Rhonda was the beautiful bitch-goddess of the all-girls college she attended, a senior and an accomplished track star. She walked into the locker room after her sprints, the sweat drying on her tight shorts and her sleeveless top, and saw the only other girl in the deserted locker room, Michelle, by her locker, just pulling a pair of panties on her lovely naked frame. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders as she straightened and wiggled into the tiny white panties. Michelle was the opposite of Rhonda: beautiful in her own way, but a wallflower, meek, innocent, and doe-eyed. Rhonda had always wanted a kiss from those perfect, ruby lips of Michelle's. They didn't know each other that well except to pass each other in the halls, and, occasionally, in the locker room, though this was an unusually late stay for the slender, dark haired girl. Maybe it was time to have one.

"Hello, hon," Rhonda said, passing her slowly. Michelle blushed deeply as the older girl surprised her a little, catching her with her breasts exposed.

"Oh... hi," she said.

"Never seen you here this late," Rhonda said, stopping behind her, delaying the trip to her own locker.

"Oh, I know, just decided to work out late today is all." The brunette managed a soft smile, and looked back at Rhonda as she draped a towel over her upper body.

Rhonda took a step closer. "You don't have to cover up. Girl, you have nice body." Rhonda stroked Michelle's long, silky hair slowly.

"Oh... ummm... th-thanks," the brunette stammered.

Rhonda smiled at the other girl's nervousness.

"Really though, I have to tell you, you have the prettiest lips. Your boyfriend must love kissing them." Rhonda had no idea whether Michelle had a boyfriend at the moment, or who he might be. Michelle was really blushing now, and had leaned toward the inside of her locker to get her bra. She couldn't face Rhonda.

"That's... that's very nice of you to say," she said with a nervous laugh.

Rhonda boldly reached around and took Michelle's chin in her hand, turning her face slowly to look at her.

"Let me see them again," Rhonda said in a low whisper. "Oh yes... luscious."

Michelle looked into Rhonda's eyes questioningly. "I... uhh... need to get dressed."

Rhonda smiled and took a step closer, still holding the other girl's chin. "I think you look fine just like this," she whispered again. Rhonda gently pulled the towel away from her, leaving her in just the panties, looking up at the taller girl.

"Look, I... ummm-"

"No, you look," Rhonda said evenly. "I want a kiss from those lips. Now, that's not so much to ask is it?"

"No, see... I-"

"Shhhhhh..." Rhonda placed a finger against the soft lips she was targeting. "I generally get what I want, honey... so let's not get fidgety about it." She moved the finger around the outline of Michelle's lips, tracing them, and moved closer, so that her workout top was nearly touching Michelle's milky breasts.

Michelle trembled with anxiety, fearing Rhonda and the unknown consequences of not giving the blonde her way. She gave in, thinking she would endure a kiss and be done with it.

She closed her eyes, and nodded, looking down at the floor with trepidation.

"That's a good girl," Rhonda cooed, lifting her face and moving her mouth over

the brunette's open lips. She enveloped the soft mouth slowly, devouring Michelle's lips, and slid her tongue into the girl's mouth with a low moan of satisfaction. Michelle stood, trembling, a quivering whimper escaping her throat as the taller girl French kissed her.

Rhonda's hands went around Michelle's waist then, and firmly, inexorably pulled her closer. She prolonged the kiss, and pressed herself against the fearful brunette, letting her hand slide down to Michelle's shapely ass, traveling the silky contour of skin there. Michelle pulled back, breaking the kiss, and looked up into Rhonda's eyes pleadingly.

"Please... no... I'm not into that... I can't do it... please..."

Rhonda stared into the younger girl's eyes and smiled wickedly. "You have a sweet body, Michelle. I can take you to pleasures you've never dreamed of. Now just let me take you..." She pressed the other girl against the locker and continued the kiss, silencing her, as Michelle squirmed. Rhonda was rubbing Michelle's bare breast when a voice sliced through the air of the locker room.

"Hey, you heard her, Rhonda! Leave her alone!"

Both girls turned their heads to see Michelle's best friend, Amy, standing ten feet away, wrapped in a towel.

Rhonda eased off of Michelle's shivering body a few inches. "Oh, this is suddenly your business, huh girl?"

"Yes it is. She's my friend, and she's not lesbian or bi or whatever you are, so just leave her the fuck alone." She looked at Michelle and nodded to the door. "Get your clothes and go to my locker, Michelle. Get away from her."

Rhonda swiftly moved between Michelle and her open locker. "How is she going to get her clothes, bitch? Why don't you just leave us alone. She'll get her clothes and be on her way in due time."

"That's it, you fuckin' lezzie bitch. You get away from that locker now!" Amy yelled.

"If you can get me away from it, girl, go for it," Rhonda hissed.

"Amy, please!" Michelle pleaded, "don't do this, just... I'll just do what she wants and it will be over... you don't have to do this. Just go home."

"No, Michelle," Amy said, walking toward Rhonda, "this bitch isn't going to do anything to you." She reached out for Rhonda's arm and started to yank her away from the locker, but Rhonda caught her flush in the face with a vicious open-handed slap that snapped Amy's head to one side.

"UGHH!" she moaned, holding her cheek. She started to swing back, but Rhonda's moves were cat-quick, and powerful. She belted the short-haired Amy in the midsection, and with another lightning move, whipped the towel from her, leaving her naked.