Young America (Friendship) - Sex Stories

Young America (Friendship)

... friend. She slowly widened her smooth legs, and slid her finger between them. Her finger pulled the suit to the side to give the young lesbian girl the view of a lifetime. Salem became wet with the thought that she was showing a the younger girl her newly shaved, virgin pussy. She closed her eyes, and relished the thought of the shy girl fingering herself to her pink, luscious vagina. Salem’s young body went frantic with the thought of the lesbian girl squirming her tongue in and out, and pressing against Salem’s hymen. She could practically feel the wet little worm working its way in, slowly caressing each sensitive part in between her smooth legs. Raven breathed heavily as she rubbed her white panties, crouching in the alleyway behind the large trashcans. She could feel the dampness of her own juices as another pair of panties needed washed, but then something caught her eye. Her fingers came to a stop, and her eyes went wide as she noticed Ronnie peeking through the top window. Something jolted through her that instant as she looked down at Salem’s pink pussy, and back up to Ronnie’s focused motion. Their three-way circle jerk, was profound to her, and turned her on more than just Salem. She loved girls, but always thought boys were okay too, as long as they were young or more feminine. Her small fingers worked their way around her cotton underwear, and she closed her eyes preparing for penetration. The two fingers came up and slightly in, hitting just the right spot. ...

... Nearly the whole neighborhood heard her loud moan, including Ronnie and Salem. All three of the teen’s eyes widened as they stopped what they were doing, and covered themselves. Ronnie finished his exploits, but Salem put her suit back on and left. Raven finished too, but it was more of a letdown because she had to stop than anything else. She longed for more, and maybe even a little boy fun on the side now too. The bell rang, and school was finally out. The cool air of autumn was now blowing in from the north, and everything felt more festive and inviting. Ronnie exited the school, and felt the invigoration of fall break upon him. He stood confident, short red hair ablaze against the chilly approaching winds of winter. He sported his collared white shirt un-tucked for the first time in eight hours with pride. His shirt tail blew in the wind like a flag of victory. He pulled his cell phone out, and walked with swagger down the sidewalk. A small half asian girl waited on a bench beside the red bricked school with her arms shivering inside her black hoody. Her mid length black hair blew to the side revealing sad, but longing eyes. “I’ve been waiting forever for you, jerk! It’s fucking cold, don’t ya know!?” Ronnie’s swagger became even more dramatic as he put his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry for the wait Raven, but had to serve detention again. That damned Mrs. Biel is out to get me, I swear.” He smiled, looking for any hint of forgiveness in her cold ...