Chapter 3A: Wednesday Morning, Before School

I woke early, well before my alarm went off. Cindy was snuggled up against me. Or was I snuggled against her? I was on my right side and she was on her back, smiling lightly and looking the perfect angel. No one would believe the life she had been leading. I still hadn't had a chance to tell mom all I knew. Why hadn't Professor Jackson told her everything? Perhaps her father's position in the company had something to do with that. Oh my god was her home big. Even as a condo it was much larger than our apartment. I mean her bedroom was easily the size of our living room and dining room combined! And I had thought them huge compared to our previous apartments.

I had sneaked a peek in the bathroom and it must have been the size of my room here. It was big enough to hold a dance in it.

And anyone that important in the company had a lot of pull. Professor Jackson must be pretty darned important to be able to pull rank over someone living in a company condo that size, and to make it stick like he had. I knew that Cindy was here for the rest of the school year unless she asked the Professor to move her somewhere else. Although, after last night, I didn't think she would want to do that. Ohmygod, I could feel myself blushing just to think about it. Did that mean I was a lesbian? I didn't think so, because, after all, we were experimenting. And the past two days I had certainly gotten as much fun out of the boys fingering me as I had the girls, even though only the girls in my homeroom class had done that.

I stared at the wall behind Cindy for a while and then looked at the clock, about an hour 'til the alarm.

I thought about last night. She hadn't asked anything after giving me that stupendous orgasm. I felt my face heat up as I remembered mom knocking on my door. Ohmygod, had I really made so much noise my mother had climbed out of bed to check on me?

The sheets were down at the base of the bed, and after last night no wonder! Cindy really did have such nice breasts, full, but not too big. Big enough to require your entire hand to hold one, but not so big as to fail the pencil test. Just looking at them made me reach over and caress one. A nice soft mound fit my left hand perfectly, with the nipple poking out between my thumb and index finger. A nipple that poked up and became a hard little pencil-eraser-size nub as I watched. I stroked it, marveling at how such a soft piece of tissue could become so hard.

I leaned further over and moved my hand to her other breast, fondling it until it, too, was poking out. And switched back and forth a couple of times, and then, remembering last night, I leaned close and took the tip in my mouth. She sighed and wiggled a bit. I looked up at her face to see if she was awake, but her eyes were still closed and her breathing even.

I went back to sucking one nipple and fondling her other breast. After a few minutes I ran my palm down her stomach to the vee of her legs and gently rubbed the hair there. I've never touched another girl there, or a boy, so it was very carefully that I explored there. It felt a bit like my own crotch, but a bit more hair. I had to admit I was jealous of that. Her body was definitely more filled out than mine.

I started stroking deeper between her legs and discovered the long slit nestled between her legs. As I rubbed the top of the slit, she moved her right leg away from me, making it easier for me. I ran my finger along the length of the slit, softly parting it and working my finger inside. It wasn't until I had almost reached the bottom of that marvelous slit that it started to become slick with wetness. Oooh, I must be doing something right!

I worked my fingers a bit deeper and found the hole inside. In there it was very wet and I found I could slide my finger in as far as I could reach. I couldn't do that to myself. I was still a virgin and the skin of the hymen was still stretched across the entrance to my vagina. Cindy wasn't, so I wondered at the sensation of her warm tunnel on my finger. I pulled it out and ran my finger up the slit again, this time along the inside, reaching all the way up to that little hood that hides a woman's hot button, her clit.

I didn't realize I had reached it until I felt this tiny stiff bit of skin poke my fingertip. I poked back, then pushed it sideways, and then ran around it with my fingertip.

Suddenly and without any warning Cindy sat up in bed and grabbed my hand, gasping, "I'm awake, I'm awake!" And then crumpled back onto the bed, still gasping. "Good God, Jamie," she said, "What are you doing?"

"Do you want me to stop," I asked hesitantly.

"Hell, no, girl, just wake me up next time."

I giggled, "I thought I just did." And I squished the little button beneath my fingertip, making her gasp again.

As I slid my finger lower and pushed it inside her again, getting an "oh god" reaction from her, I pondered what I wanted to do next. I could just finger her to an orgasm, but that didn't appeal to me. I was sure others had done that to her, and probably much better since I had never done it to anybody else before. I wanted to do something daring. I remembered some of the books I had read over the summer and some of the racier passages. I decided to copy one of those racy passages, and to do it immediately, before I chickened out and took the easy way, using my finger.

I slid down the bed and then over her leg and nestled between her thighs. "What're you doing?" she asked. "Relax, lie down," I answered, unsteadily, "I'm going to make you feel good." I hope.

This was a view I had never had of a girl and it was certainly striking. I hesitated; did I really want to do this? I was still running my finger in and out of her tunnel, but I quickly saw that I wouldn't be able to do that and what I intended without hitting myself in the face. Instead I pulled my finger out and drew it up to her clit, and then I took my right hand and pulled her open. I could now see that tiny little bit of skin that a character in one book had referred to as the little man in the boat. I realized I could smell her arousal, a musky odor that sorta reminded me of the way my fingers smelled after I diddled myself, only different.

I looked up at her face. She was looking at me with this expression of puzzlement and fear. Fear? That didn't seem right.

I leaned forward and ran my tongue from the base of her tunnel right up to the clit. "Oh god," she said, and I felt her lie back down. It tasted... strange. I attacked the little man with my tongue, knocking him from side to side, then up and down, then pressing him flat to the bottom of his boat. I became aware that Cindy was holding my head, running her fingers through my hair. It wasn't very distracting and I ignored it, concentrating on tormenting that little man in his boat.

I really don't know how long I did that before Cindy decided to try to squeeze my head off while she suffocated me by pressing my face into her crotch. I don't know if she screamed, yelled, or moaned, because her thighs completely covered my ears and I couldn't hear a damn thing. I did the only thing I could; I tongued her clit like crazy until she just as suddenly pushed me away. "Stop, stop, I can't take it anymore," she gasped. "My god, no one's ever done that to me before."

I was the first? Oh, wow! I grinned up at her. Her entire crotch and part way down her thighs was soaked, the hair matted with dampness. My face was just as wet. I crawled up her body. "Did you like that?" I was surprised to see tears on her face. Hadn't she liked that?

She didn't say a word, she just grabbed my face between her hands, and kissed me like I've never been kissed before. I swear she had her tongue so far in my mouth she was tickling my tonsils. After the initial shock, I returned the kiss. Wow!

After a while the alarm clock went off. She let go of me with one hand and hit the snooze button on the alarm without even looking at it. We rolled onto our sides and stared at each other. As suddenly as she did most things, she burst into tears again and hugged me fiercely. At first I thought she was upset, but then I heard her whispering, "Thank you," repeatedly. Which was kind of a strange thing to say, ya know?

I just hugged her back. Jeez, I know it was a great orgasm, but it wasn't that great. We probably would've stayed in bed all morning like that if mom hadn't knocked on the door. "Come girls," she called, "don't oversleep in there, you have to get ready for school."

I looked at Cindy and she looked back, a second later we were both giggling like mad. Whatever else we were doing, it certainly wasn't sleeping. It came to me that when mom decided to fix up the other bedroom for Cindy, she wouldn't be interested in having it.

Mom spoke again, "You're going to have to hurry, too. I forgot to tell you last night that I have to go to work a bit early for the rest of the week and you'll have to take the bus."

The bus? Naked? Ohmygod. We stared at each other in horror. I shrugged. Oh, well, at least with Cindy with me I wouldn't be alone.

I smiled broadly, "We're a mess. Race you to the shower." I bounced out of bed.

"Race?" she exclaimed, "I'm not sure I can even walk." She scooted over to the edge of the bed and shakily stood.

I laughed and raced out of the room. By the time Cindy slid the shower curtain back and stepped in behind me I was half done. "Here," I said, handing her the soap, "would you do my back?"

"Love to."

One of the most divine pleasures, I discovered right then, is having someone wash your back. The feel of her soapy hands running up and down brought goosebumps to my arms and legs. All too soon she finished. I turned around and after rinsing off my back started to wash her front.

"Hey, no fair, I don't get to do your front," she complained.

"Ha. Next time get here faster. Besides, if you did that we'd never get out of here on time"

Then she turned around so I could do her back.

Oh. My. God.

I just stared. Starting just above her right hip and going diagonally up to her left shoulder were five parallel scratches. Oops. I vaguely remember rubbing her back while she was busy last night, but I certainly didn't remember doing that. I must have made a noise, or perhaps I took too long, because she glanced over her shoulder at me, "Well, are you going to do my back or just stand there?"

I hurriedly started soaping her back. Apparently the scratches were just surface marks, as she didn't complain about the scratches stinging. Drying off afterwards was fun as well, although I was considerably distracted. How was I going to tell her I had scratched her back last night? When should I tell her? She was going to kill me when she found out.

Well, as I discovered, if you put off making a decision long enough you'll discover that you made a decision. When we entered the dinning room, Cindy in front of me - gosh she has a nice ass - Mom said, "It's about time. Breakfast is on the table." I saw three plates, two with eggs, ham, and toast, and the empty one in front of my mom. Mom was seated facing the kitchen. "Cindy," she continued, "we have orange juice and milk in the refrigerator. Help yourself." Through the door to the kitchen I could see two glasses on the counter.

As Cindy walked past her, mom took a sip of her coffee. I guess she looked up as Cindy walked past. There was a sudden spray of coffee across the table followed by the crash of her cup on the table as she slammed it down, spilling more coffee, and a storm of coughing. I darted to her and started pounding her back, "Are you okay?"

She managed to choke out hoarsely, "Fine," gasp, "just swallowed wrong," gasp, hack, cough.

Cindy was staring at us, wanting to help, but not knowing what to do. "What's wrong?"

After mom calmed down, she looked at Cindy and then glared at me, "Well, I think I can safely say you and Jamie are going to get along just famously."

I felt my face heat up and I knew I was blushing. I looked down at the floor and saw that my chest, what little I had, was turning red, too. I never knew you could blush all the way to your nipples. I blushed even more. And, I have to admit, I felt myself get wet. Cindy looked at me, and then at mom, "What? I don't get it, what's going on? Why are you blushing?"

Mom stared at me, aghast. "She doesn't know?"

"Mom," I said desperately, "I was going to tell her, honest, I just couldn't think of what to say. And I just saw them a minute ago, anyway."

Cindy was more confused than ever now. Mom sighed, glared at me, and then stood and took Cindy by the hand. "Come with me." She pointed her finger at me, "And you, Passion Flower, sit! Eat!"

I took a desultory bite of bread. A moment later there was a loud shriek from mom's room. Ah, the joys of a full-length mirror. I buried my head in my hands. I was so embarrassed.

Mom followed Cindy back into the dinning room. Cindy looked stunned, mom was grinning, just barely keeping herself from laughing out loud. I tried desperately to think of something to say. "I'm sorry Cindy," was all I managed, "I don't know how it happened."

Mom burst out laughing. "Deary," she said to me, "You know how it happened." She stopped smiling. "The question is why?"

"It was an accident, mom!" That got me a disbelieving look from her. "I mean, I didn't scratch her on purpose, it just happened. We were... um," ohmygod, how was I going to explain this. I just couldn't talk to her about it.

Cindy interrupted, "She was curious what it felt like to have a girl bring her off. She wanted to know if it was different."

I stared at her, aghast at her blithe explanation. Ohmygod. That said far more than I wanted explained. I could feel my face getting hotter.

"I suppose that explains the screams last night," Mom said. "I wasn't sure if you were having a nightmare about this Naked in School program. Guess not."

My face was so hot I thought I was going to pass out. Abruptly, Cindy wailed, "I can't go to school like this, what'll everyone say? What'll I tell them?" And she craned her neck around to look at her back, not that she could see anything from that angle.

My mom stepped right in at that point. "Don't worry what others think. They don't know what happened. And it's none of their business." She paused a moment, thinking. "Get your backpack, Cindy."

Dazed, Cindy did that.

Mom told her, "Put it on."

She did.

"Turn around."

"Ha!" I exclaimed. With her backpack on you could barely see the scratches, only the very start at her hip was visible. Almost the entire rest of the scratches were hidden behind the backpack and its straps, which is what I excitedly told her. She ran out of the dining room to mom's room to check in the mirror.

"Oh my God," mom cried, "Look at the time, I gotta go, bye." And she started for the door. "Cindy," she called out, "Just remember, it's none of their business, and if anyone asks say it was an accident, you don't know exactly how it happened. And you've only got about ten minutes to get to the bus." The front door slammed closed behind her.

It was a quiet breakfast. I kept looking at her, trying to figure out how mad she was. She just stared at her plate and pushed the food around, still wearing the backpack. I watched the clock slowly tick on.

Finally, "Um, Cindy, we gotta go." She stood, and walked to the door while I scrambled to my room to get my bookbag. "Um, I'm sorry, Cindy, really, really, sorry." We headed across the parking lot to the bus stop. "Um, you're not mad at me are you?" God, I hoped not. "You, you, don't regret what we did last night, do you?" I would be so crushed. We walked in silence. I just knew she hated me.

Halfway there one of the kids saw us. Soon everyone was staring. Three school busses stop by each building in the morning. The grade school bus comes the latest, around 8:00, and those kids were not yet here. However the middle school and high school busses arrive only minutes apart, at 7:30. Naturally, the boys came crowding over. We were the only Program Participants out of about thirty students at our bus stop.

The bus stop consisted of several benches underneath a large wooden shingle roof supported by four posts. This being the Baja, people are more concerned about staying in shade to escape the hot sun than with trying to avoid getting wet in rain or snow, or to stay out of cold winds. This early in the morning the roof provided no shade at all to the benches.

The high school boys were surprised they hadn't seen us the previous two days, but wasted no time in making requests. That was when I discovered what Cindy was thinking. She wasn't. When the first boy made his request, she leaned her back on one of the posts to face him. That was when I saw her eyes. She had gone away. I felt like crying. I had done that to her.

I just positioned myself beside her and mostly ignored the boys as they groped my tits and butt. I gripped Cindy's hand tightly. Maybe that would help bring her back. One boy started to slide his hand between my legs, but I asked him to "please don't do that," so he just caressed my crotch hair, instead. I frantically tried to think of what I could do to wake her up. The bus pulled up about five minutes later. Again, most of the boys thanked us for allowing their requests.

I'm sure a couple of the middle school kids got in a few feels, which we shouldn't have let them do, but I was too distracted to care and Cindy wasn't home. The bus driver was used to the program by now and there was already a naked guy on the bus. I found us an empty seat. I had to prompt Cindy to pull her towel out of the strap where she had tucked it and put it on the seat before sitting. Fortunately there were two girls behind us, so we didn't have to deal with any requests. I spent that time trying to get Cindy to come back. Cajoling her, saying how sorry I was, begging, even, that she say something to me. I was so upset that if she didn't say something before we got to school I just knew I would start crying.

Wednesday Morning, At School

It only took about fifteen minutes to go from our complex to the school, but by the time we got there I had succeeded, to a point. Cindy finally woke enough to say, "What? Of course I don't hate you. You're the best friend I've ever had. I'm not mad at you." And she actually smiled at me. I was so relieved I almost cried. The bus had stopped and the driver was opening the door.

But she still tended to drift a bit, so I asked, "What's wrong? What are you thinking about?"

"Umm, nothing much, just what I need to do in class today."

That sounded so weird. "Please, Cindy, don't do that, it scares me when you do that. You, like, go away."

She looked at me, puzzled. "Cindy," I said, "Do you realize I've been talking to you for almost fifteen minutes?"

She shook her head, "No you haven't."

"Yes, I have!"

She hesitated, "Really?"

"Yes."

She frowned. By now the bus was almost empty, and we had to get off. Like all the schools I've attended the buses always arrive about fifteen to twenty minutes before school starts. There was plenty of time for requests and gropes. I kept a close watch on Cindy and every time I thought she was about to go away, I called to her. Finally, I reached over and took her hand. Even distracted as I was, having a guy gently fondling my titties or even more gently tracing the outlines of my pussy was getting me excited and a bit wet.

I didn't see James, but with a thousand kids milling around outside that wasn't a surprise. As worried as I was about Cindy, I thought that having James near would be a big help; he could take some of the pressure off Cindy by making a simple request. And just knowing he was nearby would certainly boost my morale. I couldn't help thinking how nice he was, and hoped he liked me, too.

About five minutes before the passing bell rang, I managed to catch a glimpse of him over by the car drop-off drive. I yelled and waved, but it took a couple of tries to get his attention. He managed to reach us only a minute or so before the bell rang. "Ah," he cried, "My true love has arrived. And appears to be enjoying a good fondling." I wasn't sure if he approved or not, his expression was... ambiguous at best. I was kinda disappointed he didn't make any requests. I wondered why he didn't. Didn't he like me?

The passing bell thinned the crowd around us considerably. A minute later, I let go of my pussy lips - the kid on his knees in front of me had asked me to do that so he could more easily see my vaginal opening, on which he currently had a finger - and straightened up. The three of us headed inside, but there seemed to be an awful lot of hands stroking my butt and sliding across my titties as I walked, all of which made me realize just how close I was to going off. James didn't say much, but we did make plans to meet at lunch. I couldn't figure out if he liked me or not. I sure liked him and hoped he liked me.