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ROSE PETAL'S
   (lunchtime aftermath)
   Rose found that her lunch time activity had been especially satisfying.
Typically, she didn't have enough time to fill her stomach in the
cafeteria. With all the running around she had to do, she was general left
with about 20 minutes.  Today, however, she was quite full.  She was also
very glad that her next period was P.E.  Not because she had a yen for
volleyball but because she badly needed a shower.  This was due ironically
to her lunch time activity.
   Returning to her locker before class, a couple of guys had related this
to her by holding their noses and making barnyard noises.  "Guys are
idiots", Rose proclaimed to herself assuredly.  Ok, it was common sense
that she would need to at least clean up after engaging in such an act. 
Consuming feces often produces a lingering odor.  "It's one of the side
effect's, Rose thought, then giggled.  She had been in such a daze upon
leaving the rest room that vanity had been ignored.
   Rose shook her head in mock disdain.  "Your a smart girl Rosy.  You just
need to wake up".  She grabbed a tissue from the shelf in her locker and
wiped her lips.  Looking at the tissue, she gasped and nearly burst out
laughing.  The tissue was dark brown.  Thinking to herself, "that color
looks familiar.  Where have I seen it before?  My God, I must look
frightful!  Oh well, everyone's wearing dark this year.  They'll just think
it's lipstick." Realizing that this reaction wasn't typical for her, she
sensed that she was not yet herself.
   She slammed her locker door shut and walked calmly toward the gym.  On
the way, she saw several students that she recognized.  Those who were
friends occasionally greeted her warmly.  Rose acknowledged these with what
seemed to her like a mechanical smile, as if she were an automaton.  The
feeling wasn't unpleasant, just strange.  "With a little practice," she
thought, "this ability to leave my body might prove useful."
   She was approaching the hallway where the entrance to the gym was
located.  Just as she rounded the corner to this hall, she collided with
someone and books flew everywhere.  Amidst a flurry of apologies, she
recognized Beth, a large girl whom she knew only slightly.  Assisting her
in collecting belongings, she was aware of Beth making serious eye contact.
Both girls continued verbalizing apologies to the point of self
deprecation. Particularly Beth, who made the comment, "I'm such an idiot. I
wasn't even looking where I was going.  I'm so sorry Rose.  Are you sure
your OK?"
   Truthfully, the collision had been a little painful, as one of the books
had caught her arm.  Rubbing the spot, she replied, "My arm does hurt a
little.  I think one of your books jabbed me."
   Genuine concern appeared on Beth's face as she looked at the bruise on
Rose's arm.  "That does look sore.  I'm so sorry.  I have some stuff in my
gym locker that I use all the time.  It's great.  Let me get it for you."
   Rose replied, "Won't you be late for class?"
   Beth said, "I'm finished for the day, work study."
   As Rose followed Beth into the locker room, familiarity flooded her
senses, invoking significant memories.  She realized that the events
related to these memories were only casually associated with the present
environment.  Many of them were not actual events but only existed in the
world of Rose's fantasies.
   She was suddenly aware of standing beside Beth as the girl rummaged in
her locker.  "Here it is".  Rose noticed a small tube in Beth's hand. 
"Lets go in the shower room.  There's tissues and stuff in there".  Rose
followed her into the next room which contained 6 individual shower stalls
with adjoining areas for dressing.  A large mirror filled an adjacent wall,
while the toilet stalls filled the opposite end of the large room.  "Lets
go in here where you can sit on the bench." Beth grabbed one of the boxes
of tissue in front of the mirror and moved to the nearest shower.
   Rose sat on the bench inside the shower stall and Beth sat beside her.
Opening the tube of ointment, she motioned for Rose to present her injury
to her.  Immediately Rose realized that her hurt shoulder was the one
farthest from Beth.  Though normally she would have suggested switching
places, Rose's sense of logic had temporarily departed.  It seemed very
natural for Beth to reach across her to apply the medicine.
   "How does that feel?", Beth inquired softly.  Rose had to return her
focus to her shoulder to address the question.  "Feels nice, really nice."
Rose felt certain that Beth was aware of the effect she was having on her.
In reaching across her, Beth had pressed her breasts firmly onto Rose's. 
Initially, the action had seemed inadvertent but it quickly became obvious
that this was not the case.  The precise positioning along with the firm
massaging motion was the real giveaway.
   Beth ceased her undulations and reached out to close and lock the shower
door.  Without a word, she pulled her shirt over her head in one motion and
dropped it on the floor.  Reaching behind her, she unfastened the sizable
bra she was wearing.  "Burgundy," thought Rose.  "I like burgundy".  Beth's
breasts were huge.  Rose guessed she must be a D cup if not larger.  Her
mind was actually going over this, instead of being in the reality of the
situation.  She also noticed a sheen between her breasts and realized that
it was perspiration.
   Rose's mind was jerked suddenly into the present, as she felt Beth's
hand behind her head.  Grasping Rose's hair, she forced her face between
her sopping mammaries.  Beth then slid Rose's mouth over one of her nipples
as she gasped, "suck me".  Eager to comply, Rose parted her lips and began
sucking greedily.  Rose could feel the girl's hot breath on her neck and
face.  Beth was in control and Rose loved it.  She had always known that
she preferred the slave role rather than the master during sex.  This
knowledge was more intellectual than experiential, based on her limited
experience.
   She heard Beth whisper, "lick my boobs all over" and proceeded to do
just that.  Using the back of Rose's hair as a handle, Beth guided her head
in a circular motion around each mountainous breast, covering every inch of
her cushiony loveliness.  Rose kept her tongue fully extended and slightly
flattened, to provide as much contact as possible.  She imagined herself as
a sponge, her only purpose being to clean the nasty sweat away.  Following
a very thorough tongue bath on Beth's chest area, Rose felt her ease up on
the hair pulling.
   Rose saw Beth raise her free arm and immediately knew what was coming.
Beth pushed Rose's face under her extended arm.  "Lick my smelly pit," she
insisted.  "This is new", thought Rose.  "Very nasty, but in a different
way".  It was definitely nasty.  There was no hint of deodorant, which no
doubt would have been worse.  Rose focused on the pungent, salty taste and
felt herself drifting into her fantasy world.  It was here that all
boundaries dissolved and the only reality was all consuming lust.
   Apparently feeling that the one armpit was licked to satisfaction, Beth
managed to switch control of Rose to the other hand.  She then repeated the
action with the opposite armpit.  This time it seemed to Rose that she was
more forceful as she pressed her face and tongue into her sweaty hollow. 
She was basically using Rose's face as the sponge rather than just her
tongue.  Beth was a strong girl and in her enthusiasm, Rose's nose was
nearly flattened at times, making breathing difficult.  Fortunately for
Rose, she had some experience in limiting her breathing during sexual
activity.
   Drifting easily back into reverie, she suddenly had an intense visual of
herself as a pony, being led to mysterious and exotic places by a loving
but all powerful master.


   
  
Rose petals