Camilla had gotten pretty good at touching herself and pretending nothing special was happening. Like in the bathtub when her fingers were slick with soap or when she had an itch close enough to her cunt so that she could let her fingers stray without feeling guilty. But all that sneaky touching was nothing like Janet’s tongue. This was a new kind of pleasure altogether.
“Uhhhh, uhhhh!” she gasped, pumping her slim hips up and down against her friend’s hungry mouth.
Janet had pushed her thighs back so that her knees were almost touching her tits. In that position, every dainty fold of her cunt was exposed. She could hear Janet slurping and sucking in the heat of her tumid cunt-lips. She could feel fuckjuice dripping down her ass and making a wet spot on the bed. Her clit pulsed and stuck up like a tiny finger of pleasure, and Janet found it again and pinched it between her lips while her tongue teased.
Camilla jerked convulsively as the hot, throbbing pleasure surged upwards from her cunt and spread out like warm butter through her belly and tits.
“Ohhhh Janet, what are you doing to me?”
“Yuuummmmm!” Janet breathed, burrowing deeper into Cammy’s young pussy. “You taste good!”
“How can you stand it? I’m so messy.”
“Your mom probably told you that. Sure, girls are messy, but it’s a nice mess.” Janet held Cammy’s cunt-lips open with her fingers as she stroked the hollows and bumps with the tip of her tongue. “If I was a man, I’d really want to fuck you!”
“Makes me feel funny to hear you saying that.”
Janet pursed her lips and kissed Cammy’s open pussy gently. She kept kissing her, each caress going deeper, each brush of her lips contacting more of Cammy’s slick, pink pussy. “God, I feel so weak!” Cammy groaned, rocking her hips violently. “It’s itching in a crazy kind of way. I can’t stand it! I’m gonna go crazy!”
“Yeah,” Janet growled, “go crazy!”
“Ohhhhhh!” Cammy grabbed Janet’s hair again and rolled her hips in shivery circles. She felt her friend’s tongue ravishing her hot cuntmeat, felt Janet’s teeth nipping at her sensitive pussy-flesh. “Uhhh, uhhhh, uhhhhhnnnnn!”
“Yes Cammy, let yourself go!”
“Don’t stop licking me! Ohhhhh God, I’m gonna die it feels so good!”
Janet ran a finger up and down Cammy’s cunt while her tongue worked on her clit. Cammy bucked as a shockwave of ecstasy exploded deep inside her body. Her fuck-hole was contracting with a powerful fuck-rhythm, and for the first time she knew that something was missing. She had a great yearning to be filled.
“Ohhhh, fuck me!” she cried.
“Wish I could!” Janet murmured, sucking harder, pushing her fingertip gingerly against Camilla’s unbroken cherry.
Now the fluttery feelings Cammy had been feeling were turning into explosions that shuddered through her body. Her skin tingled, her breathing was hard and fast, and her soft, full lips hung open as she panted for more air. She could feel her muscles jerking. Spasming with lust, she flopped and bucked against Janet’s mouth.
“Ohhhhh shit! Ohhhhh fuck!”
“Like it?”
“It hurts it feels so good! It aches! It’s… it’s…” Cammy kept cumming, kept digging her heels into the bed as her narrow hips rocked wildly from side to side. Janet was licking softer now, teasing the pleasure out, making Cammy fight for more.
“Ohhhh Janet, Janet, Janet…” Cammy groaned, still coming. Janet slipped her mouth free of Camilla’s cunt and climbed up over her.
Cammy felt her big, warm tits against her own smaller ones. She felt Janet’s cunt-mound pressing down against hers. Together they rubbed and bumped.
When Janet kissed her, Camilla forgot all her old hang-ups. She opened her mouth and let Janet suck her tongue. She tasted the muskiness of her own pussy on her friend’s mouth, but it didn’t bother her. Cammy let Janet roll them over so she was on top. Then Janet pulled her legs back and hooked her heels over Cammy’s back. Pumping her own cunt against Janet’s, she knew that her friend’s pussy was stretched open and that their clits were rubbing. Janet gave a shuddering moan and clutched Camilla’s back.
“Uhhhhh, I’m gonna come! Licking you really got me hot. Ohhhhhhh God, I’m go… gonna…”
Cammy kissed Janet’s mouth as the plump girl tossed and bucked beneath her. Cammy knew there had to be something wrong with what they were doing, but she would wait and feel bad about it later. Right now she was enjoying herself like she’d never dared before.
“Touch me.” Janet whimpered, her ass plunging. Camilla slipped her hand down between their bellies and found the open flesh of Janet’s pussy. She stroked it gently, finding at last the small, hard nub other friend’s clit. Janet gasped, and her plump ass thrust harder than before.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
“Am I doing it right?” Cammy whispered. “Oh yes!” Janet bit Camilla’s shoulder and whined with lust. Her ass hunched and bobbed and rolled against the bed. Then she let out a long sigh and went limp. Cammy took her wet finger away and smelled Janet’s musky aroma. Janet saw her do it.
“It doesn’t smell so bad, does it?”
“Not really. I just always thought that a girl…”
“Is a slick, smelly, messy, wicked person.”
“Not exactly that bad.”
“But isn’t that the general idea? You don’t have to have it taught to you in so many words. It’s the way we get looked at when we’re little and we put our fingers in our cunt.”
“Yeah, guess you’re right.”
“Speaking of finger-fucking,” Janet laughed, “what I did to you sure beats that, doesn’t it?”
Cammy felt her cheeks go red. “Yes. But I feel weird. Like two girls aren’t supposed to do this kind of thing.”
“We’re friends. Nothing wrong with friends giving each other pleasure, is there?”
Cammy put her arms around Janet and hugged her tight. “No. I’ll try to keep believing that.”
“Now that we’ve got your sex problems out of the way, how’s your math been going?”
“Not so great. I got another D on a test and my dad has been talking about a tutor.”
“Is that so bad?”
“With my dad setting it up, I know it would be a drag. When he goes at anything, it’s always whole hog or none. I’d be locked into after school sessions with some creep who dreams calculations and takes a shit by the numbers.” Cammy let out a breath. “But I asked Ralph if he had any ideas, and it turns out he has an uncle who teaches math. I figure he’d be easier to get along with than any tutor my dad would get. And maybe I wouldn’t have to go every afternoon.”
“Hope it works out.” Janet patted Cammy’s hand.
“Boy, this beer makes me feel like I don’t care one way or the other.”
“Let’s have another one.”
“You really think I’ve got good legs?”
“What made you think of that?” Janet laughed, handing Cammy another can of malt liquor.
“Ralph told me the same thing. I just always thought I was skinny.”
“You’re slender.” Janet slugged from her can, and grinned at Cammy. “The kind of slender that makes a fool of any man!”
“Any man?”
Janet gave her a loose grin. “I’d bet on it.”
The next morning, Camilla was too hung over to bet on anything. And to make matters worse, her mother started in on her again as soon as she sat down for breakfast.
“I called your teacher about that D you made on your last test. He said for you to come in early this morning and he’d show you where you made your mistakes. Don’t you think that’s nice of him, Cammy?”
“It sure is,” she said.
She forced down a mouthful of scrambled eggs, chased it with orange juice, and thought of the one can of malt liquor that was left out of the six-pack. She knew that she wasn’t going to be able to make it through the day without some kind of help. Her mother was talking again. She took her hands away from her ears just enough to get the gist of it.
“… and Mr. Anderson will be in his office at seven, just for you. Don’t be late.”
“It’s quarter of already,” Camilla whined.
“You’d better hurry then,” her mother added.
“Better hurry,” Cammy mumbled as she hurried back upstairs. She stuffed the can of malt liquor into her purse, gathered her books and ran down the stairs. Her head pounded and her mouth tasted all wrong. The thought of having to see her math teacher with a hangover was enough to make her puke.
There wore only a few cars in the lot in front of the high school when Camilla hurried up the walk. She recognized the principal’s red Buick, Mr. Anderson’s Volkswagen, and the pickup that belonged to the janitor.
She pulled the heavy door open and ducked inside. The echoing hall was empty so she went quickly past Mr. Anderson’s classroom to the girl’s restroom, unzipped her purse, and popped the top on the can of malt liquor. Cammy felt better almost immediately. She drained the last of it and tossed the empty into the trash container. Then she found a breath mint in the clutter of her purse. She still wasn’t ready for Mr. Anderson, but she was as ready as she’d ever be.
“Good morning Camilla,” Mr. Anderson said, looking at her over his horn-rimmed glasses.
“Morning,” Cammy mumbled, suddenly knowing she was more loaded than she wanted to be. The beer was pumping through her blood, making her tongue thick and her head dizzy.
As Mr. Anderson pulled up a chair for her and adjusted his gasses, she tried to pull herself together. Instead, she almost knocked the chair over falling into it.
“You okay?”
“Yes sir, I’m just feeling a little dizzy. Must be the flu or something.”
“You do look a bit flushed.” Her teacher put his hand on her forehead and the sudden touch gave her an unexpected thrill. She remembered what Janet had told her about her legs at that moment. It really surprised her when she caught Mr. Anderson staring down at her crotch. Falling into the chair, she’d let her skirt hike up so far that her panties were showing, and her teacher was getting an eyeful.
“Well, you seem to be all right to me,” he mumbled and opened the folder with her test in it. “Let’s run down these questions and I’ll show you where you went wrong.”
While Mr. Anderson talked, Camilla leaned forward to and tried to focus on the pages that he held. Now she knew she was drunk, or nearly drunk. She was having a hard time following his reasoning, and once when he asked her a question, she had to mumble that she didn’t know what he was talking about.
“Sure you do, Cammy,” he said, snatching another quick look at her thighs. Her skirt had ridden up again and she was afraid of standing up to tug it down. The malt liquor was really getting to her. She felt suddenly very brave. She felt as if the fix she was in was a silly illusion, a play she was reciting.
“You keep looking at my legs,” she said to her teacher. “Would you like to touch them?”
“I beg your pardon?” Mr. Anderson stammered. His face was red but Cammy also noticed there was a lump in his pants.
“They’re nice legs, don’t you think?” She couldn’t believe she was saying these things, but the malt liquor kept her from losing her nerve. “Aren’t they nice?”
“They’re magnificent legs,” Mr. Anderson said unexpectedly. He stared again. Camilla took his wrist and put his hand against her thigh.
“Feel how firm I am. Go on, squeeze me!” Mr. Anderson squeezed. “Jesus!” he murmured, “what am I doing?”
“You’re feeling my leg!” Cammy giggled. She was drunk. “Try the other one if you want!”
It felt good when Mr. Anderson slipped his finger higher, petting the satin smooth skin of her inner thigh. Then his finger touched the crotch of her panties and it felt even better.
Cammy tried to remember all the things Janet had been telling her about sex being good and healthy and all. She closed her eyes and leaned against Mr. Anderson’s shoulder. He wasn’t a bad looking guy. When he took his glasses off, he was even kinda handsome.
“You’re nice,” Cammy sighed. “You touch me nice!”
“Camilla, I don’t quite know what to say.”
“Ohhhhhh,” Camilla moaned, moving her hips as her teacher pushed his finger against the taut, damp band of silk that stretched across her young pussy. He rubbed her and she turned her mouth up to be kissed. Mr. Anderson’s tongue went between her teeth and he pulled her body hard against him. Suddenly, his fingers were stretching the elastic of her panties as he forced her crotchband aside. His finger danced over her clit, and she arched her back.
“Uhh, uhhh, uhhh!” she gasped, pumping her hips, rubbing her hot cunt hard against his touching. Camilla was drunk, but not too drunk to realize that what was happening might help her out of her academic predicament. Surely her teacher wasn’t going to flunk a girl who was making him feel so good!
“Ohhh, Mr. Anderson, you make me feel so funny!” Cammy found the zipper of his slacks and jerked it down. Her long, white fingers snaked into the tangle of his skivvies and pulled his cock free. She had him in her hand now, all seven or eight inches. He felt huge, and his cock as thick as an ax handle. She jacked the skin of his prick, remembering how Ralph had liked it. Mr. Anderson did too.
“Camilla! You’d better stop that… ohhhhhhhhh!”
Cammy remembered how Ralph’s cock had started throbbing just before his cum had spurted out. Mr. Anderson’s prick was doing that right now! She looked down at his swollen cock-head. It was a purplish blue and the veins of his cock-shaft stuck out. Cammy jerked his cock-skin up and down.
“Stop that!” Mr. Anderson said.
“Don’t you like it?” Cammy pouted.
“Yes… no! Damn it, girl, get your hands off me.”
“But you’re gonna come!” Cammy said, watching the droplet of hot cream drip onto Mr. Anderson’s pants. “You don’t want to stop now, or it might kill you!”
“You’ve got to stop!” Mr. Anderson still grasped her wrist, but he wasn’t pulling her hand away. Camilla squeezed her fingers around his bulging cock-tip and let the pressure off. Squeezing and releasing, she watched another drop of cum make a long string as it fell to the floor between Mr. Anderson’s shoes.
“Goddamn!” he groaned, letting Cammy’s wrist go. She jacked him furiously now, her grey eyes wide as she watched the hot, white spurts leap out onto the desk, the chair, Mr. Anderson’s pants. His cum was flying everywhere, and as she tried to aim his cock away from herself, one jet formed a loop in the air and sailed downwards.
She had it on her hands now and the stringy, sticky stuff clung, between her fingers. Mr. Anderson’s eyes were closed and he was about to fall out of his chair. Cammy thought drunkenly how all her troubles would be solved now. Mr. Anderson would surely cut her, some slack. Look what she was doing for him!
“Get your books and get out of this room!” he boomed. He was standing up, trying to shove his cummy cock back in his pants. When he fumbled for his glasses he almost knocked them to the floor.
“What’s wrong?”
“We’ll take about that later. NOW, get out!” With tears in her eyes, Cammy staggered to the door. She wished she had another can of malt liquor. She wiped her yummy fingers on a hanky and fumbled with the doorknob.
“Don’t breathe a word of this to anyone!” Mr. Anderson warned her.
“Of course I wouldn’t. What kind of a girl do you think I am?” And with that, Cammy began to sob. She ran to the girl’s restroom and washed her hands with soap. Then she dabbed at her swollen eyes and tried to figure out what had gone wrong.
“I didn’t know he’d get all pissed off,” she whimpered to her reflection. “The funky old son of a bitch!”
Camilla smeared a little lipstick on and dried her eyes one last time before venturing into the hall. A few kids were straggling in from outside and she began to feel a little better. But her head was still aching from the last can of malt liquor. She wished she could go home and take a hot shower and get in bed. She wished she could get in bed with Janet. Somebody who treated her right and didn’t get bent out of shape when it came to sex.
“Hey Cammy,” somebody said behind her. It was Ralph, and his appreciative smile pepped her up some. “You don’t look so good.”
“Bad morning.” Camilla shrugged. “You got a stick of gum?”
As Ralph unwrapped the gum for her, she remembered how it had felt when his cock had started spurting.
“Here’s my uncle’s number,” Ralph said, taking a piece of paper from his pocket.
“I really appreciate it, Ralph,” Cummy said. “Maybe my old man won’t make me sit home every night of the week if I find help myself.”
“See you later, I’ve got to get to a class.” Cammy studied the note, then hollered after Ralph.
“Hey, you didn’t write his name down. What’s his name?” But Ralph was already running, dodging between other students. Cammy folded the paper into her pocket and headed to her next class. She was thinking about Ralph and Mr. Anderson. It amazed her that a man could come so quick when a girl started grabbing cock. They really liked that. Maybe a girl’s hands were softer. Or maybe it was because somebody else was grabbing them. Cammy couldn’t deny that watching that white stuff jump up into the air in long strings was exciting. It was so hot and slick and smelly. It turned her on.
Even though her head still hurt, Camilla had hope. If this guy over at Brambridge could just help her through this algebra stuff, her parents would get off her back and she could enjoy life again. But by the time her fourth period math class rolled around, she was feeling very nervous. She wondered if she could face Mr. Anderson after the wild scene that morning. She realized now how drunk she’d been. What had seemed funny, and daring then, scared her to death now. At least she wasn’t afraid of his saying anything to anybody. Something like that could ruin the poor guy’s career for sure.
