The Evil Fairy's Playground

[Evil Fairy]

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The New Girls

By The Evil Fairy

Chapter One: Penny Settles In

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"Greetings New Girl!" Penny Gadget closed her locker and turned in the direction of the oddly-intoned voice with the surfer accent. It was a boy in a bright pink shirt and a green cap...one of the kids from her science class, she remembered. Mark Something, right? She felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach at the grin on his face as he approached.

"You are the newest human child to attend this place of education." He proclaimed loudly. "Thus, I shall make you an object of ridicule and scorn in order to increase my standing among our peers...chyeah." With no further preamble Mark picked up a garbage can and upended it over Penny, finishing by shoving the can over her head and shoulders. "Fear not, New Child." She could faintly hear Mark whispering to her. "I bear you no ill will...in truth, this is a gesture of greeting and friendship among my people. Later dude!"

Then the roar of laughter started. Penny lifted the can off of her just in time to see Mark being borne away on the shoulders of the other kids in the hall. Keeping her face studiously neutral, she brushed paper and other refuse off her clothes, grateful the can hadn't contained anything wetter. The perfect end to the perfect week, Penny thought gloomily.

It sure hadn't taken the kids of Dimmsdale Middle School long to find out that the new girl in their midst was a shy, brainy tomboy. Actually, that first one had kind of surprised her too...she'd never really thought of herself as shy before she had to move here alone. Alone...no Uncle Gadget, not even Brain. And it was all so stupid, too. Uncle Gadget had gotten sent on a really important mission very suddenly and Penny hadn't been able to stowaway, so she had sent Brain along, like always.

What she hadn't known was that the mission was to some kind of interstellar space station that Dr. Claw had infiltrated somehow, teaming up with some kind of cat monster named Maximus IQ. It was going to be months before they were able to come back, and there was absolutely no way for Penny to get there now.

Chief Quimby had been shocked when she asked him for help. He'd been so sure that Penny would sneak along for this mission that he hadn't made any kind of plan for her here. But thinking quickly he'd arranged a transfer to a new town, Dimmsdale, a new place to live and a generous stipend for expenses. Knowing how capable she was, Quimby didn't have many qualms about leaving her to her own devices for a few months, especially since MAD was preoccupied.

Penny sighed deeply as she pulled her backpack out of her locker and got ready to walk home. Since she was all on her own, she was giving some serious though to staying away from school all together. But then, she guessed she was too much of a goody-two shoes for that...a sudden familiar giggle from behind her made her straighten up sharply.

"You have something in your hair, New Girl." It was Trixie Tang and her slightly less popular friend Veronica. Blinking, Penny reached up and plucked a torn test sheet out of the back of her hair. She blushed furiously and silently as the two of them passed her, still giggling. As they walked down the hall, Penny's eyes were drawn downwards, unable to stop staring at Trixie's ass as it swayed from side to side beneath the white miniskirt. Unconsciously, she licked her lips as her gaze traced the curve of the taller girl's inner thigh up to where it vanished from sight. She shivered suddenly as she realized exactly how bad the good girl could be where Trixie Tang was concerned.

It took her half a second to realize that the view had stopped moving. With a whole new blush, Penny darted her eyes away. But as she did, she thought she saw Trixie looking back over her shoulder at her, with a smile that seemed kind of knowing. But then the moment passed, and Trixie and Veronica continued down the hall, leaving Penny all alone.

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The next day was Saturday, and Penny decided to head to the mall. She hadn't been shopping in awhile, and she wanted to look for some components she could modify for her computer book. Though she didn't find anything, she left with a sense of smug superiority. The best computer store in this crummy little down didn't have anything even approaching the level of technology she needed.

Penny found a seat on a bench and sat down despondently. Smugness didn't make things any more interesting. She was bored and lonely...Uncle Gadget had called last night, and Brain had gotten in touch a little while later. Decoding her loyal dog's messages about his harrowing experiences keeping her uncle out of harm's way hadn't done much to brighten her mood...it just made her wish she was up there with them. Or anywhere but Dimmsdale.

Suddenly, Penny felt like she was being stared at. She lifted her head and looked around, but couldn't find anything wrong. The only thing that caught her eye was some kid standing in front of the comic store, a bag in his hand. He was wearing blue jeans and a dark and light-purple striped shirt, with a red baseball cap. "Does every kid here wear a cap?" She muttered to herself, still keeping an eye on the kid.

Why he caught her eye she couldn't say...something just seemed kind of familiar about him. He needed some bigger jeans, that was certain, Penny thought as he turned and bent down to look at something in a display window. They were awfully tight for a boy. Actually...she mused, tilting her head a little, that ass wasn't too bad...though again, it certainly didn't belong on a boy. It was almost as good as Trixie's, she admitted, feeling her cheeks go warm at the thought of the other girl once again. If there was one good thing about Dimmsdale, it was her, despite the fact that she barely registered Penny's existence.

Idly watching the tight fabric stretch, Penny found herself sinking into a daydream in which her dark-haired classmate figured quite prominently. In a minute, she was so lost in her fantasies she didn't even notice that the tall boy had vanished from sight. And when a voice sounded from just by her right ear, it startled her out of her reverie to the point that she almost leapt off of the bench.

"I like yours too." The voice was soft, almost a whisper. Penny snapped her head around. It was the boy she was looking at earlier, his arms folded on the back of the bench as he leaned over it.

"I...what?" Penny stammered.

"I think you have a cute little ass too." He said in that same soft tone. Penny felt a jolt of fear for a moment, then she took at closer look at his face. A sudden yawning pit opened in her stomach as she realized he wasn't a he at all.

"Trixie Tang?" She finally managed to blurt out, and with a smile Trixie placed a couple of fingers over Penny's lips.

"Shhh...I just do this when I want to buy comics or something. I don't want any of the other girls to think I'm weird, you know. Even though I am...weird." She winked. "And you are too, aren't you?"

"I don't know what..."

"Sure you do...or do you drool over everyone's butt the way you were just drooling over mine?"

Penny bit her lip tightly and turned back, staring at the ground. She heard Trixie shifting around to sit beside her on the bench. "Hey, don't worry about it...I don't mind. Like I said, I think you're cute too." Hesitantly, Penny looked over at her. Trixie was smiling, but something in her almond-shaped eyes told Penny that she was being completely serious.

"You do?"

"Yeah, I do." Trixie looked around, then leaned over, cupping her hand over her mouth as she put it to Penny's ear. "Do you want to do something about it?" She whispered.

"Like wha...oh!" Penny gasped and suddenly gripped the edge of the bench tightly. She could feel the hot, wet tip of Trixie's tongue tracing it's way around her ear.

"Relax, Penny." Trixie whispered teasingly. "You don't want to get everyone's attention, do you? Now, stay very still..." Penny tried to relax and tense up in expectation at the same time. She felt her earlobe get sucked between Trixie's lip and nibbled very gently. Hot, brilliant flashes of electricity raced up and down her body and she closed her eyes, sure that her cheeks were deeply flushed. It was all she could do to keep from moaning.

"You...should stop..." She managed to gasp out. A moment later she felt a profound mix of relief and regret as Trixie leaned back into her seat.

"You're right....it's fun to make you all squirmy, but you can't do anything back." Trixie said with a mock pout in her voice. "Do you want to have some real fun?" She asked in a low voice, looking at Penny with hooded eyes. Looking into those eyes sent uncontrollable shivers through Penny's entire body, and a hot flush made her breath catch in her throat.

"Y-ye..." Penny felt a surge of irritation at her own shyness and hesitance, and she took a deep breath before looking right back into Trixie's eyes. "I'd love to...play...with you." She said softly, feeling a small smile on her lips that was mirrored by Trixie a moment later. The incognito girl stood up, her bag in hand.

"Then follow me." Trixie led Penny up to the top level of the mall and to a wing that was currently being renovated. As she slipped though the barricades, Trixie actually seemed kind of nervous, and it took Penny a moment to realize that she was afraid of getting caught. Penny smiled a little at that and shifted up until she was in the lead. Sneaking around was second nature to her. Trixie looked a little surprised, but smiled gratefully.

There was no work being done on the weekends, and with the sounds of the inhabited mall fading behind them, Trixie and Penny began to feel completely alone in the wide, dim corridor. "Here." Trixie said, taking Penny by the wrist and pulling her into a dark little hallway that would lead to a mall office or a restroom when completed. Trixie released her wrist, and Penny had just enough time to get her balance before she found herself pushed up hard against the wall.

Trixie gave her head a quick twist, sending the cap to the ground and her long, black hair cascading down her shoulders in an alluringly disheveled manner. Her hands slid off of Penny's shoulders and her fingers hooked into the belt loops of Penny's green jeans, pulling the other girl's pelvis tightly against hers. Penny felt herself shaking again, looking into Trixie's eyes with a smoldering desire that she saw looking back at her.

"I've wanted to do this from the first time I saw you." Trixie murmured, her hands moving from her hips to the seat of Penny's pants. "Mmm...it's so nice, but you always wear such loose jeans...it's hard to see..." She smiled. "And hard to feel. But..." Her hands went up and then down the back of Penny's jeans, squeezing her ass tightly through her panties. Penny gasped and arched her back, forcing her flesh back against Trixie's hands. "Much better..." Trixie whispered, drawing her face in.

Penny licked her lips and tilted her face up to meet her, pressing her mouth tightly against Trixie's and slipping her tongue into her mouth. Her arms curled up beneath Trixie's, pulling her against Penny by the shoulders. She felt Trixie's hot breath in her mouth and then her tongue was wrestling against Penny's. The blood pounded in Penny's ears as the two girls sucked on each other's tongues, nibbling and licking at one another's lips. She moaned into Trixie's mouth as she felt the other girl's nails scrape against the soft flesh of her ass.

Trixie slid her hands out of Penny's pants and took a couple steps back, turning around. She bent forward slightly, sliding her hands up and down her ass. "Do you want this?" She said in a soft half-moan. Penny could only nod. Trixie backed up, grinding her denim-clad ass hard into the other girl's crotch. Penny grabbed her around the waist and flipped her hair to the side, pressing her mouth to Trixie's neck. Trixie let out a little gasping shriek as Penny pressed her teeth into the soft flesh, sucking hard. Trixie moved up and down, dancing her soft body against Penny's, lifting her arms above her head as she ground her ass back against Penny's hips.

Penny slipped her mouth down and hit the collar of Trixie's shirt. Without a second thought she reached down and started to pull the shirt up, but Trixie's hands closed over hers. "No!" She gasped. "What if someone comes?"

Penny grabbed Trixie's earlobe between her lips and sucked gently. "You worry too much." She whispered. "This makes it more fun." Trixie's hands relaxed, and Penny pulled the shirt over Trixie's head and down over her arms. She continued kissing down to the hollow in Trixie's shoulder as her hands slid up the silky skin of her stomach until she was cupping the taller girls small breasts through her bra.

Trixie moaned loudly. "Ohhh...tell me I'm pretty..."

"You're gorgeous." Penny whispered.

"No!" Trixie said breathlessly, taking Penny's hands and moving them down until they were sitting on Trixie's jeans, palms flat just to either side of the mound of Trixie's pussy. "Tell me I'm pretty." Her voice was forceful as she let Penny's hands go, reaching back and grabbing Penny's hips.

"You're pretty." Penny whispered, letting the point of her tongue trace against the skin of Trixie's neck. Her left hand slid over and rested against her pussy as her right slid back up to her breast. Trixie squeaked again, grinding her ass back against Penny, who humped her hips forward to meet her.

"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen." Penny continued, and Trixie tilted her head back and groaned. Penny's thumb stroked gently against Trixie's stiffening nipple and she slid her other hand into her jeans and panties, smiling as she felt how wet the other girl was. Her finger began sliding gently up and down over her lips and in response Trixie gently bucked her hips up towards Penny's hand and back again, sending sparks through Penny's pussy each time she felt the pressure of that wonderful ass against it.

"You're the prettiest girl in the world..." Penny breathed, and her fingers spread Trixie's labia, the tip of her middle finger finding her clit and moving in a very slow, gentle circle over it. She felt Trixie's body tensing and she opened her mouth in a wide, wet kiss on Trixie's neck, sucking like a vampire. Her hand squeezed around Trixie's breast as Trixie sucked in a huge breath and bucked her hips in quick, shallow movements, her entire body shuddering deeply as a massive, silent orgasm swept through her body. Penny held her up as Trixie slumped back against her.

After a few deep breaths Trixie steadied herself. She looked back at Penny and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Her face was glowing and her eyes danced. "I knew I was right about you." She murmured, turning to face her. Her hands rested gently on Penny's shoulders and she leaned her forehead against the other girls, looking into her eyes. Penny smiled back at her, then blinked as she felt Trixie's hands slide down her arms to her waist and start to pull her shirt up.

"What...?"

Trixie giggled. "I hope you don't think I wouldn't return the favor." She chided, pulling the shirt over Penny's head. "Mmmm..." Trixie nuzzled at her neck and laid a trail of soft kisses down to her breasts. "You smell nice." She whispered, looking up at Penny with sparkling eyes. Penny felt her cheeks grow hot as her breath caught in her throat. She moved back to Penny's neck, licking and kissing the silky-smooth skin. Penny tilted her head to the side, making small mewing sounds.

"I could do you like you did me." Trixie whispered. "But I think it would be totally hot if you let me watch."

"Watch?" Penny asked breathlessly.

"You know..." Trixie said teasingly, slipping her hand down Penny's stomach and playing with the waistband of her panties. "Watch...don't worry...I'll help."

Penny's cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink and she looked to the side self-consciously. Trixie smiled and used a finger to tilt Penny's chin back towards her. "Come on...don't get shy on me now..." She licked at Penny's lips. "I really, really want to see you."

Penny shivered and smiled a little, giving a nod. "Okay..." She said, her voice steady despite herself. Trixie's smile broadened and she slipped down to her knees, her hands at Penny's pants. With hands that fumbled a bit, she unfastened them and pulled the green denim down to her knees. The smell of Penny's pussy filled the air, and there was a large wet spot on the front of her green panties.

Trixie took a deep sniff of the air and her back arched. "Maybe..." She whispered, moving her face towards that spot, causing Penny to hold her breath. But a few inches away, she stopped. "No." She said softly, and Penny could feel the impact of her breath against her panties, the soft pressure making her squirm. She smiled up at Penny and winked. "We should save something for later, don't you think?" Though she didn't say anything, at the moment Penny couldn't agree less.

Instead, Trixie slid her hands up the back of Penny's thighs and under her panties, squeezing the flesh of her ass. "Come on...let me see how you do it." She urged, her eyes hungry. "You're really good, and I could use some lessons." She teased, moving her head in again, this time to lick at the hem of her panties where they met her leg.

Penny moaned. "Well..." She whispered, sliding her hand down into her panties, feeling her own wetness. "You should start really slow..." She traced her fingertips around her mound, bringing her left hand up to stroke her breast. After a moment she pushed her bra cup up, revealing her small breast. Trixie's eyes widened a bit and she smiled. Penny felt a fresh rush of pleasure at her show's reception, and began lightly rolling her nipple between her fingers.

"And then..." She kept whispering, her words getting shaky, "You speed things up just a little, like this..." Her fingers began stroking up and down her lips, sending sparkles though her body and in front of her eyes. The whole time she kept watching Trixie, whose eyes were fixed on the front of her panties, though they would flicker up now and again to watch her hand on her breast, and her face. Trixie's lips were slightly parted, and her hands kept running up and down her thighs.

Penny felt her eyes fluttering and her knees bent a little. "Now...I move my finger in between and find my clit...ah!" She gasped, pinching down lightly on her nipple at the exact moment her finger found her clit, sending a double shock racing up and down her back. She licked her lips and her hips began moving in and out with the movement of her fingers.

Trixie's hands came up and began stroking up and down Penny's inner thighs, her nails lightly scraping against the tender skin. Penny tossed her head from side to side, her pigtails bouncing with the movement as her hips gyrated frantically right in front of Trixie's face. A white haze rose in front of Penny's eyes and her voice began coming in soft, quick squeaks.

"That's it Penny...come for me..." Trixie urged, her fingers dancing up and down. Penny heard her words, though they seemed muffled behind the sound of the blood rising in her. Her finger ran in a tight, soft circle around her clit and her hips moved in tandem. As Penny felt her body stiffen she bit her lip to keep herself from crying out. She pressed her hand down against her pussy as she came, thrusting her hips out as the world slid away and she felt like she was falling right through it.

As she came back to herself, Penny was a little surprised to find a tongue in her mouth that she was kissing back against. She was slumped like a rag doll in Trixie's arms as the taller girl held her up against the wall. "Mmmm, Trixie..." Penny moaned softly against her mouth.

"That was the best I've ever seen." Trixie murmured, moving her mouth away, sucking on Penny's lower lip on the way out. She smiled at Penny's dazed expression. "Happy, Darling?" She said playfully, and Penny smiled back and nodded. "Good." Penny found her own feet and Trixie let her go, taking both her hands. "Hmm..." She sucked on Penny's left middle finger. "That's me..." She did the same to the right. "Mmmmm! That's you. I love it." She winked, and Penny blushed. Trixie smiled softly and stroked the other girl's cheek.

"I have to go." She whispered. "But I'm having a pool party tomorrow. Can you come?"

Penny blinked. "You want me to come to your party?"

Trixie giggled. "I don't just want you to be my dirty little secret. I'd love for you to come." Her face got slightly more serious. "I know things haven't been easy for you this week. But don't worry." She leaned in and pecked the other girl on the lips. "You're with me now." She winked. She reached into her pocket and pressed a slip of paper into Penny's hand. "That's my cell...call me later and I'll tell you where I live."

"Okay..." Penny smiled a little. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me." Trixie stuck her tongue out. She moved her lips to Penny's ear. "The party starts at three, but you should come a couple hours early. I really want to get to know you a lot better." Penny smiled and nodded.

"I'll be there." She promised.

"Great." Trixie whispered, stepping back and retrieving her shirt, bag and cap. She pulled the shirt on and tucked her hair in the cap with a few practiced movements. "Talk to you later, Penny." She stepped out of the hallway and the sound of her footsteps were soon lost.

Penny pulled her own shirt on and waited a minute or two before following her. There was a bounce to her step that had been sorely missing for the last week. Maybe life in Dimmsdale wouldn't be so bad after all...

[Evil Fairy]

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The New Girls

By The Evil Fairy

Chapter 2: Living for the Weekend

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The following afternoon, Trixie was lounging on one of the cushions in her bay window, looking eagerly down at the street. Penny had called to say she was on her way, and she should be arriving any moment now. Any excitement Trixie had held for the party later this afternoon now absolutely paled in comparison to seeing the blonde girl again.

And it wasn’t just because of what they had done yesterday. Although…Trixie smirked as she looked back over her shoulder at her reflection in the mirror hanging from the opposite wall. It was pretty obvious what she had on her mind when she got dressed. Her top was a peasant-style shirt of a diaphanous green material that left her midriff bare and draped loosely over her, exposing her shoulders and the black straps of the bikini she was wearing underneath. She had found the smallest pair of shorts she had, a pair that in all honesty she outgrew awhile ago. They left her long legs completely bare, hugging her hips and barely encasing her in a scrap of tight blue fabric. Trixie giggled softly at her reflection and gave her ass a little slap. That, if she said so herself, looked incredible.

But no, it wasn’t just that. Trixie turned back to her window. She had long ago made the decision that losing her social status wasn’t worth the freedom to be who she really was…she wanted to wear jeans at least as often as skirts, she liked comic books and action movies, and, most damning of all of course, she liked girls. No…maybe it was shallow, but she liked being the most popular girl at school too much to let it go.

Still, she got lonely a lot. With Penny, she thought she finally had a chance to have someone she didn't have to lie to all the time...someone she didn't always have to sneak around. A real friend...and more. Trixie licked her lips and giggled again. Much more, she hoped. She didn't know how Penny felt about it...but she certainly hadn't noticed Penny looking at any guys over the last week, either. Just her.

Just then, Penny appeared at Trixie's front gate. With a grin, Trixie jumped up and rushed out of her room and downstairs, opening the front door just as Penny was starting up the stairs to the porch. The blonde girl looked up in surprise and for a moment, they just stared at each other. It was Penny who spoke first. "Hi Trixie...you look..." She chuckled. "Wow."

"Yeah." Trixie said, "You too." Penny had taken her advice about tighter pants seriously, with a pair of green jeans several sizes too small, hugging her like a second skin. She had on a dark red tank top that hung from her shoulders loosely, hanging just short of the waist of her jeans. She was wearing her backpack, and it had pulled back against the top, causing the sheer fabric to cleave tightly to her breasts and reveal her lack of a bra. Trixie felt her mouth water as her eyes ran along the gentle curve of Penny's neck.

With a shy smile, Penny cleared her throat. "So...are you going to invite me inside?" She asked. Trixie blushed.

"Oh right...come on in." Trixie stepped to the side followed Penny in, taking the lead at the stairs up to her room. "So...what do you think?" Trixie said, standing next to her desk in what she hoped was a casual pose. She suddenly felt terribly nervous.

"I like it." Penny said, stepping fully into the room and letting the door close behind her. The sound of the latch catching seemed terribly loud in the quiet that followed. "It's so...pink!" She smiled as she walked towards Trixie. "I think it's cute." Very quickly, she bounced up on her toes and gave the taller girl a quick peck on the lips. As she sank back down to her feet, the two girls looked at one another nervously. At about the same time, the corners of their lips began twitching. A moment later, they broke into gales of laughter.

Hugging her chest, Trixie fell backwards across her bed, tears trickling down her cheeks. Penny sat down next to her, still laughing as she looked down at the other girl. "I've been so nervous!" Penny said, tossing her head so that one of her pigtails flipped back over her shoulder.

"Me too..." Trixie gasped, levering herself up on her elbows. "I didn't realize it until you got here though. I wonder why that is?"

Penny leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. There was a thoughtful smile on her face, and Trixie could see her small breast through the arm hole of her tank top. Her suit must be in her pack, the Asian girl thought idly. She jerked a little as Penny's voice snapped her out of her ogling.

"Maybe it's because we planned this." She mused, turning her head to smile down at Trixie. "Instead of just...running into each other, you know?"

Trixie giggled, stretching her arms up over her head and sending her shirt up until it rested just under her chest. She felt a hot little flush as she felt Penny's eyes sliding over her body. "I never get tired of that." She said playfully, and Penny blushed a little. Her eyes, however, didn't stray. "But I think you're right," she conitnued slowly as she tried to put words to her thoughts, "yesterday was something that just sort of happened. Today is more like...like..."

"Like a date?" Penny asked in a voice a little above a whisper, her cheeks bright red. Trixie felt the blood rush to her own face, and she nodded. Penny giggled nervously and laid back, rolling onto her side to face Trixie. "I guess we really are...weird." She breathed, leaning her face in. Trixie bit her lip as her breath left her, and she tilted her face up to meet Penny's.

It was just as they had gotten close enough for the dark-haired girl to feel the heat from Penny's face that the doorbell rang. Trixie's eyes flew open, and both girls sat up. "Who could that be?" Trixie grumbled, walking over to her window, where she could get a look at the front door. Her heart sank as she saw who was standing there, and she felt a tight knot of frustration appear in her stomach. "Oh no..." She groaned.

"What is it?" Penny asked, joining her at the window.

"It's Veronica." Trixie clenched her fist around the curtain as she glared down at her oblivious friend below. "What is she doing here?" She grumbled, and then jumped an instant later as she felt Penny's arms slide around her waist. "What...?" Trixie started to say as she turned, only to have her words cut off by the blonde girl's lips as they pressed to her mouth in a wild, passionate kiss. Trixie opened her mouth wide, sucking Penny's tongue into her mouth.

Penny pushed her back towards the bed, and Trixie didn't resist as she fell back onto the mattress. She the arms tighten around her and she threw her leg over Penny's thigh, pressing their hips together. It might have been her imagination, but she could feel Penny's heat even through the tight denim. The other girl broke off the kiss, and Trixie gasped for air, licking her lips. "I'm sooo sorry." She whispered, looking earnestly up at her companion. "I don't know what she's doing here."

"Don't worry." Penny said with a gentle smile. Her eyes, on the other hand, were on fire. "We'll just have to make up for it later." She moved as if she was going to get up, but Trixie grabbed her ass and held her, grinding her hips up against her. Penny bit her lip and whimpered from the pressure.

"Tonight." Trixie whispered. "Spend the night...you can catch the bus to school with me tomorrow." Penny blinked in surprise, then smiled and nodded.

"Tonight." She said. Trixie lifted her head and kissed her again, briefly.

"Tonight." Trixie repeated.

"Trixie!" Her father's nasal voice sounded from downstairs. "Veronica's here." Trixie rolled her eyes and sighed. Penny chuckled as she got up, smoothing down the fabric of her top.

"Should we go down?" She asked, and Trixie shook her head as she sat up and fixed her long black hair.

"Veronica will be up in a second."

Penny tilted her head. "Isn't it kind of rude not to come down to meet her?"

"She knows how it works...I'm number one, and she's number two. That's the balance of power."

The look Penny gave her caused an unexpected twinge of guilt in the heart of the most popular girl in school. "What number am I?" She asked softly.

Trixie opened her mouth, and closed it again. Fortunately, before the silence could get too long or uncomfortable, Veronica burst in. "Hi Trixie! I brought some swimsuits we can try on and..." She stopped as she saw Penny standing by the window. "Um..."

"Oh..." Trixie quickly put on her 'popular girl' smile and bounced up to her feet. "You know Penny...I invited her over."

"The new girl?" Veronica asked, looking confused. When Trixie's expression didn't change, the peppy girl shrugged and smiled. "Okay. Hi Penny!" Penny gave the blonde a lopsided smile and nodded. Trixie’s heart sank and she sat back on her mattress. Veronica perched on the chair at Trixie’s desk and began talking, a process that could go on for hours with only a minor amount of input from anyone else. Unfortunately, her presence prevented any conversation between the other two.

Not that Trixie knew what to say. With anyone else, she’d tell them that the social structure was what it was, and that there was no point in trying to change it, even she wanted to. She even had a copy of the infamous ‘chart’ in her desk as a visual aid. But somehow she didn’t think Penny would buy it. At the moment, Trixie didn’t really buy it herself. The fact of the matter was that by inviting Penny, the New Girl, to the party in such a fashion, Trixie herself was in violation of the rules.

But that didn’t really matter. Trixie was afraid that she might have just blown it with the blonde girl completely. Penny seemed to be totally naïve about the way things worked among her peers, and way too nice to survive in Middle School. The popular girl didn’t know if she’d understand why Trixie had to act the way she did sometimes, or if she’d be willing to forgive her.

For the first time since Veronica had come in, Trixie dared to look over at Penny. The new girl had taken a seat on one of the cushions littering Trixie’s bay window, and was looking back at Trixie with a thoughtful expression. When she saw the expression on the Asian girl’s face, she smiled a little and glanced over at Veronica. She was still chattering on about the swimsuits she had brought over, and was digging through the bag she was carrying, pulling out one suit or the other to illustrate her points.

Penny quickly pulled a pencil stub and a little scrap of paper from the front pocket of her backpack, which was sitting by her feet. She wrote something on the scrap, folded it a couple of times and flicked it at Trixie, who nervously picked it up. ~I think you’re nicer than you think you are.~ Trixie breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the tight knot in her stomach loosen a bit. With a glance over at Veronica, Trixie lay back and reached under her bed to find a pen that she knew was down there.

~Do you still want to spend the night?~ She flicked the paper back over to Penny. The blonde girl read it with a faintly amused expression before standing up and slipping the paper in her pocket. She headed for the door, causing Veronica to pause in her on-going discourse on one-piece suits versus bikinis.

“Something wrong?” She asked.

“Don’t mind me.” Penny said quietly. “I just need to use the bathroom.”

“It’s two doors down to the left.” Trixie supplied, a little confused. Penny nodded and left.

“Why is she here again?” Veronica asked after the door closed behind Penny.

“I just felt like inviting her, okay?” Trixie replied, trying not to snap.

“Yeah but…she’s the New Girl! She’s not even on the chart yet!” Veronica protested. Trixie just shrugged.

“I have a good feeling about her…you just have to trust me on this.”

Veronica nodded. “Okay…” Her voice quickly picked up pitch and tempo as she started on the swimsuits again. “So which one do you like better, the blue one-piece or the white bikini? The blue one makes my boobs look bigger, but the white one almost makes me look naked, which you KNOW will get the boys attention. I have this red one too…it doesn’t really go with my eyes, but it might look good one you…” Trixie just nodded occasionally. She thought about mentioning that she’d already picked her suit out, and was wearing it under her clothes, but she decided it probably wouldn’t make much of a difference.

Penny came back a minute later. Veronica barely reacted, but Trixie noted that the smaller girl’s cheeks were a little flushed, and tilted her head curiously. Penny just smiled innocently. As she passed by the bed on her way back to the window, her hand flicked out, throwing something into Trixie’s lap. It was a small, wadded piece of light purple fabric, and as Trixie unfolded it, she gasped loudly. It was a pair of panties.

“Trixie?” Veronica asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” Trixie said, quickly tucking the panties between her legs to get them out of sight. “Just got poked by something.” The cloth was still very warm against her bare skin, and she felt her cheeks growing hot in response. Unable to help herself, she lifted her hand to her face and inhaled, closing her eyes and shuddering. The aroma on her fingers was faint, but unmistakable. She opened her eyes and looked over at Penny. The blonde girl had found her seat again, and was blushing deeply. She glanced over at Trixie and gave her a brief, impish smile before turning back to Veronica.

Trixie curled her toes tightly. That knot of frustration was back again, but this time it had nothing to do with worry, and everything to do with anticipation.

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Several hours later Trixie’s pool party was in full swing, and Lor MacQuarrie was wondering why she had bothered to come. She was lounging on a deck chair by the pool, wearing a pair of sunglasses and a white button-down shirt opened over her sky blue, one-piece bathing suit. She didn’t really wonder why she’d been invited, despite the fact that she had only been in Dimmsdale two weeks longer than Penny.

Lor was an oddity, a condition that could be used to gain a certain amount of popularity. She had never been the student of cool that Carver was, but she knew the score. During her first week at Dimmsdale Middle School she'd pounded some stupid gray kid, the local bully. That seemed to have gotten her on everyone's good side right off the bat. On top of that was her jockness. Lor had joined a few sports teams...track, softball and the boys football team, specifically. And, in her short time on those teams she had done so well that she was something of a minor celebrity now. Apparently all that had been enough to get her invited to a party thrown by the most popular girl in school.

Although maybe that wasn't as exclusive as Lor thought...she glanced over at the other side of the pool, where the school's elite were all gathered. Like everyone else at the party, she was surprised to see Penny Gadget, the newest girl in school, in that group. Especially since, as far as Lor knew, she hadn't really done anything or made any friends in her one week there. Except, apparently, for Trixie Tang.

Penny was sitting at the edge of the pool in a dark pink one-piece, letting her legs dangle in the water. Behind her Trixie and Veronica were in deck chairs like Lor, with Tad and Chad hovering attentively around them. Every so often she would turn her head to say something, usually in response to something Trixie said, but for the most part she seemed content to sit there quietly. The other three seemed a little bewildered about the blonde girl's presence, but none of them would dare gainsay Trixie.

Lor figured that Trixie was just keeping Penny around for kicks. She hoped that the new girl wasn't getting her hopes up or anything...she looked pretty naive, and Lor knew too much about popular girls to think that Trixie would really be that nice. Oh well, it wasn't really her business. She was just bored. Which got her thinking again about why she had bothered to come to this party.

She might have made a name for herself, but Lor hadn't made any friends either. She didn't see the point...she'd only be here for a year, while her Dad finished off the job he was doing out here, and then she'd be back home with her real friends who she missed like crazy. She guessed that she'd only come out of boredom...staying home all weekend, every weekend was making her stir crazy and she needed a change of pace. So she'd come to this party where she didn't know anyone and ended up way more bored than an afternoon of brother-wrangling would have made her. Great.

Unable to sit still any longer, Lor stood and looked around. She could go swimming again…but a bunch of the other kids were in the pool now, and lonely as she was she didn’t really feel like playing the stupid flirty game of tag that the boys and girls were currently involved in. Her eyes fell on the small pool house that stood nearby, and she gave a tiny little shrug. It was better than hanging around out here.

The pool house wasn’t much, just two rooms. There was an all-purpose room with a couch, a small table, a TV and a mini fridge, and a small bedroom with a closet-sized bathroom attached. The athletic girl flopped onto the couch and flipped around the television for a few minutes, but there wasn’t much on. So she headed into the bedroom and collapsed on the small bed there, instead. She wasn’t really tired, but her boredom soon caught up with her, and it wasn’t long until she was napping soundly.

Lor jerked awake to the snap of the pool house door closing. “Come on, there’s a bed in here.” Said the voice from the other room. It was Trixie Tang. Lor rolled off the bed and quickly and quietly closed herself in the tiny bathroom. By the time she started wondering why she was hiding, it was too late and the bedroom door was opening.

“Are you sure about this?” The girl’s voice wasn’t familiar, and Lor crouched by the bathroom door, opening it a tiny, tiny crack so she could see out. She could see the bed, but that was it. A clock hanging from the opposite wall told her that she had been asleep for over an hour.

“Of course…just about everyone’s gone already, and I locked the door when we came in. We’ll be all alone in here. It’ll be perfect.” There was a teasing note in Trixie’s voice that made Lor blush unaccountably. It suddenly occurred to her that this was her chance to claim she had just been using the bathroom and get out of here, but she didn’t. There was something going on, and she wanted to see what it was.

Penny suddenly entered Lor’s field of vision, still wearing her pink swimsuit. She rested on the bed, looking a little uncomfortable, her back against the pillows and her hands folded in her lap. She seemed a little nervous to her hidden observer. The Trixie appeared on the bed, placing her hands on either side of Penny’s waist and holding her face very, very close to Penny’s. “You’re the one who said you didn’t want to wait.” The popular girl said softly. Lor’s eyes widened.

The blonde girl smiled and reached up, placing her hands on Trixie’s back and pulling her down. Trixie didn’t resist and was soon laying on top of the other girl. “Well,” Penny said, her cheeks pink, “I just couldn’t stand watching those boys fawning all over you.”

“Chad and Tad?” Trixie giggled. “They’re good at what they do.”

“And what do they do?” Penny asked teasingly.

“They hang around and get me stuff.” They both laughed.

“You’re so mean!” There was a moment of quiet.

“I don’t mean to be.” Trixie said, a serious expression on her face. Penny smiled and traced the dark-haired girl’s lips with a fingertip.

“I know…and I was just teasing.” Trixie smiled and sucked Penny’s fingertip into her mouth. Penny closed her eyes and let out a long, slow breath. Lor felt herself tensing. You shouldn’t be watching this. A voice in her mind said guiltily. It’s private…and besides, you promised yourself… Her gaze was riveted in place, however.

After a moment Trixie released the finger and Penny started slowly stroking her hands up and down the other girl’s back. “So what should we do now?” She asked softly. In response Trixie leaned in for a kiss that Penny returned enthusiastically. From where she crouched, Lor could see their tongues sliding against one another, and a small trail of saliva trickling down Penny’s cheek. She bit her lip as she felt a sudden desire to lick it away.

Penny’s hands snaked up to the back of Trixie’s bikini, fumbling for a few seconds before she undid the ties. Feeling her top give, the Asian girl broke off the kiss, smiling seductively as she pushed herself up a few inches to let the bit of fabric fall away from her body onto Penny. Penny moaned audibly as she saw Trixie’s small, perfectly shaped breasts above her.

“You like?” Trixie teased, cupping her right breast in her hand and arching her back down towards the smaller girl. Penny nodded. “Show me…” Trixie placed her hands on the headboard, leaning forward so that Penny’s face was right in her cleavage. Without a moment’s hesitation, Penny turned her head and closed her lips around Trixie’s nipple, sucking with a sound that Lor could hear from where she was. Trixie closed her eyes tightly, groaning in pleasure.

Penny opened her mouth wider, sucking the soft flesh into her mouth and bathing both breasts with her tongue until they glistened in the dim light of the bedroom. “Use your teeth.” Trixie urged gently, and Penny complied, sinking her white teeth into the pale skin in a series of light, slow bites. Each time she bit, Trixie’s entire body twitched.

“You like that?” Penny asked in a teasing whisper after her last bite almost made Trixie cry out fully. The popular girl giggled, clearly drunk on the sensations that Penny was causing her.

“I like pleasure spiked with pain…” She sang softly, and Penny chuckled.

“I love that song.” She murmured, tracing around one of Trixie’s erect nipples with the point of her tongue. Lor sucked back a moan deep into her own throat. Her left hand was occupied with holding the door in place so that just the tiniest crack was opened. Her traitorous right hand, however, had at some point slid up her belly and was now gently squeezing her breast, her thumb sliding back and forth across the nipple.

What are you doing? The guilty thought broke through for a moment. You swore to yourself you weren’t like that. You were never even going to think about it again. You should stop right now and get away from the door until they leave!

With a languid sigh, Trixie sank back down onto the girl beneath her. They began kissing again, Trixie sliding her mouth to Penny’s ear to lick and bite at her earlobe. The blonde girl sucked in a huge breath at that and arched her body up tightly against Trixie’s. The two stayed almost motionless for a few moments, only the sound of their whispered breath reaching Lor. Then Trixie was sliding down Penny’s body, her fingers hooked in the shoulder straps of the pink bathing suit, pulling it down her body.

“I have to get this off you.” Trixie growled playfully, licking at the other girl’s skin as it was exposed. Penny blushed, a pink flush that spread all the way down to her rapidly visible chest. When Penny’s breasts came into view, Trixie made a low, hungry sound and quickly slid her lips against the silky skin. The blonde girl gasped and quickly slid her fingers into Trixie’s black hair, holding her head in place. After just a moment, Trixie pulled away, continuing her slow decent.

When the suit had been pulled down past Penny’s hips, Trixie paused again, blowing a cold little draft onto the other girl’s exposed pussy. Penny’s hands clenched into the sheet beneath her and Lor could see her entire body tense. “Yesss…” She hissed.

Trixie giggled. “Be patient…” She continued to slide the smaller girl’s swimsuit the rest of the way off, eliciting a tortured moan from Penny when she felt Trixie moving away. As Lor watched Trixie finish stripping the other girl, her hand began to drift down again, her fingertips tracing a circular path down her stomach. Trixie slowly began moving back up, laying a trail of kisses along Penny’s leg from the knee to her thigh. When she got to Penny’s hip, she nuzzled her face down, biting lightly as Penny’s hipbone.

The pigtailed girl bucked upwards, laughing and moaning breathlessly. “Trixie!” She managed to gasp. “Stop that…it tickles!” Her hands held the sides of Trixie’s head, but seemed unsure if they wanted to hold her there or push her away. After a moment, Trixie finally relented.

“I’m sorry…I should make it up to you.” She said teasingly, running her tongue along Penny’s thigh until she stopped just short of her pussy. Penny groaned softly, and Lor held her breath. The tomboy’s hand was between her legs, and her middle finger was ever so gently stroking around her mound through her swimsuit.

I shouldn’t. Her mind whispered, caught in the final moment of feeble resistance before giving in to the forbidden. I shouldn’t, and I’ll hate myself later…but I’m going to. And as she watched Trixie open her mouth, her tongue gently probing Penny's soft, peach fuzz dusted labia, she pulled her swimsuit aside and began stroking her clit with her fingertip.

Penny made a small mewling sound deep in her throat and placed her hands on Trixie's shoulders. "Wait..." She whispered, pushing the other girl back very slightly. Trixie stopped, looking up at Penny with a surprised, almost hurt expression. Penny smiled at her, her eyes almost closed. "I want to do you, too." Trixie smiled back and nodded slightly.

Her gaze flickered in Lor's direction, and for one heart stopping second the voyeur thought their eyes met and she'd been spotted, but then Trixie closed her eyes and rose up on her knees, slowly pushing her bikini bottom down. Like Penny, her pussy was nearly hairless, but as what little she had was dark it made a more striking contrast against her pale skin. Gracefully, she pulled one leg from the piece of black fabric and pivoted around, laying parallel to the girl below her and flicking the scrap of clothing off her other leg as she held herself suspended a few inches above Penny.

She looked down, meeting Penny's eyes across their naked bodies. Trixie lowered herself down slowly, and both girls let out a languid sigh as their soft skin pressed together. That sigh was mirrored by Lor as she slowed the movement of her fingers. She could feel herself drawing close already, and she didn't want to miss any of this. Penny tilted her head up, pressing her lips to the other girl's pussy and moving her head up and down in time with the movements of her tongue. Her hand slipped up and began kneading Trixie's soft, white ass.

Trixie groaned against Penny's pussy, her own hands stroking up and down Penny's thighs as she opened her mouth wide, lapping up all she could of Penny's juices. As Lor watched, she bit her lip tightly. The tip of her index finger was moving in a tight circle around her clit, and as she saw the two girls hips begin gyrating in time to the strokes of their tongues, her own pussy began grinding up to meet her hand. Without even thinking about it, she brought her hand up to her face for a moment, licking her own salty-sweet wetness from her fingers, wishing it was the taste of either of the other two girls.

The still air of the pool house was filled with the smell of sex and the soft, muffled sound of ecstasy coming from the two girls locked tightly in a 69. Penny was squeezing Trixie's ass so tightly that her fingers were leaving clear pink impressions on the tender flesh, and her hips were bucking upward so frantically that the girl on top had to curl her arms around Penny's thighs to keep her head in place. Trixie was moving slower, grinding her pussy downward with slow, forceful movements and then pressing her ass up into Penny's eager hands.

Trixie came first, her body going rigid as she pushed her ass back against Penny's hungry mouth. Every muscle in her body twitched rhythmically as the orgasm swept through her, Penny's tongue continuing to work her pussy and draw the climax out.

The popular girl's high-pitched moans against her clit set Penny off as well, and she and Lor came at exactly the same time. Lor could barely hear the small girl's cry of pleasure through the blood rushing in her ears. With her jaws clenched shut, it took everything Lor had to stop herself from making a sound or moving at all as a violent orgasm made her vision short out into a flash of white, her frozen body making the sensations even more intense.

As she came down, she could see that Trixie had turned so that the two were facing each other again, and in the rush of their combined climax, they were kissing frantically, licking the fluid from each other's lips and faces while they rubbed their twitching pussies together. Wordlessly, they both finally relaxed at the same time, collapsing into each other's arms, closing their eyes and cuddling together in the afterglow.

Just as an exhausted Lor began to worry that they were going to fall asleep, Trixie spoke. "We should probably go."

Penny sighed, sliding out from under her lover. "Yeah...that was...unbelievable." Trixie giggled as she turned over and sat up.

"Wait till you see what we'll do later." She promised, and once again Lor fought a moment of panic as she saw Trixie's eyes twitch towards the bathroom door again. Don't let her need the bathroom. She begged silently. Please, please, please... In the tiny, tiny space there was absolutely nowhere to hide.

To the athletic girl's immense relief, both girls simply stood and got dressed once again. After one last, deep kiss they left the bedroom hand in hand. A moment later, Lor heard the door to the pool house close. She waited a few minutes before daring to leave the bathroom, and took another couple to listen by the bedroom doorway to make sure one of the girls hadn't remained behind.

She peered through the window. There were just a few stragglers in the pool area, either playing in the water or laying at poolside. Of Trixie or Penny, there was no sign. Still, Lor waited and watched for quite awhile before daring to sneak out of the small building. Her head was spinning with everything she had just seen, and her pussy was still tingling. At the moment, however, she just wanted to get while the getting was good. She grabbed her clothes where she had left them by her deck chair and quickly pulled on her shirt, shorts and sandals.

Trying not to draw attention to herself, Lor quickly left the pool area and went into the large house, quietly making her way to the front door. Her hand was inches from the doorknob when Trixie's voice behind her almost made her jump straight into the air. "Hi Lor! I was hoping I could talk with you before you left."

Feeling doom closing it's hand around her, Lor dropped her hand and slowly turned. Trixie was wearing her shirt and hot pants over her bathing suit once again, and there was a friendly smile on her face. "Thanks for coming." She said.

"Um...no problem. It was fun. You got a nice place here." Lor said lamely, trying to return the smile.

"I'm glad you think so! I'm having a little sleepover tonight, and I was wondering if you could come. You could get your school stuff and ride the bus tomorrow." Lor hoped her cheeks weren't as red as they suddenly felt.

"A sleepover? Uh...who...who's coming?"

"Well, a lot of the girls aren't allowed to spend the night on a school night, so so far it's just me and Penny. But another girl would make it a real party, you know?" Lor's mind struggled as she carefully watched Trixie's face for any telltale signs. This was some kind of trap, she knew. It had to be...it was way too big a coincidence. Trixie or Penny had seen her somehow.

But Trixie had given her a perfect excuse...her parents would never let her stay at another house on a school night. They would, of course, if she could just catch the bus, but Trixie didn't know that...it was an easy way out, and there were a million reasons she should take it. So Lor was extremely surprised when she opened her mouth to bow out and what came out instead was, "Sure, I can come."

Trixie clapped her hands together. "Great! We eat at seven thirty, but if you want to come over a little later, that'll be fine. This is going to be so much fun!"

Lor nodded, feeling dazed. "Yeah...see you then..." She backed up to the door and let herself out quickly, not quite running down the sidewalk away from the house. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

[Evil Fairy]

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The New Girls

By The Evil Fairy

Chapter 3: Party Games

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When Lor got home, she had some vain hope that her parents might actually forbid her from spending the night at Trixie's house. To her dismay they were just so damned happy that she was getting out of the house and making friends that they gave their permission with no hesitation. So after the zoo that was the MacQuarries at dinnertime Lor headed upstairs. After searching her bedroom for brothers and finding and removing three of them she closed her door and slumped back against it, sliding down until she was sitting on the floor.

Resting her chin on her knees and tightly hugging her legs, Lor tried to make sense of everything that had happened today. She suddenly felt terribly homesick and wanted nothing more than to be with Tino, Carver and Tish again. Not that she had ever told them about this problem of hers, but if she were *there*, she certainly wouldn't be having any of these problems *here*.

Regardless of a certain amount of laziness where her schoolwork was concerned, Lor was actually quite intelligent and very perceptive. She knew that back home just about everyone, probably her friends included, expected her to turn out...that way. She had a strong suspicion that her parents did too. Nothing concrete, but they told her that they'd love her no matter what she did an awful lot.

What nobody realized was how scared the tomboy was of their predictions coming true. She didn't WANT to be that way. She didn't want to...you know, like girls like that. Lor wasn't quite sure why she was so resistant to it, had never even really thought about it. Maybe it was a fear of being even more out of synch with what 'normal' girls were supposed to be like. Maybe she it was that she realized how hard it could be to be that way. Maybe she was just afraid of the changes it would make in her life. No matter what the reason was, she was terrified of the whole idea.

And now after keeping those feelings hidden and repressed for so long, after violently fighting down every impulse that she regarded as 'wrong,' today it had all come boiling over. That wasn't the worst part...Lor had had moments of weakness before. Maybe none quite so...intense...as the one today, but it had happened. No, now she was afraid of what would happen tonight and she knew that there was now no graceful way out of it.

She longed to just crawl under her bed and hide until it all went away. But somehow she managed to stand up and start getting her stuff together. And when it came time to pack up what she was going to wear to bed, she paused. Her first instinct was to pack the pajamas she usually wore, but as she pulled them out of the drawer a nightshirt caught her eye. It was a simple dark blue shirt that reached down to about her mid thigh. After a moment’s hesitation she pulled it out and put her pajamas back. “More comfortable,” she muttered to herself, resolutely giving the matter no further thought.

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Lor arrived at Trixie's house at about eight thirty and found Penny already there when she arrived. After living alone for a week Penny had looked forward to a meal she didn't prepare herself. Both girls were sitting in the living room, talking about nothing consequential when the doorbell rang. Trixie looked up at the sound then smiled over at Penny, an expression the blonde girl returned.

They both stood and headed to the front door to meet Trixie’s second guest. “Hi Lor! So glad you could make it!” Trixie said brightly as she opened the door. Lor was wearing casual clothes, her backpack thrown over one shoulder. She smiled, a smile Penny couldn’t help but notice looked a little nervous.

“Thanks for inviting me.” She said as Trixie stood to the side to let her in. Now that the party was complete, the group headed up to their hosts’ bedroom.

“So girls, what do you want to do?” Trixie asked as the door closed behind her with a loud click. As Lor looked around the bedroom, her cheeks turned a little pink. Penny glanced over at Trixie, who had noticed this as well. The two shared another little smile, and Penny nodded.

“Want to play some video games?” Penny asked, nodding over at Trixie’s television. Lor looked a little surprised.

“Um..sure.” The two blonde girls sat down, and Trixie went into her closet to get her system and games. As she came back, she noticed Lor looking at her with a faintly puzzled expression and returned it with a somewhat shy smile.

“I don’t really want a lot of people to know I’m into this kind of stuff.” She explained, kneeling in front of the television to hook everything up. It’s not really part of my ‘image’ you know?”

“There’s a lot more to Trixie then she lets on.” Penny supplied. “I was really surprised when I found out too. But she’s really cool when you get to know her. And really nice.” She looked fondly at Trixie, noticing the other girl was blushing very slightly as she worked.

“Of course,” Penny continued, now turning her eyes to Lor slyly. “I’m sure we all have secrets, right?” As she expected, the tomboy blushed as well, quickly turning in her seat to avoid the gaze of the other two.

“Yeah, I guess so.” She murmured.

“Done!” Trixie chirped, turning back to the girls. After a moment’s discussion, they popped in a fighting game and started playing. Penny was surprised…both Trixie and Lor seemed to have an equal level of skill, which was actually really good. But it was quickly apparent neither of them were a match for Penny Gadget.

“You’re incredible!” Lor said after one particularly fierce match, half in admiration and half in frustration. “How did you get so good?”

Penny shrugged a little, blushing from her seat on Trixie’s bed. “I guess I’ve had a lot of practice. I really like games and computers and stuff.”

“What kind of computer do you have?” Trixie asked, glancing over at her own computer at her desk.

“Well, actually I kind of built one of my own. Interpol always wants Uncle Gadget to have the best equipment, so I just tell him what to order, they send it and I put it together.” Silence began to stretch out after she finished, and she blushed deeper after a moment. “It’s really not that hard…” She began, but Trixie quickly shook her head.

“No, it’s not that!” She exclaimed. “Interpol? So you mean your Uncle is Inspector Gadget? Like The Inspector Gadget?”

“Well…yeah.”

“And you build his computers?” Lor asked. “Isn’t he a genius or something?”

“I don’t know if I’d go THAT far.” Penny said with an amused expression. “Anyway, I use it more than he does, so it makes more sense for me to build it.”

“So you live with him?” Trixie asked, choosing to be tactful and not ask about the other girl’s parents. “Does that mean he’s in Dimmesdale right now?”

“Um…actually…” Penny hesitated for a moment, then abruptly decided that she would be absolutely honest. “He’s not. I’m kinda…living by myself right now.”

“All by yourself?” Both girls exclaimed. “How does that work?” Trixie asked.

“Why are bothering to go to school?” Lor chimed in at the same time. Penny giggled, kicking her feet out along the side of the bed. She quickly sketched out what had happened, leaving out the two most unbelievable parts of the story, that of Gadget being in deep space and her own role in his success.

“So Chief Quimby opened a bank account for me and pays some of Uncle Gadget’s salary into it.” She finished. “And as for school…” She shrugged with a small smile at Trixie. “I guess I’m just a good little girl.”

“But not too good.” Trixie added, smiling back. Penny noticed that Lor blushed again at that. Shortly afterwards the games wound down, and it was decided to change into their sleeping clothes. Penny was mildly surprised, but not unpleased, when she saw that Lor probably had the most daring outfit of the three. It showed off the most skin, at least. Penny herself had on a simple pair of pink pajamas, and Trixie was wearing a frilly white nightie that left her arms bare and fell to halfway past her knees.

Penny hadn’t been sure how the two of them would take the news about her living alone, but they both seemed to take it in stride. Indeed, the fact that she accompanied Inspector Gadget on most of his famous missions were way more interesting, and they both wanted to hear about all the places she’d been and her adventures there. She was a bit shy at first, but since she wasn’t talking about her real adventures foiling Dr. Claw, she soon loosened up.

The three of them ended up talking for hours. Even Lor, who for some reason seemed a little stiff at first, had the other two in stitches by telling some of her stories about her friends back home. For the first time, Penny began to feel happy that she hadn’t managed to tag along with her uncle. For the first time in a long time, she was making some human friends her own age.

When it was growing quite late Penny looked over at Lor while Trixie was talking. The popular girl had since moved to sit in the chair by her desk, while Lor had taken up residence on the bed and Penny was sitting on the floor. Lor’s eyes were closed, and the steady movement of her chest indicated that if she wasn’t truly asleep, she soon would be.

Penny caught Trixie’s eyes, who paused in her story to look over at Lor as well. The blonde girl felt a familiar, tingling ache open up in her stomach as she saw the smile Trixie had on her delicate lips.

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Lor had no idea when she had drifted to sleep, or what precisely woke her up. At first, she didn’t even really notice she was awake. Then, a soft little giggle and a soft, wet smacking sound intruded on her consciousness, bringing her fully awake. She kept her eyes closed at first, not wanting to give herself away. The sounds continued for several more seconds, and the tomboy slowly became aware that the mattress she was laying on was moving very slightly.

Unable to resist any more, she cracked her eyes open. The lights in Trixie’s room had been dimmed, leaving it in a state of half shadow. At the end of the bed, Penny and Trixie were sitting next to each other, though the smaller Penny was half in Trixie’s lap, their arms wrapped around each other as they made out frantically in almost-silence.

What should I do? Was Lor’s first thought. What do they think I’m going to do? Were they doing this hoping that she’d wake up? Did that mean that they had spotted her somehow at the party earlier? Did they just want her to watch or…and this thought filled her with so many conflicting emotions she felt like she was being torn in two…did they want her to join them?

Lor was too mixed up to really make any decision, so she finally made the decision to do nothing. Let them keep doing…whatever. She thought to herself. They never have to know I was awake. And if they were that into it, she could just keep watching, a bad little urge spoke up. And if you roll over onto your side, you might just be able to sneak your hand down to…

Almost without realizing it, Lor began turning onto her side. Began, and stopped. She couldn’t. Unable to hide her shock, her eyes flew open and she sat up to see what was wrong. Or tried to. She couldn’t really do that either. Feeling her breath becoming ragged, she looked up. Her hands had been lifted above her head and tied to the headboard with two lengths of soft, white cloth. The knots weren’t tight, but they were firm.

“Look who’s up!” Trixie chirped brightly, and Lor’s head snapped forward once again. Penny and Trixie had separated and were looking at her, Trixie with a smile that could only be described as hungry, and Penny with a smaller, sly smile that nevertheless seemed to sparkle with excitement.

“Wh…wh…” Lor started trembling as she tried to catch her breath. “What’s going on?” She suddenly became aware that her legs were spread, making her nightshirt ride up, nearly exposing her panties. Her cheeks red, she closed her thighs with a snap and tried to wriggle the blue fabric down to a more decent level, with little success.

“Well, you seemed to like the show earlier today, so we thought we’d give you another one.” Penny said, her cheeks flushed. She slid off the bed and walked over, standing above Lor to the left.

“But you tried to run off so fast.” Trixie continued, standing to Lor’s right. “So this time, we thought we’d get a captive audience.” She giggled a little, reaching out and tracing Lor’s wrist with her fingernail where the skin met her bond. The contact seemed electric to the tomboy, and she couldn’t prevent herself from squirming a little.

“You…saw me?” She gasped, feeling a wave of utter humiliation wash over her. “How?”

The other two girls looked at each other with an amused expression. “Lor…there was a great big open vent with a screen at the bottom of the door, and you left the light on in the bathroom.” Penny said in a gentle tone, chuckling. “We could see everything.”

Lor’s eyes widened as she felt the ground opening up beneath her…or maybe it was just wishful thinking. “That’s right.” Trixie said, kneeling by the bed and folding her arms on the mattress, resting her head on them as she looked at the bound girl with dancing eyes. Lor could feel the heat from her breath on her skin, and it made her tremble. “You were really enjoying yourself, weren’t you?” She whispered.

“Please let me go.” Lor said, surprising herself by how weak her voice sounded. Trixie giggled.

“Why? Don’t you wanna pway with us?” She piped in a tiny little girl’s voice.

“It’s going to be so much fun.” Penny said earnestly, smiling as she sat on the foot of the bed and started rubbing her hands up and down Lor’s calves. Completely against her better judgment…completely against every conscious thought she had, Lor found herself spreading her legs under the smaller girls touch.

“Wait…” Lor protested faintly. “This isn’t right…I’m not like that. I’m not a…a…”

“A what?” Trixie cupped a hand over her ear and leaned in closer, giving Lor an excellent view of the Asian girl’s budding breasts under the loose nightgown.

“You know…” Lor mumbled, struggling weakly at her bonds. She knew she was staring, but as before she seemed completely unable to look away. “I’m not…a…lesbian.”

“Oh my!” Trixie gasped, looking back at Penny with an expression of feigned shock. “Lor said the L Word!” Penny giggled softly as she watched Trixie straddle Lor’s stomach, grinning down at the seemingly paralyzed tomboy.

“Well I say you are.” Trixie said tauntingly, rolling her hips back and forth. “I say you’re a cute little dyke, just like me and Penny. In fact…” She reached back and placed a hand on Lor’s thigh. “I bet if I just slide up a little, I’ll find something nice and wet…”

Penny suddenly placed a hand on Trixie’s shoulder. “Trixie…” The popular girl looked back in surprise. “I think we might be coming on a little strong.” Penny said, nodding towards Lor. The bound tomboy was visibly trembling, and she had the wide-eyed look of a deer caught in the headlights. On noticing her victim’s reaction, Trixie bit her lip.

“Lor…” She said softly, getting off the other girl and kneeling on the mattress next to her. “Lor…calm down. I’m…” She glanced over at Penny, who nodded. “We’re sorry.” The bound tomboy noticeably calmed once Trixie had climbed off her, but now she was slumped in her bands and looking resolutely away from either of the other two. Trixie threw Penny a helpless look, and the blonde girl smiled a little and motioned for Trixie to keep going.

Trixie sighed deeply. “Really, Lor, I’m sorry.” She said in a low voice. “I didn’t want to freak you out.”

“That’s right.” Penny agreed. “And we certainly didn’t want to force you to do something you didn’t want to.” She smiled sardonically. “We just…thought you wanted to.”

“And…I should have paid more attention to your feelings.” Trixie continued, threading her fingers together and staring down at her hands. “I guess…I guess I pretend to be a stuck-up bitch so often that sometimes I forget to cut it out when I’m with my friends…my real friends.”

At that, Lor turned her head to look at the Asian girl, who managed a faint smile. “Anyway,” Penny said from Lor’s feet, “it’s up to you, now. If you want, we’ll just untie you and we’ll all go to bed.”

Lor immediately opened her mouth to repeat her request to be released, but found herself unable to say it. Now that he initial shock was subsiding, and especially after hearing Trixie’s apology, Lor was in a state of mind to consider her situation. She was currently in a position that she knew that she would never have gotten into on her own, and faced with a choice she had desperately avoided making for a long time now.

Her every rational impulse was telling her to put a stop to this now, to hold onto what few shreds of her promise to herself still remained. But now that her fear was subsiding, she was starting to realize how incredibly turned on she was. Trixie was right…she could feel her panties, and they were soaked. Lor suddenly felt like she was making a choice between doing something she desperately wanted to do, and years of lying alone in bed, her fingers between her legs as she regretfully fantasized about what might have been.

Feeling herself start to shake again, Lor finally decided to let go of her uncertainty and her fear of her own desires, and fall. I want to be bad…She thought, and she shuddered deeply at the wave of lust that thought sent through her. She licked her lips. “Let’s do it.” She whispered. “I want to.”

Trixie and Penny looked surprised. “You…don’t have to.” Trixie said after a moment. “It’s not like we can’t still be friends or whatever…”

“No…” Lor shook her head, feeling her voice gaining strength again. “I want to…” She looked to the side. “I’ve always wanted to…I was just too chicken before now.” Taking a deep breath, she turned back to the other girls, her cheeks blazing. “You can do…whatever you want to me.” She said confidently, though her voice began to quaver a bit at the end.

The two looked at Lor, then at one another. Penny was the first to smile, a small upturn of her lips that was mirrored a moment later by Trixie. At Penny’s encouraging nod, she leaned down, letting her lustrous black hair fall over Lor’s face as she drew close. “Do you want me to untie you?” She murmured, prompting an even deeper blush from the tomboy.

“N…no.” Lor stuttered in a whisper as her arms flexed against their bonds. “I…I think I like it.” She started to turn her head, embarrassed, but Trixie placed two fingers under her chin and held her eyes.

“Whatever you want.” The popular girl breathed, gently tilting Lor’s face up to her. Lor closed her eyes and parted her lips very slightly as Trixie brought their lips together.

Instantly Lor felt that falling sensation once again, but now she seemed to be floating backwards into a warm softness that went beyond any of her fantasies. Trixie’s scent, a gently floral perfume that carried with it just a dark hint of the girl’s arousal, filled her senses and sent her spiraling into the ether. She felt a tongue slide in and out of her mouth teasingly, and sent her own tongue to slide against it and catch it.

She felt a sudden warmth against her other side and cracked her eye open just enough to see Penny lying against her, looking down at them with lust-filled eyes. Trixie’s hand left Lor’s cheek and snaked around Penny’s shoulder, drawing the blonde girl into their kiss. Penny fell gratefully, giving Trixie’s cheek as she moved into the three way kiss. Soon, the sounds of the girls licking at each other’s mouths filled the room, along with the soft, mewing sounds of pleasure.

Lor was certain she had gone to heaven. Unable to catch her breath, she had thrown herself into the kiss, sucking on the tongue of one girl, then the other, then opening her mouth to kiss both at once. In response to the ecstasy she felt, her hips began gently undulating against the air, a mute sign of her desire that Penny and Trixie could feel moving against them. At almost exactly the same time, they each sent a hand down to rest on one of her thighs.

They broke the kiss as Lor opened her eyes to look up at them. The athletic girl’s chest was heaving, and like the others, her mouth and chin glistened with their mixed saliva. She licked her lips as she waited. “Maybe we should do something about that.” Trixie said in a gently playful tone, nodding down.

Penny smiled impishly. “Maybe…when I’m done playing.” She said, surprising both the other girls. She slid out from under their arms and wiggled down until her cheek was resting against Lor’s bare leg. She closed her eyes and took a deep, deep breath, letting it out with a smile. “What smells so good?” She murmured, with a small blush identical to the one on Lor’s cheeks. “Should I find out?” She began tiptoeing her fingers along Lor’s inner thigh, eliciting a shuddering moan from the tomboy.

Lor’s legs began to write and she quickly crossed her ankle to keep them under control, though her knees continued to spread wider and wider in response to Penny’s touch, pushing her hips into the air and pulling the fabric of her nightshirt taut against her pussy. Almost immediately the dark blue was marked by an even darker wet spot.

“Mmm…we don’t want that to stain, do we?” Trixie whispered, and Lor, unable to speak, shook her head no. And as Penny continued to trace designs on Lor’s silky skin with her fingertips, Trixie slid the nightshirt up over Lor’s hips and exposing her white panties. The smell of sex soon filled the air, and all three were affected by it.

Penny abandoned her gentler games and moving between Lor’s legs, kissing and sucking a slow trail up her inner thighs. Trixie pulled the nightshirt up higher, exposing Lor’s flat and toned stomach, causing her to gasp as the cool air of the room hit her bare skin, and again as Trixie’s hot hand came to rest on it. Lor tossed her head back and forth, struggling pointlessly at her bonds as she fought to push herself up against Trixie’s hand, and down against Penny’s mouth.

“What have we here?” Trixie whispered in Lor’s ear as she slipped her hand beneath the nightshirt, lightly caressing the lower swell of her breasts. Puberty and her athletic lifestyle had been kind to Lor so far, and her bust was noticeably larger than the other two’s. The speedy growth had, however, left her breasts incredibly sensitive, and she tossed her head back, eyes shut tight, as she felt Trixie’s hand on them.

“Oh my!” Trixie said as she pushed the nightshirt up to Lor’s neckline, reacting both to the size of Lor’s chest and her reaction to her touch. “Do you like this?” She almost sang as she ran her hand over the soft, white skin. Lor could only moan and nod. “How about this?” Trixie slid her palm over so Lor’s dark pink and erect nipple was between her index and middle finger, and pinched them together lightly.

The sensation sent a shock through Lor’s body that made her jump, and she groaned as she felt the pressure release. “Harder.” She moaned, almost unaware she had spoken. “Harder.” Trixie smiled, her eyes sparkling, and obliged, straddling Lor’s bare belly once again and using both hands to squeeze and pinch Lor’s sensitive breasts.

Penny, meanwhile, had been steadily making her way up to Lor’s panties, despite the tomboy’s tendency to squeeze her strong legs together rhythmically against Penny’s head. As she reached them, she smiled at the huge wet spot that covered the front of the white cotton garment and leaned her head down to plant a kiss right in its center. Above her, Lor moaned once again and desperately pushed her pussy up to Penny’s mouth, a mute plea for release. But Penny, exposing a dominant, teasing streak she hadn’t known existed, placed her hands on Lor’s hips and gently, but firmly, pushed them down again.

The sound Lor made at that was a tortured groan that quickly went up into a surprised squeak as Trixie began playing even harder, making Lor buck up once again. Penny noticed that the Asian girl’s nightie had ridden up her back, exposing her panty-clad ass to view as it wriggling back and forth on Lor’s stomach. Penny couldn’t resist, and leaned forward, giving Trixie a soft bite. The dark-haired girl gasped and sucked in a huge breath, looking down over her shoulder with a sexy smile.

“You tease!” She chided. “You should see what you’re doing to poor Lor.” Lor twitched once again, and Penny lifted an eyebrow, returning the smile.

“What I’m doing? I think you’re doing it.” She returned, tracing the visible outline of Lor’s mound through the wet cotton. Lor’s hips began moving up and down in a vain attempt to get those fingers to move in.

Lor was panting, her blood coursing red hot through her body as her lust overwhelmed her. “Please…” She moaned, looking entreatingly up at Trixie. She licked her lips again, feeling a sudden need to feel her tongue against something. “Please kiss me…” Trixie looked back and smiled, leaning forward and giving Lor’s nipples a final, deliciously hard pinch as she did so. Her arms folded around the tomboy’s neck and she found her mouth invaded by Lor’s desperate tongue. Her eyes blinked open once in shock, then closed again as she moaned against the passionate, frantic kiss.

Penny opened her mouth wide, pressing her teeth very, very lightly against Lor’s pussy. As Lor’s hips ground upwards desperately, Penny ran her tongue over the soaking wet cotton, licking up the salty-sweet liquid from the fabric. Lor cried out against Trixie’s mouth up above, digging her heels into the mattress and pushing herself against Penny’s dancing tongue. Penny giggled softly and began to close her mouth, gently scraping her teeth against Lor’s softest flesh as she took the panties in her mouth and pulled them downwards.

Lor’s pussy had a light dusting of blonde, almost white hair that glistened damply with the juices of her now uncontrollable lust. After pulling the panties down enough to expose the other girl, Penny let them go and used her hand to quickly finish taking them off. Once they were gone, she settled between Lor’s legs again, looking down at her sex and feeling her own pussy tingle and her mouth water in anticipation.

As she felt Penny’s breath on her pussy, Lor reflexively fought against the restraints holding her wrists to the bed. Why, she couldn’t tell. To hold Penny’s head, to wrap her arms around Trixie…her body longed to do these things, but finding herself frustrated and helpless time and time again was driving her wild. Her body ached with need, every muscle pulled so tight she could barely breathe. All she could do was throw herself into her one release, the kiss she shared with Trixie, lavishing her tongue over the girl’s mouth and chin and sucking Trixie’s tongue deep into her mouth as she did the same.

Penny lightly traced her fingers along the edges of Lor’s labia, watching and smiling at how Lor’s body twitched under her touch, and the muffled sounds of her whimpers through her kiss. “I guess that’s enough.” She murmured, her mouth close enough to allow the other girl feel her breath and voice against her pussy. “Are you ready?” She said a little louder, looking up at the other two with a smile.

With an audible popping sound, Lor broke her mouth free, gasping for air. Trixie, still somewhat dazed by the ferocity of the kiss, immediately turned her attention to Lor’s long neck, licking and sucking the soft skin. “I’m ready, I’m ready!” Lor managed, tilting her head to the side and pushing her shoulders up to give Trixie better access. “Please do it!” She begged, thrusting her hips up entreatingly at Penny.

With a small giggle, Penny finally decided to relent. The blonde girl closed her eyes and slowly lowered her mouth to Lor’s bare pussy. She was surprised by how hot the wet flesh was against her mouth as her tongue slipped out and began probing Lor’s sex. Lor’s legs quickly hooked around Penny’s waist, drawing her in and holding her tightly. Penny giggled again and began licking in earnest, running her tongue up and doing the tomboy’s burning pussy.

Lor opened her mouth, but lacked the air to cry out. Her hips rolled up and down against Penny’s mouth, and her arms pulled against the cloth that bound her. As Trixie continued to kiss her neck, she sent a hand down to Lor’s breast once again, running her fingers over the supple flesh and the hard little nub of her nipple. Lor arched her back, pushing her breast up into Trixie’s hand.

Every touch, every sensation was so intense…Lor had never felt anything like it, and it all welled up from the warm, wet tongue she could feel sliding in and out of her. Her legs tightened around Penny’s waist as she felt herself drawing close. Her hands clenched tightly as she fought desperately against her restraints, longing to pull Penny up to the point that she could feel the pigtailed girl slowly approaching. Finally, finally, for the first time Penny’s tongue slid between her labia and made direct contact with Lor’s clit. And that contact was enough.

The universe exploded around Lor as she came, wracked by wave after wave of ecstasy that went so far beyond anything she had experienced during her own exploration of her body. The pleasure she felt was so intense it was almost agony, a torture she couldn’t endure but wished would never end. She had no idea how long it lasted, but finally the waves rushing through her body slowly began to subside, leaving her in a half-conscious daze, slumped limply on the bed.

She was barely aware of her arms being untied and allowed to fall on her chest, or her nightshirt being pulled down once again. A mouth pressed to her lips in a gentle kiss, and she reflexively returned it, a soft smile of deep contentment on her face. “I guess you liked it after all.” Penny’s gentle voice came to Lor distantly, and she nodded a little in return. She felt Penny’s lips on her mouth now, and she kissed them back lazily as well.

“I guess there’s three of us now.” Lor heard Trixie say softly as she drifted into sleep.

“I guess so.” Penny replied, then added with a giggle, “Think we’ll find any one else?”

“You never know!” Trixie giggled back. “I hope so…”

[Evil Fairy]

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The New Girls

By Evil Fairy

Chapter 4: The Next Day

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“I don’t know what you’re so worried about.” Penny said as the girl’s room door swung shut behind her. She watched Lor as the other girl peeked beneath the stalls, making doubly sure they were alone. “This is your idea, you know.”

Lor straightened up, a disbelieving expression on her face that the shorter girl answered with an impish little smirk. “Nuh-uh! All I said was…”

Penny interrupted her. “You said you couldn’t wait to pay me back for letting you copy my math homework on the way to school.” She giggled. “Well, now you don’t have to.”

Still looking around as if they were going to be ambushed, Lor muttered sullenly, “This wasn’t what I had in mind.”

“Oh really?” Penny said in a soft half-whisper that immediately locked Lor’s attention on her. “You didn’t have something like this in mind?” She stepped forward and slipped her arms around Lor’s neck, standing on her toes to bring her lips to Lor’s and slip her tongue between them in a soft, teasing kiss.

Lor returned the kiss for a moment before getting her impulses under control enough to take Penny by the shoulders and hold her back a little. “What if somebody comes in?” She whispered. Penny just laughed softly, rolling her eyes.

“You and Trixie…” She murmured, bringing her mouth to Lor’s ear and letting her tongue and lips brush against her earlobe. “Isn’t it more exciting thinking that any second now someone could walk right in and see us together?”

With the sensation of Penny’s mouth sending shivers all through her body and turning her knees into jelly, Lor couldn’t find the strength to protest. But Penny couldn’t miss how the tomboy kept staring at the door, or how she seemed to be straining to hear the slightest sound over their own ragged breath. So Penny stepped back with a little sigh and took Lor by the wrist. “Oh, all right…this way.” She led the other girl into one of the stalls and locked the door behind them. “Better?”

Lor relaxed visibly, letting out a long slow breath. “Yeah.” She nodded, leaning against the door. “So now what?”

”You wanted to thank me, remember?” Penny said impishly. “So you tell me.”

“Right…” Lor murmured uncertainly. “You know…I’m kinda new at this…”

“That’s okay.” Penny said with a soft smile. “I am too, you know.” She chuckled and shrugged at Lor’s expression of disbelief. “Well, I am…Trixie snagged me just a day before we got you. To be honest, I’m not sure what to do with her not around either.”

Lor started to laugh, and Penny looked at her curiously. “That makes me feel better.” Lor explained. “I mean, if neither of us knows what to do, that means we can’t really screw up.” Penny laughed as well, and Lor gave her an appraising look. “I think I have an idea.” She said quietly. “Take off your shoes.”

Penny blinked in confusion, but quickly complied by kicking her sneakers off her feet. Lor nodded and took a step towards her. “Now just hold still.” She murmured, kneeling down to unfasten the other girl’s green pants.

“I’m not gonna be wearing much as this rate.” Penny said with a slightly nervous giggle.

“That’s the idea.” Lor whispered, looking up at her. “I want you totally naked.”

Penny’s eyes widened. “Naked?” She whispered. “Here…now?” Lor smirked.

“That’s right…unless you think it’s too dangerous.” Lor noticed that Penny’s hands suddenly started to shake, and a pink flush started to climb down her cheeks and neck. Lor stood up, hooking her fingers under Penny’s shirt as she rose. “Let’s see how far down that goes…” She grinned, pulling the striped shirt up over Penny’s head and draping it over the rail. “Ooo…all the way down.” She murmured, running her eyes up and down the smaller girl’s chest.

Penny blushed a bit deeper and folded her arms over her training bra, smiling shyly. Lor was briefly surprised, but then smiled in return. “You’re cute.” She said, sliding down to her knees once again. Penny giggled from above her, and she looked up to see the pigtailed girl smiling down at her, her hands at her sides once again.

“You’re really good at this, considering…”

Lor paused, her hands resting on Penny’s hips. “Considering that two days ago I would freaked at all this? Yeah, I know.” She gave a little chuckle. “I think I’m done freaking though.” In a single quick movement she yanked open Penny’s zipper and pulled the tight pants, along with her panties, halfway down her thighs. “Now I just want more.”

With a sharp intake of breath, Penny shuddered. “Do it…” She whispered. Lor could see the juices glistening on the small girl’s almost hairless mound.

“Soon.” Lor promised, peeling the tight green denim down her slim legs until her jeans lay pooled around her ankles. Penny stepped out of them completely as the other girl stood, looking her up and down. “Almost done.” She grinned, looking at Penny’s bra. With a shy look, Penny reached back and unclasped the undergarment, sending it fluttering to the floor. “How does it feel?” She asked.

Penny, wearing nothing but socks, slid her fingers up and down her bare skin. “I’m naked in a bathroom in a school full of people…” She whispered, starting to shake again. “I feel…” Without another word, she threw herself at Lor, cleaving her body against the taller girl and thrusting her tongue between her lips in a frantic kiss.

Lor’s hands slid down to squeeze Penny’s ass and pull her in closer. She could feel the heat from the other girl’s pussy burning against her leg and the wetness soaking into her pants, but she didn’t care about that anymore. She was so engrossed in exploring Penny’s mouth and body, in fact, that she only barely noticed the sound of the restroom door opening. Her eyes widened in fear, and as Penny backed off, she saw her eyes widen as well, but in excitement.

“Quick!” Lor hissed, knowing they had about one second. She yanked her own pants down and sat on the toilet, scooping up Penny’s clothes and then Penny herself to sit in her lap. Penny, obviously straining to hold in a fit of the giggles, braced her feet on the wall behind the toilet to keep them out of sight. She grabbed onto Lor’s shoulders to keep her balance as the sound of footsteps filled the room.

As Lor looked into Penny’s face she saw the other girl’s eyes lit up with fiendish pleasure. She longed to ask what she was thinking, but there was no need, as a moment later Penny was reaching down to pull Lor’s shirt up and then yank her bra down. Her breasts, smooth, creamy and much larger than Penny’s, bounced free and her nipples immediately stiffened in the chilly air of the restroom. Sucking in her lips to stifle a gasp, the tomboy glared at the nude girl in her lap, but Penny just stuck her tongue out at her.

“Don’t you dare!” Lor mouthed, and response Penny bent low and ran her tongue in a tiny circle around Lor’s incredibly sensitive nipples. Lor closed her eyes and tilted her head back, but didn’t dare move much more for fear of throwing off Penny’s already precarious balance. Feeling the freedom to be completely evil, the pigtailed girl opened her mouth and silently sucked Lor’s tit into her mouth, gently biting at the soft flesh and lashing her tongue again and again over the small, rock-hard nipple.

Lor could only sit helplessly as Penny’s mouth send waves of pleasure through her. She tossed her head back and lifted her hands, only to wave them helplessly before grabbing onto the rails on the sides of the stall to brace herself. Penny shifted very slightly to switch to the other breast, and her mouth left Lor’s skin with a soft pop that made both of them freeze. But there was no reaction from the other occupant of the room, a couple stalls over, and Penny turned her attention back to Lor’s chest.

Lor was torn between heaven and hell…Penny’s tongue was hot and wet against her tit, and every gentle press of her teeth sent a jolt through her body. But she had to endure it in total silence, only able to move the slightest amount in reaction. After what seemed like a torturously long amount of time, there was the sound of a flushing toilet, the sound of the other girl washing her hands, and then, finally, the sound as she stepped out of the room and the door sliding shut behind her.

Penny practically jumped out of Lor’s lap, leaning against the door with her hands folded behind her. Her cheeks were bright red and she was laughing almost soundlessly. Lor stared at her, frustrated in a whole rainbow of ways. “You…you…” She tried to sound indignant, but her breathless voice made it impossible.

“You what?” Penny chirped playfully, stepping up to slide her arms around Lor’s neck again. “Bitch?” She whispered, kissing Lor’s ear. “Whore?” She did the same to the other ear. “Slut?” She slid down and started laying soft kisses on the athletic girl’s neck. “Cunt? Come on Lor.” She softly urged. “Tell me what I am.”

Lor had already been half-consumed with lust from the tongue bath Penny had just given her, and now the small girl’s filthy language and kisses were driving her into a frenzy. As she felt Penny’s tongue on her neck, the last of her inhibitions were torn away and she reached up and grabbed Penny around the shoulders, pushing her back roughly. Penny staggered back a step, looking surprised as her pigtails bounced around her face. Lor, her pants still around her ankles, slid to the floor on her knees and seized Penny by the hips.

“You’re a slutty little bitch.” She growled up at her. “And you’re mine.” With that she yanked Penny towards her and pushed her face into her pussy. Penny gasped loudly and her legs seemed to give out, but Lor held her up until she braced her hands against the walls. Lor slid her tongue in and out of Penny’s canal and all around her labia, lapping up all of the juices that had flowed out of her. Above her, Penny bit her lip tightly and let out a long, muffled groan.

As she continued devouring the other girl’s pussy Lor moved one of her hands from Penny’s ass and began attacking her own sex, her fingers spreading her lips open to stroke her clit. Some distant part of her mind prayed that nobody else come in, because there was no way that she would be able to stop now.

Penny thrust her hips out into Lor’s face and Lor’s pelvis was grinding down into her hand as she opened her mouth wider, twisting her tongue into Penny’s sweet pussy and lapping gently at her clit. “Oh yesssss….just like that, don’t stop…don’t ever stop…” Penny breathed softly, and Lor just moaned an assent. Her finger was moving in a quick little circle around her own button, and she could feel her juices running down her legs and soaking her thighs. Penny was whimpering in ecstasy and shuddering with the effort it was taking to remain upright, her eyes closed tightly and her mouth making small sucking motions.

But it was Lor who came first, her practiced fingers driving her body over the edge in an explosive orgasm that had her crying out into Penny’s pussy. The pigtailed girl felt the vibration of Lor’s voice buzzing through her sex, and it sent her out of control. She placed her hands on the back of Lor’s head and started rubbing the other girl’s face against her pussy while Lor wildly stabbed her tongue out to try and keep up with the frantic pushes.

“More…more…” Penny whispered thoughtlessly, not even aware she was speaking, “I’m…I’m almost…!” Her body stiffened and she lifted onto her toes and arched her back as she came, her mouth opening and closing in a soundless scream of absolute pleasure. A final, violent spasm wracked her small frame. Spent, her body finally relaxed and she dropped to her knees as well, limply tossing her arms around Lor’s neck as the two leaned against each other for support, their panting echoing in the silent restroom.

“I guess…we should get dressed.” Lor murmured, sucking gently on Penny’s earlobe.

“I guess…I kinda like being naked in school though.” Penny giggled, still a feeling a little intoxicated. “Do you think anyone would say anything if I just went to class like this?”

Lor giggled in return. “I don’t think anyone would mind…but you’d probably get in trouble anyway.” Grabbing the rail for support she pulled herself to her feet and then helped Penny up. She smiled as she took in Penny’s elfin features, her cheeks pink and flushed, her pigtails mussed and her eyes shining in the afterglow.

Penny noticed her gaze and tilted her head curiously. “What is it?”

”Oh…you’re just really cute.” Lor said with a wink. The shorter girl blushed.

“You too.” She whispered, leaning up to give Lor a soft kiss that suddenly turned very serious as the two girls wrapped their arms around each other and probed their lips and tongues.

“Wait…you’ll get us started all over again.” Lor whispered, gently pushing the eager girl back. “We really should get going before someone wonders where we are.”

Heaving a huge sigh, Penny nodded. “I guess you’re right…” Both girls quickly got dressed and left the stall, taking a moment in front of the mirrors to get their hair back in place. Just before they left, Lor braced her foot against the door to keep it closed and turned back to Penny, holding her tightly and sucking the other girl’s tongue into her mouth in a sudden fit of passion that left the other girl slumped limply in her arms.

“Well, let’s go!” Lor clapped her hands as she let Penny go, smiling brightly. Penny just gave a dazed little nod in return, and they went through the door, heading to the room where they were supposed to be having a free study period.

But as Lor turned a corner, she very nearly bumped into another girl who was walking in the opposite direction. She staggered back a step and had almost preserved her balance when she saw who it was she had almost collided with. That shock was enough to send her falling back, forcing Penny to try valiantly to hold her up under her arms until she could get her feet under her again.

“Rachel!” Lor gasped loudly as she tried to right herself, and Penny looked curiously at the other girl. She was tall, probably as tall as Trixie, with strong, pretty features and a light, athletic build. Her light blonde hair fell loosely to just above her shoulders and her brown eyes were widened in surprise as she leaned on the wall to keep her own balance.

“Lor…is that you?” As recognition set in, Penny noted that the new girl’s demeanor turned distinctly chilly. She suddenly looked familiar to Penny, but she couldn’t quite place her.

“Yeah…it’s me.” Lor muttered, gently brushing Penny’s supporting hands away. “Wow…it’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”

”Almost two years.” Rachel said in a neutral tone. “I didn’t know you were living here.”

”Um, yeah.” The athletic girl gave a weak half smile. “I haven’t seen you around. Have you been here long?”

”This is my first day. We just moved here.” A tense silence fell over the general area, and Penny shifted from one foot to the other nervously.

Lor coughed a little. “It’s nice to see you again Rache.” There was no response, and Lor gave a tiny sigh. “I guess I’ll talk to you later.”

“I guess you will.” Rachel replied in that same level tone. She continued walking, barely glancing at Penny as she stepped by. When she had turned another corner and was out of sight, Penny let out a huge breath that she hadn’t even noticed she was holding.

“Well…that was pleasant.” She said in a careful tone. Lor sighed again and nodded.

“That was Rachel…we used to be pretty good friends.” She said after a moment.

“That didn’t seem very friendly.” Penny gently pointed out. Lor smirked mirthlessly and nodded.

“Yeah. We had a pretty bad fight. And it was all my fault.” She looked into the distance, where the other girl had disappeared. “I didn’t know she’d still be so mad, though.”

Penny put a hand on Lor’s shoulder and offered her a smile. “Hey…we should get back to study hall. And then it’s lunchtime…maybe we can tear Trixie away from her posse long enough to talk to us.” Despite herself, Lor couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah, maybe.” She let Penny turn her around and they headed back to class. When the three girls had boarded the bus that morning, Trixie’s usual introduction from the bus driver had met with silence as she had been followed by the other two girls. Penny’s semi-inclusion into the inner circle at the pool party had been strange enough, but to see her and Lor accompanying her onto the bus was enough to invite stares from every student on the bus.

Lor was, at this point, used to being the odd girl out and was able to take the scrutiny in stride, but the much shyer Penny had looked extremely uncomfortable. Lor, feeling a sudden surge of protectiveness, had tried to keep the smaller girl out of sight as much as possible as they found an empty bench close to the front. But during the few seconds it took the two blonde girls to get a seat, Veronica had fallen on Trixie and whisked her away before the Asian girl had time to do anything but offer her friends an apologetic look.

There had been no getting to Trixie after that. During the first couple of classes of the day, Veronica had been so tightly attached to her that it would have taken a crowbar to get her off. And Trixie wasn’t happy about it at all, Lor could see that very clearly. She had seen Trixie genuinely happy last night, when it had been just the three of them. Today, she was playing the part of the most popular girl in school to perfection, but Lor could see that her perky, glassy smile didn’t reach her eyes, and her laughter lacked any real enthusiasm.

The two girls entered the classroom. Trixie and her cronies were in a different study period, so they weren’t there at the moment. Lor tried to pretend to study for a very short time, but her mind kept flickering between Rachel and Trixie. Rachel was a very unexpected and probably completely insoluble problem, so she concentrated instead on Trixie. But no matter how she looked at it she just couldn’t synch up the real Trixie she had seen last night with the false face she showed here at school.

Lor could certainly understand wanting to be popular, but acting like a completely different person every single day just for that? No…Trixie just didn’t seem like that like that kind of person, now that Lor had really gotten to know her. Finally, feeling frustrated, she turned in her seat. “Hey.” She whispered over at Penny. “Can I ask you something?”

Penny turned towards her, glancing at the book Lor was holding. “I’m not really that good at English.” She whispered back, and Lor smiled and shook her head.

“No…about Trixie.” Penny tilted her head curiously and nodded. “Why…” Lor paused, trying to get her thoughts in order. “Why do you think being so popular is that important to her? Doesn’t it seem…weird?”

Penny puffed out her cheeks a little. “I’ve thought about that a lot this weekend too.” She admitted. She stared down at her book for a moment before continuing. “I don’t think Trixie’s ever had a real friend. And I think she gave up trying to find one a long time ago. But she’s smart…she knows what it takes to be really popular. So I think when she gave up trying to make a friend, she decided she’d just be popular instead.”

Lor thought about for a moment. “That…makes sense.” She finally whispered. “But that’s really kind of sad, isn’t it?” Penny nodded. “And…she does have friends now. Doesn’t she?”

Penny smiled. “Yeah…she does.”

“I hope you ladies are talking about your schoolwork.” The teacher said pointedly from the head of the class. Both girls immediately clammed up and turned back to their books. Lor glanced up at the clock, thinking of what she might do once lunch finally rolled around.

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When the lunch bell rang, Trixie left her classroom and headed for the cafeteria. At this point, she was unable to hide a slight slump to her shoulders as Veronica hovered at her right elbow, keeping up her never ending stream of inane chatter. The day had been miserable so far, and it was barely half over. Trixie had found it extremely difficult to slip into the usually comfortable role she always assumed at school. She actually found herself getting slightly offended at the worst of Veronica’s bitchy comments about the other girls in class, and was completely unable to fake any herself. Chad and Tad’s idiotic posturing was grating on her nerves far more than usual too.

More and more, she found herself just wanting to ditch the lot of them in favor of Lor and Penny. But she couldn’t do that. Sighing deeply, she entered the lunch room and settled into the opulently appointed table reserved for the popular kids. Trixie was just as glad the violin player was off today…she was already getting a bad headache.

Picking at her pheasant, Trixie listened to Veronica’s chatter enough to make the occasional reply as she swept her eyes across the cafeteria. Ah…Lor and Penny were sitting at a table some distance away, and Lor was looking at her with an odd expression. Trixie smiled a little at her, and Lor smiled back and nodded before turning to Penny. The two of them started it talking, and Trixie frowned as she realized they were actually arguing about something.

Finally, Lor seemed to brush off whatever Penny was saying and stood up, walking towards the popular table. Penny shrugged a little and then leaned her chin on her hands to watch. As Lor approached, the bouncer stepped in front of her. “Hey, whoa there little lady. Where d’you think you’re goin’?”

Lor glared up at him. “I need to talk to Trixie.”

“Well this is a need that must remain unfulfilled. Take a walk.” The bouncer made a jabbing motion with his thumb.

“Let her though.” Trixie said quietly. Everyone in the area turned to look at her.

“But…what about the chart?” The bouncer asked in a dumbfounded voice.

“I said let her through.” Trixie repeated, and the bouncer shrugged and stepped aside. Ignoring the glares from the other three at the table, something that deeply impressed Trixie, Lor walked right up to her.

“Do you want to come sit with us?”

The question seemed to hang in the air for a moment. It was so unexpected that Trixie had to roll it around in her head several times before it even began to sound like English. While she was still trying to process, the Asian girl saw the smile on Lor’s lips, and beyond her, a similar smile on Penny’s. Then she glanced over at the cold stares coming from Veronica and the boys. She turned back to Lor with a smile. “Yeah…I do.”

With that small statement, dead silence began to ripple outward throughout the entire cafeteria, everyone turning to look as Trixie picked up her lunch and her bag and quite calmly followed Lor back to the table she was sharing with Penny. Once she sat down and began eating, the rest of the kids began to realize the show was over, and slowly the buzz of conversation returned. Most of the discussion, however, was now on the subject of Trixie.

“I can’t believe you did that!” Trixie exclaimed softly. Lor just smiled and shrugged casually.

“No big deal. Penny didn’t really think it was a good idea.”

“I guess I was wrong.” The smaller girl admitted with a smile. “I just didn’t know how you’d react.”

Trixie giggled. “Neither did I. But…thanks for coming up and asking, Lor.”

“Hey, thanks for coming along.”

“Yeah.” Penny nodded with a grin. “Welcome to the non-popular table.”

Trixie laughed softly. “I think I might like it here.”

On the far side of the cafeteria, Rachel had paused in her work to watch the events unfolding with a kind of tired curiosity. When it was over, she shrugged indifferently and turned back to the stack of papers she was busily working her way through, taking an occasional bite out of her sandwich as she did so.

Not too far from the three girls, Timmy Turner turned back to his lunch tray and his pink pencil and green eraser. “Wow, Trixie ditched the popular kids. What’s up with that?”

“Maybe those other two are her friends.” Wanda suggested.

“Yeah, but they’re new! Sure, Lor beat up Francis, but the other one hasn’t done anything…I don’t even know her name.”

“Well, you know that Trixie’s a lot different than she seems. Maybe they know it too.”

“So they’re friends with her like I was when I was Timmantha, huh? Hmmm…” He turned to look at the three of them again thoughtfully.

“My butt’s chapped!” Cosmo complained. Timmy turned back and glared.

“Well, nobody made you turn into my eraser for a pop quiz!”

The popular kids, meanwhile, were deep in conversation about their friend and leader’s odd behavior. “What’s up with her?” Chad asked.

“Yeah.” Tad chimed in with his usual eloquence. “It’s like she’s all…what’s up with her?”

“I don’t know.” Veronica muttered, narrowing her eyes as she looked at the trio. “But I think I’m going to find out.”

[Evil Fairy]

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The New Girls

By Evil Fairy

Chapter 5: Voyeurism For Fun & Profit

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School was letting out for the day, and the students were milling around the hallways as they made their preparations to head home. The buzz of conversation seemed a little more frantic and chaotic than usual, and as Veronica walked though the halls among them she didn’t need to eavesdrop to know what they were talking about. Trixie’s sudden defection from the popular table had hit the social structure like a firecracker on an anthill, and nobody seemed to know where they stood anymore.

Neither did Veronica, for that matter. When someone left the popular table and the social strata it represented, it was because the four of them, the tip of the popular pyramid, kicked them out. Nobody ditched the table just because they wanted to. Especially not one of the four. And most especially and particularly not Trixie Tang. She was the queen…she was what made the table the popular table. And what made the people who sat there the popular kids. If she sat somewhere else, was that the new popular table? And most frightening of all, did that make the kids at that table the new popular kids?

That was the thought that had Veronica on the prowl as soon as class ended and she could lose her extra baggage. There were tons of kids who had a barrage of questions about the shake-up, and Veronica had killed two birds with one stone by leaving them with Chad and Tad. The boys were too full of themselves not to enjoy the attention, and too stupid to realize they’d been ditched. Again.

Now she was looking for Penny Gadget. Trying to get answers out of Trixie was out of the question…all the tricks Veronica knew, she had learned from her. Lor wasn’t an option either. Honestly, Veronica was more than a little scared of the jock, especially after the beat-down she had handed Francis. But Penny…Veronica didn’t know where the pigtailed girl had come from, but it seemed to have left her terribly naïve. She was painfully shy too, another thing that worked in Veronica’s favor. When she found Penny, she’d probably be alone.

She hoped so, anyway. Veronica had to act fast if she wanted to capitalize on this situation. If a new inner circle was forming, she needed to get into it now, before she became another of Trixie’s castoffs. But there was more…Veronica had a feeling that there was something going on that Trixie wanted badly to stay secret. If she could find out what that was…Veronica grinned to herself. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to bring Trixie Tang down once and for all and crown a new queen.

And luck was with her, because as she turned a corner she saw her quarry darting into an empty classroom to avoid a group of kids coming in the other direction. Veronica stayed out of sight until they passed by her and then she walked over to the classroom where little Penny hid, all alone and very vulnerable.

As for Penny herself, she had gone to the back of the room and slumped into a chair, not bothering to turn the lights on. She was just glad to get a moment alone, away from her new and unwelcome celebrity and all the questions that had come with it. She had known this town was kind of nuts, but she hadn’t realized how deep it went…kids were panicking out there, trying to figure out what the new social order was. One small group had even formed around Mark Chang, who had decided to name himself the new ‘dominant sentient being’ and ‘conquer the knowledge transfer facility…chyeah.’

She was supposed to meet Lor and Trixie outside, but she really needed to let the halls empty out a little more first. She really wasn’t used to this, and it wasn’t all the attention, though that was equally unwelcome. No, it was everything…up till now it had all been tutors and tiny private schools, the better to keep MAD away from her. She was all alone, she had just been flung into the deep end of the public school experience, and she did not know how to swim.

The classroom door suddenly opened, and Penny sat up straight, another sigh escaping her lips. The lights flicked on, and she blinked in surprise when she recognized her guest…

“Hi Penny!” The cheerleader chirped brightly, lifting her arm high and giving her a little wave. “I thought that was you ducking in here. Hiding from the crowds?” She asked sympathetically, tilting her head to the side. Penny blushed brightly, and Veronica giggled before whispering conspiratorally, “Don’t be embarrassed…I hid too.” She hopped up on a desk nearby and for a moment Penny’s eyes were irresistibly drawn up the curve of her incredible thigh as it was revealed beneath the pink skirt. She looked away quickly, but she thought she saw Veronica looking back with a strange expression. The moment passed.

“It’s hard isn’t it?” Veronica continued, that sympathetic look back in place. “Everything was so quiet last week, and now all this.” She leaned back on her hands and looked up at the ceiling. “It’s all changing around.” She looked back at Penny with a friendly smile. “Wanna talk about it? I know where they have, like, the best ice cream.”

The sudden offer caught Penny by surprise. “Well…I…I said I’d meet Lor and Trixie outside.”

“Oh really?” For just a second, both Veronica’s smile and tone seemed to turn nasty, but it changed back so quickly that Penny thought it was just her imagination. “Well that’s no problem!” She said perkily, “I’ll just text Trixie and tell her you stepped out with me. She’ll be fine.”

“Well hey there you two!” Both girls spun around to look at the door. Trixie was standing there wearing a smile that Penny knew was fake and seemed, in fact, downright frosty. Veronica didn’t seem to know the difference though. “What’s going on?”

“Just girl talk.” Veronica replied with an even chillier smile.

“Veronica wanted to grab some ice cream with me.” Penny said softly. Trixie lifted her eyebrows and her almond-shaped eyes seemed to sparkle for a moment.

“You’re just too nice!” She gushed at Veronica. “That’s so sweet of you, Veronica, really.” Her eyes flickered back to Penny and her smile turned sly in a way that made the blood rush to Penny’s cheeks. “But I was going to let Penny and Lor have another taste of my cherry pie.”

Penny’s eyes widened and she could feel her cheeks getting redder. As Trixie led her away, she officered no resistance. “I didn’t know you could cook.” Veronica said as they headed to the door, unable to keep a little sullenness out of her voice.

Trixie grinned as she spoke glibly over her shoulder. “Oh trust me…my pie is just incredible. But I don’t share it with just anyone.” Penny immediately clapped her hands over her mouth to stifle a sudden fit of giggles. Trixie hustled her out of the room and let the door swing shut behind them as they hurried through the now-empty halls.

Veronica remained where she was, her smile sliding away as her exquisitely manicured fingernails began drumming on the desktop she sat on. “Okay…now I know something’s up.” She grumbled. “And if that…that bitch thinks she can just ditch me, well…” Hopping to her feet, she strode out of the room. But not before she paused by the wastebasket and threw something from her pack into it. It was her Trixie wig.

Trixie and Penny, meanwhile, had joined Lor outside the school. “Hi Penny!” Lor said from where she stood, leaning against the wall. “What kept you?”

“Penny ran into Veronica.” Trixie said, her voice tinged with a bit of irony. “She wanted to take Penny somewhere and have a little chat.”

”Oh really?” Lor said, now sounding suspicious herself. Penny bit her lip and looked from one girl to the other.

“I think she was just being nice.” She offered hesitantly. “I was actually thinking that…we might…invite her to come…with us.” Her voice trailed off as she saw the other two looking at her. Trixie suddenly enveloped her in a warm hug.

“Oh, you are just adorable.” She cooed, “How did you stay this innocent?” Lor chuckled, and Penny blushed brightly. Trixie took a quick look around to make sure she was alone, and gave the small girl a quick kiss on the cheek before releasing her. “She wasn’t being nice.” She said softly. “She wants to know what’s going on…she might even want to do something to make you look bad so that I wouldn’t be your friend anymore.”

“Do you really think she’d do that?” Penny asked, a little sadly.

“There’s nothing as dangerous as a popular girl who’s worried she might not be popular anymore.” Lor remarked, and Penny sighed.

“I guess you two are probably right. But I still think you should trust Veronica a little more.” She said to Trixie. “She’s supposed to be your best friend, right?”

Trixie’s mouth quirked. “Right…” She sighed herself, then clapped her hands. “Well, what do you girls say to a little trip to the mall? We have a lot of work to do!” Neither Lor nor Penny really knew what Trixie meant by that, but the mall seemed like a pretty good idea.

Unfortunately, none of them realized that they were being spied on, and their plans had been overheard.

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Some time later, Trixie was holding up a dark blue skirt, looking from it and back to Lor, who was looking back with an increasingly puzzled expression. “What do you think?” Trixie finally asked. Lor blinked in surprise.

”Uh…it’s fine…I guess…”

Penny was leaning against a shelf a short distance away. “Hey guys,” She said, “I’m getting kind of hungry, and we’ve been at this for awhile now.”

Trixie giggled and placed the skirt in the impressive stack of clothing she had already gathered. “Alright Penny. Just one more outfit and we can go. I think you’d look good in violet.” She saw Lor and Penny give each other a funny look. “What?”

“Trixie…these aren’t for us, are they?” Penny asked after a short pause.

“Yeah…of course.” Trixie smiled, a little uncertainly, looking from one girl to the other. “If it’s the money, don’t worry about it…I got you covered and I don’t mind giving you guys a little present.”

“It’s not that…” Penny started.

“You want me to wear a skirt.” It wasn’t a question, and Lor’s tone seemed to say everything that needed to be said on the subject.

Trixie laughed a little. “Girls…c’mon. You’re going to have to change your image a little from now on.”

“Why?” Penny asked, looking genuinely perplexed. Lor, on the other hand, didn’t look confused at all. Just a little…disappointed. Trixie shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably, feeling her cheeks beginning to heat up.

“I chose you guys.” Trixie said earnestly, trying to make them understand. “You’re going to be the most popular girls in school. Isn’t that worth wearing a few outfits?”

“I am not wearing any of that.” Lor began hotly, but Penny put a restraining hand on her arm and the tomboy quieted.

“Trixie…we don’t really care that much about being popular.” Penny said gently. “I thought you knew that.”

“Oh come on you guys!” Trixie said perkily. “Don’t be so silly.” She quickly snatched the skirt off the top of the pile and put it back. Both girls noticed her hands were starting to shake violently. “If you don’t like the skirts, that’s fine. You could totally pull off shorts, Lor. And jeans can work too, but we need to go to another store to get the good ones. Maybe we can hit it before we go to the food court. Oh, they have some of the cutest tops there too…if you don’t want a skirt, we can probably hook you up there too, Penny. And then after we eat there’s this other store…”

“Um…Trixie…” Penny reached out and timidly touched the Asian girl’s shoulder. Trixie spun around so fast that Penny flinched a little. The glassy smile remained in place, but her bright blue eyes were filling with tears. The blonde girl quickly looked around. Nobody was looking their way yet. “Alright…Lor?” She glanced at the taller girl and jerked her head at the pile of clothing. Lor nodded and picked it up. Together they hustled Trixie into a fitting room and sat her on a bench, sitting down on either side of her.

Trixie crossed her ankles demurely and folded her hands in her lap before promptly bursting into tears. Lor looked incredibly uncomfortable and almost stood back up, but a quick, hard look from Penny kept her in her seat. The small girl slid an arm around Trixie’s shoulders and hugged her close. “Shhh…Trixie, it’s okay. Really, it’s okay.”

”Yeah…” Lor awkwardly patted her friend on her arm. “Hey…I didn’t mean to…I mean…”

Trixie sniffed. “No…no, it’s okay.” She rubbed her eyes and shook out her dark hair. “Sorry about that.” She smiled wanly at her friends. “I don’t know what got into me.” She ran a shaky hand through her hair. “I guess I just kind of freaked out.”

“That’s fine.” Penny smiled and brushed a little lock of hair out of Trixie’s face. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Trixie nodded and sniffed again, and Lor handed her something soft from the pile she brought in. “I just didn’t think you guys would react like that.” She said, wiping her eyes. She looked down at what she was holding and laughed a little. “But look at this…” It was a pale blue crop top with a tiny fringe of lace at the bottom. “This was for you, Lor.” She giggled at the other girl’s expression on distaste. “I’m sorry. I am.”

“S’okay.” Lor murmured. She leaned back against the wall. “So…what do you wanna do, Trixie?”

“What do you mean?”

“Me and Penny might not wanna be popular, but we’re your friends.” Lor stressed. “Believe me, I know how important that is.”

“Right.” Penny softly picked up the thread. “So if you want, we can just go back to the old way. We don’t mind if you’d rather hang out with Veronica and the boys at school.” She smiled. “As long as we get to hang out with the real you the rest of the time.”

“The real me, huh?” Trixie let out a long breath and slumped against the wall. “Until you guys showed up I sort of forgot there was a real me.” She smirked and closed her eyes. “And you know, I didn’t have any fun today. All I really wanted to do was hang out with you.”


“Yeah, I noticed.” Lor chuckled a bit. “That’s one reason I came to get you…you looked about ready to kill Veronica.”

Penny reached over and gave Trixie’s hand a squeeze. “Whatever makes you happy, we’ll be okay with it. We’re your friends.” Her cheeks flushed a little as she leaned in and gave her a long, soft kiss. And as soon as she was finished, Lor gently tilted Trixie’s face towards her and did the same. “And then some.” Penny added with a breathless giggle as she watched the kiss.

Trixie opened her eyes as she felt Lor’s lips leave hers. She smiled. “So, basically I gotta choose between hanging out with a group that annoys me now to try and keep something for reasons I don’t remember anymore…or I hang out with you guys.” She slid her fingers up through Lor’s hair and pulled her in for another kiss. “Tough choice. I guess I’ll kinda miss being popular though.”

Penny stood up and walked over to the half door that closed the dressing room and pulled in the bolt, locking it tight. “Even if you aren’t the ‘perfect’ popular girl, I think you’ll still be pretty popular, Trixie.” She said as she turned to face the other two.

“Yeah…” Trixie said hesitantly. “Thanks Penny. I guess I…” Her voice trailed off as Penny pulled her shirt off and tossed it to side with a grin.

“Like you two weren’t thinking it.” She whispered, lightly kicking her shoes off.

“I…wasn’t.” Trixie protested weakly, looking over at Lor, who was blushing with a faint smile.

“I was.” The tomboy admitted with a smile as she slid an arm around Trixie’s shoulder and placed a hand on her thigh. “But it’s all her fault.” She whispered into Trixie’s ear before lightly taking her earlobe between her teeth.

“Mmmh…” Trixie tilted her head towards Lor and slid lower in her seat, spreading her legs invitingly. “This doesn’t seem like a good idea.”

“Oh, I agree. This is a horrible idea.” Penny agreed in a whisper as she knelt down between Trixie’s legs and cradled one of them in her hands. She softly brushed her lips and tongue against the soft, smooth skin just under her knee. “Totally horrible.”

“The worst.” Lor murmured languidly as her hungry mouth found Trixie’s neck. As the Asian girl felt the hot, wet mouth sucking hard on her tender flesh her own mouth fell open and she made a sound like a surprised kitten.

“No hickeys!” She managed to gasp out, then made the sound again as she felt Lor’s teeth biting into her.

“Are you sure you want her to stop?” Penny asked as she slid her hands up Trixie’s thighs, flipping up her skirt and revealing her rose-pink panties. There was already a wide wet spot on the crotch. “Oh no…looks like Trixie is all horny.” Penny said in a teasing little sing-song. “Am I right?”

“Yesss…” She hissed. Lor lashed her tongue over the imprints her teeth had made in the soft, white skin, and Trixie brought one hand up to cup Lor’s cheek and the other to squeeze her own breast through her shirt. “Trixie’s so horny…” She whimpered.

Penny sat back on her heels, her fingers idly rubbing against her nipples through her small bra as she watched Trixie writhe in the throes of frustrated lust under Lor’s mouth and tongue. The wet spot had grown, and as Trixie squeezed her thighs together rhythmically Penny could see her inner thighs soaked with her juice.

“Mmm…that’s nice.” Penny murmured, sliding one hand into her pants to play with her own wet pussy.

“Hey, no fair.” Lor said, still licking and sucking. “You have work to do, little girl.”

“I’m sorry.” Penny said with a sigh, removing her hand from her pants. Her fingers glistened, and she held them up to the other two girls and they both lapped them clean hungrily. “Nice and clean!” She said brightly.

“Please….pleeease…” Trixie said in a moan that was very close to a sob, thrusting her hips up vainly towards Penny.

Lor had eased her assault somewhat, not just gently kissing and licking her way over Trixie’s skin. One of her hands had slipped up Trixie’s shirt and had pushed up her bra so that she could stroke her fingers over her small breasts. “Better hurry, Penny.” She advised with a smile. “We don’t have a lot of time before someone checks on us, and I think she might just explode if we stop now.” Trixie mewled helplessly in agreement.

Penny chuckled and nodded. “Alright.” With exaggerated care and slowness, she peeled Trixie’s now completely soaked panties off of her pussy and down her legs. She settled between the other girl’s legs once again and leaned slowly in. Trixie’s legs shook with strain and anticipation as Penny approached.

When she was just a few inches away, Penny dove in with a suddenness that made Trixie jump, opening her mouth wide and engulfing Trixie’s creaming pussy, her tongue stabbing out again and again in long, thick strokes.

With Penny eating her aching pussy like she was starving, Trixie could already feel herself starting to come. She sucked in a huge breath, but before she could release it Lor quickly clamped her mouth over hers and plunged her tongue into Trixie’s mouth, muffling her squeals into a series of short, high-pitched squeaks. Penny felt Trixie’s creamy thighs clamp tightly around her head as girl cum soaked her cheeks. The Asian girl’s cunt seemed to suck Penny’s tongue into it as the muscles spasmed again and again.

Finally Trixie released her, and Penny fell backward, her chest heaving and her cheeks bright red. Her face was sopping with cum and sweat, and her bangs were matted against her forehead. She licked her lips and fondled her tits, feeling like she had come a little herself while her face was buried in Trixie’s gushing sex.

Trixie and Lor continued to make out wildly on the bench above her, sucking on each other’s tongues. When she had caught her breath somewhat Penny propped herself up on her elbows and looked up at them and cleared her throat. “Oh ladies…” She called softly. With a final soft moan they separated, a long thread of saliva stretching between their lips.

“You need to clean up.” Lor chuckled at the pigtailed girl.

“You guys aren’t much better.” Penny giggled. Both girls were deeply flushed and their hair was beyond mussed. She struggled back up into a sitting position and crossed her legs. “I think we’d better clean up and get out of here.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Trixie replied, a supremely satisfied smile on her face. She stood, smoothing down her skirt. “Can I get my panties back?”

“Nah.” Penny reached back and grabbed her shirt. Lor laughed at the surprised expression on Trixie’s face. “I think I’ll keep them.”

“But…I…” Trixie started to blush, and Penny smiled evilly.

“You look so hot right now…I think the air might cool you down.” She folded up Trixie’s damp panties and slid them into the cup of her bra before pulling her shirt on.

Lor kissed Trixie’s cheek. “It’s just a little walk through the mall and then the drive back.” She murmured with a chuckle. “C’mon…she looks so happy, and I gotta admit, I love the idea of you wearing nothing under that little white thing.”

Trixie blushed again and sighed. “Fine.” She grumbled, but the corners of her mouth kept twitching upward. The three girls managed to make themselves look presentable and quickly left the dressing room before anybody noticed the thick smell of sex that hung over it.

Several minutes after they left, Veronica peeked out of the adjoining stall to make sure she was alone. Before she left, she took out her cell phone with a gleeful smile and ran through the pictures she had just taken, unable to stop her sniggering. “Oh, she’s done.” She whispered, a truly bitchy expression on her face. “When I’m done, Trixie’s gonna have to leave the country…provided she doesn’t just drop dead from the humiliation.” As she left the mall, she turned quite a few heads as her chuckles developed into full blown super-villain laughter.

[Evil Fairy]

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The New Girls

By Evil Fairy

Chapter Six: Preparing for the Game

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The doors to the school bus slid open. “Boys and girls, stand and be amazed. Now entering the bus…” As Trixie stepped on board she made a slicing motion across her throat and the bus driver trailed off. “Never mind.” He turned back to the steering wheel. Trixie walked down the aisle, ignoring the chorus of speculative whispers that greeted her entrance. Lor was already on board just a few seats from the front, and to the back was her old running crew, Veronica looking at her expectantly.

With just a moment’s hesitation and the tiniest twinge of guilt, Trixie took a seat next to Lor. “Hey.” Lor said by way of greeting.

“Good morning.” Both girls looked at each other with a muffled grin. Trixie broke and asked the question first. “Did you happen to…?”

”Check my email this morning?” Lor actually blushed and grinned wider. “Yeah…I did. You know, Penny’s awfully lucky none of my brothers were sneaking around my room this morning.”

Penny had apparently gotten bored in her solitary apartment last night and decided to play with her camera a little. When Trixie and Lor had opened their inboxes, there had been a handful of emails from Penny with the innocent enough subject “Good Morning!” The content, however, was anything but innocent. All the emails but one were stuffed with pictures of Penny, Penny on her bed, Penny on her couch, Penny on her kitchen table. Penny in her underwear, Penny naked from the waist up, the waist down and just plain naked.

The last one had been even better. Rather than pictures, it held a short, silent video file of Penny dressed in a uniform from one of the schools she had attended, a dark blue blazer and tie, small blue cap, storm gray pleated skirt and long white stockings with black Mary Janes. With a grin and a wave, the small blonde girl began a striptease to unheard music that left her wearing only her stockings, her tie and her cap. When she was finished, she settled in a chair behind her, spreading her legs wide and giving her viewers an excellent view of her smooth, wet pussy.

She held up one hand and carefully licked her fingers all over. As Lor had watched that, she had unconsciously mirrored that action. Then Penny slid her hand down her torso, leaving a shining trail of saliva behind it. She closed her eyes and smiled in a way that almost seemed demure as she began playing with herself. With her one free hand, she reached over and held up a small handwritten sign that read ‘Thinking Of You.’ And the video faded out.

“So,” Trixie asked, “Did you…y’know…” She made a twiddling motion with two of her fingers. Lor blushed bright red and she looked down at her chest.

“Did you?” She asked after a moment. Trixie smiled kindly at her friend’s embarrassment.

“Of course I did.” She giggled a little at the surprise on Lor’s face. “But then, I usually end up doing it most mornings. It was just a little more…fun this time around.” She gently jabbed Lor’s side with her elbow. “Come on, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You know every single girl on this bus does it sometimes. And the boys…feh! From what I understand, it’s a miracle they do anything else.”

“Well…” Lor looked down at her hands. “I usually do it at night. But,” she glanced over at Trixie with a shy smile. “I guess I made an exception this morning.”

The bus slowed to a halt and the doors opened. Lor’s heart sank as she recognized the girl who got on board, and sank down a little further as that girl caught sight of Lor. She tried to meet Rachel’s icy gaze, but as she walked past her seat, Lor was forced to slide her eyes away guiltily.

“Did it get colder in here or what?” Trixie murmured after the other girl had passed them by. “I’m guessing that’s Rachel.” Lor and Penny had related the story of their run in with the newest girl to Dimmesdale Middle School when they had told her about the rest of their ‘adventure’ at school yesterday.

“Yeah, that’s her alright.”

“She sort of reminds me of someone.” Trixie tilted her head at the odd smile Lor was giving her. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.” She sighed again.

“So what happened between the two of you, anyway?” Trixie glanced over her shoulder at Rachel, sitting alone on the other side of the aisle a few seats back. She was deep in conversation on her cell. “You really used to be friends?”

“Other than Tino, Tish and Carver, she was probably the best friend I ever had.” Lor replied in a low voice. “And she knew things about me that not even they knew. Then, about three years ago…” She puffed out her cheeks and sighed. “Like I said, we had a fight.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Trixie asked, hoping her burning curiosity didn’t leak too much into her voice.

Lor smirked. “You know, I kind of do. But I can’t.” She chuckled a little at Trixie’s crestfallen face. “I’m sorry Trixie, but I really can’t. It’s not because I don’t trust you, I promise.”

Trixie looked perplexed. “If you trust me, and you want to talk about it, why can’t you?”

“Rules are rules.” Lor replied enigmatically. “But she…well…she did something.” The tomboy was blushing again, and Trixie had a flash of insight as to what that ‘something’ might have been. “She did something, and I overreacted. And because of that, I did something. I sort of abandoned her, when I think she really needed me. And I guess she never let that go.”

“That really sucks.” Trixie said softly. “Do you think you should try to apologize?”

”I tried, once. She didn’t wanna hear it.” Lor stared out the window. “Maybe I should try again,” she muttered, mostly to herself, “but it’s going to be too late soon. And after that it won’t even matter anymore.” With that cryptic statement Lor fell into a brooding silence. After a moment, Trixie surreptitiously slipped a hand into hers. The blonde girl looked over at her in mild surprise and then smiled gratefully. She gave Trixie’s hand a little squeeze in return, and the bus ride continued peacefully.

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The two girls met up with Penny, who usually took a different bus, when they arrived. They met at a small side door into the school with a short brick staircase leading up to it. “Hi guys!” She greeted them with an almost convincing smile of innocence. “Have a nice morning?”

Trixie put one hand on her hip and wagged her finger at the small girl accusingly. “You almost made us late, Miss Penny.”

Penny laughed a little and flicked one of her pigtails offhandedly. “Hey, I didn’t make you do anything.” She crossed her arms and tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Are you two saying you just couldn’t control yourselves?” Lor blushed sharply, and even Trixie’s cheeks got a little pinker.

But both girls smiled and looked at each other. “Yeah…I guess we are.” Trixie said as they looked back. “But we’re going to get you back.”

”Yeah.” Lor chimed in, taking a step forward. “And then we’ll see if you can…control yourself.”

”I can’t wait…” Penny almost purred. Just then the bell rang. All three girls sighed. “Alright…guess we’d better go.” The three of them turned and entered the building. They had no idea they had been overheard.

Timmy Turner was blushing where he crouched beside the stairs leading up to the door the girl had just entered. Cosmo and Wanda popped up right next to him. “That kind of sounded like…” he began.

”It sure did.” Wanda said thoughtfully.

“You don’t think…”

“Well, that Lor girl is pretty butch…”

“Pickles!” Wanda and Timmy turned to stare at Cosmo. “Want one?”

“Anyway, I’m gonna be late.” Timmy stood and his godparents poofed out. He walked off towards the school’s front doors, and so failed to see Veronica stepping out from behind the tree on the other side of the stairs.

“Oh, I can’t wait!” She mocked, then stuck her tongue out. “Ugh, gag me.” She hunched over, wringing her hands together manically. “Well have your ‘fun’ girls…the party will be over soon! Mwa ha ha ha!” She straightened up. “Wow that felt good! Maybe I should get a cape or something.”

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The school day passed fairly uneventfully. For Trixie, it was the most enjoyable time she had had at school for a very long time…no sniping, no mind-numbing chatter with the boys, plenty of laughs and lots and lots of groping when there was nobody looking. She even tried for a repeat of Penny and Lor’s escapade from yesterday, but none of the restrooms would stay empty long enough.

She and Lor managed to get out of their final period a little early and headed right to Penny’s classroom, the better to catch the inexperienced girl before Veronica could try and get to her again. “So what do you want to do today?” Trixie asked as they waited by the door. “To the mall?” she smiled slyly. “Or maybe we could just head back to Penny’s place for awhile.”

Lor puffed her cheeks out and ran her fingers through her hair. “Nah, I can’t. Football practice. If we win Friday’s game we make it to the playoffs. You guys should go have fun though.”

”Aww…” Trixie gave a teasing little pout. “Don’t worry Lor…I think we can stick around and watch you practice.” She paused. “Say…you must have the girl’s locker room all to yourself when you’re finished, huh?”

A bright blush climbed up Lor’s cheeks and she nodded. “Well…yeah…” Trixie grinned and was about to say something else when her cell phone went off. She rolled her eyes and Lor chuckled sympathetically.

“Just a second.” She flipped the cell open and was silent for a long moment, trying not to betray her reaction at seeing an image of herself in the dressing room yesterday, her tongue shoved down Lor’s throat as Penny went down on her.

Want 2 talk. Come 2 library alone. V. The text message flashed across the screen, and that was it. “Oh…fuck.” Trixie breathed, feeling the blood draining out of her face.

”Trixie? What’s wrong?” She looked up to see Lor looking back at her, a concerned expression on her face.

“I…well…i-it’s my…dad.” Trixie quickly snapped the phone shut. “There’s some kind of emergency.” She started to back up. “He’s waiting for me outside. Gotta go!” She turned and sprinted down the hallway. Lor was about ready to go after her, but at that moment the bell rang and kids started spilling out of the classroom.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Trixie muttered repeatedly under her breath as she dashed down the hall at top speed. How had Veronica gotten that picture? And far more importantly, what was she going to do with it? As she opened the door to the library, she knew she was walking right into a huge trap, but her options were nil.

And there was Veronica, sitting at a table and looking right at her. Biting her lip hard, Trixie walked up and sat down. “Hey Trixie.” Veronica said, a sly smile on her face. “Did you end up buying anything yesterday? You don’t seem too interested in clothes in any of these.” She slid her phone across the table and Trixie picked it up, cycling through the album. It was almost like a flipbook. She slid it back.

“What do you want Veronica?” The blonde cheerleader’s smile turned nasty.

“I want to be you, Trixie. I want to be the prettiest, I want to be the most popular and you are going to make that happen. Unless you want you and your girl-toys’ little party sent to every phone in school.” She leaned back. “But for right now, you just go home. I’ll be there in a little while to tell you exactly what you’re going to be doing for me.”

Trixie just sat there, staring down into her lap. “I’m supposed to meet Penny and watch Lor’s practice.” She offered quietly.

“Whoops! Well, I guess you’re just gonna ditch them, huh? I better not find out you called them either. Don’t stress though,” she winked. “I’ll go keep Penny company for you.”

“What are you gonna do to her?” Trixie asked sharply, half-rising from her seat. Veronica giggled.

“Awww, jealous? Don’t worry, I’m not into that. I’ve seen her checking me out, though…and it’ll be easier to keep you in line if you know I’m hanging out with your little friend.”

Trixie rested her forehead in her hand and tried to hold back the tears of frustration she felt welling up. “I thought we were friends.” She finally said.

“So did I!” Veronica snapped, and though Trixie wasn’t looking, for that moment she looked more sad than angry. “Just…go home Trixie. Do what I say and nobody has to know about any of this.” She stood up and left. A moment later, Trixie, feeling utterly defeated, did the same.

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Some time later Penny was up in the stands around the football field watching the team leaving the locker rooms. One on the helmeted figures waved, and she waved back with a wide smile. Lor took up her position as defensive tackle and Penny looked around, once again wondering what had happened to Trixie. Neither she nor Lor had been able to get ahold of her after she had dashed off.

But as she looked around, she noticed a girl she didn’t recognize climbing up into the bleachers and heading her way. She had brown hair tied back with a bright green ribbon and a fluffy pink blouse with a darker pink skirt. She smiled at Penny, and Penny smiled back, noticing even from this distance that she had an unfortunate tooth situation. “Hi!” The unfamiliar girl said when she got close enough. “Mind if I sit here?”

“Um…sure.” Penny scooted down a bit and the other girl settled down next to her. “I’m Penny.”

“I’m Timmantha…it’s nice to meet you! Actually, I was looking for you…I asked around a little bit and some people told me you’ve been hanging out with Trixie Tang.”

”Oh!” Penny blinked in surprise. “Well…yeah, actually. Me and Lor both have,” she said, pointing down at the field where Lor was tearing through the offensive line. “You know Trixie?”

“Uh-huh…we met awhile ago. We really just spent one day together. But we really hit it off, you know?” She sighed. “But then we had to move away all of a sudden.”

“Oh? Where did you move to?”

”Um…the…Internet?” Penny stared at her. “The Internet…is…what my dad…works for. So we moved to…Silicone Valley?”

“Okay.” Penny shrugged. “I’m sorry she’s not around…I guess her dad called with some kind of emergency and she had to run.”

“That’s too bad.” Timmantha was even shorter than Penny, and she kicked her legs back and forth as they didn’t quite reach the floor. “So…you don’t seem like Trixie’s usual friends.”

Penny smirked. “I think I know more about Trixie than her usual friends.”

“That’s good!” Timmantha smiled. “You know…we actually met because we were trying to get the same comic book.”

“Oh yeah?” Penny suddenly got much more interested. “So you’re not one of her ‘usual’ friend either, are you? You know…”

“Hey Penny!” The unexpected voice came from her other side and made her jump. She spun around to see Veronica standing there. The perky blonde had changed out of her cheerleader uniform and was now wearing a loose white tank top and a very, very tiny pair of pink running shorts. Penny actually felt her mouth water a little as she saw how the top had slipped down one of her shoulders, revealing her bra strap. “Who’s your little friend?” She asked with a sunny smile. “Is she another one of Trixie’s?”


Penny wasn’t sure what she meant by that, so she just nodded. “Well…yeah, I guess so. This is Timmantha.” Timmantha waved a little, looking a bit nervous.

“Oh…” As Veronica looked at her, she suddenly seemed a little uncertain. “Hi Timmantha…” She shook her head a little. “Mind if I hang out with you guys?”

“Sure.” Penny said, patting the seat beside her. Veronica, however, chose to sit on the level directly below Penny, leaning back so that her head was settled right between the pig-tailed girl’s legs. Now Penny felt her mouth going dry as she realized she could see right down the front of Veronica’s shirt.

Veronica looked up at her, and she prayed that her face wasn’t as red as it felt. But from the other girl’s knowing smile… “See something you like?” Veronica asked, lifting her eyebrows.

”Well…that is…” Penny stuttered, and Veronica giggled softly.

“You can look all you want. In fact, maybe I’ll even…let…you…” Veronica had looked to the side and was trailing off, a red flush climbing up her face now. The way Timmantha was sitting, you’d think she’d never worn a skirt before. It had almost ridden up to her waist, giving a clear view of her bright pink panties. Timmantha, who had been watching the two of them with interest, suddenly realized her exposure and yanked her skirt back down with a blush.

Timmantha and Penny looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing. Veronica on the other hand just looked shocked. I’m not actually supposed to LIKE any of this! she thought to herself. What the hell? Something about the diminutive new girl had definitely gotten to her though.

As for Penny, she was trying to think clearly about the situation, recalling Lor and Trixie’s warnings the day before. But since Trixie had introduced her to all of this, she was finding it increasingly difficult not to let her lust do her thinking for her. And with Veronica’s willing attitude… “Let me do what?” She finally asked, an innocent smile on her face. If Veronica wanted to play the tease, she could do that.

“Huh?” Veronica blinked and looked back at Penny. “Um…” She forced a smile that wasn’t quite as confident as it seemed a moment ago. “Maybe…I’ll let you two see a little more.” She looked back to Timmantha. “As much as you want.”

Timmantha’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out. “Are you serious?”

Penny laughed. “Well…I guess we know where she stands.” She took a deep breath. “But Veronica…really, what going on?”

Veronica pouted up at her, leaning back again and spreading her legs wide, letting the tight, thin fabric trace out every curve of her pussy. Penny felt her breath come to a stop. “Come on Penny…don’t you wanna see me?”

With a monumental effort Penny closed her eyes and clenched her fist tight. She took a huge breath. “Yeah, I do…but really, why are you doing this?”

Damn it…she is smart. Veronica sighed and glanced over at Timmantha. “Let me tell you something private.” She said. Penny nodded, and the two of them went down the bench a short distance.

“This is unbelievable!” Timmy breathed, crossing her ankles together. “Did you see that?”

“I saw a cloud that looked like a monkey!” Cosmo said from his position as her bow.

“I’m glad you’re excited.” Wanda said from under Timmy’s skirt. “But maybe next time you should take a bag with you or something so I can be something else. It’s getting kind of steamy down here.” Timmy didn’t respond. “Timmy? Sweetie?”

“Um…Wanda, you might wanna stop talking.” She finally said, a funny expression on her face. “That vibration isn’t helping.”

“Alright look.” Veronica was saying. “I know this is kind of weird. And I know Trixie and Lor probably said that you should stay away from me and everything, right?” Penny didn’t know how to respond to that, so she didn’t. “Right. But I know what you girls have been doing.” As Penny’s eyes widened, Veronica placed a finger over her lips. “It’s not important how I found out. I’m not gonna tell anyone, I promise. The thing is…” She looked away coquettishly. “I…I like you Penny. I really do. So…what do you say?”

Common sense was no match for Penny’s kind nature coupled with her burning desire to take up Veronica’s offer. She looked down at the field. Lor was clearly completely consumed with taking apart her own team’s offensive line…Penny doubted she’d notice they were gone. With a gentle smile, she placed her hand on top of Veronica’s. “Let’s go.”


Veronica smiled back. Sucker! They collected Timmantha, who seemed to be talking to herself for some reason, and Veronica led the two of them back into the school building. The halls were all but empty, and Veronica had the perfect spot. She patted her pocket, reassuring herself that she had her cell phone. This would be the perfect opportunity to get a little more blackmail material.

She had just been planning on vamping Penny a little, just to make sure she had a hold on the girl. But this was an even better plan. And each time she glanced back at Timmantha, she reassured herself that that was the only reason. “Here.” She led them into an empty classroom, this time remembering to turn the latch and lock them in. They got out of sight of the door’s window and Veronica looked at the other two, suddenly feeling not at all sure of herself.

Penny was still giving her that smile. Veronica didn’t like that little smile very much…it didn’t make her feel good about what she was doing. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” She said softly. And Veronica almost took her up on that. But then she glanced back at Timmantha, who was looking at her with rapt expectation. She felt a sudden, hot flush at that look.

I’m gonna make her want me way more than Trixie. It was an odd thought, and not at all what she should have her mind on. Still, it brought a smile back to her face as she turned back to Penny. “But I haven’t shown you these!” She said, cupping her budding breasts and stroking her nipples to make them stand out against the white fabric. “You want to see them, right?” She sat on a desk and turned up her shoulder to her audience, making her shirt and her bra slide down her arm.

Penny licked her lips and sat on a desk in the next row. Timmantha, already breathing heavily, did the same. As soon as she sat down Veronica could see how she was pressing her thighs together rhythmically, and it sent a shiver through her abdomen that went rippling down into her pussy. “Mmm…yeah, you like looking at me.” Veronica murmured, turning back to them and spreading her legs. The fingers of one hand drifted down her chest and between her legs, gently brushing against her lips. A wet spot appeared on the pink fabric.

As for Timmy, she was finding arousal to be a completely different kind of experience with her new set of parts, and one that she had no experience controlling. The hot, wet tingling that she felt buzzing in her clit soon spread through her entire body. And as Veronica used her free hand to finish pulling down her shirt and bra, letting her small creamy breasts bounce free, Timmy couldn’t keep herself from lightly pinching her own nipples to relieve some of the warm aching she felt there.

She threw her head back and let out a huge sigh. “I wish you were licking me!” She moaned, and a similar groan was pulled out of Veronica’s throat.

“Oh, me too!” And Timmy leaned back on her arms and thrust her hips into the air as her godparent enthusiastically granted her wish.

The zipper had long since gone down on Penny’s jeans, which were working their way down her thighs as her fingers diddled her labia through her panties. She certainly wasn’t expecting such a show…Veronica growing more and more bold about bringing herself off in front of her, and cute little Timmantha so excited she seemed ready to get off without any help at all. Still, as steaming hot as this all was, she was realizing that it wasn’t quite as good without Lor or Trixie with her.

The front of Veronica’s shorts were soaked now, and the smell of girl sex was filling up the classroom. She slid her hand beneath the wet scrap of clothing, letting her fingers play over her almost bare sex. She licked her other hand until it glistened with her saliva so she could feel her wet fingers squeezing and stroking her tits. A trail of spit ran down the corner of her lips as she panted in wanton abandon, all thoughts of a plan forgotten as she watched Timmantha writhe with pleasure while she watched her.

Timmy came first, her pussy gushing cum over her diligent panties while her first female orgasm poured over her, the white flash of ecstasy making her arms slip out from beneath her. She fell back hard against the desk, gasping for breath, her pelvis grinding up against the air.

Veronica was next, and she pulled her knees up almost to her chest and pressed down hard on her clit, sucking in a huge breath and letting it out in a long, languid groan. She dug her nails down into the soft white skin of her breast, the little pricks of pain sending jolts of sensation racing up and down her spine. Veronica’s exclamation sent Penny sliding over the edge, and she tensed up and sighed as a quick little climax rippled through her pussy.

For a few moments the only sound was the harsh breath of the three girls as they slowly came down from their collective highs. Abruptly, Veronica sat up straight, her face completely crimson and her eyes wide. “I…I need to go!” She squeaked, fleeing the room.

“Jeez…what got into her?” Timmantha asked between breaths.

“She’s just nervous.” Penny giggled tiredly. “I think it’s kind of cute.”

“Yeah…” The tiny girl slid off the desk and stood straight with a stretch. “I have to go too…I’ll see you soon, okay.”

”Mmmm…” Penny lay back on the desk with a smile. “I’ll be sure and tell Trixie you said hi.”

Timmantha blushed. “Yeah…good…” She departed as well, and Penny was alone, feeling vaguely unsatisfied. She sighed again and got up, heading back to the field to catch what remained of the practice. Lor and, hopefully, Trixie, could certainly take care of her as soon as they got a chance.

Veronica, meanwhile, had sprinted back to the locker rooms where she had left her things. It wasn’t until the door swung shut behind her that she remembered she was running around with a huge wet stain on her shorts. “Oh god…oh god…I don’t think there was anyone out there…oh please god let me be right!”

She peeled her damp clothes off and headed to the shower, eager to get out of here before Lor came in. As the track shorts came down, her forgotten cell phone bounced out of her pocked and she stared at it, amazed at how quickly her plans had been forgotten. And as she thought of what she had done and what she planned to do, a vaguely tired and sick feeling welled up inside her.

“I’m gonna do it.” She muttered without conviction as she dragged herself into the showers. “I’m gonna win…Trixie just can’t beat me now. She can’t.”

[Evil Fairy]

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The New Girls

By Evil Fairy

Chapter Seven: Making the Call

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The following morning as the bell tolled across the school, rendering everyone who wasn’t yet in class tardy, Lor continued to pace around the entrance to the grounds. Penny was late. When they had talked earlier that morning Penny had had to go, saying she had another call. Since then, Lor hadn’t had any luck getting in touch with Miss Gadget, and she was getting worried. After yesterday, Lor wasn’t feeling too good about calls that took her friends away.

Finally, Lor caught sight of blonde pigtails bouncing towards her at high speed. Penny was moving fast, and with how far from the school she lived, Lor was actually very impressed that she had managed to make it there that quickly. “Hey Penny!” She called as she stepped up to meet her. With a worn out smile Penny slowed down and slumped limply into Lor’s arms. “Whoa!” Lor laughed. “Come on, it’s not that far!”

Darting her eyes around to make sure nobody could see, Penny popped up and gave the taller girl a peck on the cheek. “I just needed a hug.” She said, and Lor got the feeling she wasn’t kidding. She lifted Penny up to her feet and gave her a gentle squeeze.

“What’s up?”

”Oh…” Penny sighed. “I just got a…a message about my uncle. I guess things aren’t going good up…I mean out there. I wish there was some way I could get to him.”

Lor smiled encouragingly. “Hey…he’s Inspector Gadget right? Whatever’s going on, I’m sure he can take care of himself.” Penny immediately collapsed against her again, this time in gales of full-bodied laughter. Lor looked down at her, bewildered. “What…what did I say?”

With some effort Penny got herself under control. “Nothing…nothing.” She stood up and disengaged herself from Lor’s arms, taking deep breaths to fight back another giggle fit. “You’re right…Uncle Gadget can take…care…of himself!” She wiped her eyes. “I’m sorry. So, what’s the Trixie situation this morning?”

“Really messed up.” Lor said with a short nod. “You’re right, something’s definitely going on…she didn’t even look at me when she got on the bus this morning, and it looked like she was actually sucking up to Veronica! I haven’t been here much longer than you, but even I know there’s something horribly, horribly wrong with that.”

Penny’s face fell. “So I guess Veronica was just lying yesterday.” She looked so forlorn that Lor couldn’t keep herself from reaching out and cupping the other girl’s cheek in her palm to comfort her.

“You’re really sweet, you know?” Penny smiled shyly back up at her. “Look, I’m not saying Veronica’s a super-villain or anything…she’s just kinda being a bitch. And we’ve gotta get Trixie away from her.”

“Yeah…” Penny sighed regretfully. “So what do you think we should do?”

“I’ve been thinking about that. I’m gonna see if Trixie won’t meet me in the locker room after practice…it should be nice and private in there. And if you’re up for it, I think you should hook up with Veronica again. It’ll keep her busy while I’m with Trixie, and you might be able to get something out of her…” Lor gave the other girl a teasing smile. “If you can keep your pants on, anyway.”

Penny stuck her tongue out at Lor. “Oh yeah right…like you and Trixie alone in a locker room aren’t going to be all over each other. Try to talk a little bit, okay?”

Lor laughed. “Yeah, yeah…we’re bad girls, aren’t we?” Penny smiled at her duskily and slid her arms around her waist.

“Really bad…” She tilted her face up, and Lor eagerly accepted the invitation, pressing her lips to Penny’s and slipping her tongue into her mouth, pulling a gentle moan from deep in the smaller girl’s throat. It was only when a passing car honked at the two of them that they separated, both blushing furiously.

“Come on…we’re so late.” Lor said, glancing back at the school. Penny grinned at her.

“Wanna just go back to my place and fool around until you have to come back for practice?” Lor was too shocked and, to be honest, tempted by the suggestion to say anything, and just stared at her until Penny burst out in laughter. “Alright, alright…we’ll save it until Trixie can join us, okay?” She winked, and Lor smiled a little and nodded.

“You know…you’re a lot different than how I thought you’d be. You seem like…such a good girl.”

Penny blushed a little and smiled slyly. “Oh…if you give me a chance I’ve always been good at getting into trouble.” She headed towards the school gate with a slow stride that drew Lor’s eyes inescapably to her tight little ass, deliciously swaying back and forth in an embrace of tight green denim.

Suddenly Penny stopped and looked back over her shoulder. “I almost forgot…what about that Timmantha girl?” She smiled as she saw how the distracted Lor had to shake her head and blink a couple of times before answering.

“Oh…yeah. Sorry, I haven’t seen her around. But I’ll look for her.”

Penny nodded. “Alright.” She smiled teasingly. “Come on Lor…we’re gonna be late, remember?” Lor laughed in return and followed her in.

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Once school let out Lor headed straight for practice. She shared a single nod with Penny as they both went to their respective missions. Via con Dios, Lor thought as they passed each other in the hall. She still didn’t feel too good about sending Penny out to distract Veronica…it was obvious she wasn’t comfortable with all this cutthroat stuff, and Lor was still worried that Penny’s obvious lust towards Veronica would make her more willing to trust the manipulative cheerleader.

Finding a quiet hallway, Lor leaned against the wall and closed her eyes to ease her building headache. She really hoped this could all be over soon…she didn’t like this kind of thing either. All she could hope for was that Trixie got the note she slipped into her locker. She sighed a bit and open her eyes, just in time to se Rachel hurry by her. Without thinking, the tomboy called out to her. “Hey, Rache!”

Rachel came to reluctant stop and turned around, an irritated and impatient expression on her face. “What, Lor?”

Lor hurried over to her. She really hadn’t meant to say anything, but now that she had she wasn’t sure how to proceed. “Um…hi…” She said awkwardly. Rachel rolled her eyes.

“Lor, look, I’m really busy, you know? So if this isn’t important…” She began to turn away.

“Yeah…I know how busy you must be.” Another kid in a dark suit and sunglasses appeared at the end of the hall, and Rachel nodded at him to wait. Lor took a deep breath. “I just wanted to say…I’m sorry. I’m sorry and I was wondering if we could talk sometime…when you’re not so busy.”

Rachel’s brown eyes softened just a little and she sighed as she turned away. “My ride’s here.”

“Rache?”

Rachel glanced back over her shoulder. “Maybe, Lor…I’ve got a lot to think about.” She joined the kid at the end of the hallway and they both left Lor alone.

With a slight shrug Lor went the other way, headed for the locker rooms. “Well, I tried,” she muttered. It was with a grateful smile that she opened her locker and pulled out all her football gear. She pulled her hair back in a tail and suited up. While she was on the field she could just zone out…no evil cheerleaders, no angry ex-partners, just the sheer joy of slamming a quarterback into the dirt.

Which she did quite a bit that afternoon. “Come on you guys!” She pulled her helmet off and shouted at her team’s offensive line as they helped a rather shaky QB to his feet. “Get it together!”

“What’s the point MacQuarrie?” One of the runningbacks asked with a grin. “You’re gonna kill their quarterback before halftime.” Everyone laughed, and Lor joined in.

“You still gotta score once.” She laughed, looking around the field. A bit of movement caught her eye, and she looked at the bleachers. To her surprise, she saw a somber-faced Trixie there in the shadows beneath the stands. She smiled and waved and Trixie gave a somewhat half-hearted wave back. Lor nodded in satisfaction. I guess she got it.

“Okay guys.” She said, pulling her helmet down again. “Let’s make some noise!”

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Practice ended, and the team headed back to the locker rooms, confident in their ability to annihilate Brightburg Junior High in two days. Lor hurried to the girl’s locker room, not sure how long Trixie would be able to stick around. She removed her helmet and ran a hand through her sweat-damp hair.

The door swung open behind her, and Lor turned with an expectant smile, not at all surprised to see Trixie coming in and turning the latch, locking the door behind her. “Hiya.” She said softly.

“I…I’m really sorry I’ve been ignoring you and Penny.” Trixie said, looking at the ground.

“It’s Veronica, huh?” Trixie looked up, a slightly shocked expression on her face. Lor smirked. “Come on, it wasn’t that hard to figure out.”


Trixie sagged back against the door in relief. “Oh, God! I wanted to tell you guys but Veronica said she’d send those pictures all over school if I did.”

Lor tilted her head. “What pictures?”

“Well, when we were in that dressing room Monday…” Trixie quickly related the story.

Lor nodded thoughtfully once she was finished. “Pictures, huh…?” She noticed Trixie glancing nervously at the clock. “What’s the matter now?”

“Veronica told me to go home after school and stay there. If she decides to check up on me I’m screwed.”

Lor waved a dismissive hand “I wouldn’t worry about that for awhile…Penny went to distract her.” Trixie’s mouth dropped open in shock.

“Penny? You let Penny go distract Veronica?” Lor laughed a little.

“Yeah, I’m kinda nervous about it too, but Penny had a little adventure of her own yesterday.” Lor quickly sketched out the story Penny had related to her, and at the end Trixie looked somewhat mollified…and a little excited as well.

“Timmantha? She was really there yesterday?”

”Yeah.” Lor nodded. “So you really do know her?”

”Uh-huh! She was really cool, but then she just dropped off the face of the earth. I always wondered what happened to her.” She smiled. “I guess…given all that…Penny might be okay.”

“That’s what I figured.” Lor replied. She gave a little chuckle. “Things sure can’t get much worse.”

Impulsively, Trixie gave Lor a tight hug. “Thanks Lor…I don’t know what I would have done if you guys weren’t around.”

Moving awkwardly because of the pads she was still wearing, Lor hugged her back. “Well, I don’t think Veronica would have gotten those pictures, for one thing.”

Trixie giggled. “Maybe not. But it was fun, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah…” They stood like that for a few moments, then Lor blinked as she felt Trixie’s hands sliding up and down the exposed small of her back. “Trixie, I’m all sweaty!” She protested, stiffening a little as she felt Trixie’s face pressing against her neck.

“Mmmm…” The dark-haired girl inhaled deeply. “I know…” Her tongue snaked out against Lor’s neck, causing her to shudder. “Salty.” Trixie said teasingly.

“Trixie?” Trixie stepped back and Lor could see a deep flush on her cheeks and her chest heaving with her heavy breaths.

The popular girl reached out and daintily ran her fingers over Lor’s shoulder pads. “I…um…” Trixie let out a breathless little giggle. “I like how you smell.” Lor felt her cheeks grow warmer.

“You do?” Lor asked in surprise. Trixie nodded and hooked her fingers into the waist of Lor’s pants, yanking their hips together.

“Yeah…” She whispered, sliding her hands over the t-shirt Lor wore beneath the pads to the laces that held them in place. “All hot and sweaty…mmm…I love it.”

“I don’t know if this is a good idea…” Lor said hesitantly, putting her hands over Trixie’s. In response, the Asian girl simply dropped her hands to Lor’s ass, squeezing it as she rolled her hips hard against the other girls.

“Come on baby…” She murmured in a pouty little voice. “I’ve been all pent up since yesterday, and your smell is just driving me crazy.” She leaned in and ran her tongue over Lor’s lips. “Don’t you think I should have a little fun?”

Lor smiled a little nervously. “Well…you’ve had a bad couple of days…” She allowed, moving back a little and arching her back out to give better access to the laces. “I guess…you could help me with this.”

Trixie smiled seductively, her long fingers quickly picking apart the knots and sending the pads sliding to the concrete floor over Lor’s slim shoulders. The shirt beneath was soaked, turning the white fabric transparent in places and making it cling to the dark sports bra she wore beneath.

Trixie took a single, shuddering breath and literally threw herself against Lor, shoving her tongue into the tomboy’s mouth and yanking her t-shirt up. They separated for just a moment so that the dark-haired girl could pull the shirt completely off and toss it carelessly to the side. Trixie grabbed Lor by the straps of her sports bra and pulled her close, her tongue running over her teeth as she kept looking from Lor’s chest to her face. “I need you Lor.” She said in an urgent groan. “Do me right here on the locker room floor, okay?”

“Okay.” Lor whispered, nodding dazedly. Trixie pressed against her, kissing her deeply once again. As their tongues wrestled for dominance, Lor felt Trixie’s leg coming up against her side, and reflexively put her hands under the other girl’s white skirt, squeezing her soft, supple ass through her panties. The popular girl immediately brought her other leg up, hooking her ankles behind Lor’s back and making her stagger back against the wall for support.

Their mouths separated with a wet smack as Lor began to sink to the floor. Lor lifted her arms above her head to allow Trixie to tear her sports bra off and throw the wet scrap of fabric away. When they hit the ground, Lor pulled off Trixie’s shirt so fast she could hear the seams straining. They began to make out frantically again, Trixie bucking her hips against Lor again and again as she sucked the breath right out of the blonde jock.

“Tell me I’m pretty!” She said as she tore her lips away for a moment. Her mussed ebony hair cascaded down, framing her lust-crazed face as one of her bra straps slipped down her shoulder and left a perfect white breast open to view.

“You’re pretty.” Lor breathed. “You’re gorgeous…” With a deft flick of her fingers she unclasped Trixie’s bra and removed the bit of white lace. She leaned forward, pushing Trixie back onto the floor as the other girl reached down and undid the clasp to Lor’s pants. As Trixie sucked and bit her way all across Lor’s neck, the two girls kicked off their shoes and quickly wriggled out of what clothes they had left.

Lor pulled herself up and put a hand under her breast, putting her nipple to Trixie’s lips. “Suck!” She gasped harshly, and Trixie quickly obeyed, wrapping her lips around the dark pink flesh and digging the tip of her tongue against it as she sucked it hard. Lor folded her arms around Trixie’s head and rolled over slowly so that Trixie was on top.

The Asian diva pulled herself up so she was straddling Lor’s waist, letting her hands roam up and down Lor’s chest and stomach. “I want to lick you all over.” She moaned, and Lor arched her back up into Trixie’s fingers and stretched her arms back behind her head.

“Mmmm…” She sighed languidly. “You better get to work then.” With a sly smile Trixie came down again, her tongue licking in long, slow strokes over Lor’s neck and down to the hollow of her shoulder. Lor’s eyes flew open in shocked surprise as she felt that hot, wet tongue slip over and down to her underarm. Sucking in a deep breath, she automatically began to pull her arms down, but Trixie’s hands came up to hold them in place. Lor was much stronger than the other girl, but Trixie’s licking at the sensitive flesh of her underarm was sending such intense flashes of ticklish pleasure through her body that she couldn’t fight against it.

“Oh God Trixie stop!” She managed to gasp out between sounds that were half-laugh and half-moan.

“Mmm-mmm…” Trixie murmured in gleeful refusal as she moved over to the other side. As her devilish tongue swept over her armpit, Lor tried desperately to wriggle away, but Trixie held her fast. Her leg slid up right between Lor’s legs and the blonde girl’s movements soon had her rubbing her dripping pussy against it. Lor’s trembling muscles began to relax as she slowly gave in to the intense, almost unbearable sensations Trixie was forcing on her body.

But then the seemingly helpless girl twisted her arms and grabbed Trixie’s wrists. The black-haired girl barely had time for a tiny squeak of surprise before she found herself on her back again, staring into Lor’s fiercely passionate eyes with her hands pinned above her head instead. Lor’s grip was deceptively gentle, but when Trixie tried to struggle, she found she couldn’t move her arms at all. She was helpless.

That knowledge just made her dissolve under Lor’s control. Lor smirked triumphantly down at her. “Bad girl.” She chided, and Trixie nearly apologized, so sudden and shocking was her reversal. Lor let her go and sat up, scooting back slightly. “I want to try something.” She murmured. Trixie didn’t move beyond tilting her head up to watch what Lor was doing.

Lor sat between Trixie’s spread legs and pushed one of her legs beneath Trixie’s and slid the other up so it was resting against the Asian girl’s chest. Trixie was puzzled, but only for a moment. An instant later she understood, as she felt Lor’s burning and soaking wet pussy pressing against her own. Lor rolled her hips forward, and Trixie moaned and pushed back against her, hugging Lor’s legs to her breast and pressing her cheek against her foot.

“So goooooood…” Lor groaned, leaning back on her arms. She let her head fall backwards as she began gyrating her hips, rubbing her pussy against Trixie’s and making their mingled juices flow out over their thighs.

“Oh Lor…keep going…” Trixie moaned, pulling up on Lor’s leg to put more friction against her twitching clit.

Lor lifted her ass off the ground, letting her arms take her weight so each buck of her hips pressed down harder and harder. Suddenly Lor’s eyes flew open and she had to catch herself to keep her arms from giving out. Something intensely hot had just brushed against her clit, and as she looked down to see Trixie looking back at her, she realized that the new angle had allowed their clits to rub together.

“More!” Trixie begged, thrusting her hips upwards in a vain attempt to copy Lor’s movements. “Please…I’m so close.”

”Yeah…me too!” Lor panted, feeling a trail of saliva dripping down her chin as she let her tongue hang out. “Is this how you wanted it?” She groaned, driving her pussy down to hard she could hear Trixie’s ass smacking against the concrete . “Like this?”

”Mmmm….yes…yes!” Trixie cried in return, her tongue lashing the top of Lor’s foot in helpless abandon. “Give it to me…fuck me….oh, Lor…fuck…meeee!” They came almost simultaneously, both girls falling back against the floor as their bodies twitched and writhed as their burning, gushing pussies thrust together in a cascade of orgasms that sent the room spiraling into white-hot oblivion.

When Lor regained control of her body, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked over at Trixie. Their thighs were glistening in the middle of a wide, dark puddle of girl cum. Trixie seemed half asleep with a smile of absolute bliss on her face. She stirred and opened her eyes, looking down towards Lor. “That was…” Her voice trailed off softly.

“Intense.” Lor murmured with a nod. She chuckled tiredly. “We’ve got to get you away from Veronica…think how often we could do this with Penny.”

“Mmm-hmm…” Trixie stretched out in a slow, cat-like motion. “Do you think she’s having this much fun?”

”No way!” Lor smiled. “She told me yesterday that it’s just not the same without us.”

“Aww…that’s so sweet.” Trixie let out a long, slow breath. “What we going to do?” She asked in a more serious tone.

Lor slid away from Trixie and carefully pulled herself to her feet. She had to smile at the sight of the locker room, their clothes scattered all over the place. As Trixie watched from the floor, Lor opened her locker and took out her backpack and cell phone. She dug around in her pack and came up with a tiny electronic device that looked a little like a bottle cap and attached it to the back of her cell.

“What’s that?” Trixie asked.

“I thought that Veronica might be pulling something like this, so I came prepared. This is…something like speed-dial.” She flipped open the phone and put it to her ear. “Good…it still works.” The other end picked up. It was the answering service. “This is Lor MacQuarrie.” She said once the message ended. “Look…I know it’s been awhile. But you still owe me a favor, and I’m calling it in. Call me back right away, anytime. I’ll be waiting. Oh…and make sure…” Lor glanced over at Trixie for a moment. “…Rachel doesn’t hear anything about it. And you know which Rachel I mean.” She closed the phone and took off the device, putting both in her pack.

Trixie slid to a half-sitting position with an unconscious grace that brought up a fresh surge of attraction in Lor. “What are you up to?” The raven-haired girl asked.

“Probably better you don’t know right now.” Lor smiled knowingly. “A girl needs her secrets.” She said in a teasing tone.

“What now?”

”Well…I think we could both use a shower.” Trixie lifted her eyebrows before a slow smile spread across her face.

“Need some help…washing your back?”

”I dunno…” Lor replied as she walked through the hallway to the shower stalls. “Why don’t you come and see?”

[Evil Fairy]

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The New Girls

By The Evil Fairy

Chapter 8: Home is Where the Action Is

By Special Guest Writer Fairy Slayer

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Veronica rushed into her house, barely pushing the front door closed behind her before she scurried up the stairs. But as soon as she entered her room she stopped dead in her tracks. She knew she had to do something important, yet she had no clue what it was.

She had spent most of the day thinking about what to have Trixie do next. Even though Veronica was close to taking over as the most popular girl in school, plus she had the previous queen kowtowing to her every whim, something was still missing. Even with all of the attention and power now in her hands, the blonde still didn't feel like she had won. Something had to be done about that.

After taking a moment to catch her breath and clear her head, she glanced at the full-length mirror next to her closet. She didn't look any different that usual. "Maybe that's the problem," she sneered at her own reflection. She quickly peeled off her school sweater and flung it at her trash can; her matching pleated skirt followed. Veronica looked straight into the mirror again, wearing nothing but her tight pink floral panties, a matching training bra, and white stockings. The girl ran her palms down the sides of her chest to her hips then turned sideways, likewise tracing her rear end. A smile came to her lips as she reveled in the feel of her burgeoning form. From now on, people should be cheering me, she resolved.

Satisfied with her body itself, she pushed open the closet and started flicking her seldom worn outfits across the pole, one by one. There were so many beautiful clothes that she had thought were perfect when she first got them, but every time she wanted to wear one something would tell her that she shouldn't. Usually it was Trixie.

Veronica stopped at a lovely persimmon sheath dress which had been in there for over a year. She lifted up the bottom to look it over carefully. I always wanted to wear it, but Trixie said it didn't go with my coloring. After slowly caressing the silk between her fingers and taking in its vibrant red glow, she snatched it off the pole and brought it over to the dresser, hanging it on a wall hook. "But she won't be saying that now," she snickered while unfastening her bra and dropping it on the dresser. Then she quickly pulled her panties down to her knees before sitting on her bed to take them all the way off. She left them and her socks on the floor as she hopped up again, now completely naked, and went back to the dresser.

Digging through her underwear drawer, she found a pair of matching red satin panties, which she slipped on before taking the dress from its hanger. She slid it over her head and stuck her arms through before slowly pulling the smooth fabric down over herself, reveling in the sensual feeling as it gently squeezed her supple body. At first it felt like she might have outgrown it, but seeing herself in the mirror was enough to convince her that it was perfect. Its snugness showed off the subtle rounded curves of her bottom and exaggerated her little cone shaped breasts, even adding some bit of cleavage to her usually flat chest. One more peek in the mirror confirmed what she thought: she was hot.

Next, she went back to the closet to look for matching shoes, but the doorbell rang. Just as it was getting good! Veronica pattered down the steps in her bare feet and pulled open the door to find Penny standing there. She nearly jumped in shock, and even a touch of fear. "Penny! What brings you here?"

"I..." Penny's green eyes went wide at the sight of Veronica in her tight red dress. The slack-jawed girl gave Veronica a quick look down and up, letting her eyes linger at the newly displayed chest candy. "I... aye, aye..."

Veronica's nervousness disappeared when she saw how the small girl was reacting to her new look. She craned her neck forward, moving her eyes into Penny's line of sight. "Penny?" she lulled before letting out a solitary giggle. "What can I do for you?"

Penny had to shake her head a little to collect herself. Only then was she able to look at the wicked girl's face. From her flushed look and traces of perspiration, Veronica figured that Penny had walked all the way there.

She was enjoying herself thoroughly and wondered if she could make Penny sweat even more. "Oh, what am I doing?" she mock scolded herself. "Come on in. You can help me pick out some shoes." With that, she reached over, grabbing Penny's knapsack. A quick glance upwards caught Penny taking the bait, staring down the front of her dress. Veronica stood up and used Penny's pack as an invisible leash, holding it out to her side so that the smaller girl would follow both it and her pert bottom across the large living room.

On the way up the stairs, Penny finally could finally remember what she had planned to say. Still staring at the striking bottom in red, she swallowed hard and began. "I wanted to make sure you were okay about," Penny's voice dropped to a whisper, "what we did yesterday." Penny continued, "You left so fast, and I was worried that you were mad or something." Though she really meant it, she was still very nervous that Veronica would figure out Penny was just trying to stall her.

"Oh, no, it was just that," Veronica paused for a moment as they entered her bedroom. "I didn't expect us to go, you know, all the way." She immediately realized that simply watching one another masturbating probably wasn't considered all the way, especially after what she'd caught them doing at the mall. She turned and put Penny's pack on her desk as she prepared to correct herself, but the green-eyed girl's giggles distracted her. The blue-eyed girl decided to laugh it off herself and just smiled back at her. "What's so funny?"

"It's just weird to see you looking all grown up in that dress and then seeing that big old ponytail clip."

"Oh!" Veronica reached behind her head and felt the large pink star still in her hair. With a nervous giggle, she brought up her other hand and started to take it out. Then, seeing that Penny was still staring at her adoringly, her confidence spiked again. While removing the ornament she also pushed her chest out a little further. She gave Penny a sultry smile while giving her head a little shake to free her hair. "Thanks. Hey, maybe you could brush my hair out?"

Penny's face lit up. Veronica smiled back, both proud and a touch uncertain. Overall this seemed like a good way to take it slow, even if she didn't understand what the "it" would end up being. Holding the star out to put it away, she absentmindedly stepped between Penny and the bed, turning sideways as her chest passed just inches from Penny's face. After grabbing a large soft hair brush, Veronica handed it to her, letting her hand linger as Penny's shaky fingers grazed hers for a moment.

So far so good.

Then the taller girl briefly raised an eyebrow at Penny and started to sit in her desk chair, but then she suddenly bolted up again. "Hold on. The brush might fray it," she started to explain. Without thinking, she pulled the dress up and started to wriggle out of it, "and this way it won't get my hair all over it." Veronica had just freed her breasts and was trying to ease the dress off of her head and arms when...

THUD!

Veronica instinctively yanked the dress back down at the noise, though not all the way. She looked down to see Penny lying on the floor next to the overturned chair. "Penny!" she shouted while falling to her knees and grabbing her shoulders. "Penny!?"

The little girl smiled and mumbled incoherently while trying to raise her arms. Veronica shook her some more and got Penny to open her eyes a little. They shot open wide when she saw those pretty blue eyes so close to hers and realized that Veronica's body was nearly on top of hers.

"Are you okay?" Veronica cooed while quickly brushing the hair out of Penny's green eyes.

"Uhm, yeah," Penny muttered before suddenly sucking in a bit of drool off of her lip; her hand darted up to make sure there wasn't any more on the side of her face. There wasn't, but she wiped her hand on her pants anyway. She started to get up and Veronica took her by the arm to help.

Veronica leaned back and helped Penny up before guiding her towards the bed. "What happened?"

"I don't know," Penny lied, but Veronica was still too worried to notice. "I just felt faint all of a sudden and tried to grab the chair. Then everything just went dark."

Veronica sat her on the bed and then darted over to her bookbag. Penny felt a little dizzy again when the cheerleader leaned over, exposing her panty-clad bottom below the still bunched up dress. Veronica pulled out a bottle of water and flicked off the cap, letting it fall on the floor as she rushed back to the bed. "Here," she blurted while nearly bottle feeding the smiling girl.

Penny held it herself and took a big gulp. Then she put it down and sucked in a deep breath before gasping, "Thanks." She tried to keep her eyes away from her hostess, lest she swoon again.

Veronica still didn't think about what she was supposed to be doing to Penny, or what Penny wanted to do to her. "Is there anything I can get you?"

"No, I'll be okay," she insisted. Then she turned back towards Veronica again, who looked terribly anxious and flushed with concern. It was adorable, plus the naughty girl realized that she could take advantage of the situation to stall Veronica, giving Lor more time with Trixie. Actually, that's not all the impish girl wanted to take advantage of, and it was hard not to get her hopes up.

"Maybe I should lie down for a few minutes." Then Penny looked up into Veronica's sparkling eyes and quickly added, "If that's okay."

"Sure, whatever," Veronica said while trying to ease Penny down.

Penny suddenly pushed herself up again. "Oh, my shoes," she commented while leaning forward to take them off. "I don't want to get your bedspread dirty." She stopped short and, purely for effect, jammed one hand into the mattress while putting her other one on her knee, pretending that she'd almost fallen over again.

Veronica grabbed Penny's shoulders and sat her upright. "That's okay, I'll get them." Without thinking any more of it, she knelt down in front of Penny and started to unlace her sneakers. Watching as Veronica's head bobbed up and down so close to her thighs, Penny eased both fists into the mattress behind her, fearing she'd faint again for real. Once steadied, she grabbed the water bottle and finished it.

She started to wonder why it was taking Veronica so long, but she peeked down and saw that she was loosening up the laces, treating her worn old sneakers with care even though Penny usually just stepped on the heels to get out of them. It was probably out of habit, since she had so many beautiful girlish clothes she wouldn't want ruined. Penny felt a twinge of jealousy, and for a moment she even regretted not accepting Trixie's makeover attempt Monday afternoon.

Penny's body tensed up when Veronica suddenly squeezed her calf, holding her leg steady while pulling off first one then the other sneaker. Her unwitting temptress even pushed the laces into the openings before placing the sneakers neatly next to the desk. Then she hurried back to ease Penny down. "Can I get you a blanket? Another pillow?"

"I'm already kind of warm," Penny breathed while smiling up at Veronica.

The other girl noticed the empty bottle and reached for it. "I'll get you some more water."

But Penny stayed her hand. "No, that's okay, but..." Penny sucked in a deep breath as quietly as she could, steeling herself before channeling her beloved friend Brain: she opened her green eyes wide and turned out her lower lip ever so slightly. "Can you stay with me? I'm a little scared I'll get dizzy and fall out of bed."

At that moment, Penny's face could have made even Dr. Claw give want to give her a big hug — Veronica didn't stand a chance. "Okay, sure," she answered, unable to stop gazing into that almost hypnotic face. Veronica sat on the edge of the bed, but just as she was settling Penny shifted herself closer to the wall while taking her hand. She guided Veronica to lie down on the outside edge of the bed. Veronica hesitated, suddenly remembering Penny's lascivious intentions towards her, but she was still somewhat under the spell. What's the worst that could happen? she thought. I can just roll off the bed and get up anytime I want.

It took a few moments for Veronica to lie down completely, and even then she was staring at the ceiling uncomfortably. However, Penny turned on her side, nuzzling the tense girl's upper arm while loosely hugging Veronica's lower arm, all but pulling it towards her own lower body. That would be too much too fast, which might make Veronica anxious to leave. As it was, she was stalling the gorgeous and perky, if bitchy, cheerleader quite nicely: it seemed like she might actually be able to keep Veronica occupied more than long enough for Lor and Trixie to talk. She felt her girlfriends would be very proud of her, though she avoided thinking about how they might reward her for a job well done.

Instead, Penny closed her eyes and lied still, trying to relax herself with slow deep breaths. She even turned her face up so she wouldn't be blowing her hot breaths directly on Veronica, though it was a struggle not to crack her eyes open and peek down the girl's chest again. This was too warm and too comfortable to mess up, but she was also a bit too excited to doze off. Plus she knew that if she did fall asleep then Veronica might get up and at least try to call Trixie at home. Maybe Veronica would take a little nap instead, or at least pretend so that she couldn't make any advances. Penny started to think that if Veronica did fall asleep then she could do to Veronica what she and Trixie had done to Lor at their sleepover. After all, there must be plenty of nice belts, bathrobe ties and scarves in Veronica's closet that could be used to...

Penny felt her fingers clutching all on their own. She quickly reined her thoughts in again and held her breath, worrying about how Veronica might react. Well, at least she knows I haven't fallen asleep.

But when Veronica had lain down, letting everything go quiet, all of her repressed thoughts and feelings had started to swirl around in her head. It hadn't taken long for her to nearly forget that she was in bed with a girl who wanted to do weird things to her, so when she felt Penny's hand gripping hers it hadn't registered as anything more than a friendly gesture. Without thinking, she simply gave Penny's hand a slow little squeeze back.

Penny breathed a sigh of relief and rested her head facing Veronica's arm. Then she ever so slightly brushed her ring finger against the inside of Veronica's palm. Veronica didn't complain, so she let her fingers glide gently and almost unconsciously. Meanwhile, Veronica was only starting to notice that Penny's breaths were sending slow pulses of cool air down the front of her dress, and her nipples were reacting.

Still, Veronica was more absorbed in thinking about what she was doing overall. Trixie's words from a few days earlier came back to haunt her. "I thought we were friends." It was true, or it least it had been a long time ago. But over the years Trixie had grown cold and distant, and then she started treating her with more and more contempt. Veronica had thought about simply leaving the clique, but even though the fear of not being "cool" anymore was pretty big, the thought of being alone, especially without Trixie, had been overwhelming.

Now, all of a sudden, Trixie had nearly destroyed the social hierarchy that she had been living under — the very social structure that Trixie herself had created! No. After all that struggle, all that sacrifice, all that humiliation, there was no way she was going to let Trixie take her identity from her, especially not for those geeky, awkward and downright weird new girls.

Like the one lying right next to her. Penny contentedly cuddled Veronica as much as she would let her. But Penny wasn't doing anything that would make Veronica upset, maybe just uncomfortable. Even if she didn't fit in, Penny was so joyful, so free, maybe because her happiness wasn't an act. The fashion-challenged green eyed nerdgirl didn't seem to care how the rest of the world saw her. Sure, she probably didn't like being alone either, but she had made friends pretty fast. And apparently Penny did pretty well by not being afraid to go after what she wanted. From the way Penny was caressing her hand it was clear that Penny wanted her too.

Yet Veronica didn't think anything of it. Weird, yes. After their encounter in the classroom the day before she knew that Penny wanted her in the worst way, and it was all too obvious that Penny had ulterior motives for visiting. Yet it was also clear that the goofy little blonde was too naive and harmless to do anything bad, to her or anyone. Penny wasn't a threat, and it was actually nice to be adored. Especially by Penny. Veronica wondered if this was how Trixie felt when she was with Penny, or if it's how Trixie had ever felt with her.

The pigtailed girl just wanted to be accepted and loved. Deep down they were basically the same, but Veronica had just let it get so complicated. Now she didn't know if she wanted to just become Trixie or actually destroy her.

I don't want to think about it anymore!

Veronica dropped her left leg to the floor and started to ease her arm out of Penny's grip. The sleepy girl's fingers tried to hold on, but on just barely. Veronica kept looking at Penny's peaceful face, hoping not to disturb her.

Penny half-opened her eyes and stared at Veronica, who froze in hopes that Penny would simply go back to sleep. But Penny stared for a moment and took Veronica's hand again. "Why are you crying?" Veronica hadn't even realized it, but now she could feel the faintly warm trickle on her cheek and the slight tremble in her own hand. Penny gripped her hand a little harder and pushed herself up onto her other elbow. "Wanna talk about it?" Veronica didn't suspect any false sentiment in Penny's concern. There was none.

Penny slipped her hand up Veronica's arm, half supporting herself and half pulling the girl back towards her for a long, simple hug. It was a little awkward for Veronica, but she settled back down and rested her hand onto Penny's waist. For her part, Penny's forehead was pressed into Veronica's bare shoulder, but she wasn't doing anything amorous, just comforting a near stranger as if she'd been a lifelong friend. "Is it 'cause I..." Penny offered.

"No," Veronica answered in a whisper so raspy that it even surprised herself. She cleared her throat and continued, "I was just thinking about stuff." It was becoming more uncomfortable for her, but not due to Penny's subtle advances or Veronica's doubts about her own sexuality. She was starting to feel the vulnerability she'd been repressing for the longest time. A tightness rushed through her body for an instant and she realized it was time to take charge again. She let her free hand slide onto the mattress, behind Penny's head, until her face was almost level with the short girl's. She inhaled sharply thought her nose.

Penny moved her head back and looked into Veronica's shining eyes. "If there's anything I can..."

Veronica's lips closed around Penny's before she knew it. The cheerleader pulled on Penny's waist securely and moved her other hand to the side of Penny's head — not holding, more encouraging her not to pull back. Then she rolled a little bit into Penny while raising her foot back up onto the bed.

Every thought in Penny's head disappeared in a twinkling: her mission, her genuine concern for the girl, and even her naughty fantasies. There wasn't even the tiniest bit of curiosity about how this warm and excited mouth came to be pressing against hers, how their bodies had suddenly become so close, or what to do about Veronica's tongue teasing the inside of her lips. Penny just closed her eyes and got into it, without any conscious thought whatsoever. She was insensate to all else and loving it.

It all felt a bit weird to Veronica, but it didn't feel bad; it was a bit nice, actually. She closed her own eyes and became more daring, sliding her tongue a little bit farther into Penny's mouth, to which Penny gingerly poked her own back against Veronica's. Then the cheerleader was pleasantly surprised when Penny tried to pull Veronica's tongue further into her mouth, but so gently, as if she were suckling Veronica's tongue. She gave in and started sliding her tongue back and forth in Penny's mouth, but since this was her first kiss she didn't know what to do. Fortunately, Penny's pure instincts took over and she took charge, sliding her tongue into Veronica's mouth and playing with Veronica's.

Veronica had to consciously cede that control, but she wasn't unhappy with the decision. Instead, she busied her hands, gently clutching and mussing up Penny's hair, even sliding the band out of one of her pigtails, and using her other hand to rub and squeeze Penny's waist; she even ventured to feel the cute girl's firm round bottom a few times.

Penny moved her free arm up to Veronica's neckline and started to hook a finger inside the cleavage, but the dress was far too tight. She wouldn't be able to get a finger inside without stretching the dress and possibly ripping the stitches. So instead she moved her hand down and lazily ran her fingers over one of Veronica's tightly ensconced breasts, basically tickling it a little before teasing it with a little more grip.

A little squeal escaped through Veronica's nose when Penny started to feel her up, but she quickly recovered and tried to keep up with her mouth. She also massaged Penny's hips and waist tentatively, trying to get into it as much as she could, though even she couldn't tell if she was just keeping up her act or it was something more. Veronica relaxed a little and thought about their encounter after school the day before.

In her mind she was there again, exposing her breasts and sliding her fingers down inside her shorts while staring at the other two girls: Penny with her jeans down around her knees, and little Timmantha's squinting eyes staring right at her while they all showed off for one-another. The memory scared her a little, but it also gave her a thrill. There was something special about the look on Timmantha's adorable face and the squeaks she made when her body was rocked by her orgasm. It was almost how she used to dream that Timmy Turner would look like when he was coming...

Veronica's eyes popped wide open and she pulled back from Penny's hungry kisses.

Penny gasped in shock and then stared at her, looking almost hurt. "What's the matter?"

Veronica had to think quickly. "Oh, wow! Uhm, I'm starting to feel a bit woozy myself."

"Don't worry," Penny cooed. She moved her face forward again, breathing in quick bursts, "That just means it's getting to the good part."

"No! I mean, no, that's not what I mean, uhm..." Veronica took a deep breath. "I mean, I need something to drink." She slipped her legs off the bed and started to turn, pausing when she realized her fingers were caught all the way in Penny's belt loops. A nervous laugh escaped her mouth as she extracted them. Penny was flushed and still trying to catch her breath, making it hard to re-create her pleading expression that had worked before.

"Stay right there. I'll get us some more water," Veronica said while backing away from the bed. "And a snack maybe?"

"Okay." Penny's green eyes stared down at the empty spot on the mattress. When she heard the cute cheerleader's footsteps pattering on the stairs she rolled onto her back and pressed her palms into the sides of her face. "Nice going, Penny! You moved way too fast." Her hands dropped to her sides and she muttered, "So much for making it a foursome..."

Penny's self-rebuking was short lived. She suddenly thought Veronica might try to call Trixie while out of the room. Penny still didn't know what kind of hold Veronica had over her raven haired lover, or if it was even as bad as Lor thought, but she certainly wasn't going to let the other girls down.

She hopped off the bed and rushed to her backpack, pulling out her computer book and flipping it open. A few keystrokes later if flashed the message, "Activating signal block: ..." Penny put the book on the desk and then grabbed Veronica's princess phone. Upon picking up the receiver she was relieved to hear only a dial tone, so she held it between her ear and shoulder while opening a side pocket on her backpack.

"Old technology: simple solution," she mumbled while pulling out a small phone line tester. She flipped the phone over and removed the cord, which she then plugged into the tester. Both LEDs lit up, assuring Penny that the phone lines had been blocked. She sighed with relief.

"Thank you, Radio Shack."

Then she put the disconnected phone back where it belonged and, as a precaution, dropped the line so that the tester was sticking out near the bedroom door. That way she could stop and pretend to tie her shoe while retrieving it; Veronica would later think that her phone had become unplugged accidentally.

After taking a moment to fix her undone pigtail, she snatched up her computer book and started to put it away, but her eye caught something odd just as she was closing it. She popped it open again:

Cellular bands: BLOCKED ALL
Cordless bands: BLOCKED ALL
Wireless bands: FAILED - INSUFFICIENT POWER TO BLOCK SIGNAL

"That can't be right," she grunted while checking the battery level. It had a nearly full charge, and the concealed antennae didn't appear to be damaged. The phone lines were disabled, whether or not their service was through the Internet. And it wasn't like Veronica could expect Trixie to answer any instant messages quickly. Besides, she'd probably only send them from her own laptop, which was sitting right there on her desk. Penny peeked over at it saw that the power light was on, but she also noticed the hard drive light blinking.

Not just blinking: It was thrashing.

Forgetting that Veronica may return at any moment, she flipped the lid open and watched as some unknown program called up several files, apparently any that had been modified within the past three days. The Program suddenly looked familiar to Penny, but she couldn't quite place it. She tried to cancel it, but the keyboard and mouse didn't respond. Desperate, she held down the power button, but an overlay popped up reporting, "Hibernation failed."

Her own computer beeped sourly and she glanced down.

Cellular bands: FAILED - INSUFFICIENT POWER TO BLOCK SIGNAL

"What the...!"

Something else started beeping, sickly and drawn out, and it was coming from Veronica's bookbag. The noise wouldn't stop, and Penny worried that Veronica would blame her for whatever was happening. Even worse, Penny wasn't so sure that her recent upgrades weren't somehow responsible, especially since everything started happening when she started the jamming.

"Screw you, Radio Shack!" she cursed while digging out Veronica's cell phone. It was flickering through a series of pictures, one about every five seconds. Penny's eyes went wide with horror when the first blackmail picture popped up. After pausing for a few seconds, the next picture in the series was shown, and then the next.

She slowly realized what Veronica had done. A dull and heavy pain welled up in the pit of her stomach, quickly spreading throughout her body. Tears welled in her eyes and she started to shake with anger and horror. The lingering taste and smell of Veronica suddenly made her retch and nearly vomit.

The rage tore through her, but she managed to pull up the phone's menu so she could erase its memory. However, it froze up and then flashed the message UPLOADING... "No you fucking don't!" she spat. Her nimble fingers flicked off the cover and yanked out the battery in an instant. She dropped everything into her pack, intending to deal with it after taking care of the laptop.

Pulling its battery too seemed like the answer, but the program had stopped cold. Then she glanced at her computer book and saw that her custom security software had already intervened. Something had tried to break into that too but, good as the hacker might be, Penny's programming skills had been better: her book had taken control of their system.

A few seconds of poking around explained why she couldn't jam the signals: the hacker's signal was incredibly powerful; yet there was a nearly three second delay between packets — even a signal relayed from the other side of the planet shouldn't take that long. Instead of dwelling on the details she started hacking the hacker. "Two by four?" she mumbled, then gasped Penny's green eyes lit up and her face glowed with awe. Her fingers started typing at lighting speed. A far cry from only moments earlier, she let out a gleeful squeal and tapped away.

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Meanwhile, Veronica headed to the kitchen, planning to take her time preparing a few fancy treats. That should keep us busy, she thought, and it should take care of her fainting spells too. I don't think I could handle any more surprises today.

"Hello, Veronica," Trixie's pleasant voice rang from the living room.

Veronica shuddered. For a moment she wondered if it was just her guilty imagination playing tricks on her, but glancing over that the couch confirmed that her once best friend was sitting there. After quietly sucking in a breath, Veronica reminded herself that she was in control.

She walked straight over to where the brunette was sitting. "Why hello, Trixie. What a surprise! And for some reason I thought we were supposed to get together later."

"I hope this isn't a bad time," Trixie answered politely.

Something didn't sit right with Veronica. The brunette's voice was quiet and free of sarcasm, as it had been since the blackmail started, but now she sounded almost calm. It was completely alien to Veronica. Even when Trixie had been on top and everything was going smoothly, there had always been the tiniest hint of effort in Trixie's voice. Every word, every sound was calculated, whether she was flatly delivering a tremendous put-down or simply asking someone to pass the salt.

The blonde was starting to feel butterflies in her stomach. Despite knowing she had considerable power over the girl, plus more than a little hold on Penny, she decided to play it cool. I'll give Trixie a little rope. It didn't even occur to Veronica that her approach was precisely what a top girl would do.

Veronica quickly walked over to the couch and sat on the other end. "Actually, a mutual friend stopped by, so I was just entertaining."

"Penny?" It was as much a statement as it was a question, but she didn't sound at all worried.

"Yes, as a matter of fact. I was just getting something to eat," Veronica explained. "Oh, better yet, why don't you join us? I'm sure you'd love that. She's upstairs taking a nap in my bed now. Poor thing's exhausted!"

Veronica smiled as Trixie's eyes fell and the brunette smoothed her skirt, showing traces of building anxiety. Then she continued, "She's a very sweet girl. I'm starting to understand what you see in her. Plus she's so adorable when she's all flushed and sweaty."

Trixie's gaze moved to the distance and her fingers gripped her knees.

Veronica suddenly worried about what Trixie would think along with how that might affect the secret she was keeping. She also worried that the thought of losing Penny would be too much for Trixie, which made her feel a twinge of guilt.

"Oh, dear me! No, nothing like that!" Veronica laughed it off. "She walked all the way here to see me, and the poor thing was so dehydrated that she fainted." Trixie shot her a concerned look and Veronica continued, "I made her lie down, and now I'm just doing what I can to make her feel better. She carries around that heavy backpack anyway, so you'd think she'd have some bottled water in there too. I mean, it's so not cool to be relying on public water fountains..."

Trixie's shot forward and snatched the blonde's hand, cutting her rambling off. "Veronica," she said with her familiar assertiveness. After pausing to make sure she Veronica's attention her voice calmed again. "We need to talk."

Veronica's two big blue eyes leer back at her, confused then angry. "You seem to forget that we have a deal..."

"Not anymore."

Veronica huffed in disbelief. "Remember what I can do to you?" she snarled.

"Do whatever you want. I don't care what happens to me. Maybe I deserve it. It seems like everyone's been making me do what's expected for so long, but no one is going to make me do anything anymore."

Veronica felt her hold crumbling and began to panic. "What about your friends?"
Trixie's lips were so tight, her words so soft that they almost didn't come out. "I'll tell everyone it was my fault, that I made them do it."

"They'll never believe that!" Veronica sneered.

"But it's true! I've kept a bigger lie all this time, so I can certainly make the truth sound believable.' she admitted. "There's no way I'd never let them get hurt."

Veronica jumped out of her seat and balled up her hands, shaking them at the ceiling. "You're lying now!" Then she lunged forward and hovered over Trixie, staring down at her while wildly waving her fists. "You don't care about anyone! You only care about yourself, your reputation!" Tears started running down her cheeks and her eyes burned with the fires of Hell itself.

"No!" Trixie shouted back as she shut her eyes tightly.

"You've only ever cared about yourself. Everyone else is just disposable to you!"

"No no no..." Trixie forced out between her gritted teeth.

"And when you can't use them anymore you'll just throw them away, just like you threw me away! All those years I stood by your side! I adored you! I tried to be like you! I fucking tried to be you 'cause then maybe, just maybe, you might like me back even just a little instead of hating me so much!"

Trixie's eyes went wide with fury. She snapped her head forward, getting back in Veronica's face and yelling, "You stupid bitch! I only did that because you remind me how much I hate myself!"

Veronica was stunned to silence, her mouth stuck wide open in a silent gasp. She stared at the raven haired girl, who instantly slammed her hand over her own mouth.

Trixie was even more shocked by her own words, and she felt like she'd just stabbed herself in the heart. Until that moment she had believed her blonde friend had irritated her only because she was Veronica. Trixie suddenly realized that every put-down, every bitchy comment — every humiliation she'd ever inflicted on Veronica was really meant to hurt herself.

The brunette unclasped her mouth while letting out a yelp of pain as her tears started falling like rain. She lunged forward and wrapped her arms tightly around Veronica, burying her face in the blonde's neck. Though she could barely speak through her uncontrollable gasps and strains, she choked out, "Sorry! I'm so sorry Veronica."

Veronica was caught off balance and had to grab the back of the couch as she fell into it, but Trixie's grip barely wavered. She pressed the side of her face against the blonde's and, between sniffles, cried in her ear, "I'm such a fucking bitch! I never wanted to be this way. I was just so afraid people would hate me if they knew what I really was. I had to make everyone like me."

Veronica couldn't help but embrace Trixie back. "But I already liked you..."

"I know! I know! But instead I only cared about being popular, the most popular, no matter what. And you... You always liked me no matter what I did. I shouldn't have taken it all out on you."

"Why? Why! What did I do to make you treat me like crap?" Veronica squeaked out through her own crying breaths.

"I don't know... I guess because you tried so hard to make people like you too, to make me like you, it only reminded me of the lie I've been living. That was so unfair."

"Tell me about it!" Veronica guffawed.

Trixie couldn't help but let out a snort herself. "I guess I really do deserve to get found out after all." She separated from Veronica, staring into her eyes. "It's kind of a relief actually, and if someone had to catch me I'm kind of glad it was you."

Veronica looked down to avoid Trixie's eyes. "Because deep down you knew that I could never bring myself to do that to you?"

A new twinge of guilt ran through Trixie, but she also felt a tiny bit stupid. She had been so terrified of having her secret revealed that she never considered that Veronica could have been bluffing the whole time. She closed her eyes for a moment and almost laughed, but then she leaned forward and held Veronica close again.

"I should have told you I was..." Trixie hesitated, realizing that she'd never been able to use the proper word before. She took deep breath. "... that I am homosexual as soon as I realized it myself." Trixie couldn't help but giggle and add, "Well, maybe not right at that moment."

"Why not?"

"Remember when we were seven and your parents took us to Vegas? We had a room with two huge beds but we slept together every night anyway..."

"Huh?" Veronica pulled back and looked utterly confused. "You mean... You went gay for me?" She suddenly felt very self conscious, sitting there while they were still loosely holding onto each other.

Trixie shifted herself and looked down to hide her blushing. "Well, it's not like that. But I did have an awful hard time sleeping that week."

"Oh...." Veronica stared off in the distance, pondering for a moment. "So, why didn't you ever, you know, try anything?"

"Oh, I'd never do that! I was too scared of losing you to even let you find out," she explained. "Besides, it never seemed like you'd be into that at all. I mean, you seem to like boys, and you're so totally crushing on Timmy Turner..."

It was Veronica's turn to blush and look down, but it only took a moment to get her courage up. "After the past couple of days, I really don't know anymore. I mean, after what Penny and I did..."

"Oh yeah, I heard about what you naughty girls did yesterday," Trixie teased.

Veronica's eyes bulged for a second. "Yeah, yesterday, heh heh heh..."

Trixie stopped short of asking Veronica about Timmantha, but she joked, "Maybe I should have tried something with you after all." She let out a laugh but stopped when she realized the blonde was just staring at her, a wistful expression on her face.

Veronica tightened her grip on Trixie's arms and little more than whispered, "Maybe you should."

Without a thought between them, their faces slowly came together, their eyes closing the instant their lips made contact. Trixie put her best tongue forward, wanting both to find out if Veronica really was into girls too and also to make up for all of the bitterness, even in a small way. Veronica simply tried to use what she'd just learned from the nerdy girl not half an hour earlier. They both wanted to give it a fair chance, but after thirty seconds Veronica gently broke their kiss, leaning back slightly with her eyes still closed.

Trixie looked at her expectantly. Veronica finally opened her eyes, looking a bit uncertain.

"WHAT THE CRUD IS GOING ON!" Penny's voice broke the awkward silence.

"Penny!" Both girls quickly turned to see the girl gawking at them. Penny dropped her backpack on the floor and reeled back, dumbfounded. It took them a second or two to realize they were still holding each other's arms, so they quickly disengaged. Trixie jumped up, looking quite embarrassed as she waved her quivering hands at her side. "It's not what it looks like!"

Penny pointed at Veronica with her entire hand but stared right at Trixie. For a moment she was thoroughly flustered. "How could you ki...!" She realized that would be hypocritical, which only pissed her off even more. She turned her hysterical gaze to Veronica, "And what about...?"

Veronica shot up and stepped around the table so that she was only a couple of steps from the irate girl. She held her hands up in front of herself. "Penny, wait! I made a big mistake..."

Penny's eyes were about to pop out of her head when she looked at Trixie again and blurted out, "She has pictures of us in the dressing room!"

Trixie stepped towards her too. "I know. It's all right."

Penny thrust her face into her hands, confused and nearly hyperventilating. "I can't believe it! You stopped making out with me to come down here and make out with Trixie! Is this some sort of sick game?"

Trixie shot Veronica a questioning glance, to which Veronica could only let out a strained laugh.

Trixie put her hands on Penny's shoulders, gripping tightly when Penny tried to turn away. "Listen, you know things between Veronica and me have been pretty bad, right? And it's not like I did anything to make it better. But I think we've worked it out." Trixie managed to turn Penny to face them, then she looked to Veronica and asked, "Have we?

Veronica nodded. She laid a hand on Penny's shoulder, saying, "What you just saw was..."

"A mistake?" Penny mocked.

"It was a question," Veronica finished.

Penny glared suspiciously while Veronica explained, "I just needed to know if... you know, I really was the same as you two. Especially after what we did."

"And...?" Penny asked.

Both Penny and Trixie looked at Veronica and held their breath, waiting for her answer.

"It definitely felt good," she said, but then she stopped for a moment to think. "But it didn't feel right."

"I understand," Trixie answered. It was what she'd always expected, but despite how devastatingly ironic it would have been she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Penny didn't say anything right away, so Trixie continued, "But let me just add that you're not a half bad kisser. I'm sure some lucky boy will agree." Trixie gave her a wink.

Veronica blushed and swayed a little. "Well, I did just have my first 'lesson' today."

Penny finally looked up. "You mean that was your first kiss?" Veronica just nodded shyly, which cheered Penny up a little.

"Anyway," Veronica changed the subject, "I'll go erase all of those pictures right now and then we can just hang out."

"Oh!" Penny bent down and quickly started going through her backpack. "I already took care of your phone." She pulled out a handful of broken plastic, PC board and other pieces of Veronica's phone. "Sorry."

Veronica gave her an annoyed glare but let it go. "Well, I wanted a newer one anyway." She turned to go upstairs. "Okay, I'll get rid of the copies on my laptop and then..."

"Uhm, I got those already too."

Veronica turned around slowly, her face becoming red as her dress.

"Don't worry! I only wiped the pictures."

Veronica let out a relieved breath.

"But if there's anything I can do to make it up," Penny offered meekly.

Veronica and Trixie smiled at her, simultaneously saying, "You're so cute."

Then they leaned in and hugged Penny from both sides. Veronica just gripped her upper arm with both hands and pressed her head against Penny's. But Trixie slipped one hand around the small girl's waist and the other in her back pocket; then she made sure to kiss Penny's ear before giving it a little play bite.

"Hey!" Penny squeaked just before the front door slammed open.

"What the crud is going on here!" Lor's voice boomed out. She stormed over to the trio, never taking her eyes off of the now terrified Veronica. The girls broke their hug but instead clung onto one another in fear. "You!" Lor grabbed the front of Veronica's dress, pulling her face-to-face.

"Lor, wait!" Trixie yelled as Lor raised her other hand high in the air, balling it in a fist.

"It's not what it looks like!" Penny blurted out. She tried to push herself between them, but Lor was immovable and her grip was solid.

Though scared, Veronica didn't resist. Instead she glanced at Trixie and commented, "And I guess this is what I deserve..."

"No!" Trixie cried while grabbing Lor's raised arm. "Don't do it, Lor! It was all my fault.

Lor turned to Trixie, letting the brunette pull her fist down to her side. "What do you mean?"

"Veronica's been a friend from far back as I can remember, and she's stuck by me even though I've been shutting her out for so long. But I was only blaming her for everything I didn't like about my life."

"Of course! All of that in-crowd stuff is stupid," Lor answered while still glaring into Veronica's wincing eyes. "It's evil, just like her."

"Lor!" Trixie growled while yanking the girl's arm fiercely. "Look, I treated her like garbage for years and then when you and Penny came along I dumped her — just like that. She was just trying to get my attention, that's all. If she was being 'evil' it's because she was being like me! So if you're gonna beat someone's face in then it should be mine."

The butch girl glared at Trixie while letting out a strained grunt. "Well I'm gonna make sure she never bothers us again." With little effort, she pulled her fist away and raised it again.

Penny suddenly shoved herself between Lor and Veronica, breaking them apart long enough to tackle Veronica to the ground and cover the girl in red with her own body. Lor was unsure whether Penny was protecting Veronica or holding her down to make it easier to beat her up. Either way, Lor gripped Penny's shoulder and rolled her off of Veronica, opening up a clear shot.

While Lor was still off balance from moving Penny, Trixie lunged forward. She reached up and seized Lor's wrist while pushing her sideways towards Penny, making her trip. With her hand trapped, Lor had to twist her whole body to keep from crushing Penny as she toppled; that caused the brunette to fall over with her, landing on her stomach across Veronica's upper legs.

Lor's angry mouth opened to scream, but before she could start to curse Trixie hollered at her, "If you ever try to hurt my best friend again we're through! Got it!"

Penny gasped in shock, but Lor remained completely mute, her mouth still open but without the nerve to argue.

"Trixie," Veronica peeped. "Do you really mean it?"

"Of course I do. I'm never going to let anyone hurt you: not me, not anyone — not anymore."

"No, Trixie." The brunette looked curiously at Veronica. "I mean, am I really still your best friend? Even after what I did to you?"

Trixie hesitated, thinking carefully as she got on all fours and then stood up on her knees. She reached out a hand to Lor, giving it a little flick so that Lor would take it. "I guess so," she said, almost surprising herself. She got back on her heels and pulled Lor up while getting up herself. "After all, what I did to you wasn't any better."

Lor got on one knee to check on Penny and then help her up. Trixie helped Veronica up and then helped straighten and brush any carpet lint off the tight dress, which she finally noticed. "Damn girl!" she muttered. "I was so wrong about this dress."

Veronica didn't think about what Trixie was checking out, her or the dress. "So we're good?"

Trixie stood up straight and smiled at her. "The best." Veronica smiled back and they hugged.

Meanwhile, Penny gently urged Lor towards Trixie and Veronica, but she only looked sore. Penny got up on her toes and whispered to Lor, but she crossed her arms and shook her head slightly. Penny tried again, pressing her lips a bit closer, moving them slowly while blowing hot little breaths in the taller girl's ear. Lor's eyes went wide and Penny smiled while briefly nuzzling her nose against Lor's ear. Lor gave a quick, short nod and then stepped towards the other two.

Penny smiled victoriously as Lor reached out to shake Veronica's hand. "Oh, Veronica, I'm sorry about the whole trying to beat you up thing. So I hope we can be friends too."

Trixie gave Veronica's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, so Veronica nervously reached out and accepted. Lor added, "By the way, you can have lunch with us anytime."

Trixie quickly added, "But if you still want to eat at the popular table, that's okay too. I understand. You deserve to be there." Trixie then took both of Veronica's hands. "But whatever you do, just be yourself. You'll feel so much better, and you deserve that."

Veronica hugged her again. "Well, I don't think Chad and Tad will miss me all that much, but maybe I should still let them down gently."

"Fair enough." As Trixie hugged her back Penny prompted Lor, who hesitated at first, and they joined in to make it a lasting group hug. Their eyes closed and they all breathed in the peace they had found.

After several seconds Penny suddenly giggled.

"What's so funny?" Trixie asked without looking.

"It's just really weird. I can't believe keeping one secret from your best friend can make everything so messed up."

Trixie leaned closer and gave Penny a kiss on the cheek, then nuzzled her face. "Well, don't worry. That's never going to be a problem again."

Just then, the room filled with various soft clicking, springing and whirring sounds all around them.
"Hold it right there!" a familiar voice commanded.

The girls slowly opened their eyes to find themselves surrounded by half a dozen kids in strange costumes. It looked like they had converted old sports equipment, pajamas and even pieces of cookware into some kind of armor, and each had a tag on their hats or helmets with different numbers. They were also holding what seemed to be handguns made from condiment bottles, small bubblegum machines, and even planks with rubber bands and nails.

Standing closest to them was Rachel, who was wearing a tiger-stripe pajama top over a gray turtleneck and had wool socks on while also wearing thick flip-flops. On her head she had a colander with holes so fine that it looked more like a metal bowl, with her ears sticking out through the handles; in front there were two blue curved blades sticking out of an orange block with the number 362 engraved on it.

"Move in!" Rachel shouted. Various children stepped forward and separated the girls, standing behind them with their makeshift weapons sticking in their backs.

Trixie's eyes flitted left and right. She whispered, "What's going on?"

Penny murmured, "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention..."

Lor tried to shush them as she stared menacingly at Rachel.

Trixie cocked her head towards Veronica and suggested, "Maybe we should make a run for it?"

"No way! Do you know what mustard would do to this dress?"

"SILENCE!" Rachel snapped, getting all four girls' complete attention. She calmly walked up and stood right in front of Lor. "What the crud is going on, Numbuh 869?"

Penny couldn't stifle her giggles, mortifying Trixie and Veronica. Lor and Rachel pretended not to notice at first, but then Penny blurted out, "Eight...?" She grabbed her stomach, nearly doubling over, "sixty-nine!" All of the other children didn't seem to understand, but both Rachel and Lor glared at her until she regained her composure.

Rachel suddenly turned to Veronica. "You're not with them, are you?"

Veronica slowly nodded and started to answer, but both Lor and Trixie shouted out, "No, she isn't!"

A redhead with a less-fancy colander helmet, stamped with the number 86, stepped forward and reported in a thick Irish accent, "She's doesn't appear in the, uhm, evidence, sir."

Rachel looked Veronica up and down before asking, "And Lor was about to pound on you a few minutes ago?"

"Yes sir!" Lor answered before Veronica could.

Rachel waved her hand at Veronica. "Right then, off you go." A small blonde girl with big pigtails and the number 83 took Veronica's arm, leading her towards the front door.

"Hey!" Veronica complained.

Rachel didn't even look back at her. "You can leave. This doesn't concern you."

Veronica stopped and turned back, giving Rachel an annoyed glance. "This is my house and these are my friends..."

Rachel turned to her and barked, "GET OUT!"

"Getting..." Veronica spun around and rushed for the door.

Rachel turned back to the other three. "All right, 'girlfriends,' we're going on a little trip."

"Ooh!" Penny breathed with a big smile.

Before she could turn to give the order Lor spoke up, "Leave them out of it. Your beef is with me."

Penny softly interjected, "No Lor, I'll go."

"I give the orders around here, and I'm pretty sure that they're involved with you, if you know what I mean. So they're coming, as insurance."

Lor edged forward and growled, "They're staying here."

The two kids holding her arms looked nervous, but Rachel just snickered at her. "Oh yeah, you've really kept yourself in fighting shape." She glanced at the floor and shook her head for a moment, chuckling. "I saw your little tussle a few minutes ago, 869: you got taken down by a preppie. So what makes you think you could take me?"

Lor's face turned red with rage, but she backed down. The other operatives quickly tied up all three girls' hands before leading them out the back door. The redhead picked up Penny's backpack and brought it along.

In the back yard there was what looked like an old school bus with uneven pieces of sheet metal attached for wings and metal garbage cans where engines should be. As they got towards it, Trixie struggled against her bonds. "Excuse me? These are too tight. Hello?"

"Turn your palms together. That will give you a little slack," Penny suggested. "Also, don't try to bring your elbows closer together because that just makes them tighter and your arms sore."

Lor gave Penny a quizzical look. "You seem to know a lot about being tied up."

Penny laughed. "It's not as exciting as it sounds."

"Don't let them sit near each other and keep them quiet, 86," Rachel quietly instructed as the prisoners were brought on board. "I'm gonna interrogate them separately."

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Timmy dropped himself onto his bed. Wanda floated over to him and patted him on the back. "Gee sport, what's wrong?"

"Trixie," he moaned. "I'll never have a chance with her now that she's into girls."

"She's into girls?" Cosmo wondered loudly, but then he cringed. "Does that hurt?"

"Argh. I wish there was some nice, pretty girl who liked me — and liked me for me," Timmy grumbled.

Wanda raised a finger and opened her mouth to cite Da Rules for the eleventy-billionth time. But just then the bedroom door burst open, so she and Cosmo immediately poofed into the fishbowl.
Mrs. Turner stuck her head in and sweetly told him, "Timmy, you have a visitor." She turned and said, "Go right in."

Timmy looked up, wondering whom his mother would bother to escort up to his room, but at the first sight of his guest he fell off of his bed. He saw a very pretty blonde girl, her slightly wavy hair flowing down just past her shoulders. Two thin straps over her shoulders were attached to a silky red dress that was more than tight enough to hold itself onto her noticeable prepubescent curves; he instantly wanted to hold onto them too. As his eyes continued wandering down he noticed that her little feet were bare and dirty, but that only made her even cuter. "Hi," he beamed while picking himself up off the floor. "My name is Timmy."

The girl's smile lit up his room, but only when she spoke did he finally realize it was Veronica. "Hi Timmy, I'm Veronica," she giggled.

Timmy quickly dusted himself off, never taking his toothy smile away from her. "Oh, yeah... Uhm, what can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you'd teach me how to play videogames."

"Sure!"

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As the three girls were led out of the transport, still being kept separate, Trixie looked back up at the Earth with wide-eyed amazement, not even noticing that Lor was desperately trying to make eye contact with her. Meanwhile, Penny almost never took her eyes off of the beautiful young leader of the KND. Rachel had been annoyed by it at first, but now she seemed okay with Penny's infatuation, and she was even smiling back once in a while. Rachel was also quick to notice when Penny's eyes followed her backpack being passed between operatives.

Rachel turned and gave out the orders, "Okay people, listen up! I want Numbuh 869 brought to the decommissioning chamber." She immediately turned to Lor and explained, "Don't worry your pretty little head. I just want you to be on your best behavior for a change." Then she turned to Fanny and added, "But don't hesitate to push the button if she gives you any trouble."

Rachel then went back at Lor again. "Oh, and don't think that you have any friends here, Numbuh 869. After all, I probably wouldn't have known about your illicit activities if Numbuh 35 hadn't been trying to copy those pictures you asked him to delete."

Then she looked over at Penny, who smiled back at her and even started to blush. "And this one, uhm, what's your name?"

"Penny," she gleefully answered.

Rachel noticed that Penny's enthusiasm seemed to bother Lor, so she decided to rub in some salt. "Penny? That's a beautiful name. But that only makes sense, doesn't it?" She winked and then told the kids guarding her, "Put Penny in inter... uhm, 'guest room' 2. And get her a soda or something, Numbuh 83. She looks a bit flushed."

Trixie was being guarded by twin boys, both wearing the designation 44, A and B. 44A asked Rachel, "What should we do with this one, sir?"

Rachel had to think for a moment. She knew that Lor probably wasn't too happy with Trixie right then, but she wanted to keep up the 'good cop' persona she had started using on Penny. "Ah, yes, the rich girl." She briefly gave Penny a reassuring smile and then patronized, "She looks like she's had a really rough day too, so take her to 'the spa.'"

Trixie shrugged and mumbled, "Well, that doesn't sound so bad." The boys led her away while Lor slowly shook her head in disbelief. She herself was then led away by Fanny and several members of her decommissioning team.

Rachel then had a thought. "Hold up, Numbuhs 83 and 84. I'll walk with you." Rachel then quickly caught up to them and got right behind Penny. "These must be hurting you a bit," she said while starting to untie Penny's hands.

"Oh, I'm used to it," was all that Penny could say, but then she realized how weird it sounded. "I mean..." She turned away her already reddened face.

Rachel pretended not to notice, but she couldn't help but smile. " We’re all friends here, after all."

"Oh, right," Penny suddenly remembered. "Are Lor and Trixie gonna be okay?"

"Oh, of course. There, that's better," Rachel soothed as she finished freeing Penny's hands. "None of you are in trouble, really, but you know how Lor's temper is."

Penny bit her lip and nodded.

They all started walking again as Rachel explained, "The only person in any real trouble is the boy who was poking around in other people's computers without authorization. But my only real concern is how our computers were penetrated so easily."

Penny's voice went soft. "I see..."

Rachel put a reassuring hand on Penny's back. "Don't worry. I understand that you were just protecting your computers. But I was hoping that maybe you could give us a few pointers, that's all." She gave Penny's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Is that okay?"

Penny relaxed. "I guess so. After all, I know how important your work is."

Rachel smiled at her. "I got the feeling you've heard of us before. So, just for fun, tell me what you know about the Kids Next Door. Tell me everything."

Penny smiled. "Sure."

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The 44s led Trixie into a large glass domed room which seemed to be in a central part of the base. From there she could see into several levels of corridors on all sides that led to different parts of the base. There were perhaps hundreds of operatives walking through them, going to and from many unseen places.

She was led towards the center of the room and left standing on a giant bull's-eye at the edge of a subtle depression, shaped like the inside of wok and about twenty feet in diameter. Two clamps rose out of the floor and grabbed her snugly by the ankles before the boys let her go. Hanging directly above her was a worn-out old collapsible kiddy tunnel.

"So, what am I supposed to do?" she asked the boys.

They giggled, and 44A answered, "You're going in the bubblebath." Meanwhile 44B pushed a button on the wall. Hot soapy water started rushing in from the bowl's edges.

The sound crashing of the water echoed loudly throughout the chamber, making Trixie more nervous. "Bubblebath?"

An even louder computerized female voice boomed out:

kids next door
b.u.b.b.l.e.b.a.t.h.
barely underwater bare bottoms likely ensnares bashful abductees trapped here

Trixie gasped. "What's this about 'bare bottoms'?"

Numbuh 44B reached for another button, but before he could press it the redhead girl's heavily-accented voice shouted, "What in the blazes do you think you're doing, Numbuh 44s!"

"Uh, just putting the prisoner in the bubblebath, sir," 44A answered.

"Don't hand me that, you dirty-minded little dogs! You know that only girls are allowed to search girls," Numbuh 86 yelled.

"Yeah, but..."

"Just get out of here!" she commanded, sending the two scurrying out the door. Then the redhead turned to Trixie. "Sorry about that, but you know how boys can be."

"Uh huh," Trixie nodded, still uncertain.

"Anyway, let's do this properly, shall we?" Without waiting for an answer, she pressed a few buttons, making the glass around them go dark. “First, a little privacy. Then we don't want to get those pretty clothes wet..." Another button press made the tunnel above her start whirring and sucking up the air. The vacuum pulled her so hard that it would have picked her up except for the ankle restraints. Instead, it forced her arms up above her head as it whisked away her top and head scarf. Then she felt Fanny's finger against her back as they first unclasped her bra then unzipped her skirt, both of which were immediately sucked up into the tube, leaving Trixie in nothing but her panties and shoes.

Numbuh 86 returned to the controls and stopped the vacuum. Then she looked back at Trixie, who had her arms crossed in front of her chest and was desperately pleading with her eyes.

After looking Trixie up and down for a few seconds, she pressed another button. The bull's-eye holding Trixie suddenly rotated 180º and two bicycle seats popped up behind her, cradling her body as she was dropped backwards. She slid on her back, head first, into the bubble-filled water as her panties and footwear were pulled off by the edges of the seats. After a brief struggle she righted herself and was able to sit up in the shallow water.

Trixie rolled over and tried to crawl out from the center of the dish, but the sides were so smooth and the water so soapy that she couldn't get more than a few feet before sliding back into the middle. She tried a few more times as the redhead watched, smiling as wet, hot, slippery parts of the struggling girl would rise out of the water and then slide all around.

"Ah ah ah!" Fanny finally scolded before pressing a few more buttons. "Unless you want everyone on the base to get a good look, you might want to just keep still." The dome around the room turned clear again, and she could see all of the corridors again, thought this time several kids, mostly boys, were stopping and looking down at her.

Self-consciousness finally won and Trixie settled down. She was able to lie back just enough so that only her head, shoulders and knees showed above the froth. With a huff she pulled back her long hair before glaring at Numbuh 86.

Fanny meanwhile had pulled out a lounge chair and brought it to the edge of the bubblebath. She took her time unfolding it and then sat down, getting comfortable before turning her attention back to Trixie. "Well, we're probably going to be here a while, so why don't we have a little chat?"

[Evil Fairy]

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The New Girls

By The Evil Fairy

Chapter Nine: The Girls Next Door

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“Wait, Lor, please!” Rachel desperately grabbed at Lor’s sleeve, tears standing in her eyes. “Please don’t go. I didn’t mean it. We can just pretend I never said anything!”

Lor just stared back at her partner with shame and panic bubbling up inside her. “I…can’t stay. I have to go.” Rachel’s hand loosened, and she looked at Lor with an expression of hurt and shock, heartbroken.

“Please…?” Rachel whispered, clearly on the verge of tears.

Afraid she’d cry too, afraid she might stay, afraid of so many things she couldn’t name them, Lor pulled her arm from Rachel’s limp grasp. She just looked at the other girl for a moment, and then she turned and ran, her eyes shut tight. “I’m sorry!” She shouted over and over as her footsteps echoed through the steel corridor.

Lor winced at the sting of her memories and opened her eyes, heaving a huge sigh as she looked around the room. She’d been locked in a holding cell that was uncomfortably close to the main decommissioning chamber. She was lying on her back on the tiny cot in the tiny cell, parallel to the cot’s length. Her long legs were fully extended and resting against the cold steel wall, and her head was hanging off the side of the cot as she stared at the door, upside down. Her hands were folded just below her chest, her fingers flicking together as she tried to get her thoughts in order.

It’s not that she was dumb or anything, far from it. She just had a serious problem concentrating on things she didn’t like. And it didn’t help that her brain was seeing fit to replay the memory of abandoning Rachel and ending their friendship over and over again. It felt like someone was whacking her over the head with a bat made of guilt and regret.

The guilt Lor was more or less used to, but the regret was new. In the three years since she’d left the KND she had felt awful about ditching her old partner, but she’d never doubted it was the right thing to do. She wasn’t a freak – she didn’t like girls! But now, Penny and Trixie, well, she was, and she did. Which means she’d broken Rachel’s heart for nothing. Because honestly, back then, Lor had felt the same way too.

Lor closed her eyes and shook her head hard enough to make her reddish-blonde hair smack her forehead. She just wanted to be back home. She wanted to hang out with Tish and Tino and Carver again. After running away from Rachel and the Kids Next Door, her best friends had been the ones who helped her forget and made normal stuff fun again.

Even just thinking about them made her feel better. She chuckled as she tapped her heel against the metal wall. All the times the gang had helped her try and impress Thompson Oberman… Oh how surprised would they be if they knew about her current relationship status? The fact that she was with two girls at once would probably surprise even Tish, though Lor was pretty sure Tish kinda knew that she liked girls. Tino and Carver, well who knew? It was always hard to tell how much boys really knew about that kind of thing. Even if they got the concept there was no telling if they’d actually put it together with something in real life. Tino might…he lived in his head so much already. Probably not Carver though.

She hummed as she tried to imagine how her friends would try to help if they knew about the mess she was in now. “Don’t try to get a favor from Bartie,” she could almost hear Tino say. “Just don’t pull the Kids Next Door into this. Way too risky.”

“Yeah,” Tish’s voice added. “You’re really gonna let a boy anywhere near those pictures? Human nature says that’s probably a really, really bad idea.”

“And anyway, after seeing pictures like those, who’s gonna be able to keep a secret?” Carver added. “Just forget it Lor, bad, bad idea.”

And sure enough, it had been. Jeez, was calling Numbuh 35 a stupid move. If she hadn’t been all jumbled up between Veronica and Trixie, and seeing Rachel again, she never would have done it! And look where it had gotten them! Lor had turned thirteen a month ago. She had waited for the decommissioning squad, but they never came. She figured it was some kind of mix-up. Well, she was sure that was a detail that wasn’t gonna escape their attention this time around.

As for Penny and Trixie…Trixie was a total civilian, she probably didn’t have anything to worry about. But something screwy had happened with Penny, and Lor still didn’t know what Penny had done to get the KND’s attention like that. Lor felt her stomach twist uncomfortably as she remembered the total fangirl look on the little blonde’s face when Rachel started talking to her. That was bad, and not just because she was jealous. But there was nothing she could do. Except get ready to apologize to Rachel… No, fall on her hands and knees and beg for mercy while hoping Penny and Trixie both could just keep their heads down and stay quiet until they were all back home.

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Trixie lay back in the soapy tub and glared across the water at Numbuh 86, her lips pursed shut. The redhead, in return, just gloated and sat back in the lounge chair with her legs crossed. “Not gonna talk, eh? Well, yer a brave one, ain’tcha?” She reached for the button that would turn the dome transparent again. “Well, if we can’t have a nice chat, maybe we should just start the show.”

Even though Trixie felt herself blushing sharply, she forced herself to stay calm. “Go ahead,” she sneered, bringing every scrap of bitchy popular girl she had into the words. “I don’t mind giving those boys a little charity if all the girls around here look like you and your horse-faced boss.”

Numbuh 86 jumped to her feet, her eyes blazing as she shouted, “Don’t you ever talk about her that way!” She ran around the pool to where Trixie sat, and the Asian girl couldn’t help but slide away. For the moment she was ignoring how much was showing over the suds, and if anyone could have seen into the dome at that moment they’d have gotten quite a show as the soapy water glistened on Trixie’s bare, flawless skin.

But right now Trixie was more intent on keeping her distance from the furious Scottish girl who was still chasing her around the tub. “Ya come in here with yer little pig-tailed hacker friend and…and HER and you sit there, all pretty and useless, and insult th’ Supreme Commander of the Kids Next Door? Well when I get my hands on you I’ll…!”

Trixie took a chance and dove across the pool to the other side, holding up her hands defensively. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa. Look, I’m sorry, okay. Just…calm down. We can talk.”

“Don’t tell me ta calm down ya…ya…” 86’s hands, which had been half-raised in fists, dropped to her sides, and her face turned a few shades less red. “Ah, forget it.” The red-haired operative returned to the lounge chair and threw herself into it, sulking with her arms crossed.

After a few long moments, Trixie hesitantly asked, “So, um…did you still want me to talk?”

“Ah, what’s the point?” Numbuh 86 grumbled, making a dismissive little gesture with one hand. “Ya don’t know anything. Anyone could see yer just a normal kid.”

That stung a bit. “I’m not just a normal kid!” Trixie protested. “I’m…I’m…”

“Pretty?” The red-haired operative guessed, her voice carrying a mocking little edge. “Well sorry ta disappoint ya, missie, but Numbuh 10’s almost as pretty as you, and I once saw her take down half a dozen ice cream men with her bare hands. Yer prob’ly hot stuff back at yer little school, but up here yer just another civilian.”

“Well, Penny and Lor are just regular girls too, and…” Trixie trailed off as Numbuh 86 started laughing.

“Regular girls? Those two? Wow, Pretty Girl, you don’t know yer girlfriends too well, do ya?” Numbuh 86 smirked at Trixie’s expression of surprise and annoyance. “Way back when, Lor was Numbuh 869…her and Numbuh 362 were two of th’ best covert operatives we’ve ever had. And yer cute little friend with the pigtails, well, she just hacked into th’ KND mainframe like she owned th’ thing. No, they’re the ones we want to talk to. You just need to sit tight and enjoy the bath.”

Trixie lowered her head, staring down at the suds on the water. She’d been called a lot of things, but not special had never been one of them. And hearing all that about Lor and Penny… “What are you going to do to them?” The Asian girl asked, looking up.

“Hmph. Well, ‘course that’s really up ta Numbuh 362. But I wouldn’t worry yer pretty little head. There’s no way th’ Commander’d do anything to hurt her.” Numbuh 86’s default expression was pretty sour, but the bitterness in her voice definitely went up a notch on the last part.

Trixie decided to take a gamble. “So, Rachel still likes Lor, huh?”

The side of Numbuh 86’s mouth twitched up. “Told ya all about that, did she?”

“No,” Trixie shook her head. “Not really. But it’s not that hard to figure out. And I also think Lor feels really bad about it.”

“Well she better!” 86 exclaimed angrily. “Runnin’ off like that, she broke Rach…I mean Numbuh 362…I mean she deserted the Kids Next Door!”

Trixie tilted her head as her mind worked fast. “Do you like Rachel? You know…like like her?”

Numbuh 86 blinked and her whole face turned red. “Wha…no, don’t be stupid!”

“It’s okay,” Trixie said with a smile. “I mean…you must have seen those pictures, right?”

If anything, the other girl’s face turned even redder. “I didn’t…well, a little.”

“Well, then you oughta know I don’t think there’s anything wrong with liking another girl, right?”

The red-haired girl bit down hard on her lip and looked across the tub at Trixie. For just a second, her hard, angry personality shifted and the stark, hopeless sadness on her face really struck a chord with Trixie. “She doesn’t like me back,” Numbuh 86 said quietly, then turned her head away.

Another long silence stretched itself out awkwardly. “I’m sorry,” Trixie finally offered, and she meant it. “That must be really hard.”

“Ah, what d’you know?” 86 retorted. Her voice had returned to its usual abrasive tone, but she still wasn’t looking at the Asian girl. “Bet ev’ryone at home just loves you.”

“They don’t,” Trixie replied. “And most of the ones that do…don’t like the real me.” At that, Numbuh 86 glanced over at her, looking faintly surprised. Trixie gave her a self-deprecating little half smile. “Penny and Lor kind of showed me that. Well, I mean I pretty much already knew it, but they helped me see that having a bunch of pretend friends wasn’t worth losing a few real ones.”

Now Numbuh 86 was looking at her with a gentle, thoughtful expression that seemed a little out of place on her freckled face. “Look…lemme help ya outta there,” she said. “I’ll take ya to a cell…I mean a room…and you can wait fer yer friends.”

Trixie blinked in surprise as Numbuh 86 stood and walked over to the other side of the pool. “You’re…you’re gonna lock me up?”

“Don’ worry, it won’t be fer long,” 86 told her.

“But…but…” Trixie looked up at the redhead. She was standing almost directly overhead, so Trixie was able to see a very long expanse of slender, freckled thigh and just a hint of Rainbow Monkey panties beneath the orange skirt the operative was wearing. “Wait,” Trixie said. “Maybe there’s another way we could do this.”

Numbuh 86 sighed. “Look girlie, I’m sorry if getting locked up don’t sit too well, but it’s the way it’s done. Just don’t make a fuss and it’ll be alright.”

Trixie reached up and out of the tub with one hand, realizing that her soapy wet chest was rising up out of the water. She tilted her head back and smiling, not even trying to hide the fact that she was looking up the other girl’s skirt. She ran her hand over 86’s leg, just under the knee. Even though the Scottish girl twitched, she didn’t say anything or try to pull away.

“Listen,” Trixie said in the soft dusky tone that usually got results, “like you said, I’m just a regular kid. I’m not going to make any trouble. Instead of locking me up, why don’t you show me around? It would…give us a chance to get to know each other.”

“You just wanna get out of getting tossed in a cell,” Numbuh 86 said accusingly, her eyes hardening. But there was an unmistakable quiver in the back of her voice.

Trixie’s smile widened, and she felt bold enough to let out just a tiny little giggle as she said, “No! Well, I mean, of course I want to get out of it. But look,” Trixie tilted her head slightly as she smiled up at 86. She was telling the truth, but she realized she had to be very careful of how she phrased it. “I don’t think you’re as scary as you act. In fact, I think I kind of like you. Not like you like you,” she added hurriedly, as she saw the redhead’s expression turn disbelieving. “But you seem kinda lonely. And look at me…you’ve got my friends, I’ve never been anywhere like this before…that I can remember…so I’m feeling real lonely right now. If you don’t throw me in jail, and I promise that I won’t cause any problems, I think we can be friends,” she said while stroking the back of Fanny’s knee with her fingertips. “With benefits even,” she added.

“What…what exactly do you mean?” 86 demanded, but she was clearly struggling to remain firm.

“You could join me in here…I’ll show you.” Trixie said playfully, pushing away from the side of the tub and turning over to face Numbuh 86. The suds parted momentarily with her movement, and she knew that the operative just got a momentary glimpse of her naked body beneath the water.

“Maybe…maybe I could just dip me feet in,” Numbuh 86 muttered. She quickly pulled her sneakers and socks off and sat on the side of the pool, slipping her feet and calves into the hot, soapy water.

Trixie slid over, resting one elbow on the side of the pool as her other hand rested gently on the other girl’s thigh. “So, what’s your name?”

“Fanny,” was the reply, as the redhead slowly kicked her feet back and forth through the water.

“Well Fanny, I’m Trixie. It’s really nice to meet you.” Trixie slipped over till she was floating right in front of the other girl, using her knees and elbows to keep her in place on the slick, curved surface of the pool. She put her hands on Fanny’s knees and began to pull them apart, but the redhead clapped them together.

“D…d’you really promise you’ll be good?” Fanny asked breathlessly, her cheek a bright shade of pink. “I mean…if I let ya out ya really won’t cause trouble?”

“I promise I won’t,” Trixie said seriously, looking Fanny right in the eye. “What could I do, anyway? I can’t fight. I can’t do any crazy computer stuff.”

“I guess that’s true…”

“It is true,” Trixie said with a nod. She tried parting Fanny’s legs again and this time while there was a certain amount of hesitance, there was no real resistance. “Lean back,” Trixie directed, and Fanny complied, propping herself up by putting her arms behind her and planting her hands on the floor. “Have you ever done anything like this before?” The Asian girl asked.

“N-no, I haven’t,” Fanny replied.

“Well then, I’ll just have to be…extra…gentle…” Trixie breathed, letting her hands slide up the inside of Fanny’s thighs. “Mmm, what do we have here?” Trixie asked teasingly, running her fingertips over the red legbands of Fanny’s panties.

“Oh!” Fanny gasped, her voice a high-pitched squeak. Trixie chuckled softly.

“Ooo, look at that! Well then, what happens if I…” Trixie slid the tips of her index fingers into Fanny’s panties and used them to pull the crotch of the garment out a little bit. Trixie couldn’t help but notice that the fabric seemed to cling to the redhead’s skin a little bit, as if it was getting damp.

Fanny was holding herself as rigid as possible with her toes and fingers curled up tight. She was trying to pretend her posture was relaxed, but it was pretty obvious to Trixie how tightly she was wound. “Go ahead and lie back all the way,” the Asian girl said.

“I…um…well…alright then,” Fanny gradually released the grip she had on herself as she slowly and reluctantly slid back on her arms until her back was touching the floor. The freckled girl stared up at the ceiling and clasped her hands together on her stomach.

“Good,” Trixie cooed. She flipped Fanny’s skirt up, completely exposing the panties beneath. With no further hesitation, Trixie took hold of the red waistband and began to pull down. But she stopped as Fanny’s whole body jerked suddenly.

“What’re ya doin’?” The Scottish girl demanded sharply, her usual strident tone creeping back into her voice.

“I was…taking them off.” Trixie replied, rather taken aback. “I mean…I thought…” Trixie paused as she saw how tightly Fanny’s hands were clenched together, actually trembling a little from the strain, and maybe something else. She remembered how nervous Lor was the first time, when Trixie had made the mistake of almost forcing the other girl into it.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” The dark-haired beauty said slowly and calmly. “If you want me to, I’ll stop. But Fanny…” Trixie slid over to the side of the tub and slid out of the water, her nude body squirming and her naked ass wiggling as she climbed off the slick surface. She sat on the edge, posing herself so that her long, wet, black hair flowed down her back and she turned, giving Fanny a clear glimpse of her nearly flat chest as the water rolled down her pale skin. When she saw the other girl staring up at her, nervousness clearly fighting with another emotion, Trixie allowed herself a small, sensual smile. “Fanny,” she said in a sweet, wistful whisper, “it feels so good.”

Nobody could be completely immune to a sight like that, and after a few seconds of hesitation, Fanny bit her lip and nodded. “Go ‘head,” she murmured.

Trixie felt her toes curl with satisfaction. Not special, huh? She thought as she slipped back into the water. Just a regular kid, huh? Bet Number 10 or whoever couldn’t get into your panties this fast, but I did!

“You ready to see what a normal girl can do?” Trixie muttered under her breath.

“What?” Fanny asked, glancing down at her.

“Nothing!” Trixie replied with a sly smile. “Now just lie back, and let’s just see what we’ve got here…” Once again, Trixie hooked her fingers into Fanny’s panties, and the redhead stopped breathing, but allowed Trixie to pull them down to her knees. Fanny’s small pussy was soft and flat, the skin lily white with just a hint of pink blossoming out from her tiny slit, along with a little sheen of moisture that showed her growing excitement.

“Oh, Fanny’s got such a pretty little fanny!” Trixie said teasingly. The redhead blushed bright red and sucked in a deep breath, but said nothing. “I just have to give it a kiss,” Trixie whispered, lowering her head and planting three small kisses on the almost imperceptible rise of Fanny’s mound. “Tasty,” Trixie breathed, “so tasty…” She stroked the tip of her tongue in a feathery touch right down Fanny’s lips.

“Th-Tha’ feels so…weird…” Fanny panted. Her hands were no longer on her stomach, but laying at her sides and it looked like she was trying to grab a hold on the hard, smooth surface of the floor.

“You look so tense!” Trixie giggled, rubbing her hands up and down the other girl’s freckled thighs. “Maybe this will help you…relax…” Letting out the last word in a languid sigh, the Asian girl opened her mouth and slid her tongue over Fanny’s pussy. Rather than relaxing, Fanny’s entire body went stiff, and her breath started coming in fast, ragged gasps. But her hips thrust upward, a silent plea for more of Trixie’s mouth.

And Trixie was only too happy to comply. She opened wide and engulfed as much of Fanny’s little cunny as she could. As she sucked, her tongue slid and wriggled up down the redhead’s creamy divide, lapping up the honey that kept pouring out. Fanny was groaning behind her tightly clamped lips and squirming against the floor and Trixie’s face. Her hands came up to hold the back of Trixie’s head, and the dark-haired girl took that as a signal to push her face in even deeper, her tongue plunging in and all around the other girl’s twitching, dripping canal.

“Ah! AH!” Fanny cried out, unable to stop herself. “Yer mouth’s so hot! Don’ stop, don’ stop ever!”

At that point, Trixie couldn’t help herself. She stopped. Her own pussy was boiling over, and by now she was playing with herself, tickling her sex under the water. So, even though she knew it might be a bad idea, she stopped licking Fanny and looked down at her. The Scottish girl’s sweaty, freckled face was a deep shade of red and her expression was one of desperate need and shocked disappointment. “Wh…why?”

Trixie licked some of the juice off her lips and smiled seductively. “Tell me I’m pretty,” she said, then gasped slightly as her probing fingers made her own pleasure spike.

Fanny just stared back at her, her chest heaving underneath the green sweater. “C’mon,” Trixie urged, lowing her head again and giving Fanny’s now quite puffy mound a few teasing licks. “Say it, tell me I’m pretty!”

“Yer…pretty?” Fanny said, her tone expression confusion.

“Mmmm, again,” Trixie moaned, mouthing each of Fanny’s soft pussy lips in turn. “Say it again.”

“Yer pretty…ah!” Fanny’s hands found the back of Trixie’s head again as Trixie started darting her tongue in and out of the redhead’s pussy once again. “Yer pretty…yer so fucking pretty! Yer the prettiest girl in the world jus’ please don’t stop pretty girl, so pretty pretty pretty PLEASE!” On the last word, Fanny’s hands tightened in Trixie’s gorgeous black hair and Fanny lifted herself into a half sitting position. Her legs hooked around Trixie’s back and her whole body rocked forward again and again, fucking Trixie’s face frantically as she came.

Fanny’s intense climax pushed Trixie over the edge as well, and the Asian girl clamped her palm down on her buzzing little mound as she bucked her hips forward under the water, letting the orgasm wash over her.

When Fanny finally relaxed and fell back against the floor, panting, Trixie started gently cleaning the cream from the other girl’s pussy with tiny, teasing strokes of her tongue. Each time she touched Fanny’s cunny, the other girl twitched, and Trixie giggled. “See?” she murmured. “I told you we could help each other.”

“That was…it was…” Fanny groaned again and stretched out fully. “I can’t believe it!”

“I am pretty unbelievable,” Trixie said with a light laugh. Suddenly, the sound of a growling stomach filled the air, and Fanny and Trixie both looked at each other with a tired grin.

“Get yerself cleaned up an’ I’ll get yer clothes,” Fanny said after a moment. “I’ll take ya to the cafeteria. I think it’s pizza day.”

Trixie smiled brightly, trying to keep herself from looking too satisfied. “So then you won’t…?” She left the question hanging.

Fanny pulled herself to her feet slowly and shook her head. “I think I must be goin’ crazy, but nah. We’ll just say yer my guest up here. But ye’d better behave yerself,” she added, looking at Trixie with a stern expression. The Chinese girl couldn’t tell if it was a joke or not. “I’m not lettin’ ya outta my sight!”

Trixie smirked and got on her knees, lifting her torso out of the pool and running her hands over her glistening little buds. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m worth seeing,” she teased. Fanny just rolled her eyes, shook her head and sighed.

“Somethin’ tells me I’m gonna regret this…”

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In another part of the vast Moonbase Zero there was a small room with a square table in the center and several chairs all around. Depending on the circumstances, it could be used for simple interviews or interrogations, but the comfortable chairs, the warm lighting and the bowl of candy in the middle of the room made it clear that this was a gentle sort of encounter. This was the room where Penny was trying to have a conversation with Numbuh 362. The problem was, Penny was gushing and couldn’t seem to stop herself. And it wasn’t in the really, really fun way, either. But it was all so overwhelming...being brought up to the Kids Next Door global headquarters, seeing how amazing it all was in real life, having Numbuh 362…NUMBUH 362 actually sitting down and talking to her like she was interested in what Penny had to say! It was impossible to stop talking about how amazing it all was!

Barely listening to herself, Penny answered all of Rachel’s (and ohmigod, Numbuh 362 wants me to call her Rachel!) questions about Penny’s knowledge of the Kids Next Door, which Penny figured was pretty expansive for a total ‘civilian.’ Penny figured that the next line of questioning would be about how she hacked into the KND mainframe so easily. But after Penny had managed to calm herself down a little, and Rachel had promised to sign Penny’s 362 Supreme Commander trading card, the taller girl rose from the table, walked around to Penny’s side, pulled up a chair and sat down.

Penny felt her heart skip a beat. She’s so close, she thought frantically. What is she going to do? Is she gonna…? But any wild fantasies were cut short when Rachel looked down at her clasped hands on the table and started speaking in a slow, delicate tone.

“Okay, Penny…I hate to ask you about something so personal. But I need to know some things about your relationship with Lor. And the other girl, of course…Trixie, right?”

Penny felt herself blush, but she nodded anyway. “Right…Trixie.”

The corner of Numbuh 362’s mouth twitched up a little and she nodded in return. “Fine. So.” Rachel cleared her throat hesitantly. “First thing you should probably know is; I saw those pictures you deleted.”

“I…uh, um.” Penny’s mouth went dry and she suddenly felt shivery all over. Her face, she was sure, must have just been flaming. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

A long, uncomfortable silence dragged out. Penny’s usually agile mind was severely hampered by how starstruck she was still feeling, and Numbuh 362’s close proximity really wasn’t helping that. Still, she was trying hard to figure out what she was supposed to say. Finally, she just decided to toss the ball back to the other girl. In a quiet voice she asked, “What did you want to know?”

The question seemed to take Rachel by surprise, as if she didn’t expect Penny to want to talk about it at all. Another long pause began, and Penny could see by the look on Rachel’s face that the other girl was thinking just had hard as she just was. “I guess…I guess what I’m really wondering is are you guys just, y’know, having fun? Or is it, y’know, more?”

That was not a question that Penny expected, and it really wasn’t one she knew how to answer. Or did she? She thought hard for a long moment, trying to find the right words. “Is this because of…of you and Lor?” Penny asked in a voice that was just a shade above a whisper. “I’m sorry,” she quickly added, hoping she hadn’t just crossed a line.

But Rachel’s lips just twisted with a momentary, bitter smile. “She told you, huh?”

“No!” Penny held up her hands and shook her head. “No, no, no! All she ever really said was that you guys had a fight, and she let you down. Really, that was it! But with how you two look at each other, and how scared she was the first time…”

“She was scared, huh?” Rachel lowered her head and chuckled a little. Then she paused and looked up, a puzzled expression on her face. “What do you mean, ‘how we look at each other’?”

Penny gave a tiny little shrug. “Well, I mean, you looked mad, and she looked sad, but you still kinda look at each other like, um…well, like Trixie and Lor look at me. You know?”

Numbuh 362 set her lips. “No,” she said flatly.

Penny bit her lip and lowered her head. “I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have said that.” After another long pause, without looking up, she added, “It started out just fun. Me and Trixie, and then Lor. And now…now I’m not sure. I’ve never had very many friends my own age, so I don’t know if it’s just being friends and…that…or if it’s something else. Maybe Trixie knows.”

“Hm.” Rachel leaned back in her chair, one hand draped over the back and the other laying on the table, drumming her fingers on the surface.

Impulsively, Penny reached out and put her hand over Rachel’s. “Rachel…I know that Lor’s really sorry about what she did. I know she’d take it back if she could. And I think…I think…if you still wanted, even after all this time, to be with her, like that, I think she’d want that too.”

The taller girl seemed to freeze in place, but she didn’t make the slightest move to pull away from Penny’s hand. “Well, I’d hate to break up the happy triple,” she said in a half-mocking tone.

At that, Penny smiled. With a sudden rush of boldness, she scooted her chair closer to Rachel’s and leaned in. “Who says you’d have to?” she asked in a silky tone.

Rachel blinked, and for the first time a little pink flush appeared on her cheeks. “What?” she asked, completely nonplussed.

“Well…if Lor likes you that much, you must be worth liking,” Penny said in that same soft, smooth voice. “And besides,” she added with a chuckle, “I kinda had a crush on you before I ever met Trixie or Lor.”

“You…you’re crazy!” Rachel stammered out. But Penny couldn’t help but notice that she still wasn’t trying to pull away.

Penny leaned in a little more, until her face was very close to Rachel’s. She could actually smell the light scent of the shampoo in the other girl’s hair, and from Rachel’s sudden intake of breath she had a feeling Numbuh 362 could smell her too. As always, being that close made the blood pound in Penny’s ears and pushed all of her inhibitions right out the window. She smiled at Rachel, and in it’s own way, it was a completely innocent, guileless smile…but it was also full of a desire that was much less than innocent. “Do you want to, y’know, have fun with me?” Penny whispered.

Rachel suddenly held her breath, and in that moment Penny lunged forward, pressing her lips to the other girl’s. Rachel went stiff, but then she just melted back against Penny’s mouth. Penny slipped her tongue inside, and even though it was clear that Rachel hadn’t done this before, the two were soon exploring each other’s mouths, the sound of the kiss smacking wetly in the otherwise silent room.

Penny left Rachel’s mouth and began kissing her way down to the supreme commander’s neck, where her sucking and licking the soft skin there soon had Rachel gasping loudly as she leaned her head over to give the small girl better access.

“Oh, you’re good at that,” Rachel said with a shaky whisper.

“Trixie taught me,” Penny murmured in between kisses. “It’s funny,” she giggled wetly against Rachel’s neck, which made the other girl shiver, “she’s way the best kisser, but she’s the youngest. I mean, Lor’s already thirteen and…”

Rachel’s eyes suddenly popped open and she twisted her body around, clamping one hand firmly over Penny’s mouth. “No, she’s not,” she whispered furiously.

Penny went wide-eyed with surprise, Rachel’s suddenly angry expression making her very nervous. She began to try to talk through Rachel’s hand, but that just made the taller girl push her hand down a bit harder. “No,” she hissed. “Just listen. You’re wrong. You’re very wrong. Lor is not thirteen. You must have misunderstood. And if you say that she is again, to anyone, I’ll hear about it and I promise, you will be very, very sorry.”

After staring intently into Penny’s frightened eyes for several more moments, Rachel nodded and stood, readjusting the collar on the blue pajamas she wore beneath the tiger-striped sweater. “Wait here,” she directed, suddenly all business again. “Someone will be here to show you to a room in a minute.” Rachel left the room, and Penny could hear the metallic clank as Numbuh 362 locked the heavy iron door behind her, ending Penny’s hopes that her friendly treatment would continue.

The little blonde just stared at the door, feeling very shaken. “What did I say?” she murmured in a slightly dazed voice.

[Evil Fairy]

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Sleeping With the Stars

By The Evil Fairy


Chapter One: Kendall’s Backstage Pass

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Kendall Perkins fidgeted nervously in her seat. She glanced around the small waiting room, looking over at all the other girls crowded inside. Some looked just as nervous as she did. Others, usually the ones who had their moms with them, looked excited. (Though a few of those girls looked even more nervous than Kendall.) Unlike Kendall, most of the other girls were wearing clothes that marked them as fanatical fans of the show Teena Sometimes, with the tiara, pink shirt, purple jacket and blue jeans of the show’s eponymous main character.

Kendall herself had foregone her usual outfit in favor of something more professional-looking. She had on a smoky gray, two-piece skirt suit from the Young Executive of Tomorrow collection. The description had said it was perfect for any kind of interview situation, but Kendall was rapidly getting the feeling that she had over-dressed for this.

Then the intercom crackled to life. “Kendall Perkins,” the pleasant female voice said, “Kendall Perkins, your audition is next. Please come in.”

The blonde girl stood and straightened her skirt, trying to ignore all the eyes on her as she stepped towards the door leading to the studio.

How did I get myself into this? She wondered.

How Kendall Got Herself Into This…

It was a gorgeous day in Mellowbrook as Kendall stepped out onto her front porch, closing the door behind her as hard as she could without her dad yelling at her for slamming it. She growled deep in the back of her throat as she glared down at the piece of paper in her hand and contemplated tearing it to pieces, even though she knew it wouldn’t do any good. Then there was a grinding, rolling crash followed by an explosion of broken glass next door as Kick Buttowski and his sidekick Gunther were forcibly ejected from the Buttowski house by way of the living room window.

“JUST FIX IT BEFORE I FIX YOU!” The outraged shriek was delivered in a shrill, young voice that could only belong to Kick’s younger sister Brianna.

“Biscuits,” Kick stated flatly as he picked himself up off the lawn.

“What’re we gonna do Kick?” Gunther asked in a panicky voice. “If we can’t get her back in the club…”

“No Extreme Action Cookout with Special Guest Host Billy Stumps,” Kick finished. “I know. I just need a plan.”

“There’s always Plan D,” Gunther said, holding up a bright pink flyer.

“Forget it Gunther!” Kick said firmly. “We don’t know anyone who’d…”

“A-hem!” Kendall interrupted along with an angry little stomp of her foot. “Do you two mind taking this somewhere else? Some of us have real problems.”

“Kendall!” Kick’s face suddenly lit up with hope. “Listen Kendall, we need a pretty, talented blonde to go audition for a bit part on Teena Sometimes.”

“Oh…Kick…?” Despite herself, Kendall felt flattered. She smiled and placed a modest hand on her chest. “I wish I could help…”

“So do you know any?” Kick asked guilelessly.

The blonde girl ground her teeth together with a sound like cracking porcelain as she clenched her hands into fists. “If I wasn’t trying to get out of going to camp for the weekend..!” she began to yell.

“Camp? That’s your problem?” Kick folded his arms with a dismissive look. “What’s the big deal?”

Kendall rolled her eyes. “My dad thinks I’m not ‘active’ enough,” she said, air-quoting the word. “So now I’ve got to spend a weekend in the woods on some stupid Girl Adventurer campout. Bugs, nasty food, you never feel clean, it’s always too hot or too cold, and no PBS, television or radio!”

“Meh.” Kick actually seemed smug as he described the trouble he’d gotten himself and Gunther into. “I accidentally got Brianna kicked out of the Teena Sometimes fan club. If I can’t get her back in, we can’t go to the Extreme Action Cookout with Special Guest Host Billy Stumps next month.”

Now it was Kendall’s turn to look contemptuous. “Oh whatever. Just send a letter with enough glitter on it to whoever runs the stupid thing and I’m sure they’ll take her back.”

Kick smirked. “Not the way I got her kicked out.”

“We need a letter inviting her back in, signed by Teena Sometimes herself,” Gunther explained. “And the audition is the only way we’ve got to get close to her.” The obese blond boy smiled ruefully. “She, um, stopped accepting my letters a few months ago.”

Now Kendall was looking to the camp’s acceptance letter, then to Kick and Gunther, and then back again. A slow smile appeared on her face. “Just how desperate are you?” she asked. “Because if the answer is ‘extremely’ I think we might be able to help each other out.”

Back in the Present…

“Oh yeah,” Kendall muttered to herself as she stepped through the door. “That’s how. I wonder how Kick’s making out.”

In a Quick Cutaway…

Kick was sitting under a tree, his arms crossed sullenly as all the other campers laughed and ran around him. He was wearing a Kick-sized version of Kendall’s usual outfit, with a straight blonde wig under his helmet. “Biscuits,” he growled under his breath.

“Hey Kick…I mean Kendall!” Gunther, dressed in the khaki shirt and skirt of a professional Girl Adventurer, called out from the midst of a group of real girls who were looking at him admiringly. “These girls said that super-cute redheaded counselor wants me to join her Secret Club! It’s only for special girls that are super good at keeping secrets. I’m heading to the initiation now. Wanna come with?”

“No, Guntherina,” Kick replied tersely. “You go on ahead.”

Gunther shrugged. “Suit yourself!”

Back in the Studio…

“Okay, here we go!” Kendall paused to take a couple of deep breaths and fixed a bright, cheerful smile on her face just as she stepped forward into the light. The ‘stage’ wasn’t much of one: just a little raised platform in the larger studio. There was a folding table set up in front of it with a woman in a blue suit cut much the same as Kendall’s sitting at it. Kendall figured she was the casting director.

There were a couple of young women standing behind her, interns or assistants probably. Behind those, there was someone else, someone with red hair and what looked like a blue sweatshirt but, with the bright light shining down on Kendall, she couldn’t really make out much more than that. What she was sure of, however, was that Teena herself wasn’t around.

Kendall had to fight for a moment to keep her smile in place as disappointment gave her a quick stab. Now she had to get the part. She had really hoped Teena might have been there. She could have gotten the actress to sign Kick’s little sister’s letter right on the spot. Still, it was probably silly to think that the star would have been around to cast a nameless bit part.

“Well Kendall,” the casting director’s voice snapped the girl back to the business at hand, “that’s a very stylish outfit… But you did know that we’re casting members of a dance group, not a board meeting?” She was looking at Kendall with a half-bored, half-mocking expression, and Kendall felt herself blush. She hadn’t bothered to really check what part she was trying out for.

“You’re pretty,” the director continued in the same disinterested tone, making it clear that ‘pretty’ was as about as unique as ‘human’ in her experience. “And you’ve got decent poise. And it’s not like we’re making you do a routine or anything. Still, we’re looking for girls who can at least pretend to dance.”

“I can dance!” Kendall blurted out. “See?” She assumed fourth position, executed a few quick, clean échappés, hopped through a couple little sissones and ended with a pirouette with her leg lifted high. That last move made her skirt ride up to the point that her panties were clearly visible, and she quickly pulled her skirt back down when she finished, now blushing slightly.

“Not bad,” the director said, smirking a little. “And you’ve got nice legs.” Kendall felt her face redden even more. “I was actually thinking more contemporary dance, but stick around till after the audition. We might…huh?” The redhead from the back had stepped forward to tap the casting director on the shoulder.

Now that she was more in the light, Kendall recognized the sporty teen. She was Scarlett Rosetti, Teena Sometimes' former stunt double. After briefly taking Kick Buttowski’s place as Mellowbrook’s resident daredevil/public nuisance she went back to the show and started playing Teena’s arch nemesis, Scarlet Letter. And now she was having a whispered conversation with the casting director. Both of them kept looking back at Kendall, the casting director with a surprised, then skeptical expression. Scarlett held a steady, confident little smile the whole time.

Finally, they seemed to reach some kind of agreement and Scarlett stepped back beside the director’s interns. “Um, Kendall,” the director cleared her throat and made a note on her clipboard. “In the episode you’ll be appearing in…” Kendall’s eyes widened as she realized the woman had said ‘you’ll be.’ Not ‘might be!’ “In the episode, “the director continued, “one member of your dance squad is going to be momentarily held hostage by the Scarlet Letter. That extra will have a tiny bit more screen time, and one or two lines. Probably something like, ‘Help me Teena!’ Do you think you could handle that?”

Kendall wanted to jump for joy. A speaking role like that would definitely get her in range to have Teena sign Brianna’s letter. Instead, she just put one hand on her hip and waved the other dismissively. “Pfft, two lines? No problem. I’ve got the entire Constitution memorized. And the Declaration of Independence. And most of Shakespeare. And…”

“All right, all right!” The director shook her head. Behind her, Scarlett was clearly trying to hold back laughter. “I’ll have an intern show you backstage for wardrobe.”

“No worries. I’ll show her the way,” Scarlett said, smiling up at Kendall. Her voice was sort of breathy and musical. But still kind of tough. Kendall decided she liked it. “C’mon Kendall,” the redhead beckoned her down off the platform. “Let’s go.”

After popping back into the dressing room for her bag Kendall followed Scarlett though the studio’s twisting hallways. “Here we go,” Scarlett said brightly as she opened a door to let Kendall inside. From the mirrors and the clothing racks the young blonde realized it was a small dressing room. Behind her Scarlett had entered the room as well and closed the door behind them. Glancing back, Kendall saw that the teen actress was leaning against the door with her arms crossed, looking at the younger girl with a slight smile on her freckled face.

“Thanks for showing me in here,” Kendall said a bit bashfully, lifting her bag slightly. “This suit’s not exactly comfortable, so I brought some regular clothes.” When Scarlett didn’t say anything, Kendall felt herself blush slightly. “So, I thought I’d get changed.” Scarlett just nodded.

Kendall felt her cheeks grow pinker by the moment as the uncomfortable silence dragged on and on. “Could I get a little privacy?” she finally asked in an exasperated tone. Scarlett still didn’t say anything. She just shot Kendall a very amused look and let herself out. The blonde girl made sure the door was locked, then started changing clothes.

A short time later there was a knock at the door. Kendall’s argyle sweater was in place, and she had just tugged on her knee socks and sneakers. The slender girl paused just as she was about to put her black pencil skirt on over her bright blue panties and looked at the door with a trace of suspicion. The redhead’s behavior had given Kendall a very weird feeling. She was half-afraid that the knock meant that Scarlett wanted to be let back in. The knock came again. “What is it?” Kendall asked.

“Someone came by with your costume for the show. I thought you might want to take a look at it, maybe try it on?”

“Um…yeah. Sure.” Kendall cautiously opened the door a crack, making sure only her top half was visible.

Scarlett was there, holding a plastic-wrapped bundle of cloth. When she caught sight of the younger girl, she smirked and lifted an inquisitive eyebrow. “That’s what you usually wear?”

“Yeah, so what?” Kendall snapped defensively.

Scarlett just chuckled and held out the wrapped costume. “Jeez, I didn’t mean anything by it. Chill out. Here.”

Kendall glared at the redhead for a moment, then grabbed the proffered clothes and closed the door again. “Hope it fits,” she heard Scarlett murmur teasingly with another chuckle.

Back inside the dressing room Kendall threw a quick, irritated look over her shoulder at the door then opened the plastic bag to get a look at her costume. Her eyes widened as her cheeks turned bright red. The ‘costume’ she was supposed to wear was nothing but a pair of shiny black microshorts and a glittering gold top that would leave a lot of midriff exposed. “I can’t wear this on TV!” she exclaimed angrily while tossing it on the floor. “You said I’d be a dancer, not a stripper!”

She could hear Scarlett laughing through the door, and the skinny little blonde’s anger erupted. Kendall spun around and yanked open the door, forgetting that she hadn’t put her skirt on yet. “What’s so funny?” she demanded, her face livid.

Scarlett had abruptly stopped laughing and was looking at Kendall very oddly, a little flush in her own freckled cheeks. “Nice panties,” she said, the corner of her mouth turning up very slightly.

Kendall felt her face go even redder and she quickly pulled down on her sweater, tugging it down over her naked thighs as much as possible. She could feel that it was hardly enough to preserve her modesty.

Scarlett started laughing again. “Oh wow, you are such a little goody two-shoes! It’s hilarious!”

“Why?” Kendall snarled. “Because I don’t like prancing around in my underwear, or because I don’t want to be a pole dancer on a show for seven year old girls?”

“Aw, the outfit’s not that bad,” Scarlett replied in a voice that still bubbled with repressed mirth.

“It is so! If that’s what I’ve gotta wear, then I quit!” I’ll just have to find some other way to get Kick’s stupid letter signed.

“Fine,” Scarlett said, and Kendall could practically hear the shrug in her voice. “I’ll see what I can do to change it.”

“Wait…what?” Surprised, Kendall turned to look at the other girl.

“I’ll change it.” There was a smug smile on Scarlett’s face. “No big deal.”

“Why would you do that?” Kendall asked suspiciously. “Why did you want me to get this part, anyway?”

“What can I say?” Scarlett asked carelessly, toying with the end of one of her own short pigtails. “I like your look. And I know I was poking fun, but actually I like having good little girls around. It keeps me safe.”

“Safe?” Kendall lifted an eyebrow. “What does that mean?”

“It means with a cutie like you around, I could get into some serious trouble.” Scarlett took a couple of steps towards Kendall, that half-mocking little smile still firmly in place. Kendall instinctively backed up into the dressing room, tugging down on her sweater harder than before as the redhead slowly kept moving closer. “I’m not a good girl. I get into trouble all the time. Maybe that’s why I like playing the villain so much.”

She reached out and brushed Kendall’s flushing cheek with her fingertip. Kendall felt herself shaking a little bit as she realized what Scarlett was implying. Forgetting about keeping her panties covered Kendall couldn’t stop herself from grabbing onto Scarlett’s wrist with both hands to fend it off. “Oh yeah,” the teen whispered as she let Kendall push her hand back. Her smile widened enough to show just a little teeth. “I could be so, so bad with you.”

“But…but…you’re not–I’m a girl!” Kendall managed to stammer out as she stood there, completely unable to move away.

“Mmm, I noticed,” Scarlett whispered, drawing her face in close. “It’s like a boy, but better.”

Kendall could smell the faint, sweet scent of the tomboyish teen's shampoo, and it drove home just how intimately close to her the redhead was. Kendall’s knees felt weak. Still frozen, the little blonde held her breath and bit down on her lower lip slightly.

“So Kendall,” Scarlett was murmuring as she lowered the hand that Kendall wasn’t clinging to. “How should I have them tweak the costume? Longer shorts? Maybe a longer top too?” Suddenly, the teenager’s hand was sliding up under Kendall’s sweater and the white shirt underneath, her warm hand running over the skin of Kendall’s belly. “Such a shame to cover this up, though.” And then Kendall felt a fingertip probing the waistband of her panties. “And as for this…”

The touch shocked Kendall back into motion and she jumped backwards, breathing heavily. Her whole face was bright red as she used both hands to pull her sweater back down and hold it there. She stared at Scarlett, ready to bolt if the other girl made another move towards her.

Instead, the redhead just laughed softly. “See? Good girl. I’m safe. It’ll be fun working with you Kendall. But not too much fun, right? These next couple of days we’ll have all kinds of chances to find ourselves alone together, but I’m sure you won’t let that happen. After all, the two of us, all alone?” Scarlett gave her a wink as she turned and left the dressing room. “We’d definitely get into trouble,” she said without looking back.

Her face still flaming and her breath deep and ragged, Kendall quickly picked the skimpy costume up off the ground and held it closely in front of her nearly naked hips. By the time she'd covered herself she saw the door swing shut behind Scarlett.

Later That Night…

Kendall relaxed in the best crummy motel room her father’s swiped credit card could buy. She was lying on her stomach, flipping through one of the textbooks she had brought along. Her violet pajama bottoms were on, but it was a little warm for the top, so she was just wearing a little white camisole instead. Though she was stubbornly trying to study, her eyes kept slipping back to the wildly inappropriate costume she had brought along and left at the foot of the bed. At the same time, her mind also would not stop slipping back to Scarlett’s weird behavior.

Finally, realizing that studying with this kind of distraction was useless, Kendall pushed the books under her pillows and climbed off the bed. In a few moments she had shed her pjs, camisole and panties included. She stood naked at the side of the bed, looking down at herself as the motel’s dim lighting played over her. Her body was very slender, but soft, with a flat belly, and just the tiniest hint of extra softness to her chest that gave her small pink nipple a hint of puffiness. Her hips were still completely narrow and boyish, making her long legs seem even skinnier. And between her thighs, her lips were thin, flat and smooth. There was a just a hint of glistening wetness there, betraying the excitement she’d been trying to suppress.

With a quavering little sigh of surrender Kendall picked up the costume she had protested against so stridently, and put it on. The sparkly gold top went on first. The stretchy material was almost see-through, and it tickled her sensitive nipples as she pulled it on, teasing them to hardness. It covered her chest, but left her entire abdomen exposed.

Next came the shorts, and thin as she was she still had to pull and wriggle her way into the shiny lycra. Calling them ‘shorts’ was being generous…they left her legs completely exposed, and the tight material hugged every curve and contour like a second skin. They might has well have been painted on. Once everything was in place, Kendall took a deep breath and walked over to the motel room’s full-length mirror. Her eyes widened in surprise and she felt herself smiling as she studied her reflection. She had to admit, she pulled this off pretty well.

Kendall blushed slightly as she turned around and struck a pose with her feet slightly apart and her hip cocked out, one hand resting on it. She used the other hand to toss her long blonde hair back as she looked back into the mirror with a seductive smile. “Mmm, you like that?” she cooed, blushing even harder. Even with her skinny body and non-existent hips, these tiny shorts were tight enough to give even her slender little rear some oomph!

She spun around on one heel again, one hand resting on her thigh while the other slid up her bare belly until its fingers pulled up the glittering top so one small, rose pink nipple was exposed. “Is this the kind of dancing you had in mind, Scarlett?” she whispered. She licked the fingertips of her free hand and started playing with the stiffening little nub. Kendall started swaying slightly in time to the hard, fast beat of the dance music she was imagining.

The skinny blonde schoolgirl turned again and dropped to her hands and knees. She pumped her whole body backwards and forwards, arching her back and grinding her ass in the air. She faced the mirror once again and leaned forward, her eyes fluttering shut. Instead of her own reflection, in her mind’s eye it was Scarlett’s face her lips were approaching, the teen’s cheeks just as red as her hair, and a surprised, flustered and needy look on her face as Kendall took control. “Now who’s a troublemaker?” Kendall whispered as she kissed the mirror, leaving a heart-shaped lip gloss mark behind.

Kendall pushed herself up and sat on her knees, her skinny thighs spread wide. She hooked her thumbs into the shorts and pushed the shiny material down until just the first little swell of her mons was visible. She licked her lips and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed, she was breathing heavily, and her pose was so wicked. More than anything, she wished Scarlett could be there to see it.

With another little sigh, Kendall slid the index and middle finger of her left hand down the front of the shorts, slipping them right down her slick, puffy little slit. Her whole body shuddered as she realized how wound up her little ‘show’ had gotten her. Really, Kendall wasn’t sure she’d ever felt this boiling hot. Biting down on her lip, she laid back against the thick carpet on the motel room floor and unceremoniously yanked the microshorts down her legs. She ran her tongue over the fingers and palm of her right hand and slid it all the way down her pussy until her middle finger slipped into her super-tight, immature opening. She moved it in and out of her canal with fast, tiny movements, her palm squeezing and pressing down on her vulva as she went.

“Mmm, Scarlett,” she moaned under her breath, trying not to let her voice carry into the hallway or other rooms. “Oh no…we’re being so bad, aren’t we?” She started panting as her hips began twitching and bucking all on their own. Her juices were soaking her thighs and her hand. “Bad, bad, naughty nasty dirty…little…girl!” Her face squinched in tight and she brought her knees up to her chest as far as she could, holding a frozen, trembling fetal position as her busy little hand brought her pussy to a boiling hot, electric climax.

With a long, trembling groan she let her legs relax and drop back down to the floor. She rolled her hips a few more times, enjoying the feel of her wet thighs sliding against each other, and the plush carpet rubbing against her bare ass. A relaxed, satisfied smile was on her face as she traced a little circle on her belly with one wet finger.

At that moment her phone rang, cutting right through her blissful afterglow. With a grumble of protest she rolled over, crawled to the bed and snatched the phone off of the nightstand without looking. “What is it!” she demanded.

“Did you get her to sign it?” It was Kick.

Kendall let out an aggravated sigh and sat her still-naked butt on the floor, her back against the bed. “No, Kick, I didn’t. She wasn’t at the audition. But I’m in the show, so I’m sure I’ll get my chance.” A rather nasty smile curled her lips. “How’s camp?”

“Gunther seems really popular, but I hate it,” Kick said in a flat monotone. “So you’d better make this worth it, or else…”

“Or else what?” Kendall scoffed, tossing her head back to get her sweaty hair out of her eyes. “You’re gonna let everyone know you dressed up like me to sneak into an all-girls camp?”

“Nope. But ‘Kendall’ might decide that an awesome stunt might be the best way to say good-bye. I’m thinking something with fire and explosions. You know how that kinda thing can get away from you.”

Kendall squeezed the phone tight enough to make the plastic creak. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Get Teena to sign the letter, and you don’t have to find out.”

“You’d better listen to…” Kendall paused as a thought struck her. She settled back into place, a contented smile on her face. She lifted her right hand to her face and slowly, deliberately, sucked her middle finger clean.

“Kendall? Did you hang up?” Kick’s voice sounded impatient.

“No, I’m still here,” Kendall replied breezily. “I just realized I know the perfect way to get Teena to sign the letter, and I won’t even have to worry about seeing her.”

“How?”

“Well that’s a rude question,” Kendall laughed. “Bye 'Kendall'! Watch out for poison ivy!” Still chuckling, the blonde girl ended the call and climbed up into bed. The next morning was going to be…educational.

[Evil Fairy]

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Strawberry's Berry Special Summer

By The Evil Fairy

Chapter One: Sweet Treats and Sneak Peeks

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“Strawberry!” a plaintive cry rang out as Custard, a little pink kitten, padded into Strawberry Shortcake’s kitchen and looked around. Strawberry’s other pet, an energetic white and blue puppy named Pupcake, bounded in right after her. Both animals looked around, but Strawberry was nowhere in sight.

“Now where is she?” Custard asked herself, poking her head with her paw thoughtfully. “It’s lunchtime!”

Pupcake let out a little yip and dashed over to the back door. Without a moments hesitation he flung himself through the pet flap and poked his head back inside to give Custard an expectant little bark. “Is she out there?” Custard asked, and Pupcake barked again. “Well what’s she doing out there while I’m hungry in here?” Custard walked over to the petflap and slipped outside.

Sure enough, there was Strawberry, laying on her stomach and facing away from the house. As always, she was wearing a wide-brimmed hat, with a strawberry designs all over, that covered her short, curly red hair. She had on a red and white striped long-sleeved shirt, a pair of blue jeans and red sneakers. The little redhead was propping herself up on her elbows, and it looked like she was doing something, though from behind it was hard to tell what. Her knees were bent so her feet were in the air, and she was swinging them back and forth to the little tune she was humming.

“Strawberry!” Custard called out again as both animals dashed towards her. “We’re hungry!”

Strawberry came to with a start and quickly flipped over the sheet of paper she had been writing on. “Oh! Oh…gosh, I’m sorry Custard!” Pupcake hopped over and licked Strawberry’s face, making her giggle. “And you too, Pupcake! I guess I lost track of time!”

“What’s this?” Custard asked, reaching out a paw to poke at the paper. Strawberry quickly drew it away. “It is a secret?”

“Hmm…” Strawberry tilted her head thoughtfully. “Well, it’s not exactly a secret, but it’s kinda sorta personal. I’m just writing a letter, to my berry good friend Blueberry Muffin…she’s been traveling all over the world this summer, and I miss her a lot.”

“Ohhh!” Custard gave Strawberry a knowing smile, her eyes half-lidded. “So it’s a love letter!”

Strawberry’s pink cheeks flushed even deeper as she blushed and smiled shyly down at the paper. “Sort of…I just wanted her to know how I feel. And I also wanted to tell her about all the fun I’ve been having with all our friends here in Strawberryland!”

“I bet you did,” Custard said with a sly chuckle, and Strawberry blushed even redder. “So what are you writing to her about now?”

Strawberry tapped the pen she had been writing with against her cheek and looked up at the sky, remembering. “I’m starting with what happened the week after she left…you remember? When I was bringing all those berries to Angel Cake’s house…”

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The sun was just starting to set on a beautiful summer day in Strawberryland, and Strawberry was walking down the path, swinging a pair of woven baskets filled to the brim with plump, ripe strawberries from her garden. There was a smile on her face as she enjoyed the fragrant summer day, but that smile wasn’t quite as sunny as her friends would have expected. Her special friend, Blueberry Muffin, had been gone on her trip for a whole week now, and Strawberry was already missing her terribly. It was a sorta sweet, sorta lonely sorta sad that she felt, but she knew that Blueberry would come home eventually, so she was trying to put a happy face on herself.

So now she was taking a bushel of berries to her friend Angel Cake, who lived in a big, cake-shaped house in a neighborhood of Strawberryland called Cakewalk. Despite all the thematic redundancy in the air, and her own melancholy, Strawberry was looking forward to this afternoon. Angel was the best baker ever, and the little redhead couldn’t wait to see what her friend was planning to do with all the berries she had asked for.

But there was no answer when Strawberry arrived at Angel Cake’s front door and called out for her. In fact the door was cracked open, and when Strawberry knocked with her elbow it opened even more to reveal a darkened living room, all the curtains drawn. “Angel Cake?” Strawberry called out hesitantly. “Are you home?”

There was no answer, but Strawberry thought she heard something from above, and there was light coming from the upstairs hallway. She set her baskets on the table in front of Angel Cake’s sofa and took one last look around the silent, gloomy room. Feeling a little spooked, the little redhead hurried up the stairs, relieved to see sunlight shining from Angel Cake’s bedroom.

“Angel Cake,” Strawberry called again as she entered the open doorway, “are you in heee-jumpin’ juicy jamberries!” Angel Cake was in there all right. Everything seemed to freeze for an instant. The little blonde girl, her wavy hair up in a pair of neat pigtails tied with purple bows, was lying on her bed completely naked. Every inch of her pale, creamy skin was open to Strawberry’s view. But it wasn’t just that she was naked…Strawberry had obviously caught her in the middle of something.

Angel’s feet were planted firmly on the mattress, and her lower body was thrust obscenely into the air, her knees spread wide and exposing her dripping wet little peach. It was a rosy shade of pink from excitement, and no wonder. Her thighs were positively glistening with juice, and when Strawberry had walked in, she had been frantically frigging herself with the fingers of her left hand, her right hand clutching at the sheets.

Angel Cake’s eyes went wide with shock and her whole body froze when Strawberry yelled. Then she squealed with dismay and rolled off the bed to hide herself. At that same moment Strawberry jumped backwards and pressed her back against the wall next to the doorway, her heart in her throat and her cheeks on fire.

Angel Cake wailed, “Oh my gosh, Strawberry, I forgot you were coming! I thought you were…um…I forgot you were coming!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Strawberry cried out, clenching her eyes shut. “I shouldn’t have come inside…even though the door was unlocked…and open. Anyway, I’ll just put the berries in your kitchen, and then I’ll leave!”

“Hello? Angel Cake? You home?” A voice from downstairs called upwards in a quick, sort of impatient tone. It was Ginger Snap, another of Strawberry’s friends. “Hellooooo? Hey, how come it’s so dark in here, huh?” The voice was closer, and Strawberry could hear footsteps on the stairs.

“Oh, this is a nightmare!” Angel Cake groaned.

“Shhh! It’s okay!” Strawberry whispered frantically. “Just hurry up and…get dressed. I’ll stall her!” Strawberry yanked the door closed just as Ginger Snap appeared at the top of the steps, and the redhead pulled out her brightest, sunniest smile as she leaned against the closed door in a way that she hoped looked casual.

Ginger Snap was a girl with caramel-colored skin and shortish black hair, tied up in pigtails with slightly untidy ends. She wore a blue hat with an upturned brim, blue jeans and sneakers, and a pink button-up shirt that was open to show the white t-shirt she wore underneath. She skipped up the last few steps with her usual boundless energy, and smiled when she saw Strawberry standing in the hall.

“Heya Strawberry Shortcake! It’s good to see you! Well, it’s always good to see you, but I didn’t expect to see you here…it’s really, really good to see you here!” As usual, words tumbled out of Ginger Snap’s mouth at a pace that made it seem as if her lips were having trouble keeping up with her brain. But even though it was hard to keep up with the other girl, Strawberry found herself wondering why Ginger seemed so relieved that Strawberry was there.

But before Strawberry could find a way to fit a word in edgewise, Angel Cake burst out of the bedroom, and time seemed to freeze. The blonde girl had gotten dressed in record time, wearing her trademark pale blue overalls over a long-sleeved lavender shirt, though she was still barefoot. Her hair was a little disheveled, and her pale cheeks were still very flushed, but she looked pretty much normal…except for the look she was giving Ginger Snap, a strange, sorta nervous, sorta pleading sorta look.

Strawberry found herself backing up towards the wall, wanting to get out from between the two girls and the growing tension she felt between them. Deep inside she already knew that something was berry wrong between them, but as always, she was determined to somehow make everything all right.

Ginger Snap was the first one to speak, a forced smile on her face. “Hey there, Angel Cake. So…I’m here. What’s up?” The words were still fast, but now they sounded clipped and short, lacking Ginger’s usual breathless energy.

“I wanted…well, I was going to show you something,” Angel Cake started, giving Strawberry a sidelong look, “but I forgot Strawberry was coming over, and I had to…um…put it away. But Ginger Snap…” Angel Cake took a couple of steps forward and grabbed the other girl’s dusky hand, voice dropping to a sad near-whisper. “Please tell me what’s the matter? What did…what did I do?”

Ginger Snap sighed and gently slipped her hand out of Angel’s. “It’s not like that, Angel,” she murmured. “You didn’t do anything. It’s me.” And even though Angel Cake apparently couldn’t, Strawberry could see that Ginger was telling the truth…her expression looked so guilty.

“I gotta go,” Ginger Snap muttered, turning back down the hallway and heading down the stairs. Angel Cake just looked after her, confusion, hurt and sadness written on her pretty pale features. When the sound of the front door closing drifted up from below, the blonde girl sniffed and turned to go back into her bedroom.

“Angel Cake?” Strawberry said hesitantly. The other girl squeaked and jumped, having completely forgotten the redhead was still standing there. Strawberry smiled apologetically. “I didn’t mean to scare you. What going on?”

Angel shoulders lifted and dropped as she heaved a huge sigh and went back into her bedroom. Strawberry followed, unable to keep a little tingly feeling from spreading in her stomach as she noticed the faint aroma of sweet little girl sex that still floated in the air. Angel Cake perched on the edge of her mattress with her hands pressed flat together and squeezed between her thighs in a nervous gesture. Her bare ankles hooked together and rocked up and down slightly.

“I didn’t mean for you to see…anything.” Angel Cake said softly, looking down at the floor. “I’m sorry.”

Strawberry giggled shyly. “Well, the stuff in the hallway was sorta not-nice, but it looked like a berry nice show in here. I’m sorry Ginger Snap missed it.”

“Me too,” Angel Cake sighed again and flopped backwards against the mattress, her arms outstretched over her head. “Ginger Snap loves to watch me. It’s just about her favorite thing. But last night…” Angel used her elbows to raise her upper body and looked at Strawberry with that same hurt and confused look on her face. “Last night, right in the middle of it, she got this look on her face and almost ran out. I tried to ask her what was wrong, but she wouldn’t tell me!” Angel Cake lay back again, staring at the ceiling. “I wish she’d just tell me what I did!”

“It kinda sounded like she thinks she did something,” Strawberry suggested gently.

Angel Cake just shook her head. “No…it was me, I know it was,” she said glumly. “I did something stupid, and now I think I ruined everything!” As she said the last few words, her voice grew thick with tears. Strawberry hurried over to the bed and sat down next to her friend, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, c’mon. You didn’t ruin anything. It’ll all be okay, I promise. I’ll…I’ll go talk to Ginger Snap,” Strawberry said, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she could think about them.

“You will?” The shimmering moisture vanished from the corners of Angel Cake’s eyes, and her hands flew to cover Strawberry’s. “You’ll really talk to her for me?” There was a scared kind of hope in her eyes, the kind that said she wasn’t really sure that anything could really help, but she still believed that if Strawberry Shortcake was going to try and fix it, then it would get fixed.

“Of…course I will!” Strawberry said with a confidence she didn’t really feel. Getting into the middle of something like this wasn’t really something she wanted to do, but she had managed to get herself stuck. But since she was her, she could help, and she would help. So she put on her smile once again. “And you’ll see, I’m sure it will all be okay. I’m berry sure!”

“Thank you, Strawberry Shortcake,” Angel said in a long, grateful sigh of relief. “Thank you so, so much!”

“You're berry welcome,” Strawberry replied with a smile. “Well…I guess there’s no time like the present, so I’ll…hm?” The redhead tried to move, but found that her hand on Angel Cake’s shoulder was gently being held in place.

Angel was looking up at Strawberry mostly straight faced, but there was a little twinkle in her eyes that made Strawberry’s stomach feel fluttery all over again. “Could you stay here with me? Just for a little while?” Angel asked demurely.

“Um…I should really go follow Ginger Snap,” Strawberry said nervously as she kicked her sneakers off and swung her legs onto the bed. “I mean, if I’m going to do this, I should do it really soon. The longer we let it wait, the harder it’s going to be to fix,” she continued as she scooted back against Angel Cake’s mound of pillows. Angel Cake squirmed up so that she was lying on her side, cuddling up against the redhead's belly. Strawberry draped her arm loosely over Angel’s shoulders as she concluded, “So I really can’t stay berry long.”

Angel Cake slid her arm over Strawberry’s stomach. “Did you really like my little show?” She asked, looking up into Strawberry face, her blue eyes still giving off that unnerving little sparkle.

Strawberry was afraid that Angel was going to ask that…but it was exactly the thought that she would which caused the redhead to stick around. “I…yeah, yeah I did,” Strawberry finally replied, swallowing hard.

“Did you really, really like it?” Angel Cake persisted in a teasing little half-whisper. The hand on Strawberry’s stomach pulled her shirt up just a little bit and started stroking the bare skin around Strawberry’s belly button. “Did it make you feel…funny?”

“It make me feel berry funny,” Strawberry breathed, squirming a teensy bit at the tingly, ticklish little caress.

Angel Cake giggled softly. “Oh my…I’m sorry, Strawberry.” Her hand slipped down and deftly unbuttoned Strawberry’s jeans. “Maybe I can help you,” she cooed sweetly as she slid the zipper down. “Do you want me to help you, Strawberry?”

“Yes…” Strawberry replied, her voice a dry, shaky whisper. The blonde girl slid her fingers through the belt loops of Strawberry’s jeans and tugged them down, revealing her bright pink panties with their red lace trim. Once they were halfway down her thighs, Angel Cake stopped and hovered her face right over them, sniffing deeply. Strawberry gasped and her hips twitched up slightly.

“Mmm, something smells so sweet,” Angel Cake murmured. “Oh, I can’t wait to taste whatever it is…” Her hands stroked along the sheer fabric and her fingertips hooked over the waistband. “Let’s take a look!”

It took absolutely, positively every little scrap of willpower Strawberry possessed, but she managed to take Angel’s hands and push them back. “No,” she said, regretfully but firmly. “I’m sorry Angel Cake. No.”

Angel Cake snapped her head up to look up at the redhead with an expression of disappointed surprise. “But!” She pouted. “Is this because of Blueberry Muffin?”

Strawberry smiled wryly. “No, no it isn’t. Me and Blueberry have…well it wouldn’t be a problem. It’s because of Ginger Snap. Would she be okay with this?”

Angel Cake sighed and looked away. “I don’t know,” she mumbled.

“Especially when you’re both upset?” Strawberry persisted.

The blonde girl made a tight, frustrated sound in the back of her throat and pushed herself up into a sitting position, facing away from Strawberry. “No, I don’t think she’d like that,” she said, sounding irritated and half-snapping the words. “So, I guess, sorry.” After a moment’s silence she spoke again, her tone much softer. “Sorry Strawberry.”

Strawberry wriggled her jeans back up her legs. “It’s okay,” she replied as she zipped back up. She giggled. “I mean, it’s really okay.”

Angel Cake glanced over at her curiously. “What do you mean?”

Strawberry smiled and sat up as well, dangling her feet over the side of the bed. “I mean,” she said, pushing herself up, “that once things are okay between you and Ginger Snap, well…” She walked over to the door and paused, not wanting Angel Cake to see how badly she was blushing.

“You’ll let me taste something sweet?” Angel Cake asked softly.

“Yeah,” Strawberry replied, feeling herself breathing hard again. She swallowed and took a deep breath. “So I’m gonna go talk to Ginger Snap now,” she said, forcing her voice to it’s usual bright, sunny tone. “Bye!” Not wanting to risk giving into temptation again, Strawberry hurried away.

“I bet you know what I’m gonna do…” Angel Cake’s teasing followed Strawberry downstairs, and it was only the thought of Ginger Snap’s sad face that forced the redhead to leave the house after that little invitation.

Once she was outside in the fresh air it became much easier to calm down and think, though Strawberry had a feeling that part of her would regret the decision to leave for a berry, berry long time. But for right now, she had to concentrate on Ginger Snap. Clearly, Ginger was feeling very guilty about something. That part wasn’t hard to figure out. Ginger Snap was shy and didn’t really like to talk about her feelings very much. On the other hand, Angel Cake was a serious perfectionist who had trouble listening to other people sometimes. So if Ginger Snap wasn’t willing to talk about what was bothering her, and Angel Cake was getting frustrated and unwilling to listen…yes, Strawberry could certainly see how that situation could get messy.

But what did Ginger Snap do that was making her feel so guilty? That was the question that really troubled Strawberry as she made her way to Ginger Snap’s home, a tiny cottage built next to Ginger’s humongous cookie factory. “Ginger Snap couldn’t have done anything really bad,” Strawberry mused to herself. “I mean, she’s Ginger Snap! I’m berry sure it’s just some kind of misunderstanding.”

Apparently Ginger Snap had taken the scenic route home, or was at least walking very slowly. As Strawberry entered Cookie Corners she could see her friend walking up towards her home. Ginger’s shoulders were bowed slightly and her hands were stuffed in her pockets as she trudged up to her house, lonely and sad. On seeing that, Strawberry started running up to her, waving one arm up over her head. “Hey, Ginger Snap! Wait up!” she called out.

Ginger Snap glanced behind her and started walking faster, changing direction to the slightly closer cookie factory. “Oh no you don’t!” Strawberry muttered under her breath, putting on more speed. Dashing up the hill as fast as her skinny legs could carry her, Strawberry reached the sliding door of the factory just as Ginger Snap was closing it and jammed one sneakered foot inside, preventing the other girl from pulling it completely closed.

“Oh, uh, hey Strawberry,” Ginger said with a forced smile. “I uh…I guess I didn’t see you.”

“I guess…you didn’t,” Strawberry panted. “Can I…come in?”

Ginger Snap looked around uncertainly. “I dunno Strawberry Shortcake I’m really busy today and all so maybe some other time?”

Strawberry shook her head, looking at Ginger Snap with a serious expression. Her tone was short. “I don’t think so, Ginger Snap. I want to talk about what’s bothering you. And I think you want to talk about it, too. I’m not going anywhere, so I think it would be easier if you just let me in.”

Ginger Snap slumped. “Do I have to?” she nearly whimpered.

“I think you’ll feel better if you do,” Strawberry replied.

“Oh, alright,” Ginger Snap let out a sigh of resignation as she pulled the door open again. “Come on in.”

As always, Strawberry took in a big, deep breath as she stepped inside the factory and the rich smell of chocolate chip cookies washed over her. She opened her eyes and smiled at Ginger Snap, who was a perfect picture of nervousness as she stood there, shifting her balance from one foot to the other and staring down at her hands as she twiddled her fingers together. “So really Ginger Snap, what’s the matter? I absolutely, super-duper promise that I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to, not even Angel Cake,” Strawberry was speaking more excitedly, “But if you tell me, maybe I can help!”

Ginger Snap bit her lip and glanced up at Strawberry for just an instant before looking down at her hands again. “It’s…it’s really private,” she whispered.

Strawberry gingerly stepped up and slid her arm around Ginger’s shoulders, giving her a little squeeze. “You can tell me, and it will be okay, no matter what. I promise!”

Ginger Snap closed her eyes tight and cringed back a little in Strawberry’s embrace. “I…I cheated on Angel Cake!” she blurted out.

Strawberry felt her eyes widen and she sucked in a huge breath, but before she could let it out in an exclamation that probably would have sent Ginger Snap running to the hills, the jumpy brunette quickly added, “Well, not really, but I wanted to!”

The redhead let out her breath slowly. “You kind of scared me there,” Strawberry confessed, and Ginger Snap let out a little ghost of a chuckle, still not looking up. “So…who was it with?” Strawberry asked as gently as she could, trying not to let on how curious she was.

“It’s not really that…” Ginger trailed off before trying again. “You see, I don’t really…I mean I do, but…” She looked up at Strawberry with a rueful little smile. “It’s so complicated…and embarrassing,” she complained.

“Whatever it is, I won’t laugh, and I won’t think you’re weird or anything,” Strawberry reassured her once again.

“Well…” Ginger Snap lowered her voice. “When we’re, um, y’know, together, I like to watch Angel Cake doing, y’know, things.”

Of course Strawberry did know, but she didn’t think bringing that up would be a particularly good idea right now. So instead she just said, “Me and Blueberry watch each other sometimes too.”

Ginger Snap’s caramel-colored cheeks flushed slightly. “You do? Um. A-anyway…for awhile now, I keep imagining watching her with…with…with other girls…” The last three words were spoken in a barely audible whisper, and from the expression on her face it was clear that this was, in fact, the big confession.

“That’s it?!” Strawberry blurted out before she could stop herself. Ginger started and almost pulled away from the arm still draped over her shoulders.

“Well, yeah!” Ginger said, sounding bewildered. “I’m thinking about another girl when I should just be thinking about Angel Cake! That’s like almost sorta cheating! And if she found out…you know how she is! She’d freak out because she’d think she wasn’t good enough for me on her own anymore!”

“Ginger Snap, I don’t think…” Strawberry paused. “Hm. You might be right about that last part. But anyway, you’re only thinking about it, that’s not like actually doing something.”

”But I do it all the time!” Ginger Snap exclaimed, her exasperation with herself overcoming her embarrassment, at least for a moment. “I’m always thinking about watching her with Orange Blossom, or Lemon Meringue, or Seaberry Delight, or y…or whoever!”

The way Ginger Snap caught herself and the look she gave Strawberry left no question in the redhead’s mind as to what Ginger had stopped herself from saying. It also gave her a berry good idea.

“I think I can help you, Ginger.” Strawberry said with a genuine, sunny smile as she disentangled herself from the other girl.

“You…can?”

“Uh-huh!” Strawberry nodded happily. “In fact, I know I can!”

“How?” Just like Angel Cake, Ginger Snap was getting that same, ‘Strawberry will fix everything!’ look on her face.

“It’s a surprise. I’ve gotta go for now, but don’t worry! Everything is going to be fine!”

“Yeah, but Strawberry Shortcake…!” Before Ginger Snap had a chance to ask another question, Strawberry had darted out of the factory door and was jogging back down the path, a big, naughty grin on her otherwise cherub-like face.

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It didn’t take long to get everything, and everyone, ready. The following afternoon Ginger Snap came right over to Strawberry’s house in response to the invitation the redhead sent her. Strawberry didn’t act like this was any different than any other little friendly get-together, and when Ginger Snap finally tried to ask her about yesterday, Strawberry just deflected her questions away. And Ginger of course was too shy to really push the issue.

A little while after Ginger had arrived Angel Cake showed up, followed by another girl, a little shorter than everyone else. She had beautiful hair, a long, wavy cascade of shining orange that poured down her to her skinny, delectable little butt. She was wearing an off-white, long-sleeved shirt with an apricot on the front and a short denim skirt with light purple stockings. Like pretty much everyone in Strawberryland, she had on a hat too, a woolen cap that was a slightly different shade of orange than her hair and with a little apricot charm attached to the side of it.

Angel Cake was carrying a paper carton, and the other girl was holding one as well. “Hey Strawberry!” Angel Cake called as she came in. “Look who I ran into out…” Angel Cake trailed off as she noticed Ginger Snap sitting on the couch, and the two newly-arrived girls just sort of looked at the space right next to each other awkwardly.

“Angel Cake! Apricot!” Strawberry jumped up to give each girl a hug, being careful not to jostle the boxes they were carrying. “I’m so glad you could come!”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Apricot said in her usual, gentle tone. Apricot lived on the outskirts of Strawberryland, and was a year or so younger than most of the other girls. She tended to be a little soft-spoken, but she loved being included in any of the older girl’s activities.

“I brought the tarts,” Angel Cake said distantly, still conspicuously not looking at Ginger Snap as she half-heartedly lifted her carton towards Strawberry. Through the clear plastic top, Strawberry could see the delectable little pastries that she requested Angel Cake make with some of the berries the redhead had brought her yesterday.

“A lot of tarts,” Apricot giggled, holding her identical carton up as well.

“Great!” Strawberry clapped her hands happily. “Then let’s eat!” Strawberry politely hurried all of the girls to her round kitchen table with Strawberry and Apricot quickly taking seats across from each other, forcing Ginger and Angel to sit across from and face each other. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, every girl moaned in pure bliss as they took their first bite of the chilled tarts. Strawberry had given Angel Cake the berry best strawberries from her garden, and the blonde girl had certainly done them justice.

Strawberry and Apricot’s cheerful, carefree enjoyment couldn’t help but put the other two girls at ease. Despite the fact that they wouldn’t say more than two words at a time to each other, by the time every girl was on her second or third tart Ginger Snap and Angel Cake were both laughing and chatting, the awkwardness of the situation almost completely forgotten.

It was at this moment that Strawberry suddenly threw Apricot a look, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, Apricot,” she said, her voice perfectly casual. “You’ve got a little syrup on your cheek.”

“I do?” Apricot returned the look and giggled, licking her lips. “Did I get it?”

“Almost! Come here, maybe I can help.” Strawberry rose up in her seat and leaned over the table, and the younger girl did the same as she tilted her syrupy cheek towards Strawberry. “It’s riiiight…here!” Without a moment’s hesitation, Strawberry licked the little blob of sweet strawberry syrup from Apricot’s cheek. There was utter silence in the room as both Ginger Snap and Angel Cake stared at the other two girls with wide eyes.

“Thanks Strawberry!” Apricot said brightly, as if she didn’t even notice the shocked looks they were getting. “But you know, I never even got to taste that little bit of syrup, it’s too bad…” she sighed melodramatically. “What am I gonna do?”

“Hmm…I think I know how you can taste it,” Strawberry said slyly. She took both Apricot’s hands and helped the long-haired girl climb onto the table with her knees, and an instant later Strawberry joined her there. Kneeling on the tabletop, both girls leaned in close. “Here, have a little taste,” Strawberry murmured, tilting her head to the side and parting her lips slightly.

“Oh, I can’t wait!” Apricot breathed, doing the same. Her eyes fluttered shut as their lips made contact. Strawberry hungrily sucked the other girl’s tongue into her mouth, kissing her loudly and wetly. They wrapped their arms around each other, and it wasn’t long until Apricot’s hands slid down to give Strawberry’s soft behind a firm squeeze through the tight denim jeans.

Angel Cake was the first to speak, albeit in a strangled, breathless cry. “What are you doing?! Strawberry!”

“You’recheatingonBlueberryMuffinStrawberry!” Ginger Snap exclaimed, her words running together almost too quickly to be understood.

Strawberry and Apricot giggled into each other’s mouths and broke the kiss. Strawberry grinned gleefully as she studied both her friend’s stunned expressions. “Don’t be so silly,” she chided them playfully. “I’d never cheat on Blueberry!”

“But you and Apricot…!” Angel Cake gestured in a frustrated manner at the table and the two girls kneeling on it while Ginger Snap was back to staring in shocked silence.

“Me and Strawberry and Blueberry do stuff like this a lot,” Apricot said, leaning in to nuzzle Strawberry’s neck. The redhead gasped a little at the sudden, tingly sensation and tilted her head to the side to give the younger girl more to play with.

Ginger Snap tilted her head and looked thoughtful, her brain finally coming back online. “S-so Strawberry, you and Blueberry and Apricot are…girlfriend and girlfriend and girlfriend?”

“Not…not exactly,” Strawberry said breathlessly as Apricot continued to lay soft kisses down her neck. Her hands came up and started running through Apricot’s long, beautiful hair. “Remember that terrible snowstorm last winter? Well, the three of us ended up stranded at Blueberry’s house for…ah!…a night and a day. And, well, things just kinda sorta, happened.”

Apricot giggled. “She means I kept interrupting them all night because I was clueless, and they decided it was just easier to invite me to play with them,” she said impishly. “And we’ve been playing from time to time ever since.”

“So you don’t…you know…feel the same way about them, like they do for each other?” Angel Cake asked awkwardly. She tried again. “I mean, I know you must like them, but they like like each other, so you don’t…”

“I’m not in love with them,” Apricot said with a smile and a quick kiss to Strawberry’s cheek. “I mean, they’re my very, very good friends, and we have a lot of fun together…”

“Do we ever!” Strawberry cut in, and both girls chuckled.

“But no, I really don't have anyone of my own right now,” Apricot finished.

Angel Cake suddenly smiled. “That’s not what I heard,” she teased gently. “I heard that Plum Puddin’s been spending a lot of time at your house lately!”

Apricot blushed sharply and Strawberry looked at the younger girl in her arms with a certain amount of surprise. “You and Plum Puddin’? You never told me that!”

“I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet,” Apricot said a bashful voice that was almost a whisper. “It’s a pretty new thing. I told her about me and you and Blueberry, and she’s fine with it, but she’s sorta shy about stuff like that so I don't think she'd like the idea of playing with the rest of us like that. Maybe someday though.”

“Well I’m berry happy for you!” Strawberry said with simple sincerity, planting a sweet little kiss on the other girl’s forehead.

“Thanks Strawberry!” Apricot chirped, squeezing her friend tightly. “But hey,” she said as she released her grip a little, “didn’t you invite me here to give these girls a little show?”

“Hmm…I think I did!” Strawberry giggled.

“A…show?” Ginger Snap asked, her light mocha cheeks now showing some pink.

“Mmm-hmm!” Strawberry murmured, looking into Apricot’s eyes. “All you two have to do is watch.” She took Apricot’s shirt and peeled it up and off, carefully threading her mass of hair through the hole.

Apricot lowered her arms, running her hands down her bare chest as she did. Her tiny pink nipples were firmly erect as she slipped her fingers over them. The orange-haired girl looked at Angel Cake, her eyes sparkling. “Unless you wanna play with us too,” she said softly. The pale blonde girl blushed a deep shade of red and looked down.

At that moment Strawberry decided to get a little more aggressive. She kicked her sneakers off and began wriggling her jeans down her hips. But unlike what had happened the day before, this time she was pushing her panties down with them. It took a little squirming on the tabletop, but in no time Strawberry was flicking the blue jeans off her feet and letting them drop to the floor.

Now the two girls, one topless and one bottomless, began to kiss again. Strawberry let her hands run up and down Apricot’s slender waist, making the younger girl squirm and coo at the almost-ticklish caress. In return, Apricot’s hands cupped Strawberry’s perfectly round little ass and squeezed and stroked the smooth flesh there in a slow, circular movement that sent her fingertips dipping in between Strawberry’s legs each time.

Strawberry sighed with pleasure and leaned forward, pushing Apricot back slowly. When Apricot had to put one of her hands flat on the table behind her for balance, Strawberry began lashing her tongue over the other girl’s skinny, perfectly flat chest. One at a time, she took both tiny, stiff nipples into her mouth and probed them with the tip of her tongue. Each time she did, Apricot’s body twitched and the long-haired girl gasped slightly. Soon, Apricot’s free hand was cupping the back of Strawberry’s head, her fingers digging into the redhead’s tight curls.

As she kissed and sucked at Apricot’s chest, Strawberry glanced over to see what the other girls were doing. Angel Cake, strangely, wasn’t really looking at them. She was staring across the table at Ginger Snap, a look of longing on her face. But when Strawberry turned to Apricot’s other nipple to get a look at Ginger, she understood.

Ginger was completely enraptured by the show on the table. Her dark cheeks were flushed, she was almost panting, and she was unashamedly rubbing herself between her legs through her blue jeans. Strawberry chuckled as she took her lips from Apricot’s nipple with an audible ‘pop!’ “I think we should all head upstairs,” she said as she traced her tongue over Apricot’s cheek.

Apricot giggled. “I think you’re right! The two girls disentangled and Apricot went to Ginger Snap while Strawberry went to Angel Cake and they both guided the other girls upstairs to Strawberry’s bedroom. Up there, Ginger Snap was settled into a soft easy chair that had been moved to the foot of Strawberry’s wide bed, and Angel Cake was kindly yet firmly pushed down onto the mattress, where she lay looking up at the ceiling, not daring to move.

Strawberry and Apricot quickly shed the rest of their clothing. Since she was a bit younger, adolescence hadn’t even glanced in Apricot’s direction yet. Her chest was completely flat and her skinny hips were boyishly narrow, though her ass was still soft and curvy. Strawberry, on the other hand, had just a hint of roundness to her hips, and while she certainly didn’t have any breasts yet, her chest was softer and rounder than the younger girl’s.

The two nude girls lay on either side of Angel Cake, and the blonde swallowed thickly, her cheeks bright pink. “What do you say Angel Cake?” Strawberry breathed into her ear.

“Do you want to give Ginger Snap a show?” Apricot cooed, slipping her hand over Angel’s denim overalls. “I know she wants you too.”

“She…does?” Angel Cake murmured breathlessly, lifting her head to look down her body towards where the dark-skinned girl sat.

Ginger Snap’s legs were pressing together tightly, and her hands were gripping the arms of the chair as she watched. Seeing Angel Cake looking at her questioningly, Ginger licked her lips. “I want to see this so bad!” she groaned in a ragged voice. “Oh Angel, I’m so sorry, but I want you to do it with them while I watch so, so so bad!”

Angel Cake blinked and struggled to sit up on her knees, surprise plainly written on her face. “Is…is that what’s been going on? Is that why…? Why should you be sorry for that?”

Ginger blushed deeply and looked down in her lap. “I was afraid…if I told you that I wanted to see you with another girl, you’d think that I thought that you weren’t enough on your own anymore.”

For a moment, just a moment, Angel Cake looked irritated, but then she smirked. “You know…maybe you’re right.” Her hands came up and slid around both Strawberry and Apricot’s waist. “But since these two girls decided to help us out like this…should I help them, Ginger Snap?”

“Oh yessss,” Ginger hissed eagerly, her hands fumbling with the button to her jeans as she struggled to get them off. “Show me Angel, show me!”

Strawberry squirmed with delight as she saw her two friends reach the happy ending she had arranged… well, in one way so far. “What do you want to see, Ginger Snap?” she asked teasingly as she unsnapped Angel Cake’s shoulder straps and slid the overalls down her waist. “Should I suck on her titties?”

“Mmmm…” Apricot moaned softly as she pulled Angel Cake’s purple shirt up and off, revealing Angel’s soft, pale chest. Working in a bakery had added just a little extra padding to the blonde girl’s perfect, cream-colored skin, giving her a faint illusion of tiny little breasts. Her nipples were a soft, rosy pink as they stood out from those tiny little baby fat mounds. “And should I lick her pussy?” the orange-haired girl asked as she stroked Angel’s bare skin. Strawberry smiled as she watched…more than any girl she knew, Apricot loved just the feel of other girls’ naked flesh. “What do you say Angel,” Apricot continued as she gave Angel a soft kiss on the cheek. “Would you like me to lick your yummy pussy all over?”

Angel Cake wasn’t a very passive person, and Apricot had never spent all that much time with her. So Apricot was caught by surprise when the blonde girl grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back against the bed, making the velvety-soft skin of their bare chests rub together. “Me first,” Angel purred sweetly, parting her lips just before leaning down and devouring the younger girl’s mouth. After letting their tongues twist against each other for awhile, Angel started kissing her way down Apricot’s neck, and then her chest, taking a little extra time to kiss and suck her tiny, excited nipples. Apricot cooed and gasped with every lick, her fingers sliding though Angel Cake’s soft blonde curls.

Strawberry thought it was absolutely beautiful. Apricot laying back on the shining blanket of her light copper hair, her eyes closed in a blissful expression as Angel Cake’s pale, topless form slid down further and further. And the way Ginger Snap was watching, she must have agreed! The dark-skinned little girl had yanked her pants and panties down to her ankles, and her fingers were rubbing a tight circle over her glistening little quim as she leaned forward, panting.

But Strawberry wanted to do more than watch. As Angel Cake started kissing her way down Apricot’s belly, Strawberry slipped behind the blonde girl and started pushing the overalls the rest of the way down her legs. Angel Cake didn’t stop kissing the younger girl’s skin, but she did stop moving down as she helped Strawberry remove the rest of her clothes. In moments, the denim overall were gone, and Angel Cake’s soft, snow-white body was completely on display. All she was wearing were her little white socks and her light pink panties dangling from one ankle.

Strawberry sighed with pleasure as she ran her hands over the plump, perfect globes of Angel Cake’s ass. Angel Cake let out a ticklish little giggle from somewhere around Apricot’s belly button and wriggled her rear back against Strawberry’s squeezing hands. Between her legs Strawberry could see the puffy little bun of Angel Cake’s sex, bright pink with excitement and a little shimmering wetness peeking out from inside. The redhead licked her lips and kept squeezing, waiting until Angel Cake had kissed and licked all the way down to Apricot’s pussy. And then the blonde paused, and Strawberry smiled. Clearly she and Angel Cake were on the same page.

While Angel Cake waited and Apricot quivered in anticipation, Strawberry slid down onto her belly, propping herself up on her elbows and grabbing onto Angel Cake’s thighs. There wasn’t a countdown, but when Strawberry inhaled, she heard Angel do the same. Apricot had stopped breathing completely. And then Angel Cake and Strawberry both plunged their faces into hot, wet, smooth girlflesh, one from the front, one from behind. Four moans of pleasure, two muffled, filled the air. Apricot moaned and ran her hands down her chest to Angel Cake’s head. Suddenly, Ginger Snap cried out and fell back against her chair as her hips twisted and her first orgasm of the day rippled through her body.

Angel Cake was the only one who had two reasons to moan, Strawberry’s tongue in her pussy, where it was probing and licking eagerly, and her own tongue in Apricot's. And Apricot, Strawberry knew from experience, had one of the sweetest, juiciest honeypots you could imagine. Not that Strawberry had anything to complain about…Angel Cake’s little quim tasted just as sweet and light as Angel’s mood (on a good day). Her tongue slipped over Angel’s moist lips, eagerly lapping up every little morsel of the delectable juices she could find.

But this sweet little daisy chain didn’t last long. Angel Cake was loving what Strawberry was doing, the way her hips moved, her pussy twitched and the juices kept flowing onto Strawberry’s tongue was proof of that. But she clearly loved putting on a show for Ginger Snap more. Bit by bit, Angel Cake lowered her waist to the bed, spreading her legs wider and wider. And of course, making it harder and harder for Strawberry to get a taste. Not one to spoil anyone’s fun, Strawberry went ahead and sat back, having to admit it made a lovely sight. The two little girls entwined, Angel Cake with her legs spread wide and her face buried in Apricot’s peach.

I think I have a better idea, anyway, Strawberry thought as she glanced over to where Ginger Snap remained perched in her chair, playing with herself. The redhead started rubbing her own mound as she slid off the bed and crawled over. Ginger Snap was so enraptured by the show that she didn’t even notice until Strawberry was kneeling down in front of her, pulling Ginger's sneakers off her feet and her jeans off her ankles.

“Let me take care of that for you,” Strawberry said sweetly, moving Ginger Snap’s rather wet hand out of the way. Before Ginger could say anything, Strawberry spread the other girl’s knees wide and opened her mouth wide over Ginger’s soaking wet cookie. It tasted wonderful…not as sweet as Angel Cake’s, but richer, with almost a spicy hint to the flavor as she danced her tongue around the tiny little button protruding from Ginger Snap’s immature slit.

Ginger sucked in a hissing breath and slid her moist fingers through Strawberry’s curls. “Oh, Strawberry,” the dark-skinned girl sighed as she let her breath out again. “Oh, that feels so gooooood!”

“Just sit back and enjoy the show,” Strawberry cooed, kissing Ginger’s mound all over. “I’ll take berry good care of you!”

“Oh gumdrops!” Ginger gasped, falling back against the chair as her hips bucked up. “Lookit what they’re doing!”

Strawberry took just a moment to glance back over her shoulder and moaned. Apricot and Angel Cake were twisting together in a perfect sixty-nine, the older girl on top. They had angled themselves so that Ginger Snap (and Strawberry) had a perfect view of Angel’s soaking, bright pink pussy as Apricot slathered her tongue all over it, crowned by the utter beauty of her plump round, pale moons. And fortunately they were turned to the side just enough so they could also see some of Angel’s face as she buried it between Apricot’s legs.

Ginger Snap twisted around a bit, hooking one slender brown leg over the arm of the chair and stretching the other one straight out in front. Strawberry realized what she was doing and shifted position as well, giving Ginger’s sex a lingering kiss of thanks. Shifted to the side like this, Strawberry could watch the show out of the corner of her eye while never taking her tongue from the other girl’s delectable charms.

And she never had to take her hand from her own pussy, either. As Strawberry plunged her tongue in and out of Ginger Snap’s greedy, twitching canal, her fingers were busily sliding into her own labia, gently teasing her buzzing little clitty as she drank in Ginger’s juices and the sight of the two girls on the bed devouring each other.

Strawberry’s blood was pounding in her ears as her twiddling fingers pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Ginger Snap was pulling on Strawberry's hair, forcing the redhead's face deeper into her insatiable pussy. On the bed, Angel Cake and Apricot were twisting and squirming against each other’s mouths. The air was filled with the sounds of young girls gasping, moaning and licking along with the sweet, musky scent of their sexual frenzy.

Apricot came first. As Strawberry and Ginger Snap watched, her head flew back from Angel Cake’s pussy, her eyes shut tight. As she moaned and thrashed, her fingernails dug tight into the pale, plump globes of Angel’s ass, leaving bright red marks behind when she finally released her grip. As she lay slumped back against the mattress, panting, Angel Cake twisted all the way around until she was facing Strawberry and Ginger, her legs dangling off the end of the bed. She was using her arms to hold herself up, her dripping, bright pink little pearl of a cunny just inches above Apricot’s face.

“Ready to return the favor?” Angel Cake asked, her voice breathless but dripping with sweetness.

Apricot sucked in a deep breath, licked her glistening lips and looked up at Angel Cake with an eager smile. “Yes, please!” Angel Cake let out a muffled groan as she lowered herself to Apricot’s mouth and let the young coppertop’s lips and tongue begin their work again.

Strawberry watched Angel Cake’s gently rounded body rock up and down as she rode Apricot’s face. The redhead moaned against Ginger Snap’s flesh and slid two fingers into her own greedy canal. Ginger Snap cried out as well, bucking her hips into Strawberry’s face.

“Mmm, Ginger Snap, do you like what Strawberry’s doing to you?” Angel Cake moaned. “’Cause I love what Apricot’s doing to me. And you love it too, don’t you? You looove watching me! Watching while I get licked and sucked and…ah!…fucked!” Angel Cake tossed her head back, her hips rolling against Apricots face. “Oh sweet lollipops, yes!”

“Yes yes yes yes yes YES!” Ginger Snap panted harshly, pulling on Strawberry’s hair almost to the point of pain. “I love watching you so much Angel Cake you look sexy hot riding on Apricot’s pretty face with her pussy juice all over your mouth and…” Ginger Snap’s voice started to rise and her words started running together faster and faster, “…andStrawberryitfeelssogoodhowyou’relickingmypuss ywhileIwatchAngelCakegettingfuckednevereverletitst op…oh! OH!” Strawberry felt Ginger Snap’s cunny clamp down around her tongue, and Strawberry started darting it in and out even faster. Ginger hooked her legs around Strawberry’s neck and pulled her in tight, rubbing her pussy against her redheaded friend’s face while Strawberry frantically continued to lick.

Seeing Ginger Snap come pushed Angel Cake over the edge, and she practically smothered Apricot with her soaking wet kitty as she ground down hard on the young girl’s face. Angel Cake’s breath seemed to be frozen, and she came in almost total silence, with just a few grunts and squeaks as she rode Apricot’s face hard to the finish. Finally, she let out a long, shuddering breath and fell backwards. She rolled off of the other girl and onto her stomach, and both girls just lay on the bed, panting heavily.

As Ginger Snap slumped back as well, Strawberry turned so she was sitting with her legs splayed wide out in front of her, her back against the chair. With one hand, she rubbed and pinched her nipples while the other kept sliding those two fingers in and out of her pussy. The smell and taste of Ginger Snap was still everywhere, and the sight of the two fucked-out girls recovering on the bed was still just breathtaking, but the harder she played with herself, the more Strawberry’s mind kept playing the image of another girl, a girl with long, wavy brown hair, with beautiful blue eyes.

“Mmmm…sweet succulent strawberries…” Strawberry muttered, closing her eyes tight as her hands moved faster and faster. “So close…so berry close…Blueberry!” The last word was spoken in a strangled whisper, and a wonderful, sweet climax swept through her as she licked her lips and imagined that, instead of Ginger Snap’s sweet and spicy honey, it was Blueberry’s fruity syrup she was tasting.

Strawberry leaned her sweaty forehead against Ginger Snap’s smooth brown thigh, and the dark-haired girl chuckled tiredly. “I guess you miss her, huh Strawberry Shortcake?”

“I guess I kinda sorta miss her a whole lot,” Strawberry replied with a breathless little laugh of her own. “But this was berry fun, don’t you think?”

“I sure do,” Ginger Snap agreed with a languid sigh. “Thank you, Strawberry Shortcake. You and Apricot fixed everything!”

From the bed, Apricot giggled. She and Angel Cake had recovered a little and were laying with their heads on the pillows, snuggling and kissing. “You’re welcome,” the orange-haired girl called back to them. “Now would you like to come over and join us?”

Angel Cake giggled as well. “Yeah, Strawberry’s bed isn’t too big, but if you don’t mind cuddling real close…”

Ginger and Strawberry helped each other to their feet and quickly slid into bed, shedding what few clothes they were still wearing on the way. As Ginger Snap snuggled against Angel Cake and Strawberry pressed her naked body against Apricot’s back, the cheerful redhead sighed wistfully. I miss you berry much, Blueberry Muffin, she called out with her heart.

Just then, Apricot reached back and gave Strawberry’s ass a playful squeeze, so Strawberry quickly began laying kisses along the younger girl’s neck. Angel Cake was already kissing Apricot on the mouth again, and Strawberry could see Ginger Snap licking her way down to her girlfriend’s shoulder. Strawberry laughed softly.

I bet you miss me too…but I hope you’re having as much fun as I am!

[Evil Fairy]

Glad to see you posting her as well

Seemed like the thing to do! ^_^

[Cheetah]

Welcome to the site, glad you found us, hope you stick around

[Izidor]

I enjoyed the Mandy story and the GF ones (especially the one with Mabel). They were delicious. Thanks! Also, we share the same fetish. Yay for cute feet I suppose? :P