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High School Girls

... Eric's cock within his pants, rubbing the head with its thumb. He felt Eric's hand squeeze his mammary through the hoodie, and he moaned in pleasure, his pussy suddenly clenching. He pulled Eric, by his cock, closer, and stuck his face into the shallow of Eric's neck, and breathed deeply. The scent, raw, sweaty and utterly masculine, overwhelmed him and fanned his female need into an inferno. His hands worked quickly, unbuttoning Eric's jeans. *** "You didn't... you weren't..." Sam stammered. "Sam, I..." "Oh my god. Joe was right about you." Sam stepped past Dana out of the shower, feeling Dana's wet breast slide along her arm. The cool air outside the shower made his own pink nipples crinkle and erect. "Right about me? What?" Dana cried. "He said you didn't want to find a way back. He said you wanted to stay the way you were. That you might not want to help us!" Sam said, furious. "You want to stay a girl. I understand that! But you had no intention of helping Joe and I, did you!" Dana was crushed. She wanted to protest, but Sam was right. "...no." she admitted truthfully. "You BASTARD!" Sam shrieked, yanking open the bathroom door and marched into Dana's room, gathering his clothes from the floor. Dana followed, tears in her eyes. "I... I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I was so happy... I was sure you guys would come around!" "Come around? COME AROUND?" Sam whirled on her. "When I think..." he said, pulling on his shirt, not bothering with the bra, or even drying off. ...

... "...that we trusted you! Thought you could undo this!" He yanked the shirt down. His erect nipples tented the fabric, which damp, clung to Sam's breasts, molding itself to their form. "How, Sam, HOW?" Dana exploded. "Do I LOOK like a freaking WITCH? Have you EVER seen me do magic? Do I look like I've got a wand I can twirl to somehow turn you back into a guy?" Sam said nothing, angrily yanking on his panties, still damp with his juices, over his glistening hips. "DO I, SAM?" Dana screamed, tears of frustration sliding down her cheeks. "Have you thought of how UNFAIR it is to expect ME to fix all of this?!?" Sam yanked on his khakis and bolted for the stairs. "IT'S NOT EVEN MY FAULT!" Dana shrieked. "Why don't you go blame Joe! But you should be thanking him instead! You've been given a gift, Sam. A GIFT! It's not curse! It's the best thing that ever happened in my whole miserable life!" Sam ignored him, pulling on his sandals. "Look at me!" Dana said, and the furious, despairing quality of her voice made Sam look up. She was at the top of the stairs, her legs planted apart, her body straight. Water dripped down, highlighting her curves and her beauty. Her face was rigid and flushed with anger, but also proud! "Do I look hideous? Do I look cursed! No! I'm so much better now, Sam! WE BOTH ARE!" Sam opened the front door. "THIS IS A GIFT! WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND-" Sam slammed the door behind him. *** Joe turned around and bent over onto the mattress, feeling his breasts flatten within ...