High School Girls - Sex Stories

High School Girls

... When are your parents coming home?" "It's almost five now. So we have a half hour or so." They enjoyed the hot shower, taking turns in the spray to wash the juices and sweat off of them. The sight of water glistening on their soft curves excited them, and they both felt a warm, tense feeling between their legs. "Dana? When did... um... when did you start thinking of yourself as a girl?" Was it right away, or did it just take time?" Sam asked, curious. He was wondering where the sudden acceptance of being female came from. He still didn't want to stay a girl, as fantastic as the lesbian sex with Amy promised to be. Inside he still thought of himself as a guy who was simply a lesbian because he retained his attraction to girls. As good as the experience had been, he still wanted to thrust a cock into Amy, not rub pussies with her. It suddenly occurred to him that Amy would probably not want him as a guy. The thought saddened him. "I... don't know." Dana said. "Just now, I think, was when I finally embraced my femininity wholly. But I think I was already starting to think of myself as female the night I got back home from the cinema. You know, the night we found the ring." "Was it a conscious choice?" Sam asked, afraid of the answer. Dana thought for a moment. "Yes... yes it was." Sam sighed in relief, and Dana continued. "I mean, it felt right. I pretty much didn't want to go back from the start. So much so that I didn't even want to try." It slipped out before Dana realized ...

... it. A bar of soap dropped from Sam's nerveless hands. Dana turned and saw Sam staring at her, his green eyes filled with shock. *** Joe followed Eric up the stairs, watching his tight ass flex with each step. He could feel his honey flowing, soaking his panties; his pussy tight and hot. His clit was swollen, he could feel it, a tiny erect bud above his seeping slit, aching, sensitive, begging to be touched. Why was he here? But he knew. He should be going home. But he couldn't. "This is my room. Not much to look at, I know." Eric said, gesturing. Joe saw boxes piled everywhere. The bed was a just a frame, a boxspring, and an uncovered mattress above it. On the bed were more boxes and a laundry hamper filled with sheets and a blanket. His will broke, suddenly. Good enough, he thought dimly as a roar filled his ears, drowning out the feeble protestations his male mind was making. "You can almost see the creek from...uh... Jo?" Eric suddenly stammered as Joe turned him around. "What are you.. oh." Eric said funnily as Joe snaked his hand into his jeans and grabbed him. Joe felt the warm, squirming weight of Eric's balls and rapidly engorging cock in his hand, and in seconds his feminine hand was gripping an iron shaft of heat. It pulsed in his hand, each pulse answered by a quiver in his pussy. "Look... I mean... c'mon... this isn't right..." Eric stammered. Joe wished he would shut up. He grabbed one of Eric's hands and placed it on his breast, while the other continued to hold ...