Going Unnoticed At School

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Part 10


Becky hurried ahead of Jen toward the double doors of the equipment room. Katey with her arms full of clothes was a little farther behind walking down the length of bleachers. When Becky arrived at the door she grabbed the handle and pulled but was met with resistance. She leaned down on it but it didn't budge. She started to look panicked.

"It's locked!"

Jen came up beside her and pulled open the other door.

"Oh..." Becky shuffled her way inside while Jen held the door open for Katey.

The equipment room was fairly large. There were individual portable bins around the outside of the room that held all manner of balls for all things: soccer, basketball, volleyball, medicine balls, football, and others. There were other bins and racks for lacrosse sticks, baseball bats, rackets, etcetera. In the center of the room were stacks of rectangular blue mats that were piled a few feet off the ground. Visible beyond all of this on the far side of the room was an unmarked door.

Becky ran forward and did a belly flop onto one of the closest piles of mats, her bare skin making a light smacking sound against the vinyl pad. She was still recovering from their gymnasium romp.

Katey looked around the room hoping to see jerseys or any other wearable item that they might be able to borrow but couldn't see anything. The gym teacher kept everything of that sort in their office.

Jen led Katey around the outside of the room. When they got to the door Jen leaned up against it listening for any signs of life beyond. After a few seconds she looked back at Katey nervously.

The door creaked as Jen eased it open. It was an unusually large door, designed to move cleaning and waxing equipment back and forth from the gym. Jen poked her head inside.

"Looks good!" Jen now said confidently.

She opened the door wider and let Katey enter first. The room was a little dim but it wasn't scary or dark or creepy like they're often portrayed in movies. It was just a boring brown-tiled room. There were cleaning machines and supplies on shelves. But off to one side of the room was what they came for - one washing machine and one dryer.

Katey walked up to the dryer and pulled the front door of it open shoving everything in her arms inside. Jen lifted the lid on the washing machine and began handing items to Katey. Jen held up her shirt briefly, pleased that the orange syrup that once stained it could no longer be seen. Between them they made quick work getting everything into the dryer.

"We should probably use high heat." Jen suggested. "The sooner this is all dry the better."

Katey fiddled with the knobs and pressed the start button, causing angry, clunky, rumbling sounds to emanate from the dryer.

"Finally! I'm glad that part is over." Jen said.

Katey sighed, "Yeah. Now it's just the boring waiting bit."

Jen slapped Katey's ass cheek. The sound rang throughout the tiled room.

"AH!" Katey yelled, jumping up onto the corner of the dryer to escape. "What was that for!?"

Jen naughtily shrugged, moving in front of Katey. "I dunno. But it wasn't boring was it?" She winked.

"Well it stings a bit." Katey tried not to sit on her butt while the stinging tingled away, but this forced her into resting her crotch on the corner of the dryer partially supported by her hands. The erratic low frequency vibrations of the dryer shaking her vulva wasn't immediately sexual but it was pleasant.

"You're fine. Point is we've got upwards of an hour to kill and the entire gym to ourselves. We can find something to do."

"Okay, let's just not spend the whole time spanking me." Katey pouted playfully.

Jen smiled back. "Hey, that's a totally legit way to pass the time! In fact I think that's how some people spend their weekends!"

The two girls chuckled, followed by silence. It took Katey until then to notice that Jen was pressing down on both of Katey's thighs. Her legs were being separated by the corner of the dryer, her feet pushed back along either side. Jen was on her tip toes and was using her grip to stretch herself up towards Katey. It seemed this was part of the reason that the dryer was shaking against her crotch. She wasn't sure if Jen knew what she was doing, but with Jen so close to her and her hands on her legs, the vibrations of the dryer were starting to get to her.

"Well... let's at least not spend it in the janitor's room," she said, trying to shift herself on her perch. "There's not a lot to do in here."

Jen almost made Katey an offer regarding what they could do in there but stopped herself. "Sure." She stepped back from Katey allowing her to get down off the dryer. "I guess we could check on Becky."

As Jen turned towards the door, Katey looked back at the dryer. There was a small glossy coating on top of the corner she had been perched on. She deftly wiped it away with her hand. She was still partly in denial about her constant state of arousal since this had all started so she didn't want to leave evidence confirming it.

The two girls entered the better lit and more welcoming equipment room. It was even a bit warmer. The maintenance room used proper tiling which felt cold under their feet. The cheap ugly flooring of the equipment room somehow managed to avoid this, although the room itself may have just been warmer. They saw Becky lying in the same spot, spread out face down on one of the stacks of mats.

"Becky? Whatcha doing?" Jen asked as they made their way around to her.

"I'm enjoying the mat," came her muffled reply.

"Obviously," said Jen. "Come on. Let's do something. We've got time to kill."

"I'm good," Becky said. "You and Kitty go play."

As the door to the maintenance room closed behind them Katey noticed that she could still here the low pitched rumblings from the dryer. It was quiet, but audible.

Jen had stopped next to the mat beside Becky while Katey had continued around to the back of the mat stopping at Becky's feet. Jen pulled on Becky's arm weakly, but Becky didn't move. She was either still wet from the shower or was sweaty after running around but her skin stuck fast to the vinyl. Her arm fell limp to the mat again after it was released.

Jen smacked her small butt and rolled her from side to side trying to get a response while Katey poked at Becky's feet. Jen couldn't get a reaction but her feet were ticklish enough that she soon bent her knees and lifted them into the air. Katey tried to pursue, but for good measure Becky swung both of her arms back and grabbed at her ankles, pulling her legs to either side and her feet forward away from Katey's reach.

Although Jen was now in a better position to attack a suspended foot she decided to leave it alone. Instead she grabbed a chunk of Becky's hair and lifted her head off of the mat. Jen made a weird squawking noise into the girl's ear. Becky's had her eyes closed and tried to suppress a smile. Jen let go and Becky's face smacked down onto the mat which was followed by a pitiful groan.

Becky was trying her hardest to ignore the two girls, but in doing so was also trying to prolong their probing. She was still very hyper and getting this much attention by doing nothing fed her catatonic state. Jen and Katey continued to poke and pinch but refrained from tickling as they had thoroughly punished her with that already.

After a minute, Jen waved at Katey to get her attention and pointed inwards at Becky's crotch. Katey had already noticed but had been trying not to look. Becky had spread her legs wide after pulling her feet into the air. Katey had a view straight down onto her sex again. And now Jen was telling her to poke it!

Katey grinned and shook her head but Jen nodded back with a shrewd smile on her face. It would definitely get a reaction.

Leaning with some trepidation Katey stuck out her index finger and moved her hand forward between Becky's legs. Her reddened lips were ever so slightly parted, the pink beneath clearly visible to Katey. She closed her eyes and, holding her breath, gave a poke at Becky's sex. Since she she wasn't looking, Katey poked her harder than she needed to but her placement could not have been more perfect. Her finger quickly dipped past Becky's lips and into a wet vagina. Katey's finger got halfway inside of Becky before her insides reacted and clenched up halting Katey's advance. Finally meeting resistance and hearing a yelp from Becky, Katey opened her eyes and pulled her hand back. For a split second she watched herself pull her finger out of the younger girl's hole.

"KITTY!" Becky let go of her ankles and clamped her thighs together. Katey was surprised. Did that really happen? She told herself no until the top half of her finger felt cool in the air, covered in a thin layer of evaporating liquid.

"Kitty! That's mine!" Becky finally lifted her head off the mat, trying to look back at Katey. She looked a bit shocked but her words were still cheeky.

"You told your Kitty to go play," said Jen. "And it looks like she found another pussy cat!"

Katey didn't want to laugh but couldn't help but giggle after that comment.

"Jen! Kitty!" Becky was trying to scold them for laughing but she was doing a poor job of hiding her own amusement.

Becky rolled off the mat to her feet, pushing Jen to the sid, then lunged at Katey, poking her belly button.

"Bah!" Katey exclaimed. "Sorry Becky! I didn't mean to... you know."

Becky's face was red but she still held a smile on her face. "You're such a bad Kitty. I need to get you under control!"

Becky stomped off dramatically to one side of the room. Jen hopped up to sit in Becky's former spot. a stupid grin on her face. Katey poked Jen in the leg then jumped up to join her. "Aren't you so clever?"

"Rarely, but it happens!"

Katey shook her head. "You can be kind of evil."

"Bad Kitty! Get down from there!" Becky was walking around the mats again.

"Ha!" Jen laughed. Katey gave her a look but Jen threw up her hands defensively. "Hey, I didn't do anything!"

The three girls were becoming increasingly comfortable with their nudity and were covering themselves less and less. Their situation still lingered in the back of their minds. They were now completely without clothes in the middle of school. But together they felt safe. This allowed them to relax as they started to let go of their stress.

"Kitty, you can't sit up there! That's where the people sit. Here..." Becky struggled, but quickly slid a mat off the top of another pile and dragged it around to where Jen and Katey were. "This is where Kitty sits!"

Katey looked down at the mat then up at Becky giving her a sad look, lips trembling. "Meow?"

Jen laughed. "No!" Becky said, still smiling.

Katey sighed and slid down off the stack. She sat on the mat on the floor, legs crossed.

"Geez Kitty, we can't take you anywhere!" Jen teased.

"Meow..."

"It's okay, I found a leash for her!" Becky said. Surprised, Katey looked up. Becky had a pink skipping rope in her hand and was leaning down towards Katey. She strung the rope behind Katey's neck and tied a knot loosely to make a collar which left a long section of rope for a leash.

"There. It's perfect! Definitely your color too. A good match for your fur!" Becky said pleased with her work, fingering Katey's hair.

"Now you can take her for a walk!" Jen added, amused.

"Yeah! Come one Kitty! Time for a walk!" Becky coaxed Katey off the mat, tugging lightly on the leash.

Katey was a little concerned to be in such a submissive position all of a sudden, but she complied. Getting on all fours she crawled off the mat, following Becky as she was led around the outside of the room. Becky muttered some high-pitched baby talk encouraging Katey to follow her. The one handle of the skipping rope was dangling down from Katey's neck like a collar tag. Jen watched them with amusement. At first it seemed a bit ridiculous but by the time they had made one full lap around the room Katey was starting to have fun being Becky's pet. She wiggled her butt as she crawled back onto the mat, kneading it with her 'claws'.

"Good job Kitty!" Becky knelt beside Katey and scratched her behind her ear. Katey rolled her head around and made a comical purring noise.

"Ha! She likes it!" Jen was enjoying watching this scene unfold.

Becky moved her hand back and scratched Katey's neck, followed by more purring from Katey who was still on all fours. Katey craned her head upwards. "Aww. My Kitty loves me!"

Becky started to pet Katey along the length of her back. Her hand brushed between Katey's shoulder blades, slid down into the small of her back and up again over Katey's round ass. They were fast strokes and occasionally caused tingling across Katey's skin, but it was all strangely comforting.

"Will Kitty let me rub her belly?" Becky was asking but it seemed like more of a command.

Katey meowed and rolled onto her back, her legs out on the mat but her arms hanging limply in the air.

"Good Kitty!" Becky immediately began stroking up and down Katey's stomach. She started with a few short strokes from her ribs to her belly button, but these turned into something longer and slower, the full length of Katey's torso. Her hand moved up between Katey's small breasts, just inches between each nipple. Her hand felt warm on Katey's skin as it traveled off her chest and down her stomach. Becky brushed her fingers over Katey's pelvis before moving to a thigh. She rubbed her leg a few times before dragging her fingers inconspicuously inside Katey's thigh to the side of her crotch as she moved her hand back up to Katey's torso.

Katey's eyes moved between Becky's face and the travelling hand while Becky's gaze was transfixed on whatever part of Katey she was touching at that moment. She actually looked happy and tranquil. If not for that Katey might have felt less comfortable, although she couldn't deny that it was also very arousing to have her bare skin explored in such a submissive state.

Katey saw that her nipples were poking up off of her breasts. She felt a bit embarrassed until she saw that Becky's were even more noticeable. She wasn't sure what to think of that; whether she should be offended or defensive or flattered that Becky was for some reason turned on. But she just laid there like a good little kitty, both wondering when her belly-rub would end and hoping that it wouldn't.

With the playful petting having turned into something of a more awkward sexual nature Betty stopped, resting her hand on Katey's pelvis. She looked at Katey with a grin. "Ready?"

Katey knew what was coming. "No!"

Becky's hands attacked Katey's soft exposed belly, tickling her remorselessly. The soft sensual petting had primed Katey's skin, increasing its sensitivity to Becky's touch. This now made it all the more ripe for tickling. Katey squirmed and flailed about on the mat as she laughed.

Jen jumped down from her front row seat to join the fray. She pushed Becky down to her side. Katey was momentarily dreamy-eyed that Jen would come to her rescue.

Jen yelled "She's mine!" before placing her own hands upon Katey's stomach. Katey laughed and squealed moving frantically to protect herself. Becky meanwhile sat on Katey's legs to prevent them from kicking and tickled Katey's thighs and stomach. Jen focused on her neck and armpits but moved around quickly trying to evade and beat Katey's moving hands. Katey made some weak attempts to tickle Jen back and got a few short reactions, but with two girls on top of her she had few opportunities while she defended herself from multiple different directions at once.

Seeking relief, Katey bucked Becky into the air enough to roll around onto her stomach. Katey tightly pressed her upper arms into the sides of her body trying to limit access to her armpits. She crossed her forearms gripping them behind her back to strengthen her position.

Becky tried to pull her arms apart briefly but Jen stopped her. Katey felt a tug on her collar. The tickling was subsiding. But then she felt the rope tug at her neck again before it wrapped around her arms.

Jen quickly shoved the skipping rope handle under Jen's arms and pulled to make a tight loop. Becky reached down to tickle Katey's sides as a distraction while Jen made a second loop, and a third, before being forced to tie a knot when she reached the end of its length. Katey's arms were now tied behind her back and secured taught to her neck!

"Nice!" Becky congratulated Jen.

Katey had turned her head, trying to look behind her. Jen moved forward and leaned down beside Katey's face. "You're okay, right?" Jen kissed Katey on the cheek. Katey might have felt scared at first, but with Jen's reassuring kiss she let herself fall back into her role.

"Meow!" Katey playfully protested.

"Uh oh, she's still feisty!" Becky warned Jen.

"It'll be okay Kitty." Jen petted Katey's hair. Having fingers against her scalp again sent shivers down her spine. That is until the slap on her ass washed them away.

"Kitty, you have a very nice bum," complimented Becky. She squeezed her cheeks over and over, one in each palm. Becky's hands were far too small to grab the whole of Katey's ass so her fingers dug into the meat of her butt as best they could. She pulled her ass apart as wide as it would go exposing her asshole and vagina to the light before she released her grip and Katey's butt jiggled back into place. Katey's bottom wasn't all that large, but being such a small girl the roundness that it displayed stood out as a defining feature on her frame.

"Let's flip her!" Jen said, pulling Becky off of Katey's legs.

The two girls pulled Katey toward them, off of her stomach and onto her back. Katey tried to squirm and resist but her arms were tied tightly behind her. And laying on her back meant she was also laying on her arms. She pulled her legs up to her stomach to try to shield herself but that too was fruitless. Becky reached under and tickled her butt causing Katey to kick her legs out flat against the mat. Becky promptly climbed on top of them again to limit their movement.

Without delay Becky and Jen resumed their tickling, now with unrestricted access to Katey's nubile body. Katey tried to contain her laughter, afraid to get too loud, but uncontrolled bursts broke through from time to time. She tried to twist her body to roll back onto her stomach. Unable to use her arms she was easily held down by Becky's weight. She then tried sitting up but with own weight pinning her arms to the mat she could only barely lift her head, her neck held down by the rope.

Becky tickled Katey's stomach mercilessly, roaming from her hips to her crotch and from her belly button to her sensitive sides. Jen first focused on Katey's neck since it was such an open and ticklish target, then meandered down to Katey's chest. She attacked the sides of her ribs and breasts since her armpits were now almost permanently protected with her arms tied so tightly in place. Then Jen went after a new target, suddenly pinching one of Katey's hard nipples. Katey couldn't help but squeal. Her nipples were still very hard and very sensitive. She was sure that Jen could see this and was taking advantage of her vulnerability.

But Jen pulled back, just testing the waters. She tickled under Katey's chin, down the sides of her arms, then over her ribs again, eliciting softer laughs from her softer touch. She gave Katey time to protest her previous action but with nothing said she decided to continue.

Jen licked one of her fingers and planted it on Katey's ribs between her breasts. Gliding up onto one of the small mounds she ran the tip of the finger around Jen's areola. Katey shuddered in pleasure as Jen purposefully teased her. The saliva being rubbed around Katey's nipple was warm and tantilizing. She had never experienced anything like this before. And it wasn't just the finger on her breast, or the hands on her body; Having no choice in the matter, being forced to let Jen do what she wanted, made everything all the more stimulating. She could feel some of her juices escape her body, dribbling out of her pussy and trickling down under her ass. Her pussy lips were coated in her own wetness, gliding past each other as she had writhed about. She didn't know if Becky had noticed yet, but if she did she might be tempted to join Jen's teasing which by now was becoming very obvious.

Katey's entire breast tingled as Jen pinched her nipple again. She leaned forward, resting her cheek against Katey's in order to whisper into her ear. "You never did answer if you liked me," Jen twisted the hardened nipple lightly before pulling her fingers off with a squeeze. "But I think you do."

Jen pulled away. She stared into Katey's eyes. Katey's face was burning red. Tears were drying on her face due to their assault. She tried to catch her breath between suppressed laughs. But Katey still met Jen's eyes and matched her intensity. Maybe it was just a physical attraction that they shared. Katey had been still trying to define it, but Jen was now expressing it with her actions. The two of them held onto the moment searching the other's eyes for acceptance and approval, Katey all but ignoring Becky's continued attempts to tickle her. Then the room was quiet. Specifically quieter.

The rumbling from the dryer had stopped.

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Part 11


All three girls stopped. The dryer wasn't done yet. Something or someone had turned it off. Katey tried not to breathe. Becky's small butt sat on Katey's legs, her hands resting on Katey's stomach, while Jen hovered near Katey's face. They remained motionless, straining to hear some sort of sound.

After a long delay they faintly heard the dryer door being slammed shut.

"Go! Get up!" Jen whispered, pushing Becky to move. Together the two of them grabbed each of Katey's arms and lifted her off the mat to her feet. The three of them then scurried to the gym door. Jen pushed it open and Becky bolted through, Katey following close behind, her arms still tied behind her back.

Becky turned right after exiting the equipment room and around the bleachers, running away from the girl's lockers. The other girls followed her. Jen called out from behind Katey but Becky wasn't listening and continued on, bursting through the main entrance into the small lobby that laid beyond it. Jen and Katey slowed as they approached the doors but then heard the equipment room opening behind them! Jen shoved Katey into the door and they both tumbled through.

Gathering their bearings Katey watched Becky run around a corner further into the school. Jen pulled at her arm and dragged her forward, speeding up to as fast of a run as their bare feet could handle as they tried to catch Becky. Katey glanced to her left frightened to see a group of teenagers! They were just beyond a set of glass doors that led outside. Katey hoped none of them were looking. Getting pulled along by Jen she had no choice but to keep going. If she struggled against Jen she would surely fall as her bondaged arms were impeding her balance.

Jen and Katey pursued Becky into the school arriving once again in the hallway that led behind the gym. But now they were closer to the office. They spotted Becky a short ways away her back pressed flat against the wall.

"Becky," Jen whispered. The girl looked over at them, scared. "This way." Jen pointed down the hall toward the back of the gym.

Behind her glasses, Becky's eyes were stuck open. A proper deer-in-the-headlights sort of look. She stared at them but didn't move.

"Becky!" Jen called to her, frustrated.

Still holding Katey's arm, she walked down the hall toward Becky. The girl recoiled as they approached getting more and more afraid. It wasn't until they were almost next to her that they noticed she was standing next to the open door of the office!

Jen yanked Katey out of the middle of the hallway, their bodies slapping to a stop against the wall. Jen was about to say something to Becky when a teacher walked out!

He stood in the hallway for a few seconds looking at some documents in his hands facing away from the girls. Thankfully he walked off down the hallway away from them and Jen breathed a sigh of relief.

Katey's crotch was very wet. She had gotten so horny from being tickled, teased, prodded, and explored. Her desperate squirming had spread her juices around and with her pussy currently primed for action she couldn't help but feel a rush as the thrill of being caught captured her imagination. If her hands had not been tied behind her back she might have just finished herself off right then and there. Instead she just squeezed her legs together and rolled her pelvis from side to side, feeling her thighs slide with her own lubrication.

Jen waited until the teacher walked around the corner before taking action. She forcefully pulled Becky away from the door before leading both girls back down the hall. Katey had closed her eyes and Jen nearly pulled her off her feet, stumbling when they started to move.

Quickening their pace, Jen dragged the two girls back down the hall. They hurried passed the maintenance door and made their way in to the girl's locker room. Halfway in they heard another door open. It was the maintenance door!

An annoyed janitor appeared in the hallway holding a basket of clothes. Their clothes! They stood with their door half open, watching for a few seconds as he walked away from them down the hall, before they ducked inside.

They didn't head to the locker room this time. They swerved into the open-walled bathroom just inside the door.

Jen let go of the other girls and leaned her butt up against the counter. Before her stood a bondaged and horny, freckled, redhead and a black-haired, nerdy, nearly comatose young scene-girl, both of them just as stark naked as she was. She placed her hands on either side of her face and shook her head. "What am I going to do with you two?"

The room was silent.

"That... was... AWESOME!" Becky screamed, jumping up and down, tits bouncing.

"SSSSSSSHHHhut-up!" Jen lowered her voice. "What are you talking about...?"

"OHMYGOD! We totally evaded capture! We're like... Charlie's Angels! I'm Alex! I know I'm no Lucy Liu, I mean I'm not Asian, but I tot-"

"Becky?"

"Yeah?"

"Just... nevermind." Jen shook her head again. This girl was unpredictable, if not delusional.

Katey walked up to Jen, a sultry look in her eye. "Jen," she started. "Can you untie me?" Katey stepped forward and straddled one of Jen's legs, pressing her pussy against against the top of her leg. "Please?"

Katey's wet crotch rubbed slowly, perhaps even unconsciously, over Jen's thigh. Jen heart skipped as a brief flash of adrenaline pulsed through her. She remembered her teasing, the heightened sexual state she had put her friend into and the moment they had shared a few minutes ago. But they had other concerns now.

"Katey..."

"Yes?"

"You know I love you, right?"

The words startled Katey. She backed off of Jen's leg, hopeful and anxious.

Jen continued, "...so I hope you'll understand."

The slap to her face blindsided Katey and sent her stumbling backward. Jen steadied her before she could fall. Katey glared at Jen with amazement and shock. Oddly the second slap was even less expected. After being struck across both of her cheeks her senses were shaken. She could feel her knees wobble under her but Jen was again ready, supporting her weight while Katey composed herself.

"Holy crap Jen!" Becky stared, mouth agape.

"Katey? You okay?" asked Jen sweetly. Katey slowly nodded in response. Her expression was blank, her skin white, except for the burning tingly palm prints that were reddening on her face.

"You slapped the shit out of her," Becky said, figuratively of course.

Jen moved behind Katey. "Well I was hoping to slap something else out of her." Jen worked on the knot at Katey's neck. "Besides, these 'delicate' redheads have a higher pain threshold than the rest of us. She'll be fine."

"Okaaaay... and why do you know that?" responded Becky.

"Oh. Umm. No reason." Jen smirked. With Katey's neck free Jen moved to untie her arms.

"Right. Well I guess that's good to know," Becky said timidly, pulling a section of her own hair across her pale skin. "I wonder where that guy took our clothes?" she thought aloud. Becky fiddled with her thick black frames while wrapping her dyed hair around a finger.

"Probably the office..." Katey muttered, still dazed, as the skipping rope finally released its grip on her arms. She rubbed her forearms and turned to face Jen, a shameful yet thankful look on her face. Jen just smiled and rubbed Katey's shoulder.

There was more silence as the three of them pondered their situation again. A short time ago they had been carefree, regaling in their nudity while their clothes had been drying next door to them. But that had been ripped away from them. They seemingly out of options; stranded and naked, with no one to help them. Everything seemed sort of bleak.

Becky's face developed a curious look.

"Hang on," she said, leaving the washroom. The other girls watched her leave but said nothing.

"Is there a game today?" Katey asked after another moment of silence.

"Aww dammit." Jen moved to kick something but stopped, acknowledging that swinging her bare foot around a tiled room was a bad idea. "I guess we need to find some other place to hide then."

"Look what I got!" Becky tauntingly called out as she confidently strut around the corner wearing her plain teal panties. They were never placed in the pile of clothes that Katey had picked up so had been sitting on the gym floor this whole time.

"Wow. You're friggin lucky!" Jen said.

"They would probably have gone to lost and found eventually..." a meek Katey offered.

In an instant all the planets aligned. A lightbulb went off in Jen's head as she formulated her best plan yet.

"That's it!" she exclaimed.

"What's it?" Becky asked.

Jen didn't respond. Instead she walked over to Becky and wrestled her out of her panties. She yelled and put up a fight at first, having only just gotten them back, but soon gave in and unwillingly stepped out of them.

With panties in hand Jen began scouring the room. Katey and Becky watched her from a distance as she walked from corner to corner, peeking under the sinks, and entering every stall. Finally she found what she was looking for, letting out an excited "Yes!" then started her work at the counter. The two girls moved closer to figure out what she was doing.

"Hey! Stop it!" Becky said to Jen, but did not otherwise intervene. Jen had found a small piece of broken tile and was now scraping its sharpest edge against the dainty teal panties. Sharp is a relative term here as the edge was rather dull but it was the sharpest object at her disposal.

The two of them stared at Jen as she worked, cowering over the counter, her ample breasts swaying and bouncing as she vigorously rubbed the porcelain tile into the fabric. Katey excused herself, at this site, entering a stall so she could clean up her crotch.

She could feel a dull, slow, throbbing in her inflamed vulva and her vagina was still anxiously waiting for something to be shoved inside it. Even just wiping away her juices sent shaky pleasurable waves throughout her body. Her body was approaching some sort of perpetually edged state, ready and begging for stimulation at ever turn. She again contemplated dealing with this now in the privacy of the stall but with her regretful, shameful advance on Jen still lingering in her mind she suppressed her sexual fervor. She didn't want to awaken what Jen had just helped her put away. Her nether-regions now dry (outside at least) Katey flushed a wad of toilet paper and exited the stall.

Jen was still rubbing away, Becky tormented by what was being done to her only article of clothing.

"So... what the fu-?"

"Just give me a second, Becky," Jen replied, setting down the tile. She had managed to create a perforated pattern in the panties which she was now ripping by hand. It took some careful tearing but after a few seconds she manged to rip away a solid piece of fabric.

"Here you go Katey!" Jen said, handing over the now crotchless panties.

"Pfft. She's not that wet," quipped a bitter Becky. Clothes-less again her mood had taken a sharp turn from hyper to pissy. Jen leaned over and smacked her on the shoulder.

Katey examined the garment. Katey had indeed ripped out the entire crotch of Becky's panties all the way to the small elastic at its waist leaving little more than the full bum of the underpants hanging off of it.

"Um... what am I doing with this?" Katey inquired, ignoring Becky's comment.

"It's a top!" Jen said proudly.

Katey now eyed the panties suspiciously.

"Okay, but I don't have pants. So what am I supposed to do with this?"

Jen was getting exasperated. "You have the smallest boobs... Just put it on."

Slightly offended by Jen's comment, Katey reluctantly tried to pull the panties over her arms but it was an extremely tight fight. As it approached her shoulders she was afraid the waistband would rip with so little material to support it, so she stopped. Becky groaned, worried that this was all a waste of time, not to mention her underwear.

Katey instead stepped into the waistband of the panties to try a new approach, pulling them up her legs. Katey may have had smaller breasts, but Becky had a smaller bottom. Sliding the elastic over her round cheeks approached dangerous levels of stretch but she managed to squeeze them by. With a few more careful tugs she got the elastic over her breasts, although not without flicking each of her nipples in painful delight. The lone section of hanging fabric was now covering her chest.

But again, Becky was smaller. She was about as tall as the other girls but noticeably slimmer. The waistband dug into Katey's skin and the fabric barely came to either side of her breasts. From the side you would likely see the small amount of side-boob Katey had on offer, but from the front she was much better covered than she had been a moment ago. It almost looked like a bandana or kerchief-style top due to the tapering edges of the fabric and the near-point that Jen had worked into the bottom edge. It was a small and haphazard top to be sure, but a passable one.

"Good job Jen. You're MacGruber. Now what?" Becky wasn't impressed.

"Isn't it MacGyver?" corrected Katey.

"Mac-who?" Becky snarked back.

"Nothing."

"Listen you guys," Jen started. "Here's the plan. There's a lost and found box in the office, right? Well Katey is going to go find us our clothes!"

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Part 12


Becky smiled. Katey didn't.

"I can't just walk into the office like this!" whined Katey. The fabric that hung from the waistband of Becky's former panties barely concealed her boobs, however small they might have been, and it offered the rest of her body zero protection.

"Katey, listen," Jen said, grabbing Katey by her arms. Katey couldn't help but look down at each of Jen's nipples centered so wonderfully on the front of her fuller, lively breasts. "You just have to go up to the counter. It's right next to the door."

"But-"

"The secretary won't see anything. The counter is too high, so she can't. Your bottom half will be totally covered. You just need to get in, ask for our stuff, then go."

"But what if someone comes in? Or walks by? Or-"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you," interrupted Becky, smiling an evil smile.

"No I wouldn't." Katey defended herself timidly, albeit unconvincingly. She lowered her head and covered her crotch with her hands.

"Katey, I know it's risky but it's the only plan I can think of. Even if we just get back some of our clothes, ma-"

"But we don't even know if they're there!" Katey argued.

"Well where else would they be?" Jen asked.

"Maybe the janitor is taking them home to try them on," Becky taunted. "Or maybe he's jacking off into them!" Becky laughed with a dirty look on her face. Katey cringed at the thought of some guy blowing his spunk into her favorite sweater, even if it might already be ruined.

"Ew!" Jen wrinkled her nose. "You'r not helping! And that's nasty Becky!"

"Hey! It happens. A couple years ago I caught my brother's friend jerking it into m-"

"AHHLALALALA!" Jen said, her fingers in her ears. "I don't want to hear that!" she sang.

"-my panties." Becky finished. She blushed as the memory played through her head.

"Other people doing it doesn't make it okay." Katey said. She paused, pulling at the elastic that was digging into her chest. "But why did he do that?" Katey asked, curious.

"He liked me? Because boys are dirty? I dunno.... But I made him 'finish'..." Becky started to blush and - trying to hide her smile - turned her head away.

"You made him... Ugh!" Jen had just pulled her fingers out of her ears and turned away in disgust. "Yuck! That's gross!" Jen had never had much interest in boys.

"I dunno..." Becky kicked her feet. "He said he was dared to. They were having a sleepover; my brother and his friends. But I'm pretty sure the rest of them were sleeping, so I don-"

"Wait," now Jen was interested. "You mean he walked in while you were sleeping?!"

"...Yeah."

"And jerked off in your room?! You know that's super creepy, right?" Jen asked, mouth agape.

"Maybe it was a dare. I dunno. But he was willing to do it, so, like, he was okay with me catching him. Right? Maybe he even wanted me to. And it's not like I wasn't curious. He was just standing there next to my dresser with his thing out. So I jumped out of bed, ran to block the door and flicked my light switch. He barely even moved. All he could do was stare a-" Becky paused, blushing further. She used to sleep naked when her brother had his friends over. It was a dare she had given herself, but decided to leave that detail out of her story. "...but I kinda liked him too. I mean people don't do dares unless they want to. Not really. Like, some part of them anyway. Even when they say they don't want to they still choose to do it."

"Okay, totally not getting how that's still not super creepy." Jen folded her arms, covering her breasts, uncomfortable with Becky's line of reasoning. Katey meanwhile thought back to Jen's shower dare. Jen had proposed the idea. She had even guided Katey's hand between her folds. That thought was all it took for one of Katey's hands to begin moving between her legs.

Becky back-peddled quickly, trying to downplay her former crush's depravity.

"Well it was dark when I first saw him. And he never told me what the dare was. Maybe he wasn't actually jerking, I'm not sure. But I caught him with his boner out while looking in my pantie drawer. He couldn't just, like, apologize! I could've gotten him in so much trouble. But it was the first time I had got to see guy-bits, and here was this boner! So, I mean... I kinda told him to do it. Or maybe I dared him to. I can't remember. I just wanted to watch him..." Becky paused again but Jen was speechless and Katey was preoccupied with herself, so she continued. "Umm... His 'o-face' was pretty funny! Oh, and I didn't keep the panties or anything. I actually made him wear them!" Becky said this with a certain level of devious pride.

"You... What!?" Jen's voice was incredulous.

"Yup! He jerked it into the crotch. So after he finished I made him take off his pants and put on my underwear backwards! Gave himself a huge wedgie!"

"You mean his... jizz... was all..." Jen chuckled and made weird gestures with her hands.

Becky nodded. "Mhmm! Right up his butt crack!" She giggled. "I kept his pants too. Total walk of shame!"

"Oh my god..." Jen shook her head with a laugh. "That's a... weird story. I guess it serves him right though."

"I dunno. I think he enjoyed himself." Becky sounded more coy than she meant to. "Okay, maybe not the jizz part. I nicknamed him 'Wetback' after that. I've never told anyone though..." Becky casually ran her hands over her breasts. She felt both dirty and warm after telling such a perverted Truth to these girls. She had never told her friends that during their TorD games; they already thought she was weird enough with some of the things she said and had dared them to do, so she kept some stuff bottled up.

"Yeah... you do know that's not what that word means, right?" Jen said.

Becky adjusted her glasses "Wetback...? No?" She looked towards Katey for confirmation only to see that her eyes were shut. "Hey! Kaaaatey!"

"Wha...?" startled, Katey looked around. Her hands conspicuously moved away from her crotch exposing her reddened lips.

"Really now! If you liked my story so much I can go find Wetback. I'm sure I could convince him to recreate that night for you!" Becky teased.

"No! Ew! I wasn't... umm... it doesn't matter..." Katey wasn't sure what to say. She had been exploring her pussy, comparing it to how Jen's had felt, and imagining they were back in the shower. But she couldn't say that.

"Okaaay," Jen said, a questionable glance at the still horny Katey, "We're getting sidetracked here."

"I don't think so Jen," replied a now scheming Becky. "Actually, I think Kitty has the right idea!"

Katey was confused and scared. Becky had called her Kitty again. "What?"

Becky walked forward and tapped Katey's nose with her finger. "Duh! For your dare, silly!"

"This isn't a good time for dares Becky." Jen tried to look stern.

"Do I look like I care?" Becky snapped, still bitter about losing her panties. "She already agreed to it, remember? And I just gave you a Truth..."

"That no one asked you for," muttered Jen.

"...so it's the perfect time! Besides, I'm just going to give her what she wants!"

Jen was against it but Katey was interested, despite her fear. "...what's that?"

"I dare you to masturbate in front of the secretary!"

"What!" Jen exclaimed. "She can't do that!"

"Of course she can!" Becky shot back. "You said she'll be hidden, right? So the secretary can't see! Besides, I know my Kitty... She'll like this!"

"Becky!" Jen stepped between the two of them. "We're trying to get our clothes back here!"

"Hey! Back up sugar tits!" Becky poked at both of Jen's nipples. She pulled away and covered herself. "I know what we're doing. I'm not stupid. But it's your fault that I'm stuck here with you! I should totally just run up to a teacher and tell them about the mean older girls who kidnapped me and stripped me after gym class."

"WHAT!?!" yelled Jen.

"...But that would suck for all of us. I'd probably get teased for longer than you two would be in trouble for."

"Uh, no. We would probably get expelled!" Jen emphasized the word.

"Puhleez. It'd be your word against mine. And what about the clothes they found in the dryer, hmm? Mine are there too. That wouldn't help my story."

"Yeah! No shit! Because you wanted to join us! I'm still trying to figure that out. But who would they actually believe!?"

"Calm down. We'd probably all just get suspended. Which would suck. And that might still happen the way things are going. Who knows. Anyway, I'm not going to 'turn' on you. But I think at LEAST one of you owes me something for all this. Just be glad I'm willing to trade a dare for it!"

"It's okay Jen." Katey finally stepped into the conversation. "I'll do it."

"Katey, you don't hav-"

"I said she could dare me. And a dare is a dare." Katey tried to sound disinterested but she was a bad liar. Her mind and body were still begging for stimulation and that teacher walking past them outside the office had given her such a thrill. As much as she didn't want to admit it, Becky was right; she liked the dare. She wanted to try this.

"That's my Kitty!" Becky was now cheerful and giddy once more. She hopped past Jen and again 'booped' Katey on her nose. "Okay! Okay... let me think for a second." Becky hugged her naked body with her arms and bit her lip in contemplation. "First rule... You're not allowed to finish. But you can't stop unless you're about to. Actually, if you almost finish then you can totally stop. Am I making sense?"

"Edge..." Jen interrupted.

Becky cocked her head to the side. "Huh?"

"I think people call that an edge. To stop before an orgasm."

"Neat!" Becky smiled. "Okay, then if you can 'edge' yourself then you can stop. Maybe that'll give you some incentive!"

"Is that all?" Katey asked with trepidation.

"Hmm..." Becky tried to think of something to add. "Well you have to do it in the hallway too. Like, for the whole time your gone. Until you edge. But if you don't then you can only stop once you get back. Okay?"

Katey sighed. "Okay."

"Good!" replied Becky, satisfied.

No one had anything else to say.

Jen was a little annoyed that Becky had threatening them the way she had, but at least it was an idle threat. She admitted that she wouldn't do that. Or at least claimed she wouldn't. Becky was clearly unpredictable and even if the immature girl had more bark than bite, Jen was a little worried.

Becky could feel herself getting hyper. She was glad that they were doing dares again. She had never played truth or dare with older girls before, even if they weren't that much older. And even if she had sort of coerced them into doing it she was excited. These girls were much more daring than her friends. They had all gotten naked before, but Becky was convinced her friends would never have done something like Jen's shower dare, let alone the one she just gave Katey. Becky began imagining herself doing this new dare, simultaneously jealous yet not that Katey was the one who had to go through with it.

Katey on the other hand was trying to think unsexy thoughts. She was excited by the dare but didn't know if she could stop herself if she started to edge, so staving it off seemed smarter, if harder. Experimenting at home she had figured out that the longer she masturbated for the more intense her orgasms got. And since her body had already been on and off edge for so long - much longer than she had ever gone - she was almost frightened by the thought. She had no frame of reference for what her body might do once she finally had an orgasm. She was almost worried she would faint.

"So..." Katey broke their awkward silence. "Can one of you come with me? Maybe warn me if someone comes toward the office?"

"Sure!" Becky offered enthusiastically. "I'll protect my Kitty!"

"No." Jen wore a condescending grin. "You'll probably freeze up again and then you'll both get caught. I'll cover her."

"Well you can't stop me. I'm going too!" Becky said defiantly. "Maybe we can make it a group dare!"

"What are you... Listen, you got what you wanted. Now don't get ridiculous."

"Your face is ridiculous." Becky stuck out her tongue. "Your shower dare was a group dare. Why can't this one be?"

Jen rolled her eyes. "Hey, if you want to 'polish your pearl' go right ahead. I'm sure Katey would appreciate the support." She said sarcastically.

"Thanks girls." Katey spoke sincerely. Even with the other two bickering she was glad she wouldn't be doing this alone.

Jen smiled back. Looking around she picked the skipping rope up from the floor. "We'll bang these handles together if someone is coming, okay?"

Katey nodded her response. She wasn't sure what she would do if that happened, but a warning was better than none.

She took a deep breath and looked across the room into the mirror. She was the one who looked ridiculous. The two naked girls next to her seemed far more normal. There was barely any material connected to the slim elastic of the extra small panties that dug into her chest other than the limited amount of bum fabric covering her boobs. What other shreds that remained were ragged and clearly torn. On top of that (or under it) Katey's stiff nipples held the fabric away from her skin making two points on the curved surface of the panties. Maybe that didn't expose her any more since the elastic did hold down the top of the fabric to her chest and her small breasts didn't push the material very far away from her but she felt extremely naked with nothing but air between her and the thin teal fabric. And with her nipples poking so obviously under it, Katey was made all the more self conscious of her nudity. She had felt less naked actually naked. Her entire body tingled the longer she looked at herself in the mirror.

It seemed less and less like a convincing top. Or for that matter a good plan. But Katey felt she could trust Jen. They all had just as much to lose and Katey definitely didn't want to disappoint her. Maybe if she was fast the secretary wouldn't notice. But that was the sick irony. All Katey had ever wanted before this was to go unnoticed. And yet now, nearly naked, the idea of being so plainly noticed had her more aroused than she had ever been.

Maybe this was just the "teenage hormones" her parents were always talking about.

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I just read the whole story and it's really good. Don't stop

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Thank for the encouragement unique-yet-vaguely-named anonymous reader!

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Part 13


Katey peaked out into the hall, tugging nervously at the waistband over her chest. Leaning forward, the thin fabric fell away from her making her top look more like a bib. She abruptly stepped out into the open hallway, her lookouts tailing behind her.

Becky jumped out and shook one of Katey's arms up and down, the hand attached to it covering her crotch. Katey had almost forgot about Becky's dare. She gave herself a few words of encouragement in her head and moved her hand slowly over her sex, making long vertical strokes. She hoped that maybe she could soothe instead of stimulate her pussy, although that seemed like a hopeless notion with how horny she was. Becky now looked satisfied either way.

The three of them ran their way from door to door, alcove to alcove, covering themselves as one does when you're roaming around public places in the nude. Thankfully there weren't many classrooms along this section of hallway, which made the few doorways more inviting. But doors were still a risky thing to sit in front of when they didn't know who might be on the other side of them.

They found themselves at the door to the study hall again when Jen grabbed Katey.

"Katey, where are we going to watch from?" she whispered.

"I... dunno." She hadn't thought that far ahead. She just didn't want to go alone.

Katey looked down the hallway. There weren't many doors or alcoves close to the office. The study hall door wasn't really that far away but it also wasn't nearby.

Jen cracked the handles together. They made an oddly high pitched sound which echoed down the hallway. "Do you think you can hear that from inside the office?"

"Yeah. I mean... probably."

"What good will that do? You can't see much from back here." Becky was being oddly critical given their lack of options.

"It's better than nothing," Jen replied.

"But you can't see if anyone is coming from the side lobby. Look, the furnace room door is a lot closer to the office and almost looks straight down that hallway. Wouldn't that be better?" suggested Becky .

"Sure you can see out to the lobby, but they could see you too! You'll have no cover and there's no where to go from there. At least here we can duck into study hall if someone comes by."

"Fine... I'll go then!" Becky was stubborn, but was getting hyper again.

"You're going to get caught! No, you'll get us all caught!" insisted Jen.

"Hey, the sooner we spot the enemy the more time we'll have to react. We must get to the gatekeeper! I may not have a lot of cover out there, but I want to protect my Kitty." Becky petted Katey's stroking arm. Sitting still like this was making it worse for her. She had more time to focus on the passes her hand was making over her crotch. Katey had unconsciously increased her tempo.

"Okay, fine. But if you see someone just... run. Don't think. Run."

Becky smiled oddly and bit her lip, nodding her head quickly in response. She didn't want to miss out on the fun Katey would have, even if these other girls didn't necessarily consider this fun.

Katey's eyelids were drooping. Maybe she could just edge here and continue in a minute. But Becky was already pushing her out of the alcove of the door. She stumbled a bit, rising from her crouched position and begrudgingly moved forward.

Becky ran past her down the hall. In a few seconds she slid her body up against the door to the furnace room. Jen wasn't kidding. The door offered almost no protection. There was little more than a door jam to hide behind. It was inset into the wall a few inches, but that was about it. Becky was skinny, but not that skinny. Even pressed flat against the door, her face, feet, and breasts were all visible from down the hallway. Her flawlessly doll-like skin was the only thing that helped camouflage her against the off-white walls. With that said, the pink of her nipples and more importantly her black glasses and hair all worked against her.

With semi-frantic gestures and that odd smile still on her face, Becky encouraged Katey to hurry up. She swallowed and breathed deep, trying to ignore her hand's movement, and jogged in front of Becky who lightly smacked her ass as she passed. She didn't know when or why Becky had become so daring, especially given that she had froze up in the hallway before, but either way Becky wasn't making this task an easier for Katey.

She came to a stop a few feet from the office door, resting against the wall. She peeked inside the office as best she could. She couldn't see anyone in the background, but she couldn't see most of the office either. The secretary was looking at her computer. She looked young, probably still in her early twenties.

Katey's heart was pounding. Her stomach churned. Her fingers actively coaxed out her wetness. Her body trembled. She felt like she could throw up. But she could do this. She had to. Jen was counting on her.

"Hi!" She put the biggest smile on her face she could muster, slamming her stomach against the edge of the counter as she ran into it, one hand on top, the other still busy below.

"Well hello yourself! You seem cheerful! What can I do you for?" She spoke kindly but kept most of her attention on her computer. The rest of the office was empty.

Katey's demeanor betrayed that of her toothy smile. Pressing her stomach forcefully into the edge of the counter, her bare belly button sat an inch or two above its edge. She had hoped the counter would be taller than that. The secretary was sitting down at her desk, its surface lower than the counter that hovered over it. Katey was afraid to move her arm too much. Her hand made shorter, faster strokes against the top of her slit which forced her hood to roll back and forth over her clit. Her whole body was unnaturally stiff, certain delicate parts of her more so than others.

"Uhh..." She was freezing up. Masturbating right in front of someone was really hard. It was a lot for her to deal with, and not only because of how aroused she already was.

"Are you alright?" The secretary asked politely.

"Mhmm. Yup!" Katey quickly corrected her near moan.

"Okay. So what did you need?"

Katey tried to control her breathing. She swallowed again. Her hand was getting jerky, starting and stopping to try to limit her pleasure but was instead giving herself short intense bursts.

"I'm looking to find... for my clothes." That came out weird. "I lost something," she added, trying to avoid anything Freudian.

"Oh, okay." The secretary glanced at the interesting article of clothing draped over Katey's chest. "What did you lose?"

Without warning, a person slammed into Katey's leg! She had to step to one side in response, grabbing a firmer hold of the counter, but quickly stepped back as inconspicuously as possible, her legs now forced farther apart by this person. She took a sharp breath to contain her desire to scream, terrified that someone was now touching the inside of her bare leg. The body had made a thump against the front of the counter as it hit the floor. In the background Katey could hear a high-pitched tapping. Jen had tried to tell her...

"What was that?" The young secretary furrowed her brow, paying less and less attention to her work.

Katey pulled back from the counter just far enough to see Becky staring up at her. She positioned herself between Katey's legs, a shushed finger to her lips. Was someone coming?

"Oh, sorry. I guess I... kicked your counter. With my shoe," she added. She was trying too hard to sound normal, but now she was also distracted by the prospect of someone coming down the hall, but she couldn't hear Jen anymore.

"Alright, but could you try not to?" The secretary was attempting to be nice about it but was clearly getting a little irritated.

"Oh. Sorry. I'm so sorry... Dakota." Katey finally noticed the secretary's name on a placard on the counter. The last thing she wanted was to make this 'gatekeeper' suspicious.

She smiled weakly. "Apology accepted. Now, what did you need?"

"I lost somethi-"

Katey pulled away from the counter again. Becky had poked at her slit, both of Katey's hands still on the counter. She slapped one of her hands over her pussy and sucked her body back up to the counter, her jerky mechanical movements starting again.

The secretary rolled her eyes a bit, almost giving up on helping this strange girl. "Sweetie, I got that, but what did you lose?"

Katey tried to glance around the office casually, looking for a lost and found box or the basket the janitor had been carrying or any sign of their clothes. She took a while to respond, once again distracted by her hand along with the thought that Becky now had a great view from underneath her. But who was watching the hall?

"Er- Some stuff." She blurted out.

"SOME stuff... How much 'stuff' did you lose exactly?"

Katey tried to think quickly, but the pleasure erratically pulsating through her body caused her composure to come and go.

"Well, it's not for me. It's... hmmemmmy sister. Sh- she lost something. Maybe ahaa-dress." Her breathing was getting shallower, her heart rate increasing. Her eyes temporarily closed for whole seconds instead of blinking. She was really straining to keep herself together. Maybe she was getting close to edging. But she was having a hard time concentrating on anything, even the state of her own pussy.

"Listen, I can't just let you rummage through lost and found," Dakota explained, then paused. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Mhmm!" Katey nodded emphatically, pursing her lips together.

"You don't look alright. You're sort of, well, very red."

Heat poured from Katey's face as she forced her body to stay as still as possible while her fingers menacingly attacked her clit. She didn't feel like she could control them anymore. They moved faster and faster, pressing progressively harder.

Dakota stood. Katey's eyes opened wide. Dakota's hand reached forward. Both of Katey's grabbed onto the counter, rising to her tiptoes and pushing her pelvis further from view. She was even closer to Becky's face now but was trying to hide her bare hips from the secretary.

"You're really hot." Dakota felt Katey's forehead. "Are you sure you don't need to see the nurse or something?"

Katey opened her mouth. She took long slow breaths as she spoke, trying to calm down.

"No. I'm fine. Really."

Dakota put her hands on her hips. "Then do you want to tell me why you're really here?"

Her heart stopped. Her knees went weak. Katey was a horrible liar. And under this much pressure with this much at stake her mind went blank. Her body shut down. The only thing her trembling body managed to do was shake loose a single drop of her juices from between her lips which fell on to Becky's equally exposed skin beneath her.

"Come on now. Come clean. What do you want? Is this some dare? Did someone put you up to this?"

A switch flipped in her brain. Maybe she didn't have to lie.

"Yes."

Dakota prodded. "Yes what?"

"It's a dare." Becky poked Katey's thigh but didn't get a reaction from her.

Dakota smiled and shook her head. "Well you're very daring!" she teased, glancing at Katey's top again.

Katey looked down at the counter in embarrassment, getting an eyeful of her nipples as they tried their damnedest to cut through the thin teal fabric draped over top of them. But she felt like she could relax a bit now. Dakota sat down again, speaking in more hushed tones.

"You're lucky I'm working today. If Eleanor was here you'd probably be in the principal's office already." She pulled her chair into her desk, facing Katey. "But I guess I can relate more. You should've seen some of the crap me and the girls pulled when we were in school!" She had a fond glimmer in her eye as she spoke.

Becky was not interested. She was focused entirely on the completion of her own dare. She was poking all around Katey's crotch, unwilling to touch her now sopping sex.

"So is this sort of like a treasure hunt thing? Like a competition, right? You need to find... 'stuff,' as you put it?"

"Uhh... yes?" Katey squeaked, going along with the strange idea.

"Okay. You said you wanted a dress, right?"

Katey had moved a hand back under the counter to swat at Becky's poking digits.

"Yeah. And there's a sweater an-"

"Woah. Hey. Listen. I'm willing to help out, but I can't fill out your list for you. Someone's going to notice if this box is suddenly empty." She gestured to under her desk. "But I think I can get you that dress. Just hang on."

Dakota pushed her chair back and ducked underneath her desk. A frustrated Katey pulled away from the counter and gave Becky a desperate look, pleading for her to let her out of the dare. Becky looked to be enjoying herself but still gave a stern glare back to Katey. Becky made "OK" fingers with one hand and trust another finger in and out of the hole. Katey shook her head. Becky then brought two of her fingers to her open mouth and flicked her tongue out at Katey. Again Katey shook her head. Becky cocked her head and raised her eyebrows as a warning but Katey still didn't respond.

Now Becky was the one shaking her head. She was disappointed. She leaned to one side and grabbed a hold of Katey's closest wrist, pulling her arm taut down the side of Katey's body. Katey looked forward again, trying to ignore whatever Becky was now doing. She couldn't complete the dare. She had been so close to edging, and her body was still ready for it - so much so she felt weak - but they weren't there to play truth or dare. They were there to get their clothing back.

But ignoring Becky was a bad move. As Dakota began to rise from under the desk Katey felt a tug on the back of the elastic around her chest. Becky yanked down on it hard, but the front of it only dug further into her chest. In an instant, the elastic snapped!

Katey managed to contain her yell to a yelp. She turned her body away from the counter, trying to pivot on the arm Becky was still holding. She threw her free hand behind her blindly, grabbing at the air trying to find the now useless panties. Becky giddily smacked Katey's ass cheek which sent her spinning back around to face the counter only to meet Dakota's eyes! She was taking in the now topless form of the girl in front of her desk.

"Okaaay then..." Dakota was less shocked as she was uncertain. All she could do was stand there, staring at this girl.

Katey tired to bring her free hand up to her chest when she realized it was no longer free! Becky had a hold of both of her wrists and was practically hanging underneath her. She was skinny, but using most of her body weight she could keep Katey's arms down against her sides. Katey thought about dropping to the floor but she was certain they would then get caught. The thought stuck around longer than it should have, but she didn't want to get in trouble.

"Are you... done flashing me yet?" Dakota looked to be very patient.

"...No." Katey closed her eyes. She could feel her hard nipples as they pointed out at Dakota. Her pussy throbbed again. She bit her lip as conflicting emotion and arousal cascaded over her.

"Ah... What?" Dakota asked, confused.

"I can't." Katey replied, looking down again, trying to twist her wrists away from Becky.

"Okay. I'm just going to-"

"Touch me."

"What?!?" Now Dakota was confused.

But Katey hadn't said it. It came from Becky!

Katey, still looking down, leaned back from the counter to eye Becky between the crack of its edge and her stomach. Becky once again had an evil smile on her face. She nodded and shook Katey's wrists. Was that a threat?

She looked up. Dakota had tossed the dress onto the desk in front of her. Her arms were crossed. One of her hands was over her mouth. Her eyes explored Katey's body. She was either lost in contemplation or was soaking in the sight of the nubile girl standing before her.

Katey's bottom lip trembled. Her eyes were getting watery. Her nipples hurt. Her clit begged to be touched. But Dakota seeing the first two started to feel sorry for Katey.

Dakota placed her hands on the desk. She spoke evenly. "Listen. I will get fired," she whispered. "You'll probably get expelled. So you can't say anything to anyone. You were never here."

Katey nodded solemnly.

Dakota sighed, staring at Katey's exposed upper body. "You had better win this damn contest..."

Katey drew a slow breath, trying to calm herself. Her body was going get what it wanted, but she hated that Becky was delivering it to her like this.

The secretary reached forward. She stopped herself and pulled back a bit, kicking herself one final time for her interest in this girl's activities, not to mention her assets. After a few seconds of hesitation, her hand hovering in mid air, she grabbed at Katey, the girl moaning as her small boob was snatched. Dakota's fingers dug into the soft flesh but she quickly corrected her clumsy grip. She softly cupped the breast, squeezing gently a few times, stimulating Katey's hard nipple in the palm of her hand.

Dakota's hand moved across Katey's chest to her other breast, passing her fingers over Katey's other attentive nipple, flicking it finger by finger. She then moved back to the center of her chest. She ran her fingers back and forth between Katey's small boobs before she continued down her petite torso, her fingers lightly gliding her stomach, admiring the girl's supple skin.

Dakota shook her head again and pulled her hand up. She pet Katey, stroking her hair a few times before softly grabbing one side of Katey's face, her fingers pushing back around the girl's neck. Katey stared back into Dakota's eyes, feelings of shame, arousal and wanting competing for her attention.

"You are a very pretty girl. Stupid, but pretty. I really do hope you win... whatever this is. But this is it. Okay? Please?"

Her words were sincere. Katey nodded slowly. Dakota was trying to be so supportive. Her touch had been affectionate and tender. Katey felt woozy, for a multitude of reasons. But she was thankful that Dakota was so understanding of her situation, even if she had essentially fabricated Katey's story for her.

As she and Dakota parted, Katey realized that Becky was no longer holding her. She wasn't even in the room anymore. Katey had been able to cover herself for some time and yet she had still let this happen. She did not pull away. She did not cover herself. Had a part of her wanted this? She didn't know if that made it any better. Becky had still gone too far.

Regaining her faculties she threw one arm over her breasts and leaned over the counter to grab the dress. Placing her hand upon it Dakota placed hers over Katey's. Their eyes met.

"What, umm... what's your name?" Dakota sputtered, embarrassed.

They stared at each other uncomfortably for a few seconds but Dakota turned away, her expression ambiguous, if not just blank. She was hard to read.

"I'm Kitty."

Dakota turned back with eyebrows raised. The corners of her mouth curled upwards as she softly laughed to herself.

Kitty gave an appreciative smile in return along with a single meow before running out of the office.

[TheFloss]

Oh whoa- you're writing two at once? This is great stuff, man.

[uzaho]

Originally Posted by TheFloss

Oh whoa- you're writing two at once? This is great stuff, man.

Yeah, no one said I was smart. It's making it a bit harder to keep up my former pace. But thanks!

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Part 14


Katey ran naked down the hall as conflicted and horny as ever. Why did some part of her enjoy being embarrassed like this? She had never done this sort of thing before and this wasn't just some way to kill an afternoon, she hadn't had much of a choice so far. Perhaps being forced into this was stimulating her undiscovered submissive nature but either way she had been enjoying herself. Right up until Becky stripped her the suspense of getting caught and trying to follow Becky's dare had fueled her excitement to new heights. Being felt up by the secretary was something altogether different. She had wanted to run but her body had betrayed that inclination. She would have felt violated had she not, in the end, submitted to it. Katey felt-

"AH!"

She yelled when a hand grabbed her arm.

"SHH!" Jen countered, pulling her friend into the study hall.

"What happened? Where's your top? You okay? Where's our stuff?" Jen's rapid fire questions had no discernible order.

"Uh... I-"

"She didn't complete my dare!" Becky piped up, sitting on one of the desk cubbies.

"What?"

"That wasn't fair Becky!"

"Hey, take your punishment like a woman!"

"Wait, what?"

"But that wasn't part of the dare!"

"You quitting wasn't part of the dare either!"

"Hey! What is going on?!" Jen raised her voice in exasperation.

Neither girl responded.

"Katey, what happened to your top?"

"Becky tore it off me. But I didn't get in trouble..." She tried to minimize her failure.

"What?! Why did you do that?!"

"Because she stopped masturbating. She wasn't done yet."

"Becky! What the hell? She was trying to get our clothes back!"

"Well, I did get this..." Katey held out the dress, now noticing that it wasn't Becky's.

Becky sneered. "Congratulations!"

"This is all she gave me. I didn't get to see anything else. I dunno." Katey was a bit sheepish, still reeling from the masturbation and her exposure and the fondling. She was almost guilty that her body felt this good. She wished she could share it with Jen.

There was a moment of silence again. Katey held the small blue dress in front of her. Jen stared at Becky who was leaning back in the shallow cubby resting on her hands, her tits pointing into the air.

Jen breathed in deep and held it. She walked over to Becky as calmly as she could before grabbing both of the girl's nipples and twisting sharply.

"OW! What's wrong with you?" Becky sat up protecting herself with a criss-crossed hand bra.

"YOU deserve a punishment, not Katey!"

"But she didn't finish my dare!"

Jen crossed her arms. "Did she edge?"

Becky looked over at Katey, "No... well I don't think so..."

"How could you give her a punishment or a forfeit if you don't even know?" Jen was trying to outplay Becky at her own game. Katey knew the truth but wasn't about to speak up.

"Because... I just know! She just wanted to stop!"

"Umm..." Katey interrupted them. "Why did you run into the office like that?"

Jen turned to Katey. "Some kids came in from the lobby. I mean that's why she ran, but running to the office was dumb. Lucky for you two they turned towards me and not past the office."

"Oh." For a brief moment Katey had thought that Becky and Jen had somehow planned this all out, even if that wasn't realistic. Something just seemed fishy.

"So what did the secretary do?"

"Oh, Dakota's cool."

Katey and Jen both looked at Becky, puzzled. She shrugged.

"What? She used to babysit me and my brother. Her friends were super fun." Becky gave a devious look when she said that.

"How old is she?" Katey was interested now.

"I dunno. Nineteen? Maybe twenty. I think she just graduated actually. She wasn't that much older tha-."

"Wait a sec... Katey flashed... Dakota, and this girl didn't do anything? Didn't you have to run?" Jen was a bit incredulous.

"No, I said Dakota was cool." Becky repeated, annoyed that Jen wasn't listening. "Katey even let her feel her up!"

Jen didn't respond. She looked back at Katey, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. Katey just kicked her feet, holding the dress over her breasts.

"But you should be thanking me! If she hadn't seen me run in like that we probab-"

"She saw you too?!?" Jen whipped her head back to Becky.

"Yeah, I-"

"You let her see you naked?!"

"Ohmygod, seriously, you're so bossy! I can tell you everything if you just let me." Becky dropped her hands into her lap and tossed her head back dramatically.

Jen furrowed her brow but shut her mouth.

"For, like, the last time, Dakota's cool. I saw her in the office earlier today. Even if she had caught Katey rubbing one out I don't think she would've got her in trouble, but after she saw me come in I think she knew enough to play along." Becky explained. "I mean... it all worked out right?"

Katey almost felt better knowing this. At least there was some sort of explanation for her strange encounter, even if she now knew one of the secretaries was some sort of sexual deviant. Then again, what was Katey? She had never been so turned on in her entire life before today.

"So... can't you go back and talk to her then? To get our clothes?" Katey asked.

Becky shook her head. "You were there. She said she couldn't give us anything else. And besides, I don't think our stuff is there. Just look at the dress she gave you."

Katey pulled the blue dress away from her body. It was unusually small. It certainly wasn't going to fit any of them. It wasn't long enough, or very wide.

The room went silent again. They were virtually no better off than they had been ten minutes ago.

Katey was still so aroused. Her nipples were getting sore from being stiff for so long.

Jen wanted to get back at Becky but was frustrated that Katey seemed so willing to look past this girl's wild and reckless antics.

Becky held an odd combination of regret and excitement despite the other two girls getting suddenly solemn.

"Hey. I'm sorry, okay?" Becky offered. "Maybe that was dumb, even with knowing Dakota."

Jen sighed and shrugged, trying to be diplomatic. "No one got in trouble. And we did get something out of it." She pointed at the dress.

More silence.

"Becky," Katey piped up. "...did you want a truth or a dare?"

Becky's jaw dropped. It quickly turned into a large smile. "Really?"

Katey pursed her lips and nodded.

"Umm. Okay. Umm." She was so happy to be properly playing with these older girls now. "Uh... Truth!"

Katey thought for a moment. "How many people have seen you naked?" She held the dress against her body again, aware of her own nudity as she said it.

"Oh, I'm not sure!" She started to count on her fingers. "Wait, all the way naked, or just part way naked?"

"Whichever." Katey was only partially interested. She was just trying to lighten the mood and this seemed to be what Becky had wanted from the beginning.

"Well not counting you two, or family... like, a dozen? Is that a lot?"

Katey thought so seeing as no one had seen her naked before today. "Yeah. Maybe."

Becky kicked her legs in the air, elated to feel like part of the group again. "Okaymyturn! Jen! Truth or dare?"

Jen was taken aback a bit. Were they actually doing this? "Uh. Truth I guess."

"Okay. Have you ever done anything with a boy?"

"Like what?" Jen didn't need to ask this, but she was curious what Becky wanted to know.

"Like a handie? Or a blow job? Or even all the way?" Becky looked like she wanted a juicy story.

"I'm not... really into boys."

"Fine. Your turn then." Becky slumped back, pouting. She hadn't understand what Jen had meant by that but Katey was paying a bit more attention. She even caught Jen glancing at her.

"I don't really... I think I'll just pass. Katey, do you want to go?" Jen was still trying to think of a way out of their situation.

"Okay. Becky, truth or dare?"

"Da- no, truth!" She said, curious but worried about what Katey might have her do for a dare, especially after what Becky had done in the office.

Katey pondered again. "You have a brother, right?"

"...is that the question?" Becky raised an eyebrow.

"No. I was just... anyway. Have you played truth or dare with him?"

"Kitty, no offense, but you should ask better questions than that."

"Okay. Have you ever touched his dick?"

Becky's face went blank as her cheeks turned red. She casually slid an arm over her bare chest, now seeking as much protection as she could manage.

"Umm... I think you already asked your question Kitty."

Katey shook her head. "No, this is my question. You said my first one wasn't good enough."

"Yeah, but I don't have to answer that."

"Why not?"

"Because... because you'll think I'm weird!"

Katey had just blurted out the question. She hadn't expected this kind of response from it. "Well I think you're making it weirder by not answering."

Becky sighed. "Yes. I have held my brother's dick."

That word - held - was very purposeful; it was a level of admission Katey hadn't been looking for. So what had they been doing exactly? Katey decided it best not to push any further.

"Hey Becky," Jen spoke up. "I have a dare for you."

Becky wasn't sure if she wanted a dare yet, but she did want to change the topic away from her and her brother. "Okay. What is it?"

"I dare you to get us out of this mess, and I'll tell you exactly how you're going to do it..."

[Pepe990]

I really love this story! Can't wait for the next part!!!!

[TheFloss]

Ah! Great as always!!! Your characters have delightful depth.

[uzaho]

Thanks again for the encouragement guys!

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Part 15


Becky shuffled her way down a long hallway. Voices could be heard from behind the doors of the classrooms she passed. She was sweating. Her brow was nearly damp, her face flush. Her entire body was hot, even her bare feet against the cold floor. The anxiety she felt was making her mind numb.

She almost tripped again, squeaking as she balanced herself. Jen had tied the skipping rope at her feet. There was a small length of rope running between her ankles which offered her limited mobility, and made her long trek agonizingly slow, but it was easy to get tripped up. More and more so as she experienced lapses in concentration.

Almost tripping had caused her to stop again. A few sharp breaths passed her lips. She calmed herself. Becky brought the hand back to her crotch while her other hand, clutching the dress, rested once more at her side. She wasn't allowed to cover herself unless she knew someone was coming. Her feet being bound would make it very hard - if not impossible - to hide if she was about to be discovered. It was all very risky. But that wasn't so bad by itself. Having to masturbate the entire time was making everything much more difficult.

Becky inched forward once again, resuming her former pace both on her feet and between her legs. Her knees were bent slightly, pointing out to the side. She had to keep them as wide as possible to give her hand proper access to her sex.

Jen had surprised her. Becky agreed to the dare before she had even heard what it was. She was just excited that Jen was participating again. But she didn't think she could be this mean.

Becky stumbled again. Waddling with her legs so wide forced the skipping rope to pull taught against the opposite leg with every step she took. She had to concentrate on each step to maintain her balance but rubbing at her lips and clit distracted her to no end causing her to lose focus - and her footing - very quickly.

She didn't want to stop this time. She hopped her way forward to keep moving. Becky had been out here for several minutes now. She would get caught out here if she didn't hurry up. But hopping didn't work. She leaned forward too far and was unable to stick a leg out in front of her to prevent her plummet to the floor.

She let go of the dress. Her arm reached out to soften her fall. Tumbling forward she dropped down to the floor. Her glasses slid down her nose slightly. Her black hair shrouded her face. Gravity had forced her to her knees.

She didn't stop masturbating though. She was proud of that, taunting Katey in her head as she knelt on the hallway tile. This was way harder than her dare, but she wasn't a quitter. Of course she told herself that she just didn't want to get her sex hand dirty by placing it on the floor. The last thing she wanted was a dirty hand rubbing at her increasingly wet pussy.

Another sharp breath. Becky bit her lip. Her knees had slid away from each other when she collapsed. The impact had hurt a bit but now her legs were spread much wider than she had been able to while standing. Her pride in keeping at her task faded quickly. It was replaced by a lusting appetite. An urge. A compulsion. Her hand could work between her lips so much easier with her legs spread like this. Her fingers danced at a quickening pace along her slit, desperate to feed her fervor.

Her head dropped, body shuddering. The small of her back twitched up and down. Her tempo increased. Each of her breasts gently shook under her. Her hips and torso bobbed back and forth as she tried to hump her own hand. Her breathing was shallow. She released her clenched teeth from her lip. Now she drew air into her body to the same rhythm as her hips.

Panting and on her knees, Becky's bound, quivering, naked form was immobilized with pleasure in the middle of the hall.

"I'm so... close..." she said to herself aloud.

The classroom was only two doors away. She didn't want to, not in that moment, but she had to get up.

She pushed off the floor with one hand, bending back at her waist. Her fingers continued at their task. Another wave of pleasure pulsed through Becky's body, her torso arching forward, while she leaned back trying to rest on her shins. Regaining her composure she rotated one of her knees upward and planted a foot onto the floor. Steadying herself with her hand at her side she righted her other foot, slowly forcing herself to stand again.

Becky stopped for a moment. She had to collect herself if she was to continue. She raised a wet hand in front of her. It looked like she had entered herself while she was on the floor. She didn't even remember doing it. But the lengths of two of her fingers were well coated with her juices.

She stuck each finger in her mouth, one at a time, licking them clean. Tasting herself she realized she could not recall when she'd last masturbated. Why had it been so long?

Becky's fingers now wet with saliva reapplied themselves to her vulva. After picking up the dress from the floor, her feet trudged forward under their own power.

In Becky's mind, Jen was clearly more concerned with exacting vengeance on Katey's behalf than she was about getting them out of their current predicament. Why else would she make this so hard on her?

After a few more moments of stumbling Becky was finally in front of her target. She fumbled with the dress, struggling to pull it over her head. It was a tight fit. Jen had ripped the straps off of the small garment so that Becky could pull it farther down her body but it didn't help much. It was several sizes too small. She wiggled and writhed, her shoulders finally popping out the top of the dress one after the other. Dragging it downward, her breasts soon began to poke out, the dress squeezing them against her chest and spilling over the top. But it didn't feel like it was covering her crotch yet. The bottom edge of the dress was ruffled. She couldn't gauge exactly how well it covered her. It wasn't as if she had a mirror to check with but if she pulled it down any further her breasts would pop out of the top completely.

She didn't have much of a choice. It would have to do.

Becky opened the classroom door halfway, hiding behind it as she peered into the classroom. Even if the dress did cover her privates her bound feet might raise some questions. She could have said something, or knocked even, but she just stood there waiting for the teacher to acknowledge her presence.

"Hi... Can we help you?" The middle aged man gave a quizzical look toward the intrusive, red faced girl.

"Yeah. Is Lisa here? I need to talk with her... about her sister, Jen. Jennifer." Becky spoke as eloquently as she could while masturbating behind the door.

"Can't this wait until after class?" The teacher wasn't impressed by this interruption.

"No, it can't. It's urgent. But it's private. I really need to come... Lisa to come with me." She stumbled through the words a bit, but Becky felt she was doing well.

The teacher sighed in contemplation. "Alright. Lisa, you're free to go." He relented as much to continue on with his class as anything.

A girl near the back of the room stood from her desk. She looked confused but concerned. Shoving her books into her bag she moved quickly to join Becky in the hallway.

"Umm... What's wrong with Jen? Wait, what's wrong with your feet? Wait... who the hell are you exactly?" Lisa was spiraling through a wide range of emotions standing in the hallway with this younger girl. Becky shuffled away from the doorway to face Lisa and held both of her hands in front of her at the bottom of her dress, discretely working at her clit.

"Jen needs your help. She... she sent me to come get you."

"What kind of help? Is she hurt?"

"No, nothing like that."

"...then what?" Lisa said, impatiently.

"She didn't want me to tell you. She just wanted me to bring you to her."

"Listen, if this is some kind of prank you can stop right now. I'm not intere-"

"Do you remember Derek?" Becky interrupted.

"What?" Becky could tell Lisa recognized the name.

"Well do you remember that time you broke that one thing that night? That no one is supposed to know about?" This meant nothing to Becky. She had to stop masturbating to concentrate on the words as Jen had said them. Repeating them wrong might render them meaningless.

"What did she tell you?" Lisa glared at Becky.

"Not much. But do you believe that Jen sent me know?"

Lisa squinted at Becky, looking her up and down. "Maybe."

"Okay. Then... umm... can you untie my feet?"

"Is there something wrong with your hands?"

"I'm not allowed to do it. But Jen said that you can do it for me."

"Okay, seriously, what the hell is going on?"

"Jen needs your help. She really does. But this part," Becky pointed down at the skipping rope, "is a dare."

"Are you kidding me? Is that dress part of the dare? What are you doing under there anyway?" Lisa crossed her arms belligerently.

Becky closed her eyes. Jen had told her to be completely honest with her sister but to avoid telling her what was wrong. Jen was afraid her older sister might bail once she found out they were all stuck at school naked. She wanted to talk to her first. But it was that honesty part that was irking Becky. It was part of the dare though...

"I'm... masturbating."

"Uhh...... why?" Lisa leaned back. The whole situation kept getting weirder and weirder.

Becky sighed. "It's part of the dare."

"Okay. So. Can you stop?"

Becky shuddered again. Lisa knowing that she was touching herself was turning Becky on. "As soon... as... we get back."

"And where's that?"

"Study hall."

Lisa nodded, waiting for Becky to offer more information. Instead the two of them just stood in the hallway, Lisa watching Becky masturbate.

"So are we going or not?" Lisa asked impatiently.

"Could you please untie me first?" Becky pleaded. It would be much easier and faster to walk back without her skipping shackles.

Lisa shook her head. "This is so weird..."

"Plu-hmmnf... Please?" Becky asked, shuddering again.

Lisa knelt in front of Becky to try and address the knots. With her head directly in front of Becky's crotch she could now hear soft sexual sounds as the girl's fingers traveled the length of her slit, fondling between her wet folds. It was very distracting. Something happening that close to you - let alone right next to your head - is hard to ignore.

Lisa kept glancing up at Becky's sex while she tugged at the skipping rope. Becky tried to control her breathing. Control her pace. But it didn't help. Nothing seemed to. She wanted so desperately to cum. She had never had such a longing for her electric toothbrush. Suddenly Becky remembered why it had been so long. She had broken her toothbrush in the act and mom wasn't willing to buy her another one. Why didn't the school just hand out vibrators in sex-ed? Surely that could keep most girls satisfied until college, right?

Becky's internal monologue proved futile. She wasn't going to make herself any less horny while she was still forced to rub herself like this.

"Okay. There you go."

Lisa pulled the last loop of rope off of Becky's ankle. The young girl spread her feet apart for the first time in several minutes, then immediately bent forward and bit her lip. Giving herself better access to her sex was dangerous with how horny she was. Maybe just a taste of satisfaction. Becky deftly slipped a finger inside of her. She made several long, slow, wet thrusts before pulling out. Her hand slid forward to rub the juices on her clit. The warm lubrication was soothing and arousing all at once.

"Yeah. This is super awkward." Lisa had yet to stand. She was watching everything Becky was doing with sincere fascination. This sort of thing just didn't happen at school. And yet here was this girl going to town on her vag in the hallway.

"Sorry. I just... yeah." Becky didn't know what to say. She tried to keep from panting. She hadn't thought about this part. It was all really exciting. She had never masturbated in front of a stranger before. She felt so naughty. Becky was already more than eager enough to complete the dare as it was, so this was just icing on her cake.

Lisa stood holding the skipping rope. "Yes indeed. Let's go already."

"WAIT!" Becky didn't mean to yell. She looked around, hoping none of the invisible people around them had heard her.

"What now?" Lisa was starting to get exasperated but was also blushing. She was inexplicably part of another student's sexual truancy.

Becky looked down sheepishly at the floor. "I still need to be tied up..."

[memnoch55]

great story looking forward to the next part

[thefunman]

When will this continue? Very good so far

[Hades]

Please continue writing. This is an amazing story.

[TheFloss]

Uzahu! ...Uzahu!!!! She still needs to be tied up!!