Title:  Amandine, an Unpopular Girl

Codes:  fff, ff, f-solo, reluc & cons, rom, anal, long

Summary:  New to school, Vanessa must choose which girl she 
likes. There is the hot, athletic Kayla, and the small, 
strange, eccentric Amandine. Who will she choose?


*****


We cornered Amandine under the bleachers.  She looked 
around, not exactly afraid, but clearly wanting to escape.  
It was too late.  There was no way out.

"Come on Kayla," I said, "I don't really give a shit if 
she's wearing the same skirt I am."

"The bitch has to pay!" Kayla said.

Kayla was a beautiful girl, tall and lean, with blonde hair 
past her shoulders.  She wore a tight tee shirt and tighter 
jeans.  Her ass was amazing.   She had cold, brilliant green
eyes, which stared at poor Amandine with intense hatred.

Amandine didn't say anything.  She just backed away, looking
back and forth between Kayla and me.

So this was Amandine.  She was a small girl with thin blonde
hair, almost white.  I wouldn't call her pretty, exactly.  
She had pale skin, and dark sunken eyes.  Her nose was 
narrow.  Her arms and legs were skinny.  She was wearing a 
small white blouse and a little tartan skirt, just like 
mine.

Kayla grabbed her and pushed her back.

"So why are you wearing the same skirt as my girlfriend?"

Girlfriend?  She'd never called me that before, but -- yeah 
-- that's what I wanted to be, Kayla's girlfriend.

"I had no idea what she'd wear," muttered Amandine.

"Are you trying to turn me on?  Do you want me to fuck you?
Vanessa, grab her so she doesn't escape."

"Look," I said, "She can wear whatever she wants.  Let's go 
back to the cafeteria."

"Grab her!  I wanna play a little game."

I gave in, grabbing the girl from behind, gripping both her 
elbows, and pulling her arms behind her back.  She leaned 
against me.  Her hair was pressed against my chin.

"So, bitch, do you want pleasure or pain?"

"What?"

"Pleasure or pain.  Choose."

Amandine said nothing for a second, then muttered, I guess 
to me, "Please let me go."

Kayla advanced and reached between Amandine's legs, pressing
her skirt up, rubbing.

"Then I'll choose for you, and I pick pleasure."

I bent forward, looking over the girl's shoulder, and saw 
Kayla kneading her crotch.  Needless to say, I was 
surprised.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"The bitch wants to turn me on with her cute little skirt.  
Let's give her what she wants.  Don't let go."

If she'd struggled, I would have.  However, she just leaned 
back against me, tensing up in obvious pleasure.  She 
moaned.  I couldn't really believe it, but it was happening.

Kayla kept rubbing.  Amandine squatted down a bit to spread 
her legs.

"Please kiss me."

"Fuck no, you slut."

I held her against me.  She was writhing and pressing 
against my chest.  My nipples were pierced, and the fabric 
of my shirt was pulling against them.  They got real hard.  
Amandine started rocking her hips, pushing herself against 
Kayla's hand.  She moaned louder.

Her rubbing against my tits felt really good.  I pulled her 
against me tighter and moaned a little bit too.  It took her
only a few minutes.

"I'm gonna cum.  Please kiss me while I cum."

"Just cum, bitch!  Just fucking cum!"

She tensed up.  She muttered, "Oh yes," then her legs gave 
out as her body convulsed.  I held her from behind and 
gradually lowered her onto her knees.

"Now look what you did to yourself bitch," Kayla said, 
looking down at the front of Amandine's skirt.  There was a 
huge wet spot.  It was very obvious.

"Try walking through the halls in my girlfriend's skirt now,
you little cum dumpster.  Come on Vanessa, let's go."

Kayla turned to leave.  Amandine sat there on her knees.

One last time:  "Please kiss me."

I couldn't take it anymore.  She looked so pathetic, but in 
a weird way, she was very lovely.  I squatted down, turned 
her chin to me, and pressed my lips against hers, giving her
a long deep kiss.  She reached with one hand and stroked my 
hair.

"What the fuck, Vanessa!  Don't kiss the bitch."

"I'll kiss who I want."

"But not her!"

"Amandine, wait here and I'll get my car.  I'll take you to 
my house and you can borrow some clothes."

She looked up at me.  Her eyes were wide with surprise.

"No fucking way!" Kayla shouted.

"Look, Kayla, I can't leave her like this.  Let me take her 
home and we'll talk later, OK?"

"You're too nice, Vanessa.  She's a cunt."

"I don't want to fight you, but I'm doing this.  We'll talk 
later, OK?"

"Fine!  If you fuck her, you can forget about being with 
me."

With that, she stormed off.

"She's your girlfriend?"  Amandine asked.

"Well, sort of.  I mean -- I'm still not really sure."


*****


"Thanks.  I don't know why you're helping me," Amandine said
as we drove to my house.

"Yeah, well I guess I'm just too nice for this school."

"Kayla won't forgive you.  She hates me."

"Yeah, that's pretty obvious.  How'd you piss her off?"

"I dunno.  I've done nothing to her.  People just hate me 
'cause everyone else does."

"Yeah, well I don't hate you.  Do you like girls?"

"I don't know.  I guess so.  That was my first time with a 
girl."

She just sat there with no expression.

I went on, "Uh -- so, do you mind if I ask, are the rumors 
about you true?  That you fuck everyone's boyfriend?"

"Yeah, I guess.  It isn't my fault.  I don't check who's 
dating who.  If some guy wants to fuck me, I'll fuck him.  
If he was going with someone else, how's that my fault?"

"Yeah but -- I mean -- they hate you, even the boys.  They 
say the worst shit about you."

"I know -- and look I've heard all this before.  But if I 
didn't let them fuck me, I'd never get fucked."

I just looked her.  I was surprised to hear anyone say 
something so -- blatant.

"You could find someone who actually likes and respects you?
You're cute enough."

She turned and looked at me.

"That never happens."

It couldn't be that bad, I thought, but said nothing.

"Anyhow, I'll talk to Kayla later.  I mean -- I'm pretty 
sure she'll forgive me.  I know she wants to fuck me, and 
she's probably my girlfriend.  So, I'll ask her to be nicer 
to you."

She didn't say anything.  She looked out the window of the 
car.


*****


We got to my house, and I took her to my room.

"Well, you're a bit smaller than me, but I have some old 
clothes that might fit you.  Let me look.  I'll go outside 
to let you change."

She didn't wait for me.  She just undid her skirt and let it
drop to the floor.  She was wearing little white cotton 
panties with a pink floral pattern.  They were cute, but not
the sort of thing I expected her to wear.  Next, she pulled 
her panties down, and tossed them aside.  She stood there, 
wearing nothing but her blouse.

"Uh -- Amandine.  I didn't really want a show."

Her blouse didn't hang very low, and I could see her mound 
peeking out from below.  She didn't shave, and there was a 
little halo of white fluffy hair.  I saw a flicker of gold 
-- down there.  A piercing?  Her clit?  I looked closer -- I
couldn't help it.  Yep, there was a little gold band.

I'd had my nipples and tongue pierced, but nothing that -- 
advanced.

She just looked at me, seeming unconcerned that I was 
staring at her cunt.

"Did that hurt?"

"Yeah, when they put it in.  I like how it feels now, 
though."

"I can imagine.  Do you have any others?"

"No, this is enough."

Nice sense of minimalism.  From what I could see, her pussy 
looked nice.

"OK.  Well, let me find you something to wear."

I pulled an old box of clothes from my closet.  There were a
couple cute skirts that might fit her, a few pairs of 
panties, and an old favorite dress.  I tossed them over to 
her.

"Here, try these on."

She did.  The little blue skirt seemed to fit her fine.

"That'll do.  You can leave your other clothes here and I'll
wash them for you.  I don't think you wanna be walking 
around school with those."

"OK, thanks."

"So -- uh -- look -- Do you wanna make out?  I won't fuck 
you -- since Kayla said not to -- but she didn't say we 
couldn't kiss."

"Sure."

"But first, I want you to try on that dress."

"Really?  It isn't my style."

It was sort of a retro style dress, black and white, rather 
short, and with thin shoulder straps.  I'd always liked the 
way my bra straps showed when I'd worn it.

"I think you'll look cute.  I'd love to make out with you 
while you're wearing it."

I didn't tell her it was the first dress I'd kissed a girl 
in, the first dress I'd had an orgasm in -- well, with 
another person.

She put it on.  I was right.  She was very lovely.  The 
borders were black and offset her pale flesh.  She looked 
like a little doll.

"Your so pretty, Amandine.  Come and sit by me."

She sat next to me.  I leaned and kissed her.  Her lips 
parted.  We turned to each other and embraced, laying back 
on the bed with our mouths locked.  She slipped in her 
tongue, rubbing around the stud of my piercing.

"I like kissing you, Amandine."

She didn't say anything.  I reached down, without really 
planning to, and rubbed her ass.

"I love this dress so much.  I had a lot of great times in 
it."

She kissed me again, sucking my breath from my mouth.  She 
wrapped one of her legs around me and pressed her hips 
forward rubbing against my leg.  I squeezed her ass again, 
massaging it deeply.  We lay there together, kissing and 
petting.  I pulled her closer.  My eyes fluttered.  I felt 
really good.

I tried to get control of myself.

"OK, that is enough.  If we go much farther I won't be able 
to stop myself."

She backed away, looking at me.  I kissed her again.

I got a big grin.  "OK -- This is just about to go too far.
Let's go back to the car before I lose it.  You can keep the
dress."

"I don't want it.  I'd like to borrow the blue skirt if it 
is OK."

She stood up.  I reached out and rubbed her ass.

"Look -- I won't fuck you, or eat you or anything, but will 
you get off for me?  I have a vibrator you can use.  I just 
wanna watch."

"That would be nice."

I ran to the bathroom and got my vibrator from the closet.  
It was one of those "body massage" wands they sell at the 
drugstore.  I'd bought it a few months ago, and my parents 
said nothing.  I mean -- they must have known what I used it
for.

When I returned she was laying on the bed with the hem of 
the dress pulled up and her pussy exposed.  I plugged in the
vibrator and handed it to her.

She turned it on and pressed it to her pussy.  It let out a 
loud buzzing sound as it touched her clit ring, but quieted 
to a dull hum as she pressed it tight.  She lay back, 
closing her eyes and moaning.

It didn't take long.  It was a very powerful vibrator.  One 
moment she was laying there, passive, the next she had 
bucked her hips hard and was squealing.  Her whole body 
jerked to one side, then the other.  She struggled to keep 
the vibrator pressed to her pussy, her eyes closed, her legs
curling up and shaking.  Then she collapsed back, letting 
the wand, still buzzing, fall to the floor.

It took her a while to catch her breath.  Then she grinned 
at me.

"This has been a good day."

How amazing, I thought.  What a perfect little creature!  I 
wrapped my arms tight around my body and kind of shivered 
and twitched.


*****


Back at school, I found Kayla by her locker.  She was sweaty
from gym class, and her tee shirt clung to her tits.  I 
walked up, giving her a bashful smile.

"So, did you fuck her?"

"No -- I mean -- we kissed some, and she masturbated for me,
but I didn't fuck her."

She blinked.

"So you like that bitch?  Seriously, what the fuck?"

"Uh, yeah a little, I guess.  Look, so you need to decide.  
Do you want me to be your girlfriend or not?"

"After you've been with her?"

"We didn't do much, and yeah.  Look, since I've been with 
you, you've gotten exactly one girl off, and it was her!  So
-- you can't exactly be jealous of me!  And if she's so 
horrible to be with, what were you doing rubbing her pussy?"

"Ruining her skirt."

I paused.

"Uh, yeah.  So look -- you have to decide.  You're like the 
hottest girl in school.  If you want me, I'm yours."

She stared at me.  She paced around me, eyes fixed on me, 
just looking hard.  I stood still.  She got behind me.

I went on, "So, are you my girlfriend or not?  If you are, 
I'll forget about her."

She got up by my ear and whispered.

"You want me to eat your pussy, don't you?"

My eyes darted around.  The hall wasn't crowded, but we 
weren't alone.

"You want me to lick you where you pee."

She said that real quiet.  It was an odd thing to say -- but
yeah, it was true.  That's exactly where I wanted her to 
lick me.

"Oh god yes."

"Then you're my girlfriend and fucking off limits to her!"

I had a huge smile on my face.  She grabbed me and turned me
around.  I wanted to kiss her, but too many people would 
see.

"So, my parents are at the museum tonight.  They should be 
pretty late.  You can come by."

She leaned against me.  I giggled and licked my lips.  
Finally!

Then she put her hands on my shoulders, and not so hard, she
shoved me back.

"But wear a different skirt.  That one makes me sick."


*****


I dressed for our tryst.  I wore sheer black panties and a 
black bra.  I put on a ridiculously tiny miniskirt, red, and
a white blouse that did nothing to hide the bra.  My socks 
were long and white and went to just beneath my knees.  My 
shoes were black, patent leather, with short heels.

I looked in the mirror.  It was kind of awesome to see 
myself like that.  I put on some lipstick, deep red, of 
course.

My hair was long and black.  I put it up in a ponytail, 
leaving a few strands to fall along my face.  I gazed at 
myself.  I pursed my lips.

I looked like a total whore.  I couldn't wait for Kayla to 
see me.

She called, saying that her parents were just leaving and to
get over there.  I drove quickly.

I pulled up to her house.  It was one of those mansions with
high ceilings, huge windows, and marble tile everywhere.  
The front door had a ridiculous big brass knocker that 
engaged the doorbell when you touched it.  I rang.

She greeted me at her door wearing nothing but panties and a
bra.  They were blue pastel.

She looked at me.  I smiled, hoping my slutty little outfit 
would have the right effect.  She gazed up and down.  She 
bit her bottom lip and sort of sneered.

"You look really good."

I smiled.  "Hurry up and let me in."

She closed the door behind me, kissing me.  We embraced.  I 
pressed close.  The fabric of my blouse was stiff, and I 
rubbed my chest against her, feeling my nipple piercings 
catch.  She let me rub, a few seconds, face to face with a 
grin.  Then her hands found my ass.  She yanked up my skirt,
grabbed my panties, and pulled them into the crack of my 
ass.  Her fingers pressed in.

They pushed in and touched me -- there.  They pressed 
harder, insistent.  Just the tiniest bit, but my panties 
went in -- inside me, and not my pussy.  My eyes shot open 
wide.  I'd never had that done to me before.  I began to 
wonder, was Kayla a bit kinky?

"Come into my room."

She turned, and turnabout seemed fair.  I reached down 
grabbing her ass with one hand and wrapped the other around 
her neck, stopping her.  She didn't struggle, but seemed 
surprised.

"I wanna try what you just did."

I went ahead and pushed her panties up into her crack, 
rubbing them, pushing, just like she'd done to me.

"Mmmmm.  So you like ass?"

"I like yours."

"Let's go to my room."

We went to her room.  It had a thick plush rug, a big comfy 
bed, a pair of dressers, a nightstand, and a desk.  
Everything was white.  There were some clothes scattered 
around, but it wasn't too messy.

We kissed again.

She bent me over and shoved me onto her bed, not too hard.  
She pulled my up skirt and rubbed -- through my panties 
again.  I lay forward, trying to stay relaxed.

I wondered how far she would go.

She pulled my panties down and my cheeks apart.  I just lay 
there.  My pussy felt warm.

I felt something soft and wet touching me -- there.  I felt 
it push in, just a bit.  I gasped and yanked at her sheets.
I moaned hard, and never so hard with my pussy still 
untouched.

"Is that your tongue?"

"Yeah," she said, pulling back for a second before going 
back in, this time kissing.

It was magical.  It was a whole different kind of amazing.

She licked more, swirling around, then kissed it again.

Then up.  She lay forward next to me.  We kissed.  I sucked 
on her tongue.  It was weird, but it didn't bother me, 
thinking where it had just been.  It was lovely and 
wonderful.

"Now, do me."

I gazed into her eyes, overcome.  I sucked on her tongue 
more.  I was afraid, but I couldn't exactly refuse.

I sat on my knees just behind her, and rubbed her panties --
over that spot.  She moaned.  I pulled them down.  It 
puckered at me.  It was perfectly round and pink.  Her 
pussy, just beneath, was neatly trimmed, and pink as well.

"It's so beautiful."

It was.  I swear it was.

I reached forward with my tongue, slowly, not sure what to 
expect.  I made contact, licking around its circumference.  
It tasted slightly metallic, not bad at all.  I lay my 
tongue flat, letting my piercing push in, and wiggled it 
around.

She moaned -- more.  I wanted to make her scream.  I pushed 
my tongue in deep, locking my lips around her hole, probing 
as hard as I could.

"Oh Vanessa.  That is perfect.  Just fucking perfect."

At that moment I decided that I indeed liked ass.

Kayla reached over to her nightstand.  She pulled out a 
narrow vibrator with a bulbous head and handed it to me.  It
was about six inches long.  I grinned.  It was obvious where
to put it.

"Put it in my pussy first and let it get good and wet.  Then
spit on my ass, so it's wet too.  Then push it in slowly."

I did what I was told, getting it good and wet in her pussy.
I turned it on.  It made a gentle hum, much softer than my 
massaging vibrator at home, but still, it seemed strong 
enough.  I licked her again, letting some spit fall from my 
tongue.  Then, I pushed in the end of the vibrator.

It went slowly, at first, as the bulbous end forced its way 
up.  Then it entered completely, and I saw her anus close 
around the head.

She moaned loudly.

"Oh god that feels amazing."

I pushed it a bit deeper.

"Is that too far?"

"Oh fuck!  Deeper, but slowly."

Her whole body tensed up.  She moaned.

I started fucking her, slow and gentle, pulling out until I 
felt it tug against her anus, then pushing slowly in.  Each 
time I pushed, she grabbed the sheets with her hands and 
tensed her whole body.  Each time I pulled, she relaxed and 
cooed.

I was amazed.  My pussy was dripping wet, its juices running
down my leg -- literally.  I pinched my own nipples through 
my blouse and bra, pulling on my piercings.  I wanted to 
fucking cum so bad.  I wanted her to cum even more.

I kept fucking her with the vibrator.  I rubbed her pussy 
with my other hand, up and down, squeezing her clit each 
time I passed it.

She moaned louder -- was it a scream yet?  Her motions 
became intense.  I squatted down as low as I could.  I 
pressed my face up against her pussy, sucking her juices 
into my mouth, and pressing my tongue in, my piercing 
rubbing around inside her hole, still fucking her ass.

That did it.  Her whole body went stiff.

"Oh fuck I'm cumming!  Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck."

She just lay there, her whole body tense.  Several seconds 
passed.  I kept licking and fucking, but slowly.

"Oh fuck!"

Then she relaxed.

"Oh god oh fuck that felt good.  Kiss me.  Right now!"

I leaned forward and kissed her.

The vibrator hung from her, still buzzing.  I reached down, 
kissing her more.  I pulled it out and shut it off.

We kept kissing, pressing our tongues together.  I gazed 
into her green eyes.

"Now I want you to suck on it."

"On what?"

"The vibrator.  Stick it in your mouth."

I looked at it, and then did what I was told, sucking gently
on the plastic.  She licked her lips.

"How does my ass taste?"

I was a little freaked out.  I really couldn't believe I was
doing this.  I sucked harder.

It didn't really taste like anything, just plastic.  But 
still -- 

"Your ass tastes great."

 -- There was no reason not to play along.

She undid her bra.  Her tits were firm, with a lovely tan 
line around them.  Her nipples were pink, puffy, and 
slightly dimpled.  I took the vibrator out of my mouth, 
leaned forward, and gently sucked on them.

"You have great tits."

"Thanks.  Let's see yours."

She unbuttoned my blouse, and unclipped my bra, exposing my 
tits.  They were small, but reasonably firm.  She noticed my
piercings.

"Oh -- so what are these?"

She leaned forward and took one of my nipples into her 
mouth, biting down on the piercing and pulling.  I cooed.

"You didn't mention you had these.  That is so fucking 
sexy."

"Yeah.  I like them.  They feel great."

"Oh god you're a delicious little slut."

It was true.  There was no denying it.  She pushed me onto 
my back.

"I have another surprise for you."

She reached back over to her nightstand and pulled out a 
strap-on dildo.  It was black, thick, about nine inches 
long, and slightly tapered coming to a rounded tip.  It was 
soft latex, and drooped slightly.

"How'd you like to get properly fucked?"

I smiled.  "I'd like to get fucked very much."

She got up and put the dildo on, strapping it tight.  I lay 
back, pulling my skirt up around my tummy, spreading my 
legs.  She climbed on top of me, and the dildo pressed up 
against my pussy.

I arched my hips up, pressing and squirming, trying to get 
it lined up with my hole.  It took a few tries, but it 
slipped in.  She pushed her hips tight against mine, the 
dildo full in to its hilt.

I felt filled up.

She began to rock her hips, pushing and pulling the dildo 
inside my cunt.  Little shock of pleasure went up my body.  
I pinched my own nipples hard, moaning and squirming.  I 
closed my eyes and let the sensation of the fuck wash over 
me.

"Open your mouth."

I did, with my eyes still closed.  I felt something wet drip
into it.  I looked, and Kayla's face was above mine, with a 
stream of spit dripping from her tongue into my mouth.  I 
swallowed it down.

She kissed me deeply and kept fucking me.

It went on.  It felt amazing.  I squirmed and squealed.  
However, I didn't cum.

A long time passed like that.

"Are you going to fucking cum already?"

"Eventually, I hope.  It feels great."

"I'm getting tired."

She stopped fucking me and sat back pulling the dildo out.

"Maybe we can do something different?  I could do you again,
or maybe you could, you know, do to me what I did to you?"

"Fuck your ass?"

"Yeah, with the vibrator."

"Alright.  Turn over."

"OK.  Wait!  Go slowly.  I've never done this before."

"Just turn over."

I rolled over onto my stomach.  I felt her spread my cheeks 
again.  I was so nervous and excited.  I couldn't believe I 
was going to do this, but I wanted to cum for her so bad.  I
think I would have tried anything.

She leaned down and licked me while slipping the vibrator 
into my pussy, getting it wet, then back out.  She spat -- 
there, rubbing it with her finger.

I heard the vibrator turn on.  A wave of excitement passed 
over me.  My pussy tingled, untouched.

The vibrator pressed against my asshole.  She pushed the 
head in.  It was ... buzzing.

Oh my god it fucking felt good!  I stiffened my entire body,
my mouth open in a wide gasping moan.  I couldn't form 
words.

It slipped all the way in, and she fucked me with it.  
Slowly, it built -- something.  I was overwhelmed.  I was 
almost cumming.  It was like -- I was trapped in a long, 
lingering almost-orgasm.  This was a level of pleasure 
beyond my experience.

"Get up on your knees."

I complied as best I could.  My legs felt like rubber.  My 
whole pussy tickled from the vibrations radiating from my 
ass.  Then she got to her knees, lining her hips up behind 
mine.  She pushed the dildo into my pussy again.

She was fucking me in both holes.

I came.  I came so fucking hard.  I'm sure I screamed out.  
My eyes rolled up in my head.  I saw blackness.  All thought
ceased.

I have no idea how long I was like that, just quivering.  I 
mean -- I was semi-conscious, tingling, breathing, feeling 
pure bliss.

My first conscious thought was that she was still fucking 
me.

I came again, gasping for air, my chest heaving.  I came one
more time, a wave of pleasure spreading from my pussy across
my body, all of me tensing up.

It was too much.

"Stop.  Oh god please stop!"

She kept rocking her hips, thrusting into me.

"Fuck yeah!  Take that fuck!"

I felt her pull the vibrator from my ass, but she kept 
fucking my pussy.

"Please!  No more!"

I pulled away from her, pushing back with my arm.  The dildo
slipped free.  I grabbed my pussy with both hand, protecting
it, but even that was too much sensation.  I rolled over 
onto my back, closing my legs tight.

"Fuck yeah!  I fucked you good!"

I laughed.  I tried to calm down, but my body kept 
twitching.  I sat up, leaning forward, kissing her, licking 
her face, spitting into her mouth.  She pinched my nipples 
hard.

She had indeed fucked me good.  Very, very good.

"Now, my little slut.  I want you to make me cum again!"

I lay back for a bit, catching my breath, just smiling, and 
smiling so much.  I sat up and grabbed her.


*****


Later, I lay in bed, thinking about what just happened.  We 
hadn't stopped there, of course.  I had put on the dildo and
fucked both her holes from behind, just like she had me.  
Then she fucked me again, just in the pussy.  It didn't take
so long this time.  I came, hard and wonderful.

Then it was late, and her parents were due home, so she made
me get dressed and kicked me out, with one final kiss and a 
hard smack on the ass.

It was the most amazing fuck of my life -- simply beyond 
words.

There was only one problem, I still wanted more, just to 
calm down, just to help me sleep.

I lay in my bed, naked, slowly stroking my pussy with one 
hand.  My mind was racing, swirling around with thoughts of 
ass, pussy, spit, and tits.  I was desperate to cum again.

I got my vibrator from the bathroom.  My parents slept on 
the other side of the house, so unless I was real unlucky, 
they wouldn't hear it.

I plugged it in, turned it on, and held it against my pussy.
The sensation spread up across my body, soothing and gentle.
My toes curled up.

However, it wasn't happening.  I wasn't going to cum.

I tried thinking of Kayla, her fucking me hard, spitting on 
me, spanking me, pulling on my nipples, but it didn't help.
Then I thought of her eyes, a gentle kiss.  There was a 
slight tingle of pleasure, but it passed.

Then I thought of her!  The other one!  Amandine!

Her soiled skirt and panties were still in my hamper.  I 
went and got them.  I pressed them to my face, taking a deep
breath.  I could still smell the faint odor of her cunt on 
them.

I lay back down.  I took her panties and rubbed them against
my pussy, balling them up, and pushing them into my hole.

I squirmed a little.  I let out a deep moan.

Then I took the skirt, the cute little tartan skirt that was
just like mine, and folded it over once, and laid it over my
pussy, so the spot that had been wet was just over my hole.
Then I turned the vibrator on and pressed it firmly.

My eyes fluttered.  I cooed.  I thought of her under the 
bleachers, leaning back against me as Kayla made her cum.  I
thought of her, lying in this same spot, cumming all over 
this vibrator.  I thought of her little pierced clit, her 
dark eyes, my dress, and her sweet little mouth pressed 
against mine.

The orgasm came.  It was soft, lingering, spreading slowly 
from my pussy across my body.  I lay still -- nothing -- I 
just breathed.

I turned the vibrator off.

I had a problem.  I'd just had the best sex of my life with 
the hottest girl at school, sex so good I didn't even really
understand it, but Kayla -- she was an awful bitch.  I mean,
I knew that.  Any sane person would hate her guts.

Amandine, on the other hand ...

I don't know if love is a substance, something that can move
around on its own, but I imagined my feelings reaching 
across the night and touching her.  I imagined her, laying 
on her side, one hand rubbing her pussy, with a sweet, 
mischievous smile on her face.  I imagined that, at that 
moment, just as I felt so much for her, she might be 
thinking of me.

Kayla was beautiful, popular, and she was an amazing fuck --
oh god she was amazing -- but I'd fallen -- love, could it 
be? -- for strange little Amandine.

Fuck!


*****


Next morning, she was waiting for me at my locker.  She was 
wearing a tiny black dress and leather shoes.  Her hair hung
down straight, but a little messy, like she hadn't washed 
it.  She was holding a brown sack.

"Hi Amandine.  Your dress is very pretty."

"I have your clothes."

She handed me the sack.

"Oh, thanks.  I hope you didn't bother washing them.  I 
still haven't cleaned yours, but I'll get them back to you 
soon."

"No problem."

She turned to walk away.

Did I really want this?  If Kayla found out I was even 
talking to her she would freak out.

I looked at her tiny ass, her pale skinny legs jutting out 
from the hem of her dress.  I thought again, that she looked
like a little doll, fragile, but lovely.

Yes.  Yes -- I wanted it.

"Amandine, don't go yet."

She turned back.

"I liked kissing you yesterday.  I wanna do it again.  Maybe
we can meet after school."

I smiled at her.  I thought she would say yes.

"You're going out with Kayla now.  I heard from Megan.  You 
two fucked last night."

Well -- I guess Kayla was the sort to kiss and tell.

"Uh, yeah, we did.  Then I got home and masturbated all over
your skirt because I couldn't stop thinking about you.  
Look, I'm a little slutty.  I admit.  But I like you, and 
Kayla doesn't have to know."

She just looked at me.

"Didn't you tell me I should stop fucking other girl's 
boyfriends?  Isn't this sorta the same thing?"

"Well, I guess, more or less.  Do you have to start 
following my advice now?"

"You also told me to find someone who really cares about me.
Do you care about me?"

I looked at her carefully.  She actually looked sad, like 
she was holding back a real emotion.

Fuck!

Yeah -- I cared about her, but I didn't want to say that 
now.  I wasn't quite ready to give up on Kayla.

Her face got really sad.  She turned and hurried away.  I 
knew she was crying.

Fuck!  Fuck!

I hurried after her.

"Stop, Amandine!"

I grabbed her shoulder and turned her to me.  I was right.  
There were tears on her face.

People were noticing us now, which meant Kayla would hear 
about this, which meant I was in a fuck-load of trouble.

"Look, please don't cry.  What's wrong?  I said I like you.
If you like me, then we're cool.  What are you sad about?"

"Nothing."

"Please tell me, Amandine.  I think it's important."

The words all spilled out of her real fast.

"You told me to find someone who cares about me, for real.  
I thought you might have meant yourself.  But then you 
fucked Kayla and you're her girlfriend.  And now you come up
to me wanting to make out with me again, but you won't say 
you care about me, like you didn't really think what you 
said yesterday."

She almost sobbed.  Some girl laughed at us.  I ignored her.

"Holy shit, Amandine, I'm sorry.  I meant what I said 
yesterday, but I didn't know you'd listen, and I do want to 
kiss you.  It's just that, Kayla would fucking freak out if 
she knew.  She'll hurt me.  I mean, she's going to hear 
about this.  I'm already fucked."

Amandine stared past me, out into space.  Her whole body 
tensed up.  Her arms hung straight down.

"So you want me.  Fine.  But do you really like me at all?"

Sometime you answer without thinking.  This was one of those
times.

"Oh Amandine.  You're an angel.  You're just the sweetest 
little angel.  I like you a lot.  I like you so much I can't
stand it."

She looked right at me.  "So why are you with Kayla?"

Because she was hot, popular, and fucked like a tornado, but
that didn't seem so convincing at this moment.  I didn't say
anything.

"Fine," she said, when I didn't answer, "My mom is out 
tonight.  You can come over if you want.  You can do 
whatever you want to me, but if you want to pretend you care
about me, dump that bitch."


*****


Kayla found me in the cafeteria during lunch.  I had tried 
to avoid her, to put this off, but Kayla could not be 
avoided.

"So what the fuck!  I heard you were getting all 'you're an 
angel' and shit with that slut this morning!"

Of course, she looked amazing.  Her fucking green eyes!

"Hi Kayla, sweetie."

"Don't 'Hi Kayla' me!  I told you to stay away from her."

"Yeah, look, I guess I'm kind of not a real faithful 
girlfriend.  I mean, I like you.  I wanna keep fucking you, 
but I wanna fool around with her too."

She just looked at me.  The look on her face was -- well -- 
it was actually sort of funny, in an insane way.

She was a delightful psychopath.  It took a few seconds for 
her brain to catch up.

"Fuck that shit!"

"Look, can we talk about this later when you're less pissed 
off?"

"There isn't going to be a later for you.  The rest of your 
brief, pointless life will be nothing but pain."

"Nice.  So ... I'm going to go now.  Can I swing by your 
house after school?  We can talk about this then?"

"Fuck you!  Slut!"

At this point some of the teachers noticed us, and Kayla 
backed off.  I just walked away.

A plan formed in my mind.  I was indeed going to her house 
after school, but not while she was there.


*****


I rushed home after school and grabbed Amandine's skirt and 
panties.  They were pretty sticky after after last night, so
I put them in a plastic bag.  I also grabbed my old favorite
dress.

Then I rushed over to Kayla's house.  Her mom answered the 
door, wearing a tennis outfit.  She was an older version of 
Kayla, except her ridiculously large tits were obviously 
fake, and her eyes -- well -- they weren't the same.

"Hi Mrs. Ness, I'm Kayla's friend Vanessa.  Maybe she's 
talked about me?"

I thought it very unlikely that Kayla's mom knew we were 
fighting.  I was correct.

"Oh hi, Vanessa.  Yes, she's mentioned you a few times.  She
should be at volleyball practice now, but she'll be home in 
a couple hours.  You should come back then, or you could 
call her cell if it's important."

"Yeah.  Actually I just saw her.  She says she left her 
extra cell phone battery in her room, and she needs it 
'cause someone is supposed to call her and her phone is 
going dead.  Anyhow, I said I'd swing by and pick it up for 
her."

"Oh, OK.  Do you know where her room is?"

"Yeah."

It worked perfectly.

As soon as I was alone in her room I went straight for her 
nightstand, and cleaned out her stash of toys.  In addition 
to the strap-on and the vibrator, there was another little 
tiny vibrator, clit sized.

I left it behind.  I'm not merciless.  However, the other 
two toys were now mine.

"Thanks Mrs. Ness!"

I dashed out the door.

I had some time to kill before Amandine's mom would leave, 
so I went to a diner near her house and had a small meal.

My phone rang.  It was Kayla.

"What the fuck were you doing in my room?"

"Hi Kayla.  I took some things from your drawer.  Hope you 
don't mind."

I heard her shuffle around in the background.  Clearly she 
was in her room and checking the nightstand.

"You fucking bitch!  I want those back!"

I didn't say anything.  I gave her time to form the thought.

"You're going to fuck her with those!  You're going to fuck 
that wretched little slut with my dildo!"

"If she'll let me."

"You fucking bitch!"

"Look Kayla, we're broken up now, right?  Amandine will want
to know."

"Fuck you!  Fuck you!  Fuck you!"

I hung up.  It was pretty clear that Kayla wasn't going to 
say anything worth listening to.  Clearly we we were broken 
up.  That was all I cared about.

She called back three times, but I didn't answer.  I wasn't 
sure what she'd do.  I expected she'd kick my ass tomorrow 
at school.

I hoped this would be worth it.


*****


I parked down the street from Amandine's house.  It was a 
tiny, cheap looking bungalow at the end of a street with 
cracked cement sidewalks and beat up cars.  Some greasy old 
man stared at me from his porch.

I saw Amandine's mom leave the house, get into her car, and 
drive away.

My phone rang.  It was her.

"Hi sweetie," I answered.

"Hi.  Look, my mom just left.  You can come over if you 
want.  Do you know where I live?"

"Yeah.  Your address is -- um -- not a big secret.  Look, 
I'm actually waiting down the street.  I'll be there in 
about a minute.  Is that cool?"

"Yeah."

She met me at the door.  She was wearing a long blue t-shirt
and another pair of the white-pink floral panties.  She was 
barefoot, and there was chipped blue nail polish on her 
toes.

"Come in."

The room was warm and humid, with that damp smell of dingy 
houses.  There was a beat up old air conditioner in the 
window, clattering and struggling to keep things cool.  
There were a couple old couches and chairs, arranged 
haphazardly, all with different upholstery.  Clothes lay all
over the place.

Amandine closed the door behind me and just stood there.

I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.  She held onto my 
hand and looked deeply at me, but said nothing.

I felt awkward.  I wanted to say things to her, but it all 
seemed stupid.

"I have your clothes."

I drew them out of my bag.  They were still wrapped in a 
plastic bag.  She took them.

"Did you really masturbate on them?"

"Yeah.  It was a crazy thing to do.  But -- uh -- I sorta 
wanted you there with me, and it was the closest I could 
come."

"This was right after you fucked Kayla, right?"

"Uh yeah.  So look -- Kayla and I are totally broken up now.
I'm pretty sure she's going to kick my ass tomorrow.  
Actually, she's probably going to kick your ass too.  Sorry 
about that."

"I'm used to it."

"But I don't really wanna think about that right now.  I 
really just wanna -- be with you."

"OK.  So, what do you wanna do?"

I wanted to tell her she was amazing and beautiful, that we 
could be together, but it all seemed so -- well -- I didn't 
think she'd believe me.  There was something really wrong 
and awkward with the mood.  Maybe the shabby state of the 
house was depressing me.  I decided we should kiss.

"Can we kiss?"

"Sure.  Let's sit on the couch."

She pushed a pile of clothes aside, and sat down.  I curled 
up next to her, and stoked her leg.

She leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth.  My lips 
parted.  I flicked my tongue, just a bit, into her mouth, 
touching the tip of hers.

We clasped hands, our fingers interlocking.  We kissed 
deeper, opening our mouths fully, pressing our tongues 
together.  I was taller and leaned into her.  She lay back, 
pulling me on top of her, slipping her hips under me, and 
wrapping her legs around my waist.

I rolled so we were side to side, carefully so we didn't 
fall from the couch.  I embraced her.  We continued to kiss.

I reached for her ass and stroked it gently, mostly on her 
cheeks, but once I ran my finger up her crack, pressing her 
panties in only slightly.  She cooed and pressed her body 
close to mine.

We stopped kissing, but continued to embrace.  I felt the 
warm humidity of the house.  I felt the heat of her body and
the slight beating of her heart.

I said it.

"I love you, Amandine."

It just seemed right.

She pulled me tighter.  I saw her close her eyes, and let 
out a gentle sigh.  I stroked her thin, blonde hair.  She 
looked peaceful.  She didn't say anything back.  Maybe it 
didn't matter.

We separated and sat back up.  I kissed her face.  She 
closed her eyes, and I kissed those.  I reached out and 
grasped a tit, caressing it.

She reached up my skirt and stroked my pussy through my 
panties.

Suddenly I felt very, very good.  I got really happy.

I sat back spreading my legs.  I stretched out.  She kept 
stroking, slowly.  I felt tingly all over.  My eyes 
fluttered.

I think she had magic fingers.

I smiled and let out a long, soothing sigh.  She gazed into 
my eyes and kept stroking my pussy.

"Amandine, you're a goddess."

She kissed me.

The she got off the couch, squatted down between my legs, 
and pulled my panties down and off.  She gently reached 
forward and rubbed her index finger around my pussy, 
spreading my sticky juices.  She pulled her finger away 
slowly, letting a long strand of fluid dangle between her 
finger and me.

Then she leaned forward and licked.

I gasped.  My heart hammered in my chest.  I lay there, 
trying not to squirm.  I stroked her hair.  She ran her 
tongue around slowly, licking my clit, probing my hole.  She
gazed up at me, her mouth still pressed to me, deeply into 
my eyes.

I moaned again.  My toes curled.  I thrust my hips, pressing
against her mouth.  She wrapped her arms around my legs, 
from below, to control me.  She kept licking.

It hit me, my first orgasm of the night.  It was intense.  I
seized up and just kinda shook for a bit, then gasped as I 
relaxed.

"Thank you, Amandine, thank you so much."

She said nothing.  She kept licking and sucking.

She pushed my legs back, folding them against my tummy.  She
spread my cheeks, just a bit, and ran her tongue over my 
anus.  Then she licked my pussy again.  Then again.  Then 
she kissed it.

Another one!  I cried out and grabbed her hair, holding her 
face to my cunt.  It was fast and hard.  I shook.  I gasped 
for breath.

I relaxed.  I squirmed with pleasure.  I giggled and cooed.
I felt something electric all over my body.

Then she raised up and leaned toward me, kissing me on the 
mouth.

She was good.  She was very, very good.

She sat next to me and helped me take off my top, then 
pulled off her own shirt.  I looked at her little body, with
nothing on but her panties.  Her tits were small and her 
nipples hard and dark.  I leaned in and took one into my 
mouth and gently sucked and licked.  She cooed and stroked 
my hair.

She whispered into my ear, "I liked making you cum."

I liked it too.  I sat up and kissed her.  She caressed my 
tits, pulling on the piercings, then she leaned in and 
sucked, running her tongue around my nipple.  She spat on 
each, then licked them again.  I felt warmth across my body.
My pussy was tingling.

She got a big, wicked grin on her face.

"What?"

"This is the first time I've gotten with a girl.  It's 
pretty nice.  I want to eat your pussy again."

"Not yet!  I don't think I could handle it just now.  
Anyway, it's definitely your turn."

"Alright."

She leaned back and spread her legs.  She pinched her 
nipples.  She bit her bottom lip.

I kissed her mouth and stroked her pussy through her 
panties.  I could feel her clit piercing when I passed over 
it.  I tugged gently.  Her eyes fluttered.

I started to get up.  She grabbed my head, pulling it back 
to hers, for a longer kiss.  I ran my fingers up and down 
her thighs.  I got up again, pulling away.

"I have a surprise, actually."

"What?"

She looked very eager.

I went to my little bag of tricks, which was now sitting by 
the door, and pulled out the dildo and the vibrator.

"I have a couple of magic weapons I liberated from the evil 
queen."

Her face lit up.

"Nice!"

"So, I'd like to use them on you."

"I'd like that very much."

"Here's the thing -- so -- um -- "

"What?"

"I wanna do something kinda kinky."

I stared at her, gauging her reaction.

She got a big smile, a very big smile.

"I told you at school, you can do whatever you want to me."

She was practically panting.

I strapped the dildo on.  I squatted down, between her legs.
I pulled her panties off, and sat back, regarding her pussy.

"Please hurry."

I stroked her white-blonde pussy hair.  I tugged gently on 
her piercing.  Then I leaned forward and kissed it.

I licked and licked.  I sucked.  I rubbed my tongue piercing
against her clit piercing, catching it and tugging and 
stretching.

"Yes."

I pushed her legs back, like she'd done mine, and licked her
anus, kissing and probing.

I grabbed the dildo, pressing the harness back against my 
cunt, feeling the electric pleasure pass over me.  I was 
panting myself.

I licked more.  Her pussy was flowing, its juices running 
down over her ass.  I pushed the vibrator into her pussy 
hole and got it wet.

Then I turned it on.  Then I put it in her ass.

"Oh fuck yes!  God I love to have my ass fucked."

"Reach around and hold it."

She did.  She pressed it into her hole, and began fucking 
herself with it.

Then I raised up, lined up my hips, and pushed the dildo 
into her cunt.

She lay back, kind of curled up so she could reach her ass 
and fuck herself.  She had a huge smile on her face.

I began thrusting my hips, fucking her pussy.

"Oh yes!  That feels so good."

We both got into a slow, steady rhythm.  I wanted it to 
last, to linger.  I kissed her mouth and gazed into her 
eyes.  She looked up at me, reaching up with her free hand 
to stroke me.

In a few minutes she came.  We didn't speed up as she got 
close.  I slowed down, and she did also.  I could see the 
orgasm creeping up, see her body getting tense, and her eyes
flutter in her head, her mouth gaping open in passion.

It was almost there.  Almost.  A few slow strokes.

Then it hit her, with one gigantic shudder.  She tried to 
say something, but it just came out as a gurgle.  She stayed
tensed for several seconds.  Then she collapsed and just lay
still, her eyes wide, her mouth open, moaning and panting.

Gradually, she came back into the world.  I could see her 
eyes light up.  A huge smile crossed her face.

"Oh Vanessa, that was amazing."

She reached up with both hands and pulled my head down to 
her, kissing me.  The dildo was still inside of her.  She 
squeezed the vibrator from her ass, and it dropped, still 
humming, to the floor.

I kept fucking her, slowly and steadily.  When she realized 
I wasn't going to stop, she lay back, spread wide, and made 
a delightful little chirping noise.

It took longer this time, but I was in no hurry.  I got in a
comfortable position on top of her and gently rocked my 
hips.  I felt my pussy rubbing against the harness.  I felt 
her warm body against mine, her breath on my neck.  I heard 
the clatter of the air conditioner and the hum of the 
vibrator.  They seemed distant.  I loved being this close to
her.  I felt alive, at peace.

She came again, after a while.

After that we lazily kissed and petted each other, smiling 
and laughing.

Time passed.

"You want another one?  My mom will be home in about an 
hour, so it's kinda now or never."

"Sure.  You wanna fuck my ass with the strap-on?"

It turned out she wanted to do that very much.


*****


The next morning, I picked Amandine up to drive her to 
school.  I'd told her she was mine now, and I wanted to see 
her every day -- every moment that I could.

The last last thing I'd done, before I left, was to give her
the dress.

"I know it's not your style, but I very much want to see you
wearing it."

She smiled.  "It's my style now."

When she came out in the morning she was wearing it.  She 
looked so pretty.  She wasn't wearing a bra, so she didn't 
have the slutty bra-straps-showing effect I had always liked
-- but still, she was a little vision in monochrome.

She got in the car and kissed me.

"How do you feel today?" she asked.

I smiled.  "Honestly, my ass is a little sore, but it was so
worth it."

"Vanessa."

"What?"

"Nothing.  I just wanted to say your name."

We kissed again.  Then I drove us to school.


*****


We arrived and parked.  I hadn't thought at all about Kayla,
but now we'd have to face her.  I was expecting it to be 
bad.

Fuck it!  I took Amandine's hand.

"Amandine, sweetheart, you're my girlfriend, right?"

"Yeah.  I am."

"Well, let's just go in together and face those bitches.  
Especially her."

"Yeah."

"If she wants to fight us, she'll have to fight both of us.
We can win, I think."

"I don't think she'll fight us.  Anyhow, I'm not afraid.  I 
never have been afraid, of them."

It was true.  They'd put her through hell, but she'd never 
been afraid.  She was the strongest of all of us.  I grasped
her hand, trying to soak up all the courage I could.  We 
walked together into school.


*****


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