TRAILER TRASH TEEN


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 she 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. 
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 girl 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. After all, she wasn't stopping her. 
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 received.

And, of course, Michelle still 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 spread her thighs as far apart as possible 
with her jeans still around her ankles, 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, then 
after a breathless moment she 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, shoved them in her purse 
quickly, and nodded. As she turned to leave 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. After all, her friend might 
not be feeling the same way.

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