The Hots
Copyright© 2025 by Alan C. Zumwalt
Chapter 3
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 3 - A high school girl finds her body going through changes that go FAR beyond puberty.
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Fiction Paranormal Mother Father Daughter Group Sex White Female Oriental Female First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Big Breasts Public Sex Teacher/Student Transformation
I was friends with almost all the girls in my class, but I had three with whom I felt very close. I
guess we had our own little clique. Their names were Liko, Mollie, and Chloe.
Liko’s parents were from Japan, who immigrated here. They both work as translators, her dad
works as an independent consultant with many companies, teaching them the ins and outs of doing
business in Japan. My dad’s company had used him many times.
She was short, only five foot one, had short black hair and dark eyes. Her breasts were even
smaller than mine had been, only an A-cup
Liko is the only one of us who has a sibling. A younger brother named Hiro.
Mollie was the child of a computer engineer, who had worked, at one time or another, for most
of the major tech companies. At the moment, he was working from home, planning to start his own
company. He has some big idea that he won’t talk about with anyone, not even his daughter.
Her mother died when Mollie was young. She was shot in an armed robbery at a convenience
store. My friend was too young to remember any of it.
Mollie had flaming red hair, like her father, and was the tallest one, standing almost five foot
ten. She large D-cup breasts, that the rest of us envied, a small pug nose, and large green eyes. I
think she is the prettiest of us four.
Chloe’s father was a voice actor, who did commercials and movies. If you heard him speak,
you would recognize him. Her mother was his agent, always setting up his next gig. She had an
office outside of their home, where she also was the agent for other niche artists, like stunt doubles,
hand models, and other voice actors.
Chloe was about my mom’s height, five foot eight, and had short platinum blonde hair, that
seemed to sparkle in the sun. Her breasts were B-cup, like mine were, and had pale blue eyes.
I think we all became close friends, because we had so much in common. We all liked the
same kinds of music, movies, and books. We also had love of truly bad puns. Usually, one of us
would have a new groaner each day.
With such a small school, I had at least one of them in all my classes. But we had assigned
seats, and teachers seemed to take a perverse pleasure in separating friends. I was lucky with Liko in
Trig, but that was an exception.
In fourth period, just before lunch, we were all in the same class, English. I was next to the
wall, Chloe was behind me in the next row over, Mollie was two rows over, and Liko was on the other
side of the room. That was about typical for us.
On my doctor’s advice, I went to the bathroom after every class period to jill off. It was a relief
to get my bottled-up tension released. I tried to be quiet in the stalls, but an occasional moan might
have come out. I think I might have heard a few moans coming from adjoining stalls. Were they
afflicted like me?
After the first three breaks between classes, I was late twice. Luckily I had note from my
doctor, explaining that I had a condition that might cause me to take longer breaks in the bathroom.
It was nice that all four of us were in the same class just before lunch. That meant we could all
go into the lunchroom together, and sit at the same table with no problems.
This day, though, we all walked down the hall together, in utter silence. Not a word was
spoken. We were all acting like someone died.
“Why were they being so quiet?” I asked myself. Then it occurred to me that I wasn’t talking
either.
After we had retrieved our lunch from the line, and sat down in our usual spot, I decided to
break the ice. “Is it just me, or are all of you feeling super horny right now?”
The dam burst, and they all started shouting things like, “You too!?” “I thought it was just me!”
and “What is going on?!”.
Mollie broke up the clamor. “Hush! This is not the right time to talk about this. We can have a
sleepover tonight. Anybody have problems with that?”
About once a month, we had a sleepover, where we can talk about boys and school, and watch
movies. It usually took place at my house, since I had a whole wing to myself.
Chloe said, “No problem with me. My date with Don is not until Saturday.” She was the only
one currently dating.
“I’ll need to check with my mom, but I think it will be okay,” I said.
I left the lunchroom, heading for my locker. Phones were not allowed outside of your locker, during class hours.
“Is it okay for my friends to come over tonight?” I asked mom.
“Do they know about your condition?”
“They know. I think they have it as well.
“We’re just going to try and figure out what is going on, and how to cope. I figure they can use
some of the things we learned from Dr. Kline.”
“That’s a good idea. Would you mind if I sat in?”
“Mom!”
“I am afflicted too. If it gets awkward, I’ll leave.”
“We’ll see.”
“Have them come over around five thirty. I’ll order some pizzas.”
“Okay.”
I hung up.
Heading back to the lunchroom, and told them that we were good to go.
“My mom wants to sit in, at least for a while. You see, she is afflicted too.”
They thought about it and decided it was okay, as long as she would leave if we told her to.
As we were leaving, heading toward our next class, Mollie said “We need to give this thing a
name. We can’t just keep calling it “the affliction.”
Liko said, “That true, we’ll nominate names at the sleepover.”
Punctual as always, my three friends arrived almost together, right at five thirty.
We went up to the den that was next to my room. It had a pool table, a modern pinball
machine, and a big flat screen TV. Around the TV were three couches. That was where we decided
to go talk. My mom sat on the far side that faced the TV directly. Liko and I sat to her left, while Mollie
and Chloe were to her right.
Talking about what was happening to us could be awkward, so to break the ice, I asked “Did
any of you come up with a good name for our condition?”
Mollie came up with “The Fever.” Liko liked “The Itch.” Chloe chose “The Hots.”
Seeing that I hadn’t come up with a good idea, I sort of broke the tie. “I like Chloe’s,” I said.
“Saying, I’ve got ‘The Hots’ sounds real cool.”
We settled on “The Hots.”
During all of this my mom just sat there. Just watching. I thought it was really cool that she
didn’t try to butt in and be a wet blanket.
To move the conversation along, she finally spoke. “When did you first start feeling The Hots?”
she asked.
It turns out that I was the first, then came Liko, while walking home from school. For Mollie it
happened when she was getting ready for bed. Then, my mom, in the middle of the night. The last of
us five was Chloe, who woke up aroused this morning.
Each of them told details that were either humiliating, or disturbing. Looking back, they were
also all hilarious.
Liko initially thought she had to pee. She huddled in some bushes, trying to take care of
business. When no pee came out, she wound up masturbating. “That was my first orgasm,” she
sighed.
“You’ve never ... come before.”
She shook her head, her cheeks flushed. “But it felt ... wonderful.”
“Good thing you weren’t in poison ivy,” Chloe quipped.
For Mollie, as she started feeling The Hots as she was undressing and getting on her pajamas
on. “I suddenly felt like I was stripping for a guy. I was convinced that someone was spying on me in
my room. I ransacked the place, looking for the intruder.”
And Chloe woke up from a very sexy dream, all hot and bothered. “Half awake, I started
masturbating. I kept getting hotter and hornier. It didn’t just peak and then fall away, as usual. I had
never experienced an orgasm like that before. I almost screamed out loud, but I buried my face into
my pillow. As I was doing that my dad called, into my room, telling me it was time to get up. I was
lucky he didn’t open the door to tell me. He would have been in for quite a sight.”
After they were all finished, I told them about our trip to the doctor’s office this morning. Mom
added a few things I had left out.
They all expressed relief, that there was nothing wrong with them, physically.
My mom spoke to the other girls. “You all need to do two things. First thing tomorrow morning,
you need to tell your parents what is going on. They need to know.”
Mollie moaned, “I have trouble talking to my dad about stuff like this. It took me a week to tell
him when I had my first period, and that I needed to get feminine products. During that first time I just
used toilet paper.”
“Is there a female relative that you could talk to?”
She shook her head. “Dad has a girlfriend, but we don’t get along. She is such a ditz.”
“Would it be easier if I were to come with you, and talk to your father?” my mom asked.
“Would you really, Mrs. Regan? That would be so great!”
“It will be no trouble at all. And please, call me Abby.”
Liko whispered to me, “Your mom is so cool.”
Chloe said, “What is the second thing?”
“It will probably happen, without your prompting, but have your parent make an appointment for
you with your gynecologist.”
“I don’t have a gynecologist,” said Liko. “Just a family practice doctor.”
“You really should have one.” My mother pulled out her phone and opened her phone book.
She showed Liko Dr. Kline’s number. “Put this in your phone. Mention my name, and Lucy will work
you into her schedule.”
The Japanese girl nodded, “Thank you, Abby.”