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High School Girls

... penetrated, a clit that needed to be rubbed. Sometimes the three in sequence, sometimes one part needing more attention than the other. And after the orgasm was done, he still wanted more. The horniness didn't just abate, it lingered around, encouraging you to go at it again. With a jerk he returned back to reality when he felt someone lightly touch him on the shoulder. He silently swore as he felt the wet feeling between his thighs. He waited until Ms. Heart was facing the blackboard again, and turned around to accept a note from the guy behind him. Darren's right - I'm glad I've had the chance to experience this, Sam thought as he unwrapped the note, which he supposed was from him. But I'm ready to go back now. I want to go back to when things were simple - when we laughed and played video games, when jacking off meant a porno mag and five minutes of privacy, when dressing up meant putting on a nice t-shirt instead of a rumpled one. When getting aroused was something that quickly went away, instead of staining your undies and making you feel sticky all day. He read the note, his forehead creasing. It wasn't from Darren, after all. The handwriting was wrong. As was the content. I can't wait to get together with you this afternoon. It's going to be fun! P.S. I like your body, it's sexy. He looked around, confused, and caught Amy's eye. She grinned and winked slowly at him, and Sam flushed, looking back at the note. P.S. I like your body, it's sexy. What the hell? Was that ...

... something girls said to each other? He checked himself, and chided himself for being dumb. Of course he was still a girl, nothing had changed. P.S. I like your body, it's sexy. A sinking feeling enveloped Sam. No way... that just wasn't fair. No way could she be a lesbian. The gods couldn't be that cruel... could they? He cast another glance at Amy, but she was looking at the blackboard. Sam tucked the note away. It must just be something girls said to each other, like complimenting each other's hair. It must be. *** Joe threw the sheets and his pajamas into the laundry, and turned it on. He was wearing his mom's black yoga pants and his b*****r's hoodie, but the racy red silk underwear he was wearing came from his own drawers. After bawling in bed for an hour he had finally felt gross enough to take a shower. Soaping down his voluptuous figure should have been a boy's wet dream, but instead of eroticism he had just felt despair. But slowly, a plan had come to him. Darren was a lost cause, but Sam trusted Darren. Joe felt certain that giving the ring to Darren would be a mistake, and Sam would do exactly that if he gave it to Sam. So, he thought, squaring his shoulders as he turned on the laundry to wash away the last night's sin, it was up to him. He would figure out how to solve this. And the best place to start, he decided, would be the internet. He didn't have a computer, apparently girl-Joe had better things to spend her money on. His mom didn't have one either, and Jack's ...