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TRAILER TRASH TEEN
by Punky Girl (punky_girl04@yahoo.com)
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Chapter Eight: Tina's Contest
(M/f, f/f)
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Tina awoke with the sensation of a cock sliding in and out of her
pussy. She slowly shook her head from left to right. Then, finally,
she opened her eyes and stared up at a large, sweaty body.

The groggy teenager had no idea who this guy was at first. She smiled
at the sensation of his cock planted deeply within her, fantasizing
perhaps that this was some lover of hers waking her up with a romantic
love-making session. The sleepy teen began to lift her arms, wanting
to drape them over this man's back, hold him to her prone young form.
She wanted the fantasy to continue.

Something was wrong though. Her hands were sticky. She soon realized
that her hair felt matted and sticky as well, and that she was sore
from head to toe. Also, that this was no large, comfortable bed she
was lying on, but a small uncomfortable couch.

That's when she remembered everything from the night before. It hit
her in a flash: the group sex with all those "Oilmen"; Lucy, the
pretty Asian woman; the strip club; Razor. She let her arms drop back
to her sides as all this registered. She hoped that the man who was
now thrusting in and out of her hadn't noticed her move.

She closed her eyes tightly and held as still as possible. She just
wanted it to be over, for whoever this was to quickly finish and go
away. But was he the last one? For all she knew there was a line
behind him: all the Oilmen coming back for extras before taking off,
possibly.

Certainly she'd been fucked several times since she'd passed out the
night before, too. These people cared that little for her, she
realized. For them she was just a hole attached to a woman's-- a
teenage woman's-- body. Conscious or not, they had fucked her all
night long. She could tell already: her ass was sore, her pussy sore,
too. They had cum in her and on her, and had given no regard at all
for the passed out young girl.

Flashbacks of those encounters threatened to make themselves known to
the frazzled teen, but she pushed them away. It was bad enough
remembering the things she'd done before falling asleep.

She continued to pretend being asleep as the man pounded his cock more
quickly in and out of her. Her body lurched forward and back on the
couch with each violent thrust, but she kept her eyes closed and tried
to keep her breathing even, too. Still, it was hard: she could feel
the familiar sensation of her body charging itself up toward orgasm as
the cock slid deep inside her tiny frame.

She focused on her breathing: in, out, in, out. Slowly, casually. If
she had to cum, maybe she could do it without him noticing. She didn't
want him to notice, not one bit.

Just then she felt his strong hands, which had been around her waist,
slide up to her slight torso and squeeze. His body went rigid, and he
was cursing under his breath as he came. She felt the goo spurt inside
her, part of her annoyed he hadn't gotten her off and the other part
just relieved that it was over.

When he rolled off of her, and she heard him leave, she could no
longer control herself: she began to sob. She turned into the couch
and sobbed loudly, letting the surface of the upholstery muffle her
pathetic, gasping cries.

She felt utterly dirty. From head to toe! Cum in her hair, on her
tits, in her pussy. Cum everywhere! She'd been fucked all night long
by these men.

She was completely naked, too. Even the belt that Mr. Blackwell had
insisted she keep on was gone. She cuddled against the cold chill she
felt across her sore body, then turned over again and stared into the
dark. In the background, from outside the bar, she heard birds
chirping. It was morning, but what time? Probably almost time for
school.

She dared to stare around the room some more, and was relieved to find
none of the Oilmen were left. She was alone in the "Executive Lounge"
now, tired and naked and laying on the couch upon which she'd been
fucked numerously, all night long.

Suddenly she thought about Lucy. Where was she?

Tears welled in her eyes again as she thought of her. That sweet,
pretty Asian woman, who had been so nice, so caring. And who also had
kissed her. She had kissed Tina heatedly, and done much more besides.

Tina sobbed louder, and then threw her hand over her mouth. She turned
over, then back, then onto her belly. She felt so cold! So dirty. So
sick.

She might have fallen asleep again, had it not been for the sudden
slamming of the Executive's Lounge door.

Just after that, she felt shaken into awareness. She gulped at the
touch of the hands on her body, and tried to continue her fake sleep.
He was probably one of the Oilmen, she figured, wanting another fuck.

Her heart raced. Her body continued to be shaken, more violently now.
Then she finally heard his voice through the fog that was her mind:
"Wake up!" said Razor.

She turned. When she saw his face through the dark, she couldn't help
but feel relieved. There he was, larger than life! There to make her
feel okay again. He would make what she'd done the night before all
better, she thought.

It didn't occur to her for a moment that he was the reason that night
had occurred in the first place.

He basically had to order her around for the next thirty minutes. If
he hadn't, she might begin sobbing again. The normally headstrong and
defiant teenager eagerly obeyed his every command, too. It was better
than thinking; it felt good to have someone think for her.

The first thing he'd done was curse when he saw her appearance.
"Fuck!" he'd cried. "...cum in your hair! Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!
Fuck! You look like a used up street-whore!"

He wasn't angry, she knew. In fact, he was impressed! She had done so
well that she looked filthy. That was a good thing, to him at least.

He told her to take a shower, to do her hair, to get dressed. She
followed his orders obediently, relieved still that she didn't have to
think for herself.

The shower had been shorter than she'd liked, but only because she'd
wanted to shower for the next twelve hours. She felt so used! So
fucking used, all over. She felt sticky and sweaty, and although all
that could be cleaned, nothing could wash away the shame she felt.
She'd had sex for money! She'd fucked, how many? Six guys? And a girl?
And how many times? She couldn't even remember how many she'd done it
while awake. Who knew how many times she'd done it after?

She was nothing, now, but a whore. Not an aspiring college student.
Not the victim of all the wrongs that had been done to her throughout
the years. No. She was now nothing but a filthy, cheap young whore.

No shower in the world could wash that realization away.

She was numb at the thought. At least she wasn't crying anymore, she
reasoned. But the shower was weak, and that frustrated her. She wanted
fierce, hot streams of water to sting her body, like at home! To be
forced into her most intimate areas and wash away her embarrassment.
Instead, all the 16-year-old got was warm, weak jets of spray. It was
simply not enough.

It was also eerie. The girls' room at EZ's was similar to the girls'
locker room at school: big, institutional, and without any privacy. It
was like a large locker room, with shower-heads scattered about the
perimeter, several drains near the center of the room. But Tina was
alone in there. No one else was left in the bar, apparently, but her
and Razor.

Every sound echoed. The rushing of the water, the sounds of her soft
feet on the tiled floor. Even her occasional whimpers of hopelessness.

When she finished, she dried, then wrapped her towel around her damp
body. But she didn't leave the room. She sat on one of the benches
instead, until Razor finally came back. When he did he had with him an
outfit for her to wear which was almost appropriate. Of course, she'd
rather have gone home and changed, but she had to go to school. And
this saved him a trip.

She dressed slowly, practically in silence. Razor said nothing, but he
did watch. He watched as she pulled the white-cotton panties up her
slender young legs. He watched as she snapped the pleated gray skirt
around her hips. Then he watched as she pulled on the bra, and then
the shirt.

It was obviously one of the outfits the strippers at the bar might
wear onstage. The skirt was short, grey and pleated; the shirt was a
white button-up; the socks reached to just below her knees and were
black. The panties and bra were white.

Thankfully, the "Catholic girl" outfit wasn't as tight as she had
expected. It was almost comfortable. If the skirt itself hadn't been
so short, she would have been a lot more comfortable, though.

After getting dressed Tina brushed out her hair and pulled it back
behind her head in a short ponytail with a hair tie. She hadn't the
energy to do anything special. After that she brushed her teeth, and
then finally applied a little make-up.

There was still that slight bruise around her eye, but it was hardly
noticeable at all, now. She powdered it lightly, and added just a hint
of shadow. It disappeared. Then she added a bit of lipstick, lavender,
and practiced a "normal" smile in the mirror.

She didn't feel normal at all, but her reflection looked fine. No
evidence of the previous night's activities.

As she sat there, fully made up and ready for the day, Tina tried to
get out of going to school suddenly. She meekly explained to her new
boss that she hadn't the energy, but Razor would have none of it. He
insisted she go. For her own good, he explained, because it was so
important to her.

She finally gave up. She didn't have the heart to tell him that she'd
realized the truth: that it obviously wasn't important to her. Not
anymore. The sad 16-year-old knew, now, that the future she'd dreamed
about for so long--college, family, hope--was over. But she couldn't
tell him that.

During the drive to Madison High he didn't say much, except that he
was "proud" of her for doing such a good job the night before. As he
continued to talk about it, Tina actually began to feel a bit of
pride, too. She was an amateur, a complete amateur, but had managed to
upstage even Lucy! The Oilmen had requested Tina for the next time
they were in town. They wanted her.

By the time they reached the school, Tina was smiling softly and even
asking advice of Razor: like how to increase tips, whether she should
have stayed awake, etc. She was looking at the situation in a more
positive light, now. She had been good at it, had made Razor happy,
and the confused girl desperately wanted to hang on to those two
positives.

After he parked the large SUV in the crowded school lot, he finally
gave her a wad of cash. She didn't have time to count it, so she
thrust it into her purse instead. But she felt excited by the touch of
so many cold, crisp bills!

How much was that? she wondered. How much had her night of fucking
been worth?

They walked to the building together and Tina noticed a lot of her
peers staring at her, some who knew her and others who didn't. She
felt panicked by that: did they know? Did they know who this strongly
built man next to her was, and why he was with her? If they didn't,
they couldn't have guessed, she realized. Razor was dressed smartly in
an expensive brown suit, looking like some wall street professional or
something. What a contrast his appearance was to the small, slender
teenage girl next to him!

Perhaps the outfit she had on looked sluttier than she had originally
thought, though. People were glancing at them as they passed, and she
began to realize they were checking her out. She felt a tingle go up
her spine at the thought, and a smile form on her face in relief.

At the principle's office, Razor signed Tina in for the day. One of
the vice-principles came out and briefly inquired about Razor, who he
was, and why Tina had been absent from school for three days without
being called in. Razor was cool and professional throughout the
conversation. Eventually he took the overweight administrator off to
the side, and all Tina could hear him say was, "I'm her uncle, she's
been sick..."

That statement made the young teenage girl shudder a bit. My Uncle?
she thought.

But whatever else he had said worked. She watched as Razor and the
Vice Principal, Mr. Polk, shook hands. Without any further
questioning, Tina and Razor left the office.

She followed Razor back into the hall, still not quite believing she
was at school. She hadn't been here since the preceding Monday, and
she felt so different now! The hallway was packed with students
getting ready for first hour, and the sights and sounds of it all
brought back a sort of normality to the girl she hadn't expected but
definitely welcomed.

Just before he exited the building, Razor smiled at her.

"You really did good, babe," he said. "We'll be in touch. Enjoy the
money."

She nodded. After he left she headed straight for the bathroom.

++++++++++

Six-hundred dollars, she thought to herself as she looked down at the
wad of bills for the third time. She couldn't help but smile slightly
at the sight of so much money! Six hundred dollars, and it was all
hers!

Well, for now at least. She'd be giving some of it to Don and Larry
the next day: $300 "and more" she'd told them. She would have to
decide how much more. For now, though, she had $600! She'd never had
so much money at once in her whole life!

Tina put the money back in her purse, stood, and exited the bathroom
stall. She splashed some cold water into her face, careful not to mess
up her makeup, before entering the hallway again. The first hour bell
had rung while she was in the bathroom, so she hurried to her class
through the deserted halls, anxious not to get caught without a pass
by a teacher or administrator.

She made it through the first few classes alright, though at several
points she had to force herself to stay awake. She felt incredibly
exhausted, physically and mentally. All she wanted to do was sleep.

Usually the young girl would socialize in the halls between classes,
but today each of her teachers wanted to see her before she could
leave. She was handed piles of homework by each of them, and Tina
wondered if she'd ever have the energy to get it all done. Or if it
even mattered, now.

Finally lunch came, and Tina headed straight to the cafeteria after
unloading her books into her locker. When she got there the large room
was loud and packed with students. Tina ignored the lunch lines, not
feeling hungry at all, and made her way to her regular table.

"Tina!" Michelle cried as she approached.

Tina couldn't help but smile. "Hey!" she called back to her friend.

The teenagers hugged briefly. As they did, Michelle whispered in her
ear, "I like the outfit!"

Tina blushed at that, then grinned wryly at her friend. "Thanks," she
replied. She had to admit that she was getting a lot of positive
attention for her attire. Even now she could feel guys behind her
staring at her backside, wondering perhaps if she would bend over so
they could get a quick peak at her butt...

Instead, Tina took a seat at the small round table next to Michelle.
She was greeted by her other three friends sitting there: Lengths, the
slender, punk-garbed "cool guy" of the group; Melissa, a short, busty
girl who had been dating Lengths for almost a year now; and Spider, a
burn-out who had held the nickname so long no one could remember why
he had it anymore.

Tina was ready with her lie about being sick, and launched into it as
soon as Spider asked where she'd been. Her friends seemed to believe
her, but then again they probably didn't care enough to even question
it. She could have just told them she was skipping, and they'd have
been cool.

It felt good to talk with kids her age again, Tina thought. Since
Monday she'd only really spoken much with Razor and Joey. Even though
the lunchroom was incredibly loud she hung on every word her friends
said. Mostly they talked about music and school gossip. Tina loved it.

Finally the girl asked Michelle, "So, what's the plan with the party?"

"I don't know," Michelle said, wrinkling her nose. "My mom told me
this morning I have to babysit my sister until at least ten. Fucking
sucks!"

Tina frowned. "You can still go though, right?"

Lengths jumped in, his voice soft and articulate as usual. "Yes, we're
still going. I'm driving you and Melissa. Spider will bring Michelle
when she's done watching the Brat."

Tina grinned at that. Everyone referred to Michelle's little sister,
Andrea, as "the Brat". She was only 13, but was incredibly full of
herself and treated all of Michelle's friends like garbage. She was
the type who would--and had--tell on her older sister in a heartbeat,
just to get her into trouble.

"It still sucks," Michelle griped. "I mean, I'm the reason we're even
going to this thing! And you all get to go before of me..."

"You'll still be there," Tina offered. "I bet the party doesn't even
get fun until after ten, anyways."

"I'm still not sure I even wanna go," Spider said gruffly. "I fucking
hate college parties."

"And when have you ever been to a college party?" Lengths inquired.
Everyone laughed at that.

"Fuck you, man," Spider snapped. "I been to `em. Just not with you
losers."

Just then the bell rang, and the students of Madison High began making
their way out of the cafeteria. Tina said goodbye to her friends,
except Michelle whose locker was right across from her own.

As they walked the halls Michelle gripped her friend by her arm
excitedly, then said, "Oh, I almost forgot!"

"Forgot what?" Tina asked suspiciously.

"Come on!" Michelle urged. 

The smaller teen allowed Michelle to pull her in the direction of a
girl's bathroom. The two made their way inside, and found it empty. To
Tina's surprise Michelle continued urging her forward until they
entered a stall together.

"What's going on?" Tina asked, annoyed. She was crammed in the small
bathroom stall with her best friend, and for the life of her the
exhausted girl couldn't figure out why.

Michelle just grinned slyly. The long-haired tan beauty then reached
down to her jeans and began undoing them.

Realization slowly dawned on Tina's young face. The contest! She'd
forgotten all about it. And suddenly she realized she'd forgotten this
morning, too, when she'd decided to wear the panties Razor had handed
her back at the club.

Tina sighed, and began to just admit she'd lost. But then, as she
stared at her friend's large breasts straining against her designer
blouse, Tina let her eyes drop to her friend's waist. Michelle's well
manicured fingers twisted the button of her jeans out of its clasp,
and then slowly unzipped the tight pants.

Swallowing hard, Tina continued to watch nervously as her friend
struggled to push the pants down. She nearly fell forward into Tina as
she did. The small blonde caught her friend, who was giggling quietly,
and Tina couldn't help but feel a little turned on.

Jesus, no! Tina thought to herself. This wasn't the first time she'd
been aroused by her best friend, but it was the first time she'd been
completely conscious of it. It was embarrassing.

Finally Michelle had managed to push the tight jeans down to just
above he knees. Tina kept her eyes locked on Michelle's, her face
serious and unwilling to glance downwards again.

"Go on, look!" Michelle whispered.

Tina inhaled slowly, and then cast her pretty eyes downward. Sure
enough, Michelle wasn't wearing any panties. Between her legs a tuft
of trimmed brown hair was plainly visible.

"Okay," Tina whispered. "You win, then, I guess."

Michelle continued grinning as she pulled her pants back up. Without
clasping them again she said, "Let me see..."

Tina rolled her eyes. "Do I have to? I told you, you won!"

Without a word, Michelle reached down to Tina's skirt, and began
slowly pulling it up.

Tina huffed in feigned annoyance, and crossed her arms over he chest.
The truth was, she felt even more turned on by her friend's bold
behavior. But she didn't dare let on.

When he skirt was up to her waist, she felt Michelle's left hand slide
down while her right held it up. Tina breathed out audibly, trying to
sound annoyed. Then her best friend's hand slid down to her ass.

Their bodies were incredibly close. Tina could feel Michelle's breath
on her neck as she confirmed that Tina was indeed wearing panties.
Tina's body shivered at the touch of her friend's hand on her tight
round butt, and began to wonder how long she'd rub her there.

It was definitely out of character for Michelle to behave this way.
Always flirtatious with the boys, Michelle had only very rarely been
so with Tina--and then, never like this. Confirming the presence of
panties all the other days of their contest had been handled quickly
either on the bus, or right after school, and always with just a peak.
Intimate physical contact had never been made between the two before
now.

She heard her friend giggling playfully as she continued to rub Tina's
panty-covered butt. Tina realized this was some sort of joke for the
girl. The flustered teen wished it was just that for her, too. But the
fact was her knees were beginning to tremble, and she was quickly
growing aroused.

"Okay," Michelle said after what seemed like forever, "You lose!" She
let go of her friend's ass, gave it a friendly slap, and stepped back.

Tina, breathing heavily, just nodded. "I told you," she whispered.

"Remember the contest, right?" Michelle grinned as she began to snap
her jeans together.

"Yeah," Tina sighed. "You get the panties and give `em to whoever you
want, and I owe you a favor--"

Tina was interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening. She
heard the voices of several girls entering the room, and her heart
froze in panic.

"Quick!" Michelle hissed, pushing her pants back down until they were
around her ankles.

Confused, Tina made way for her friend who wobbled by her in the tight
space. When she was past, Tina felt Michelle grab her around the waist
and pull her back and down. Michelle had taken a seat on the toilet,
and now Tina was sitting on her lap.

"What--?" Tina began.

"Shh!" Michelle whispered in her ear. "Put your legs up so they only
see my feet!"

Tina understood. She threw her legs upward and placed them against the
door of the stall. From the outside, the new occupants of the bathroom
would only see one pair of feet on the floor, just as it should be.

Tina's heart raced as she kept her feet pressed against the door. She
could hear the voices of girls outside along with running water. They
were probably adjusting their makeup in the mirror, Tina thought.

As she waited upon her best friend's lap, Tina realized that her skirt
had ridden up to around her waist. She became aware, too, of
Michelle's hands gently gripping her by her hips. The hands weren't
simply laying there, though: they seemed to be gently massaging her.

"Michelle?" Tina whispered, feeling awkward and embarrassed.

"Shh," her friend hissed in her ear.

Then the aroused teenager felt her friend's thumbs hook under the
waistband of her panties, and began pushing them toward Tina's feet.
Startled, Tina whispered a bit too loudly, "What are you--!"

"SHH!" Michelle hissed loudly in her ear.

Both teens froze in place for a moment as they listened. The girls
outside the stall were still chatting loudly, oblivious to what was
going on in the stall right behind them.

Slowly, Michelle continued pushing Tina's panties toward her
outstretched knees. Michelle explained, just loud enough to be heard,
"You owe me these, remember?"

Tina nodded in response. As quietly as she could, she placed her hands
against the walls to either side of her for leverage and lifted up her
butt from Michelle's waist. As soon as she did Michelle pushed the
panties quickly so that they cleared Tina's ass.

The now trembling girl gently sat her naked butt back down onto
Michelle's bare lap. The contact of flesh sent sparks of heat through
the young girl. She wondered if Michelle was feeling anything like
this, or if it was all a game to her.

"Get them off," her friend whispered.

Awkwardly, Tina reached down to her knees and pushed her panties the
rest of the way to her ankles. She then leaned back against Michelle's
large breasts and pulled one foot away from the door, out of her
panties. After pressing that foot back against the stall door for
leverage, Tina stretched out her hand until she could reach it. She
quickly grabbed her dangling panties and placed her foot back against
the door.

Tina felt incredibly aroused. Her skirt was still hiked up around her
waist, and Michelle's hands were now boldly placed midway up her
thighs. Part of her wanted to spread her legs apart, but Tina still
didn't know what Michelle had in mind. Was this all some game, some
flirtation? Or did she want to go further? Did Tina want to let her?

She knew she did. Already she could feel her pussy tingling, itching
to be touched. Subconsciously she squirmed her naked butt into
Michelle's waist, and then stopped herself.

No matter what, Tina thought, I let her make the next move.

She sat there for another long moment, her panties clenched in her
hands, before Michelle did just that. She could feel her friend's
hands slide excruciatingly slowly up her thighs, toward her exposed
pussy. Just then Tina wished she could look into Michelle's eyes. She
wanted to see her expression, see if she was grinning slyly or
seductively; she wanted to know if her friend was having fun at her
expense, or was actually as aroused as she was.

More voices could be heard outside in the bathroom, now. Both Tina and
Michelle could hear the girls who had been there greeting a couple
more. Tina wondered for a moment if they were all skipping class
together or something. Certainly, all of them--including Tina and
Michelle- were late for their next hour.

Tina didn't care. She wanted to see how far Michelle would go. But as
her tanned friend's hands got less than an inch away from Tina's bare
cunt, she stopped. Suddenly Tina wondered if this was the end of
Michelle's game. Or, perhaps, she was finally feeling nervous, too?

She had to find out. With her heart pounding in her chest, Tina slowly
slid her feet apart on the door. As she did she moved her butt
forward, as casually as possible. It was the subtlest way she could
think of to let Michelle know it was alright to continue.

Plus, now her legs were parted, right up to her pussy.

The muscles in her legs were straining as she waited. At first
Michelle didn't do anything. Maybe she was shocked, Tina worried.
Maybe she knew what she was doing, and couldn't believe it. In any
case, at least she hadn't done anything that she couldn't explain away
later if Michelle got weird.

But then her fears were washed away when Michelle's hands gently began
moving again. This time rather than simply going up the top of her
thighs, Tina felt them slide between them.

Just then the two girls heard the stall right next to them open, and
one of the teenagers from outside enter it. It was dangerous enough
having them outside, but now one was right next door! Surely Michelle
wouldn't continue now, Tina thought in disappointment.

She could feel her pussy getting damp as she waited. Michelle's
fingers were so close to it that Tina found herself focusing on the
small space between Michelle's hands and her own cunt, forgetting
everything else. The feeling of her friend's hands against her inner
thighs was almost painful-- she wanted more! She found herself staring
down at them, trying to will them to touch her where her entire body
needed them...

And then Michelle's left hand boldly fulfilled Tina's wishes. Slowly,
quietly, it moved upon her damp pussy, and pressed there, causing Tina
to sigh loudly with pleasure. She caught herself before the sigh
turned into something more audible, thankfully.

Tina squirmed against her friend's intruding fingers, which were
continuing their probe of her lightly fuzzed mound. Tina gripped her
crumpled panties tightly in her hands when Michelle's index finger
suddenly began sliding up and down her wet slit.

It was as if Michelle had made up her mind. She'd crossed the point of
no return now, and Tina didn't care. Michelle pushed away the folds of
her labia, gathering Tina's juices around it, and Tina bit her lower
lip to prevent herself from moaning. She couldn't believe what was
happening! She wanted to cum now, right here, more than anything.

And then Michelle's finger found the hole of her vagina, hesitated a
moment, and finally pressed inside the squirming sixteen year old.
Tina's body froze as it entered her. She wanted to moan in pleasure
but restrained herself. The voices of the girls in the bathroom could
still be heard. Thankfully, though, she heard their neighbor exit her
stall and rejoin them.

Tina risked panting softly, hoping no one but Michelle could hear her
as her friend began to finger her expertly. Neither said a word to
each other. Tina was afraid of breaking the mood by saying something,
and she figured Michelle either felt the same way or was just too
embarrassed. She leaned back into her friend, feeling her large
breasts against her back as she enjoyed the tantalizing feeling
between her legs.

As her best friend slid her finger in and out of Tina's hole she found
herself growing to a powerful orgasm. Michelle was moving quickly, but
deliberately, making sure to rub at her clitty just long enough to
drive her crazy before plunging her finger back into Tina's tight
cunt.

Just as Tina was about to cum, she heard the girl's outside the stall
leave. When she heard the door slam shut with a loud echo, she hissed
out more loudly than she had up to this point.

Michelle seemed energized by this, and began plunging her finger in
and out from her friend's cunt while Tina squirmed. Tina could feel
Michelle's other hand gripping her at the waist, almost trying to hold
her still. But the horny sixteen year old couldn't help but buck her
body violently; she felt consumed by the feelings she was
experiencing.

And then the teenager came, her entire young body rippling with
excitement and lust. She couldn't believe how wonderful it felt, as
good as any orgasm she'd had, maybe. Was it the fact that it was
another girl doing it? She didn't care anymore.

When she finished climaxing Tina breathed heavily and waited to see
what Michelle would do. Her friend didn't say a word, but had stopped
playing with her pussy. She had sensed her friend's orgasm, and though
she let her fingers remain between her legs, had stopped fingering her
there.

Slowly, Tina stood up from Michelle's lap. She straightened her skirt
before turning around slowly and looking at her friend.

She looked so alluring right now. She was naked from the waist down,
her jeans crumpled around her ankles. Her smooth, tan legs seemed to
be shuddering with lust, and her large chest was heaving with desire.
Her eyes were on the floor, though, as if they couldn't meet Tina's
gaze.

Tina, still feeling warm and aroused form her orgasm, slowly dropped
to her knees. She almost said something, but once again remained
quiet.

Michelle looked down at her in surprise as she knelt upon the linoleum
tile of the bathroom floor. But before she could do anything about it
Tina had placed her head between Michelle's delicious thighs.

It wasn't like Tina to be so bold, and she wondered if the last few
days had changed her. Right now it didn't matter. She inhaled deeply
from her friend's glistening mound, just as Michelle's hands came down
on her head.

"Wait," Michelle said, her voice soft and breathy. 

Tina ignored her. She wasn't stopping her, Tina noticed. Slowly she
reached up one hand, and lightly touched her fingers against her
friend's pussy.

Michelle gasped at the sensation, but it was a sound of pleasure.
Encouraged, Tina moved her head in close and slowly stuck out her
tongue. When it made contact with the pressed folds of Michelle's
labia, Tina shuddered in delight. The sounds of her best friend
panting above her only excited Tina more.

A part of her realized how insane this was. Not only that she was
beginning to eat out her best friend, but that she was doing it in a
bathroom stall! How twisted, she thought to herself. How depraved. Yet
she felt overcome with the desire to please her friend, to bring her
to an orgasm at least on par with the one she'd just been given.

And, of course, Michelle wasn't stopping her. If the tanned beauty had
any reservations about this she wasn't voicing them.

Soon Tina was licking Michelle's slit up and down, inexpertly but with
a certain degree of enthusiasm that made up for it. As her friend
became slicker from both her own juices and the saliva off Tina's
tongue, Tina found it easier to continue pleasuring her friend.

She reached out her hands to the floor for leverage, and found the
ceramic toilet Michelle was sitting on instead. She grabbed it and
continued to press her face forward into Michelle's cunt, determined
to get her friend off. Michelle seemed almost ready to Tina: she had
stretched out her legs to either side, and was also pressing her hands
against the walls of the stall. The rate of her panting had picked up,
too.

"Oh my God, Tina," he friend whimpered. The sound of her voice excited
Tina all the more. She found the small hole of Michelle's young pussy
and began flicking her tongue over it, pressing onto it and making
Michelle nearly cry out.

Then she allowed her tongue to enter her best friend's body. When she
did, Michelle gripped her head and suddenly cried out, much too
loudly. Tina didn't care. She twirled her tongue around inside her
friend's pussy, enjoying the taste of the girl who had so suddenly
become her lover.

Finally, Michelle stopped her. Looking up, Tina saw that her best
friend's face was flushed, her eyes half opened. She looked stoned.
Tina grinned at that, and stood up.

She had no idea what to say. Apparently, neither did Michelle. Her
friend had a sloppy grin on her face, but wouldn't make eye contact
with her. She stood, suddenly, and began pulling up her jeans.

Tina turned and snuck out of the stall. It wouldn't do to get caught
now, she figured. They'd already risked so much. But it had been worth
it, too, she thought to herself.

She stared at herself in the mirror. Her face glistened with
Michelle's juices. Feeling completely giddy, she turned on one of the
sinks and splashed the water into her face.

Her friend came out from the stall soon after. She, too, appeared
giddy. She nearly stumbled out of the stall, then giggled at her own
clumsiness and joined Tina at the sink to wash her hands.

"That's crazy, huh?" Michelle said, happily. But Tina could sense a
touch of embarrassment in her voice, too.

"Yeah," she agreed quickly. "Totally."

"Can't believe we did that!" Michelle giggled stupidly. "I mean, what
if we'd been caught? Jesus, can you imagine!"

Tina giggled, too. She turned to her friend, her heart beginning to
slow its incessant beating. "Pretty stupid, I guess," she admitted.

Michelle didn't seem to hear her. "I mean, I've never even kissed a
girl, and now..."

"Yeah, I know," Tina interrupted. 

The two stood their awkwardly for a moment, neither knowing what else
to say. Finally, Tina built up enough courage to admit, "It was...
fun, though..."

"Yeah!" Michelle quickly agreed. Tina couldn't be sure if she meant
it, though. Was she okay with what had happened? Or did she feel
embarrassed and filled with regret? Tina could sympathize with the
latter, but she didn't feel that way herself right now. In fact, she
felt no regret whatsoever.

"Well, we're gonna keep this secret, right?" Michelle said nervously.

"Definitely!" Tina nodded, a tad disappointed that that was her
friend's biggest concern.

"Okay," Michelle said, looking relieved. 

Another awkward moment passed between the two teenage girls. Finally
Michelle smiled again, and said, "Well, we better go..."

"Yeah," Tina said. Then, realizing that she was clutching her panties
in her hands again she said, "Oh, don't forget these! You won..."

Michelle took the panties and nodded. She turned to leave, and Tina
said, "I'll see you on the bus!" It was almost a question.

Her friend turned, smiled, and then exited the bathroom.

When she was gone, Tina sighed loudly. She was sure she felt no regret
about what had happened, but didn't feel elated by it, either.

Michelle had started it, she thought to herself. But, the girl now
knew after a week of extreme sexual encounters, that didn't mean she
didn't regret it.

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