slightly when my fingers touched her privates.

“My, wet are we?” I laughingly commented. “I take it you liked groping my breasts and that my groping you was rather pleasing to you as well.” I felt her body quiver under my hand as I took my finger and traced the outline of her vagina, using my finger to part her slit under the wet spot in the panties. Her breath became heavy and her eyes closed partially as I continued to caress her pussy.

“Do you masturbate yourself Alice, like this I mean,” letting my finger push the thin material of her panties inside her labia. “I masturbate constantly,” I said hoping to ease her mind.

“I ... I do, but...” Alice stammered breathlessly, “but it has never felt as good as it does with you touching me.” I slipped my fingers under the elastic and pulled her panties to the side, and now ran my fingers around her bare pussy slowly. With my other hand, I reached down and pulled my shorts and panties aside, exposing my pussy to her. I watched her eyes open wide and she licked her lips.

“Like what you see?” I asked. “Let’s take all our clothes off.” I quickly stripped my clothing and tossed them in a pile at the side of the couch. Alice hesitated, unsure of what to do, so I reached over and began pulling her blouse off over her head, then rubbing on her breasts thru her bra, reached behind her, undid it and pulled it off her as well. I rubbed my breasts against hers, nipple to nipple, and gave her a tiny kiss on the mouth, before reaching down unzipping her shorts and tugging them off.

We were now naked, facing each other on the couch, cross-legged. We were both checking each other’s naked bodies out and I started giggling uncontrollably.

“I’m gonna eat you up girl,” I said pushing her backwards on the couch, pounced on top of her, rubbing my pussy against hers and started suckling on Alice’s breasts like they were ice cream cones. Licking and lapping, cupping them in my hands, holding them up, licking around the fleshy mounds, giving her little love bites, kissing them as I headed for her nipples. When my mouth got to her nipples, it was as if a tiny cock was in my mouth, her nipples were so hard and stiff. Using my tongue, I traced the areolas brazenly. Her chest was heaving up and down and her breasts rose and fell in time with her breath.

“Umm, so nice, Alice your breasts and nipples are delightful,” I whispered softly and began kissing my way down her stomach, inch by inch, moving side to side, back and forth, until her untrimmed pubic hair tickled my chin. Rising up some, looking at her eyes peering down at me, I winked, and proceeded to kiss her pubes until my mouth encountered her vagina almost buried in the hair. I took my hands and parted her legs more and then her labia. My tongue started dancing along her outer labia, licking and leaving a saliva trail around her pussy. My breath must have felt hot on her pussy as I almost saw steam when my tongue parted her inner labia and darted into her pussy.

“OMG Frolic” Alice gasped loudly as my tongue entered her. She began wiggling her hips up to push my tongue deeper inside her pussy. I felt her hands running through my hair and caressing my ears. I tongued her from bottom to top and back down again, repeatedly, darting my tongue inside her. My nose somehow felt her clitoris getting stiff and standing out from its fold as I labored at her slit. I felt her hands pull my hair yanking me closer to her pussy, her thick thighs seemed to close around my head, holding me in place. Her hips were rhythmically moving against my face until I suddenly felt her release her sweet nectar all over my face. Alice held me tight, and came on my tongue two more times, before her body relaxed releasing me from her clutches.