Chapter 3

The next day after school, Diane and Anita again headed straight to Diane's house. Anita had called her friend the night before to tell her about fucking with her brother, but she hadn't shared any of the details. Diane was dying to hear all about it. She was so jealous she could hardly stand it!

"Come on!" she said, taking Anita's hand to hurry her along.

"Not so fast," Anita whined. "My pussy is kinda sore, and can't run."

"Oh God, it must have been great!"

Anita tried to be casual, but her smile would not be held back.

"It was great, Diane! Oh, it was better than great! It was, oh, don't know. Fan-fuckin'-tastic, I guess!"

Their little asses twitching just as fast as they could, the girls disappeared into Diane's bedroom, slamming the door behind them. Together they dove for the bed, sliding down on their stomachs, their skirts riding up on their thighs.

"Okay, start," Diane said immediately, "and don't leave anything out!"

"Maybe should make you pay me for this," Anita teased, holding back.

"No!" her friend whined, grabbing her arm and tugging on it to prove her eagerness. "Come on, I'm dying!"

Anita laughed and wrestled with Diane a little bit.

"Okay, okay. Well, was coming from here and thinking about my dad, you know? And, like, was still pretty horny."

Diane interrupted her with a gale of nervous giggles. Cautiously, she glanced at the door to be sure it was closed. She couldn't take a chance on her mother hearing this!

"So was almost to the front door, and all of a sudden Mike jumped down out of that big tree and nearly killed me! He was dressed like an Indian and talking all weird."

"Get to the good stuff!"

"You said you wanted all the details."

"Yeah, but, well, just hurry!"

"Okay, so he tried to pretend he was scalping me, and we started to kind of wrestle around and then, don't know why, just got hot for him and kissed him and gave him a big hug. Then, when went to let go, he just sort of held on to me, you know? And so decided to fuck him"

"Ohhhh, can't stand it!"

As Anita told her tale, both of the girls could feel themselves heating up. It was a real turn-on for Anita to remember exactly how it had all happened. Diane was getting hot, too, living through her friend's adventure.

"Diane, it was so crazy. just took his hand and we went up to my room. He was lying there on the bed, and could see this big bump in his pants that knew was his prick. It made me so hot just flipped up my skirt and took off my panties."

"You didn't even get undressed?"

Anita shook her head. "I kept on everything, my whole uniform, even my shoes! But Mike only had on those stupid shorts he always wears, and took them off of him."

Diane shrieked. "You did?"

"Yeah, and his cock jumped right up."

"Was it big?"

"Pretty big."

"God, wish could have seen it! What happened then?"

A devilish twinkle shot into Anita's dark eyes as she looked at her curious friend.

"You really want to know?"

"Yeah! Are you kidding?"

Anita stood up and began to take off her clothes. As usual, Diane got up to do the same, but Anita shook her head.

"You be me. Just take off your panties."

Diane gasped. "Are you sure?"

Anita let her plaid skirt drop to the floor and jerked off her knee socks.

"This way can show and tell," she said, her young body totally nude in the warm, afternoon sunshine that filled the bedroom.

As Anita flopped back down on the bed beside her, Diane looked at her friend in a new way. She had always thought that Anita was pretty, but now she was more than that. She was a woman, she had been fucked. Her body even looked different, her curves more defined, her tits more bountiful.

Diane felt pale in comparison. She felt like such a child.

"So first we kissed a little bit," Anita said, lying very close to Diane.

Slowly, Diane opened her arms and let Anita crawl into her embrace. She felt the other girl's soft, warm, bare skin, and it made her feel strange. Then, when Anita pressed her closed lips against hers, Diane let her kiss her lips.

The kiss was meant to be brief, but once it started, neither girl wanted to seem chicken and be the first one to pull away. Bit by bit, their lips parted, their mouths opening. One girl added a little boldness and the other one followed and went a bit further. Their kiss grew wet and succulent, their lips rubbing together. Then came the tongues, each poking and probing. Anita didn't want to break away to tell her friend it had been nothing like this with her brother.

Odd sensations raced down to Diane's cherry cunt. She rubbed her legs together, feeling the sticky wetness in her naked pussy. She felt hot under all her clothes, not realizing that that was just how Anita had felt the day before.

Finally Anita gasped, coming up for air, and then kissed her friend again, this time softly on the cheek. Then, resuming her running commentary, she slipped down Mane's body, kissing along her neck just as she had done to Mike.

"So kissed him like this. There, you do it, you're supposed to be me."

"Are you sure?" Diane squealed, wanting to kiss her friend, yet not wanting to at the same time.

"If you want to learn about fucking, this is the best way. But you don't have to if you don't want to," Anita said.

Diane forced herself to kiss Anita's neck the first time and then it got easier. She wiggled down below the other girl, kissing wherever her lips touched. Anita helped her by moving around herself, giving Diane's mouth a constantly changing target.

While Diane kissed her, Anita reached down between them and pulled up her plaid skirt. She bunched the material up between their naked crotches, and stroked Diane's blonde cunt-mound.

Diane gasped. Her friend had never touched her that way before. No one had ever touched her that way before. Intense sensations shot through her and she licked Anita's neck, her lust rising to new heights.

"Then," Anita said, her voice strangely husky, "I reached down and took hold of his prick with both of my hands. Go ahead, Diane, reach down."

"But Anita..."

"Just do it... and pretend."

Almost afraid of what she might find, Diane timidly lowered her hands down to her crotch. It was very hot down there, and she gasped when her fingers touched one of Anita's hands. Two fingers of that hand were pointing up and out, simulating the rigid position of Mike's hard-on. Anita had dipped them in her own slippery cunt, first, and when Diane touched them they were wet and slick with pussy-juices.

"So I took hold of his prick and jacked on it. It was real hard, like a stick or something. But real soft on the outside, like it was covered with silk. And it was all wet, don't know why."

Awkwardly, Diane pulled on the fingers, pretending, just as Anita had told her to. The usual visions of her father were with her now, and it grew easier to imagine that she really did have a man on top of her, his cock in her fingers. She pulled hard and fast, and the prick seemed to strengthen and grow.

Slowly at first, Anita started to make humping motions on top of her turned-on friend. She'd started this little charade for Diane's sake but, as they went on with it, Anita found it very exciting. It was almost like losing her cherry all over again -- or like taking Diane's.

While Diane held her fingers, Anita humped so that their cunt-mounds ground together. Diane was quick to catch on to her rhythm and she began humping, too. When Anita looked into her face, she saw that Diane's blue eyes were closed and a serene look covered her face.

"Ohhhh, Dadddddy!" Diane whispered.

Adding a bit to her script, Anita reached up under Diane's white blouse and opened the front clasp of her bra. Then, her fingers trembling, doing what she had wished her brother had done to her, she cupped her friend's tit. The tit filled her palm and she pushed down on it, making Diane sigh louder.

Diane's tits were tight and perky, and Anita toyed with them lovingly. Her own naked tits were nearly in Diane's face, forced upward as she lay on top of her friend. Anita looked down at her own rigid nipples while she tweaked Diane's.