Chapter 4

I knew from the moment I got up that Friday would be awkward for a number of reasons, not the least of which was my bout into lesbianism the day before. As any normal girl would, I was having a little bit of second thoughts if I wanted to deal with the whole affair. If I even survived school, I'd still have two parties to go to and starlet that I am, I'd only been to two parties before and I'd never been the popular one. I was the tag-along girlfriend of some other hottie that was actually invited. It would be different being the hottie instead. I jokingly wondered if I should have Bianca go as my not-so-cute friend.

Anyway, going to the bathroom I got out of the panties and t-shirt I had worn to bed and looked at myself in the mirror. I was still amazed with the fullness of my cleavage and how it hung from my body. Sure they sagged a little, but that's gravity for you and there's only so much youth can do to fight that on such large mammaries.

I looked down to the void between my legs, still completely hairless and still looking just slightly irritated by the blade. If it weren't for my ridiculously large breasts I'd look like I was 14 again so I guess that's another reason to be thankful for my sizable endowments.

My hands roamed over that empty area. It felt so smooth and it made me all wet inside. Of course my dreams had be plagued by sex, seduction, debaucher, and then some more sex to top it off so I was already moist. My fingers found my virgin lips and teased them for a bit before I watched them disappear into my tiny little whole. The two fingers I used dove unimpeded by my hymen, which had been there just yesterday to depths that they'd never felt before. I gasped for air as I felt my fingers gyrating in my deep, deep red depths.

I could feel more and more juice collecting on my hands as I watched myself in the mirror get close and closer to orgasm. Completely by accident the little node in my pussy was brushed by the intruding fingers. I moaned as the fingers went back to find that little bump of pleasure. My world shattered around me when it did and all I could perceive was orgasmic rapture. My knees bucked out from under me and I fell flat to the ground, not that I noticed.

My little exploration had again set me back and I was running a little late. Again I was unable to talk to my mother, who still seemed to believe that she was seeing things, and had to run out the door, a little disheveled thanks to the haste with which I made my exit. The guys at school didn't seem to mind if every strand of my brown hair was in its perfect place. My first period admirers were still more than happy to fill my morning with pleasant words, unwavering attention, and strong undertones of foreplay.

I'm pretty sure we were making no progress as far as math was concerned. Mr. Roth still was more than a little preoccupied with my breasts I think. I guess that's what I wished for though. Math wasn't exactly my weakness so it was no skin off my back to sit in a course and not go over things I already knew at a slower pace than normal.

Inevitably gym came and I said goodbye to my three biggest fans and went off to the locker room to change. When I entered I noticed instantly that where the locker in which I normally put my book-bag and clothes was now neighboring the locker that Anne had chosen to put her stuff in today. Though I had planned on letting her down easy seeing her in person whipped that though completely from my mind. She was such a sweet girl and it would be cruel of me to turn such a cold heart against her especially after such a great time she gave to me. Who was I kidding? I loved it, even if she was a girl too.

"Hey Anne," I said brimming with happiness to see her. That was probably more than I had wanted to greet her with but even by now I had a history of giving into her desires.

"Hi Sarah! I hope you don't mind but I thought we could get closer... lockers I mean," she giggled. I don't know if she did that intentionally but she sure sounded like it. The other girls would surely notice and I'd bee hearing even more about myself at lunch.

Mr. Humberg came out as he usually did and explained that today we would be playing volleyball again. Both Anne and I smiled at each other without even thinking, both excited to be playing one of our favorite sports. I really needed to stop doing that if I wanted to cool the fire of rumor or my homosexuality, but I didn't. After the hour had passed and much volleyball was played, everyone filed into the locker room again. Everyone dressed, then filed back out to hear Mr. Humberg speak through the bell again. That man proved again that he was all too predictable. A significant way into passing period, he finally let us go.

Anne called out for me, "Sarah!" I was only too happy to turn my attention to her. "Why don't you call me sometime this weekend? Maybe we can hang out... go to the mall or something?"

I smiled shyly, "Sure, Anne. I've just got a couple things to do tonight."

"Great!" she giggled and then gave me a peck on the cheek. The spectators around us made me blush. I bet that looked really bad and there really wasn't a good explanation for it. For once maybe the rumors would be true.

At the beginning of class I immediately realized I'd for got to do my homework. I'd been so busy with Anne that I'd completely forgotten we had a worksheet do today. I was mortified. I couldn't remember the last time I had failed to complete an assignment and I felt so irresponsible and embarrassed. Sure, no one else would care, but I was proud of what a fine student I was.

Lunch came after an incident-free class with Ms. Friedheim, aside from my shaudy performance as far as homework is concerned. I gladly trot into the lunchroom and put the whole incident behind me, but I was heading right into another one. As soon as I sat down at the table, Bianca confronted me.

"How are you doing, Sarah," she said and then immediately stuck out her tongue, wiggling it obscenely. I knew what she meant.

"Damnit, Bianca," I just exploded. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why can't you just be happy that I'm happy for once? What's with the whole jealousy streak? I thought we were friends!"

"We were, then you had to go trying to steal everbody's boyfriend," she yelled back at me. I didn't really get it, since I hadn't stolen anyone's boyfriend yet.

"I never tried to steal anyone's boyfriend!" I proclaimed.

Bianca got up. She was getting more and more upset with me at the passing of each word. "Yeah, what the hell are those plastic things on your chest for then?"

"You bitch!" I screamed. All eyes at the table had been on us and now the entire cafeteria watched as me and my former best friend exchanged heated words. They all knew it was working towards a cat-fight so they stared in perverse expectation of being able to see two girls wrestle around and possibly hurt each other. "There's are real and you're just jealous I get some attention now!"

"Yeah sure they are, you cheap slut," she said as she came at me. I went right at her too. The palm of her hand hit the side of my face and I was instantly at a disadvantage. I fell backwards and she pounced on top of me. I'd lost already! Bianca grabbed my hair and began thrashing my head around. More than once my scull bounced off of the hard floor and even if I wasn't bleeding I was woozy from the abuse.

Her hand went to the top of my tank-top and she pull it down hard, tearing the shoulder seem. She yelled to all of the spectators around us, "Who wants to see some easy plastic tits?" I could barely lift my hands; I was powerless to stop her from ripping off my bra. My breasts bounced to life finally out of the confines of their cage but freed in the most unpleasant way. Half the school now had a good look at the best tits in town.

Bianca grabbed the tender flesh of my breasts in a brutal inspection. She had to have been looking for a scar or something. She really did think I had gotten breast enhancement surgery. "They really did a good job on these things didn't they," she said, then turned to everyone and shouted "Didn't they guys!"

There was a mighty cheer from everyone who was watching me being abused.

"Please, stop," I murmured but some people definitely heard me. Just about every boy in the crowd came over to help get her off me just as the dean ran into the cafeteria. She kicked and screamed as they pulled her off of me while other guys helped me to my feet.

"Both of you young ladies come with me," I heard Dean White tell the two of us. A few of the guys there helped me get to his office as I was in no condition to get there under my own power. "No... uh... young ladies, what you have done today is... um... is way out of the bounds of expectable conduct," he said and I noticed that he was again staring at my breasts.

I wondered how much sway I held over him. "It was completely Bianca's fault, Mr. White," I pleaded.

"Oh... uh... it was?" he said looking briefly to Bianca before his eyes darted back to my naked breasts.

"That's so not true!" Bianca yelled, sensing she was at a disadvantage. She seemed flustered and I smiled at her.

"Don't listen to her," playing shy and battered I whispered to the Dean.

"Hm..." the older man said as he sat back in his chair. His eyes never left my exposed cleavage. I knew there was no chance that he would listen to her with my breasts in full display so I made no attempt to cover them but all of this all of the attention was making my nipples harden to pert little nubs. "I'm afraid, from what I saw, I have to agree with Sarah's recounting of the events..."

"What!" Bianca jumped from her seat, obviously enraged with how this was going, "you haven't even heard what happened!"

"Young lady you will sit down!" The dean yelled. "You are suspended for a week!"

For a second it looked like Bianca might lash out at me again as she furiously looked around the room. "This is fucking ridiculous!"

"Collect your things and go home now if you don't want to make things worse for you then they already are," he continued. There was a period of time where it looked like she didn't know what she wanted to do but eventually my former best friend turned away and stormed from the office. "I'm sorry this had to be so difficult for you young lady... I... um... what was I talking about?"

"You were going to tell me to be more careful but not give me any punishment... and let me go home early," I said mostly out of curiosity to see if he would give into such blatant manipulation. His gaze was unwavering on my breasts. I think I was actually beginning to enjoy showing off for him, but the meeting in the office would not last much longer. He agreed that I ought to be more careful in the future and to report any difficulties with Bianca to him again and then lead me out to the secretary, at which point I pulled up what was left of my tank top, and asked her to report to my teachers that I would not be attending the rest of class today. The secretary gave me a slip and I was free to go. I couldn't believe it. I had gotten off scot-free!

I have to admit I did not feel good about how the day went. I was really very sad that things were not going well with Bianca. We had been friends forever and now she was going to be kicked out of school for a long while because we had gotten in an actual fight. I couldn't believe how vicious she was and I really didn't want to think about what Monday would be like. What would all of the guys say to me? How would they act after hundreds of students had seen me completely topless?

At home, I took off the remains of my tank-top and rolled onto my bed, then decided to take a nap and stripped off my shocks and my pants. I loved the feeling of being naked but today nothing would come of it. I woke up a few hours later when I heard my mother coming home.

I threw on a shirt and stumbled downstairs to my mother. She still looked at me with those eyes that told me that something wasn't quite right. "Hi Mom," I happily greeted her.

She said hello to me too and we talked a little awkwardly until she finally had to ask the question that was on her mind. "Sarah... is something different about you?"

"You mean my breasts, right?"

"Well, yes. It's just that I could have sworn I am going insane. Are you stuffing?"

"No mom, they're real! I proudly beamed. One day they just grew!" I said, not revealing the fact that I thought somehow when I'd made a wish on an eyelash, I'd somehow been magically granted large breasts but how else could it be explained. As I looked at her I noticed now small hers were by comparison and her's were probably bigger due to the two children she'd had.

"I've got to say I'm kind of jealous. They look good on you," she said smiling. I was kind of uncomfortable with that and I was more than happy to let the conversation die there. I guess it made all of dinner kind of awkward as well but soon enough I would be getting dressed again and heading out to my first night as the life of the party.

I ended up choosing to wear one of my old tank tops and a bra. I liked how the old tank tops were now skin-tight over my breasts and it looked sexy without being too forward... plus it went along with a nice pair of jeans. I headed out around 8:00 thinking I'd try to get to both parties. I didn't feel like I was popular enough to start blowing off people who invited me to parties plus I didn't really know either of the people who invited me to the parties so I'd get to meet twice as many people if I attended both. I was kind of worried that I would run into Bianca and I really didn't want to fight with her, especially tonight on my night.