Changing the World – Day One
by eboy – eboyandsuch.wordpress.com

It’s early morning, before homeroom, and I’m standing at my locker shifting books in and out of my bag for the first few classes, when I see Lucy out of the corner of my eye. She’s walking slowly towards me, and I’ve known her long enough that one glance at her tells me she’s pretty nervous.

Lucy and I met way back in elementary school. In fifth grade we were the class’s two little goodie-two-shoes girls, and other than that about as different from each other as could be. I’ve always been quiet, more withdrawn; Lucy was always the outgoing queen-bee that she is today. We didn’t get along so well in those early years – we were always competing for grades in one way or another, and after a while had basically divided the girls in the class into two cliques, each against the other. The quiet, less trendy sorts tended to flock to me, while Lucy took all the rest. I suppose that’s weird, for me to be popular amongst the stereotypically “unpopular,” but it happened, and for a few years we were mean to each other in ways that only little girls can be.

Strange things started to happen in middle school, of course. As always, good old puberty happened and, in our case, saved us both from ourselves. I started to develop around then, and did so at quite an alarming rate. I’m not, and will never be, one of your “classically” beautiful women, but somehow I ended up with far more than my fair share of curvature quite quickly and ended up as one of the more “developed” girls in the class. Wavy brown hair, big brown eyes, ample chest and hips, fair skin… Well, suddenly I was “popular,” in that stereotypical way, with the guys. And this sudden transformation left my rather less popular friends (who had developed something of an identity as the “outcasts”) not sure what to do with me.

The opposite sort of transformation, or perhaps more accurately, a lack of transformation, afflicted Lucy. To this day she’s still nearly flat, with “boyish” hips and a general girly look. To make matters worse, middle school is also the period of one’s life when those awful things called braces take hold, and Lucy got them almost immediately. And so, in that cruel and stupid way only middle schoolers can manage, her popularity was gone in a flash. And so, suddenly, we were both outcasts from our groups. This was perhaps the best thing to ever happen to us, because we became fast friends right then and there.

Since then, things have changed a little. The days when being sexually developed is equated with how attractive someone is have moved past, and as we entered high school we found ourselves entering back into our old roles. Lucy is once again popular with the guys, and personally, I have to admit she’s gorgeous in a way that I’ll never be able to claim. And I never really got a feel for being anything but a quiet introvert, and as such have dropped any semblance of popularity I once had. But Lucy and I are still very close, and so when I see her coming down the hallway towards me I can tell that she’s nervous already.

“Hey, Luce! What’s up?” She’s dressed in a beautiful flowing skirt that ends just above her knees, showing off those gorgeous legs of hers, and a simple blouse. She blushes a little as she sees me and walks up to lean on the locker next to me. “Not much. Just…” She glances around. “Well, I can’t quite believe I agreed to do this.”

When I first noticed that she was nervous I couldn’t put my finger on how I could tell, but now I understand. She wasn’t walking with her normal swagger, wasn’t acting as… well, physical as usual. Lucy is one of those people who has really come to embrace her body, to be comfortable with it, which would be why she’s the perfect leader for our new little “club”. Even when she’s lost in thought she usually manages to seemingly have her whole body involved. But when she walked up today, it was clear she was far, far away, detached from her body somehow. It worried me. She shouldn’t be like that.

“Oh, come on, Lucy! You’ve already done this for us once, if you’ll recall. It isn’t like you to want to back out.”

“Yeah, but… It’s like I’m putting myself on display, like a stripper or something.” Her voice is getting quiet – again, unlike Lucy. “Like, isn’t there some aspect of this that’s a little degrading?”

Uh oh. “Um, no. Not at all. Remember what we talked about yesterday? This is about promoting our being comfortable with ourselves, not about one of us entertaining the others.”

“Yeah, I know. And I’m going to do it… but… I’m worried.”

“This isn’t like you. Normally you’d have fun with this sort of thing. Remember the time you went bra-less for a day and tried to get your nipples hard to make sure everybody would notice? You enjoyed that. It was fun for you to be physical like that, to be in your body! This isn’t so different!” Then I have an idea. “Hey, Luce. Come on over to the theatre with me, will you? We’ve got a while before homeroom.”

She looks suspicious. “What’s this all about?” “Come on,” I say. “You and I are going to have a little fun with this.

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When we get to the theatre, I head immediately for our meeting area, pulling Lucy along by the arm to get her to move faster. “Come on! We’ve only got a minute.” As soon as we’re both inside I take a deep swallow – I’m nervous, now, really nervous, but also really excited. “Remember the rules, Lucy,” I say. Her eyes widen a bit, and I can see that I’m going to have to get things started.

I’m dressed pretty normally today, a solid-color long sleeve T and a pair of jeans, standard attire for me when I don’t feel like giving it all much thought. I reach down and grab the hem of my shirt, take a deep breath, and pull it over my head, exposing my black bra. Another quick motion and that is also lying on the ground, leaving my tits bouncing off in front of me.

“Come on, Abbey. What’s this all about?” Lucy looks really, really nervous now, but at least she’s smiling. Her eyes are glued to my nipples, which are definitely pointed in her direction. “What this is about, Lucy, is you enjoying today like you should. And it’s also about the fact that this is a clothes-free zone and you’re still dressed. Do you need me to help you?” I laugh at that last bit, and she joins in. As I move on to unbuttoning my jeans and tossing them aside, Lucy starts unbuttoning her blouse. A few seconds later we’re standing there, breathing hard, and completely nude.

I take two seconds just to look, and can tell Lucy does the same. We’ve probably seen each other partially nude before, but never quite like this. Her tits are small, and seemingly mostly areola, little black nipples contrasting her deep golden skin. She’s also (perhaps unsurprisingly, but certainly unlike me) trimmed down below, leaving a nice little black triangle. I can see her stomach moving in and out as she breathes, and her mouth is hanging a little open. She’s as nervous and excited as I am.

“Ok, Lucy. So here’s the thing. You need to be excited today for our meeting. This needs to not be a burden, something you only do because you said you would – that defeats the whole purpose of our little club, and you know it. Do you remember that time when you went bra-less, deliberately?” She nods, slowly. “Well, today is going to be a bit like that, just more-so. When you and I leave here to go to class, we’re going to leave certain things behind. Those things are going to be our underwear. All of it.” Lucy finally meets my eyes again, a little startled. Then I see it, a slow red blush starting at her face and spreading down, it seems, through her whole body. “Ok,” she whispers. Then the bell goes.

I walk over and pick up her bra and panties, and then grab mine out of my pile. I take all of them over to the throne, where they join my bra from the other day, just a level below. When the group walks in at lunch, our underwear will all be very, very visible. When I turn around, Lucy already has her skirt back on, and is buttoning her blouse. I pull my jeans up – the crotch feels very strange, pulling against my bare snatch, pushing itself between the folds… Then the T-shirt comes down over my breasts, and I realize that with a chest as big as I have, everyone is going to be able to tell. Everyone. I swallow hard.

And then we’re running for class, scooping up our bags from where we left them by our locker. The jeans keep rubbing my clit, and I hope I’m not leaving a visible wet-spot down there, and I can feel my tits bouncing. Lucy looks flushed, and keeps her hands down to make sure her skirt isn’t billowing up. We skate quickly into homeroom just a minute late, and explain that we missed the bus and had to run. We’re the only ones from our group in the class, so we walk slowly towards the back and sit down. We don’t once even look at each other.  

Inevitably, there are a few guys turning around to look at me; more interestingly, one or two girls are glancing around, shyly, while others are looking disgusted. But overall it’s only a small fraction of the classroom that has noticed. I sigh inwardly and look, tactfully, at my crotch. No wet spot yet, surprisingly.

Lucy looks dazed. As the teacher up front finishes with attendance and starts reading off the day’s announcements, I watch as Lucy carefully skootches her chair up under her desk and reaches up between her legs. Then I see her start, just a little, and the hand re-emerges. Thank you, she mouths, silently. Then, fanning herself as though to alleviate the heat of running, she releases the top button of her blouse and leans forward on her arm. I think you’d have to be standing to see anything, but, of course, I know that doesn’t make it any less exciting.
First two periods today is math class; Lucy’s in a different level than I (she’s always been good with math), but Ben is in my class. I walk slowly over there holding some books in front of my chest, but put them down when I walk in to the classroom. Most people here, luckily, don’t notice; Ben does a little double-take, as though he registers that something is different but can’t tell what. I give him a quick peck on the mouth when I walk over, and we launch into class with our hands clasped together and resting just slightly on the inside of his thigh. I’m pushing our normal interaction a little, but not too far.

Class is an interesting experience. Normally I can pretty successfully divide my attention between communicating subtly with Ben and actually following along with the teacher’s problems, but today there’s a third entity vying for my attention. I’d finally get myself to ignore my crotch and start focusing when Ben, in the course of getting my attention for writing a note or bringing up some little inside joke, would brush his hand along my thigh or my side, and suddenly I’d be worried that I was getting my jeans wet again. By the half-way point in the class Ben had noticed that I was a little bothered, and was asking me about it in his notes.

What’s up? You’re easily distracted today…

You’ll find out later.

Something to do with lunch?

Lucy was nervous.

What’s that’s supposed to mean?

I tried to get her excited rather than scared.

…

So we went out to the theatre and ditched…

Then the teacher was watching, so the notes stopped for a bit. But just the mention of the theatre seemed to clue Ben in. I started to notice him glancing at my chest every little bit. One time I caught his eye for half a second and gave a little nod. His face flushed a little. As I reached out for my eraser I gave my chest a little shake, hopefully not too conspicuously, and smiled at him. He gave me a questioning look, and suddenly beneath the table I could feel his fingers running up the inside of my leg. It tingled, and suddenly I knew that just a quick glance at my chest would show two hard points jutting out. I bent forward, busying myself with a problem, such that my hair fell forward over my chest, and nodded slightly. I heard a little gasp, then his hand took mine and guided it over to his leg. I knew where he was going, but I played along anyway, making him guide my finger slowly up the inside of his leg until I could feel his rock-hard erection inside his khakis. I pressed my palm to it for just half a second, and then got back to the math problem.

I’d like to say that the rest of math passed without a hitch, and on the outside that might be true, but in my head, half a million things were happening. I was replaying our little experiment in physics class; I was giving Ben a blowjob in the boys bathroom; I was in the theatre with Lucy, undressing; I was perched on the throne, getting off; I was perched on the throne next to Lucy, getting her off… That last one was probably the most interesting – I don’t consider myself lesbian in the slightest, but somehow, right then, that just sounded wonderful.

When it was safe to pass notes again, I asked:
What are the rules for our club about the people not on the throne?

Ben considered. We’ll have to bring it up. Probably: don’t do anything to distract from watching the person on the throne.

So we would have to wait until she’s done.

Everyone would.

But we would.

Yes. Too long.

I looked at him then – we traded a long, heartfelt look of longing. And then the bell went.

Ben and I moved slowly, watching each other. I had a grand old knot in the pit of my stomach as I packed up my books. We walked out of class slowly, hand in hand, leaving only the teacher behind. Once outside, we looked at each other as if to say, but where?

He leaned in to kiss me lightly on the lips, and whispered, “The back stairwell will be empty.”

We liked that stairwell. It was only used between the fifth and sixth floors on a regular basis; the doors on all the lower  floors were used only as fire-escapes, and indeed all had alarms on them. So if you went down far enough and stayed relatively quiet, you could get away with murder. And so off to the stairwell we went.

I went first; we generally go in one at a time, trying not to appear suspicious. The school probably wouldn’t like it much, and our friends generally don’t need to know. I went all the way down to the bottom, where the exit to the outside is – there’s a big fan down there that will cover most noise, and I had a feeling things were about to get noisy. I was just setting down my bag when I heard him coming down behind me. I stayed facing the wall, waiting for him to come up, and sure enough, just half a second later I felt two warm hands sliding around my waist, onto my stomach. They paused for a second, then quickly dove under my shirt. I gasped loudly as Ben snuck his hands up under my tits, cradling them, squeezing. I grabbed his hands with my own, through my shirt, and forced him to knead harder, really mashing them for all it was worth, and let out a low groan. I felt like I was about to explode – just two hours had passed, and already I was as tense and horny as could be.

“Fuck me, Ben. Please!” I could feel him kissing the back of my neck, warm break spreading down by back… Then his hands left my tits and starting fumbling with my jeans, releasing the latch and zipper after a few clumsy tries. “Oh my god, Abbey. I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe it,” he said as his hands found the top of my pussy hair, completely uncovered by any panties. I leaned my head over my shoulder and kissed him, soft lips on soft lips, tongues battling each other back… Then I put my hands behind me and started working on his zipper. I wasn’t any less clumsy than he was, but a few moments later I could feel his erection poking into my backside. I stroked it a few times, then put my hands against the wall and leaned forward. He pulled my jeans down just enough, just to expose my ass and my precious damp pussy, and then he was in me.

I was happy for the fan. Things got loud, indeed. Anyone who happened to come down past the second floor could probably hear us anyway, so loud was the slapping of flesh on flesh and the groaning. He was at least as loud as me, surprisingly, grunting with every thrust. I came first, one of those slow, rolling orgasms that left me feeling like putty, glad for the wall to lean on. But somehow, it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t satisfying – it would hold me for a while, but I wanted more. As soon as I was done I pulled off him and spun around, down on my knees. His erection was glistening in front of me, pulsing, obviously ready to shoot off at any moment. His face looked about the same, devoid of much conscious thought, but grateful: I don’t suck him off often, and he loves it when I do. (I love his mouth about as much, for that matter, but that’s another story altogether.) I quickly put his cock in my mouth and started sucking my own juices off of him, swirling my tongue round and round the head until his grunts became one long groan and warm, salty liquid came pouring down into my mouth and stomach. He held my head as he came, fingers tangled in my hair. When he was done, I licked him clean, then stood up to kiss him. One kiss, one quick kiss, and then we had to go – we were nearly late for class already.

Our next class is English, and proves less than interesting. There’s still a tension between Ben and I, but it’s subdued. Now we can wait. By the end of the period, though, I’m starting to wonder about Lucy, and how ready she is for lunch.

Fourth period is history, and Lucy, Ben, and I are all in the class together. Ben and I are waiting outside the classroom when Lucy walks up. She’s a little flushed, but is laughing and flirting with a few other guys in the class – nothing too overt, but normal Lucy behavior. There’s this sort of glow about her, a very primal sort of self-awareness and excitement. The top button of her blouse is still undone, and she’s no longer being so careful about her skirt; nothing untoward is showing, but the teasing isn’t overt enough to draw anyone’s notice, really. Or it wouldn’t be, if it weren’t for two large, hard points on the front of her blouse.

Ben leans over and whispers in my ear, “Wait, Lucy too?” “Of course!” I reply. “That’s the whole point.” Ben looks me once in the eye, then favors Lucy with a long glance, taking it all in. Lucy smiles, and proceeds to drop a book she was carrying. She winks at me as she bends down and leans forward, and suddenly Ben and I – and probably no one else – are treated to a beautiful view straight down her shirt, golden tits and black areolas in full view. I smile back. “Having a good day, Luce?” “Absolutely!”

Class passes quickly. The teacher is lax, the sort who engages the class in random, often off-topic discussions, and Lucy is laughing and joking with her the whole time, exuding that lovely golden aura of confidence. Most of the class is picking up on it, thought they probably don’t suspect it’s from the fact that simply spreading her legs would give the teacher, and anyone else who cared to look, a clear view of her snatch. At the end of class, I walk up and put my arm around her, giving her a little hug from behind. She’s warm, just radiating heat, and now that I’m touching her I can feel her trembling a little. “Ready for lunch, girl?” “Always,” she whispers. For a brief second she leans her head against my chest, and I can feel the side of her face pressed into my soft tit. Then the moment passes, and we’re off to lunch.

The others are actually standing around outside, waiting. “We thought that you should be the first one to go in,” Gordon explains to Lucy. Lucy just smiles, and after half a moments hesitation, she moves inside. We all follow.

I enjoy watching everyone’s reaction as they take in our underwear hanging on the front of the throne. The boys all do triple takes, glancing from the underwear to me to Lucy and back again. Jill gasps a little and blushes, then turns to Lucy: “Why?”

I open my mouth to explain, but Lucy cuts me off. “I was nervous. I needed… a little encouragement. So Abbey and I did something exciting and fun. That’s all.” Jill looks at me, then down at my chest, and suddenly there’s a look of admiration on her face. Dreamlike, she reaches down and pulls her sweater over her head, exposing half-way developed tits, little handfuls of quivering flesh, wrapped in pink cloth. I smile at her. “You’re beautiful, Jill.” Nods from the guys indicate they agree. Still a little dazed, we all watch as Jill reaches around and discards the bra, exposing two hard little nipples, and finally sheds her pants. She then curls up on a cushion on the ground, eyes wide and face a little flushed.

“Guys next,” I say, smiling at Ben. Then, as an afterthought, I reach out and grab his t-shirt, pulling it over his head for him, and begin unbuttoning his jeans. Out of the corner of my eye I watch as Gordon and Max strip down. Max is a tad hairy for my tastes, but his dark, throbbing erection is just a bit larger than Ben’s, and looks positively yummy. Gordon is an athlete, the only one among us, and has a beautiful, sculpted look; his groin isn’t quite so hairy, and his cock is circumcised, the head staring out at us. I glance over at Jill: She looks like she’s about to go into shock, and for a brief moment I expect her to reach out and grab the nearest boy, but then she doesn’t, and the attention turns to Lucy and I.

“Ready, Luce?” She answers by smiling and walking towards me. Her hands briefly run up and down my sides, finally landing on the hem of my shirt, and I raise my arms to allow her to gently pull it off. Everyone immediately fixates on my bare chest, tits swinging around, and I start working on Lucy’s buttons. We undress each other slowly, carefully, working hard not to touch each other in any “private” places. When we’re done, we turn out and face the rest of the group, and just stare for a bit.

“Ok,” says Lucy. “Food first. Then festivities.” She grabs her lunch back and vaults up onto her throne, perching lewdly at the front, legs spread wide open. Her confidence, her golden aura, is still there, and the rest of us follow suite. 

The next little while is odd. All of us start trying desperately to act as though this is just a normal lunch, each curled up or sprawled out in our favorite spots with our lunch. But little things indicate that we’re all actually nervous and excited beyond belief. Jill, bashful as usual, has tactfully moved the Tweety Bird around into her lap and is hugging it to her chest for comfort. Gordon and Max have a distinct tendency to loose track of the conversation while staring at either my tits or Lucy’s pussy, which we all ignore with quiet little smiles. Me, I’m flirting with Ben more than usual, and continuously distracted by the rather large cock staring at me out of the corner of my eye. Only Lucy is acting completely normally, sitting at the front of her throne, legs sprawled open lewdly, laughing and joking and eating… 

After a while, Lucy calls us to order, so to speak. “Ok, guys, I think we’ve got a few things to decide before any festivities really get started. The thing that’s been on my mind most is, how about spreading this? The whole point of this little club, after all, is to have it spread… How do we go about doing that?”

“By recommendation only…” Ben says quietly. Than he speaks up more. “We need to lay down a set of rules about respect, etc., and ensure that before anyone actually participates in the club they really understand and agree to abide by the rules.”

“Yeah, what he said,” Max agrees. “I mean, this club is really around to combat two sets of negative perceptions – one being the social rules that force us to hide our bodies and sexuality, and the other being the one that wants us to commoditize it, cheapen it, treat it disrespectfully. The same way we need to keep this club hidden from people who would do the former, we gotta keep it out of the hands of people who would do the latter.”

“Fair enough,” said Lucy. “And what about this: For new members, Throne Day happens on their first day. A bit of an initiation – make them feel vulnerable on their first day, so they know what it’s really like for the rest of us.” There’s a general chorus of agreement.

“Ben and I were wondering, earlier…” He giggles besides me, but I go on anyway. “We were wondering what the rules were about people not on the throne getting off were around here. And what about… Well, getting help with getting off (let’s put it that way)?” A few snickers, but then silence. Jill solves it, moving her head around Tweety for the first time so far – “I think that should be up to whomever is on the throne. They’re the one showing themselves off – it should be up to them whether they want everyone just watching or… whether they want people following along. Or more.” Again, general agreement.

“Good!” says Lucy. “And speaking of that, it’s time for you all to watch me. And since it’s my day and that seems to give me a bit more power, I think I want everybody just watching, today. Ya’ll can get off later.” She smiles, and begins packing up her lunch. The rest of us follow suite, suddenly silent.

When Lucy’s done packing up, she settles herself down squarely on the throne, leaning back on her hands, legs spread wide. She smiles at us, suddenly a little shy; down below we’re all readjusting ourselves – I’ve moved as far away from Ben as I can get, so I won’t be tempted, and brought my legs up to my chest, curling up around them; Jill moves over next to the loveseat, down to my left, to get a better view, and again curls up around Tweety; they guys all shift so that their resting on one side or the other and curl up, cocks hidden from view, for now. “Ready?” Luce asks softly. We all nod.

She smiles again, a long, slow, luxurious smile, and shifts so she can support herself all on her right hand. Her left moves out to her hip, trailing a slow, winding back up over her hip, circling her navel, up the middle of her chest, right through the crack between her breasts… She leans her head back, tickling her neck briefly, and then the fingers have found their destination – her mouth. They dip softly inside, and she raises her head to look us all in the face as she slowly and sensuously sucks her index and middle fingers deep into her mouth. She kisses them once, and then they slowly trace their way down her neck, pausing at that space between her breasts.

She’s breathing hard already, steadily but deeply and a little quickly, her beautiful naked stomach pushing in and out, chest rising and falling… Her tits are quivering from her breath as she starts to massage them, at first just lightly trailing her fingers in circles around her nipples, leaving a slight glistening trail on those dark aureoles. Then, without warning, she grabs her right nipple firmly and twists; the whole breast deforms under her suddenly violent assault, and as her back arches with equal violence we here a small groan, barely more than a pant. She holds the nipple for a few seconds, rubbing it around and around, then suddenly her movements are gentle again, moving flat fingers back and forth over her tits. Then that tiny groan again – this time she’s grabbed her entire left breast, mashing and pulling and twisting and… And then it’s done, and the hand works its way slowly back up to her mouth.

She licks and sucks, slowly, and I find myself fixated on her eyes. They’re still open, staring straight off into space, but are clouded over, slightly, unseeing… And then suddenly they’re sharp again, focused right on me. She smiles, removing the fingers from her mouth, and I feel a tingle rush down my spine – she’s smiling at me through her lust. She repeats the performance with her tits, but her eyes never leave mine, and I get to watch as that blurred veil moves over them with each violent arch of her back.

Then her hand moves down further, and I can almost hear the rest of us holding our breath. Her eyes are closed as her fingers probe her lower hair and folds, little gasps escaping her, almost like hiccups, with every movement of her fingers. Without opening her eyes, she smiles a little naughty smile, and we watch as she spreads open her pussy for us, exposing beautiful pink flesh. I can see her clit – it’s nice and big and long, quivering above the little stretch of pink. She thumbs in, experimentally, once, twice… And then, with a little shrug as if to say, “whatever, here goes,” all veil of tenderness is lost – in one quick motion, she’s got her index finger stuck lewdly up inside the pink, letting out a long, low moan as her snatch expands around it.

I can see her muscles twitching, both in her crack and all over her lower body. She waits a minute for the twitches to subside, but never stops smiling. It’s exactly the sort of spunky, devil-may-care smile I always imagine Lucy with, and somehow it seems like it involves more than just her face, as though she’s smiling with her whole body, casting her radiance around the room. It’s beautiful, quirky… Everything I know Lucy to be.

She sighs a little, just a little “Hmmm…” It’s as though to say, “Well, that was nice. Now what’s next?” And then there’s another gasp and another violent motion to accompany it – the finger pulls out, all the way out, so we can see the tip of the finger glistening with her juices, and then plunges back in. And then again. And again. After the fourth or fifth of these, she withdraws the finger slowly, carefully, and it once again traces that winding path up over her clit and past her navel, leaving a small but visible trail of pussy juice over her nipples, and finally dips into her mouth. She opens her eyes, which are positively sparkling, and slowly looks each one of us in the eye in turn. She comes to me last, but when she does, I feel my whole body quiver, such is the energy in her one look. She moans a little around her fingers, then removes them. They glisten in the air in front of her. “Here goes,” she says softly.

Two fingers now, two fingers deep into her pussy. She’s gasping, head thrown back, nipples tracing some complicated, wild pattern in the air above her. Her hips keep shifting with every thrust: up, down, back, forward, rocking side to side, tensing and relaxing, then tensing again. Her hand starts at a decent tempo, but quickly picks up the pace, and her palm curves around so that the heel of it is pounding into her clit with every thrust. Her whole body is shaking, and she’s positively dripping lubrication. For that matter, so am I – I want so badly to join her, for my hand to move in rhythm with hers, my breath and voice in harmony… But she said to watch, so watch we all do.

Suddenly, her back curls up, head coming forward, a small grunt making it out through her wide open mouth. Her hand stops, then thrusts again, prompting another grunt. I can see her sweating – her whole body is glistening along with her pussy, taking on a deeper luster all of its own. The smile on her face hasn’t left, but now she’s bent forward, whole face scrunched up, whole body tense… Her fingers are out of her pussy, and her whole hand is moving in wild circles over her pussy, round and round and round so fast I can barely see it. She seems to be holding her breathe, but the rest of us aren’t – I can hear everybody else panting along with me, loudly, in anticipation. I can actually see little glistening flecks of juice spraying off of Lucy’s hand as it moves, speckling the front of the throne and the pile of clothes down below just a tad. Then there’s this moan that sounds almost like a laugh, starting low and going way, way high, coming in short, accelerating bursts, and Lucy’s thrown her whole upper body back, chest heaving as though she’s laughing as hard as she can. Her hips are spasming so hard I’m afraid she’s going to fall off the throne, and that hand of hers just never stops moving, round and round and round… Then one more spasm, and she collapses back on her back, exhausted, spent, whole body come to rest. We hear her sigh, then the hand begins to trail it’s way up towards her face. We watch as, smiling, she sticks those fingers back in her mouth, moaning just a little as she licks the juices off her palm, and then goes back to scoop up more. She’s breathing in deeply and slowly, stomach moving, and her now free right hand is trailing idly around her tits. Then, slowly and luxuriously, she stretches, and sits up. She looks around, smiling at us…

And little Jill to my left starts quietly applauding. We all join in, slowly, and Lucy, our daring queen, just basks. I swear, the rest of us are casting her shadow at this point, she’s glowing so much, her golden body glistening with sweat. “You go girl,” I mouth, and she laughs. It’s a high, pealing sort of laugh, and we all join in.

“Ok, guys. I think after that, I get to chose who goes next. I propose from now on we try to alternate boy-girl-boy-girl, but no one person goes a second time until everyone has been up here. And as such, tomorrow… I think it’s Ben’s turn.”
I turn and look at Ben. He’s flushed, his hands conspicuously behind his back to keep them away from the raging boner pointed straight up in the air in his lap. I see his eyes focus, suddenly, then her turns and looks at me, then back at Lucy. “Fine. And tomorrow I’ll have a draft of our rules of conduct, too, for us all to review. Sound good?” Everybody nods. I feel a little tingling in my stomach – I’ve been with Ben for quite a while, but haven’t ever seen him get himself off. This should be interesting.

“Ok, guys, lunch is over. Thanks for watching.” She blows us a little kiss, then hops off the throne, slowly pulling on her panties and bra. The rest of us follow suite, filing slowly out into the theatre as the bell goes.

Notably, despite being a bit on the late side, everybody makes a bee-line for the bathrooms. Jill seems about to walk to class, but I grab her by the hand. “Come on. We can be late, after that.” She blushes a little, and then follows me in. We part ways, each taking a stall. I don’t even bother to sit down – just shove my hand beneath my panties and start rubbing. My clit is huge, and my panties are quickly getting soaked. I hear Jill unzipping next door, and then I can hear her panting, groaning… I imagine her little hand beneath her panties, quivering, and groan low and soft as I come, a harmony to her little treble gasps and squeaks. When we emerge, we check each other over, straightening clothing and hair. I splash some water on my face, and then we walk, side by side, to class. 

I can’t wait until my turn.