Chapter 10: A New Friend
Thank God it's Friday, Amy thought as she walked into the girl's locker room. Having gym for first hour sucked, but at least she'd soon have it out of the way and wouldn't have to worry about it again for three whole days. Amy hated gym: she wasn't very good at sports, first of all, and most of the girls in her current class hated her, too. Add to all that the fact that her class was currently doing their swimming lessons and you can understand why Amy couldn't wait for the hour to be finished.
The locker room was already filling up when Amy got inside. It smelled like steam and chlorine, and Amy kept her eyes to the floor as she made her way to her row of lockers. As always her plan was to change as quickly as possible, avoid looking at anyone, and ignore any comments some of the meaner girls might make.
"Hey, it's Amy Torch, Blowjob Queen!"
A bunch of girls giggled at Laura's words. By sheer bad luck Laura's locker happened to be right across from hers. Ever since their falling out Laura's attacks on her had gotten worse—Amy couldn't wait until the semester was over, but that was a ways away since the second marking period had only begun to wind down. As always, Amy refused to respond to the mean girl's insult. She didn't know what she was talking about, anyway. Besides, she'd learned in the months following her estrangement with her former friend that the insults would peter off if she didn't give the popular girl reason to continue with them.
This was the first time Laura had used a sexual insult on her, though, and that made her sort of anxious. Amy had never given a blowjob before a week ago and there was no way Laura could know about that, right? Or did she somehow know about what she'd done in that adult bookstore with the sleazy old perv?
You're being paranoid, Amy told herself. She's just trying to talk tough in front of her friends.
Amy didn't notice anything at first when she opened her locker. All she knew was Laura hadn't said anything else, and that was a relief. She turned to her backpack and pulled out her bathing suit before realizing that everyone seemed to be laughing. When Amy looked back at her locker, she was horrified to find out the reason.
Pasted to the inside of the door and throughout the interior of the locker were pornographic pictures, pages ripped out of dirty magazines. Most of the pictures were of women giving guys head, but there were also a few girl-on-girl images along with a couple gangbang shots. All the girls within eyesight of her locker were laughing uproariously, all except for Laura, who was simply watching the mortified girl with a smug expression on her face.
"Geeze, Aim! I knew you liked porn but isn't this taking it a bit far?"
Laura's comment amplified the laughter of the half-dressed girls surrounding Amy. Teenage girls of all shapes and sizes and in all states of undress were lurching forward, each wanting to revel in the girl's humiliation by soaking in the image of every last porno pic they could. Amy's eyes welled with tears of embarrassment. Laura had been mean to her since their falling out, but never had her former friend used secrets they'd once shared to attack her personally. And, yes, Amy had told Laura once that she'd seen pornography. Laura hadn't been very receptive so Amy hadn't gone into details, but Laura hadn't pulled the idea for this latest attack out of thin air, either.
Snapping out of her petrified state, Amy spun to her side and slammed the door shut. This didn't stop the laughter, though. Amy had to get away—her eyes welled with tears of humiliation as she pressed against one of the girls in her way, trying to make a path of escape. Just then a loud voice made everyone quiet down, though.
"Shit, Laura! Having porn in her locker isn't half as bad as the crap you put in yours!"
Everyone turned, looking for the origin of this comment. Suddenly Amy saw, at the end of the aisle, the new girl confidently walking toward the commotion.
"What are you talking about, Elissa?" Laura spat.
Tears continued to trickle down Amy's face, even as she began to feel better because of the help from this unexpected ally. Elissa had just started attending Westmoreland Middle School about a week before. She was one of those loner types, Amy had noticed, a girl who enjoyed wearing all black and spending lunch alone at a table reading a book. But she wasn't a loner in the normal sense—she wasn't a loner like Amy was, one who sulked around constantly feeling like the outcast. Instead, Elissa looked comfortable being alone. She seemed in her element, actually, always exuding confidence even while other kids made fun of her Goth attire and pierced nose. This was the first time she'd ever really heard Elissa speak, though, and she was just getting warmed up.
"Oh, Laura, you don't have to lie," the suddenly wide-eyed manic teenager grinned as she continued walking down the aisle, easily pushing past anyone in her way. "I think it's sort of cool that you have such strong convictions, you know? I mean, I don't agree with your politics, but I say, to each their own, right?"
Laura forced a nervous laugh. Elissa was right next to her now, and the Goth-girl was winning the ensuing staring contest. She had a maniacal gleam in her eye as she grinned at Amy's tormentor.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Laura stammered.
"Well, here, let's see." With that, Elissa reached across the aisle toward Laura's locker and, before Laura could do anything to stop her, Elissa threw open the door.
All the girls seemed to gasp in unison. Inside her locker were all kinds of racist paraphernalia plastered around its interior—swastikas, confederate flags, pictures of KKK members with the words "White Power!" written underneath. There was even a gruesome photograph of a black man hanging from a tree with the words "animals deserve death" printed boldly as the caption.
In contrast to the sight of Amy's locker, none of the girls were laughing at Laura's. Instead, everyone went dead quiet. One of the black girls down the way was the first to break the silence.
"That's some bullshit," she said, her voice dripping attitude and anger. This began a torrent of similar comments, mostly ones of disgust but some filled with anger, too. Even Laura's supposed friends were shying away from the dumbstruck girl, obviously trying to literally distance themselves from her.
"None of that's mine, I swear!" Laura finally stuttered in shock. But no one was listening.
"Come on, let's get out of here." Amy looked over and saw Elissa, smiling mischievously and pulling on her arm. The smile was infectious, and Amy let out a slight laugh before following the girl away from the chaos and then out of the locker room altogether.
With the silence closed behind them, the two girls burst into laughter in the empty school hallway. When Amy finally calmed down she asked, "Did you—you did that?"
The girl looked as proud as anyone Amy had ever seen. "Yep! Come on, let's get out of here and I'll tell you all about it."
"Wait, where are we going?"
Elissa was already walking away. "Home, of course! I don't feel like school today. Come on, hurry up before someone catches us!"
Amy had never skipped class before. But she could either follow her new friend and see where it took her, or go back into the locker room where Laura was no doubt waiting to somehow retaliate against her for what Elissa had done. The 14-year-old suddenly decided it was an easy choice.
Twenty minutes later the two girls were walking down a quiet residential street. They'd left the school so abruptly that Amy hadn't thought of going back to her regular locker and getting her coat, and now she was freezing. Elissa didn't seem to mind the weather, even though she wasn't wearing a coat, either.
"So you caught them yesterday, putting that stuff inside my locker?" Amy asked, her teeth chattering slightly. "Why didn't you warn me?"
Elissa shrugged. "Yeah, sorry about that. I hate swimming so I told Mr. Match I was on the rag for like, the eighth day in a row... anyway, I was reading a row over and heard her and her stupid bimbo-friends laughing, and, well... when I found out why they were I thought about telling you, or taking them down, but it was like... I thought my idea was a lot funnier. I mean, what's worse? Liking porn or being a racist?"
Amy grinned. "Well, thanks for getting her back for me, but I'm still embarrassed. And those pictures are still up inside my locker!"
"Oh, get over it," the Goth-garbed girl said, a fog of breath blowing from her mouth. "No one is gonna believe you would put those up. It was such an amateur prank! Just get to school early on Monday and throw them away before anyone else gets there, and you'll be fine. In a couple weeks no one will remember those pictures but trust me, everyone will remember the swastikas and lynch-mob photos in Laura's locker!"
"Yeah," Amy nodded with a grin. Elissa was quickly becoming one of the strangest friends she'd ever had, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Trying her best to ignore the cold she asked, "So where are we going anyway?"
"Like I said, home!" Elissa replied, pointing at a house two doors down from where they were.
When the two teens got to the front door Elissa dropped her book bag and dug her keys out of her purse. Amy looked around, anxious to get inside and out of the cold. It was a pretty nice house, nicer than hers, and there were no cars in the driveway. When they got inside Amy followed her new friend downstairs to the basement.
It was a really nice basement—completely finished, with two large over-stuffed couches and a recliner, a large wide-screen television, and a fireplace to boot. The walls were painted a dark shade of purple and the carpet was a light lavender color, giving the room a sort of dark-yet-light boxed in feel. Elissa dropped her book bag and began talking about how she spent most of her time down here even though she had a bedroom upstairs. She went about turning on a couple black-lights and then started up the gas-fireplace before finally plopping down onto one of the sofas.
"Wow," Amy observed, "this is cool. When did you move here again?"
Elissa shrugged. She was lying back on the sofa, and for the first time Amy realized what a nice body the girl had. Her breasts were smaller than Amy's, but she was incredibly skinny and had a perfectly curved waistline.
"I've lived here all my life, actually," she explained. "I'm not new to Westmoreland because of a move, I'm new because I got kicked out of St. Aquinas'."
Amy took a seat on the other sofa, a quizzical look on her cute young face. "St. Aquinas'? You mean you went to a Catholic school?"
"Bingo!" the Goth-girl grinned. "Just for a couple years, though, a totally failed experiment on my parents' part. Before that I was at Ebony Rose for a while, and before that even I was at the Gardner School."
"You were at Ebony Rose and Gardner?!" Amy exclaimed. She'd never known anyone who'd attended either of those "gifted children" schools before.
"Yep," Elissa sighed. "I went to Gardner from second to fifth grade, got kicked out for pulling the fire alarm, then went to Rose. That didn't work out well either because apparently you're not allowed to jerk off boys in the middle of class. That's how I ended up at Aquinas. I didn't really fit in there either, though."
Amy's eyes were wide with curiosity. "You jerked off a boy in the middle of class?!? How old were you?!"
Elissa grinned slyly. "Oh, I was... what? Eleven? Who cares. I hated that place. Jerking off mathematical geniuses was the only fun thing to do. Westmoreland is the best school I've ever attended, hands down!"
Amy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right," she grumbled. "I hate it. I can't wait until next year..."
"Oh, yeah!" Elissa chirped, suddenly excited. She jumped up from her laying position and stared intently at Amy with wide, happy eyes. "High school boys! I can't wait!"
Amy blushed. She hadn't meant it like that, but Elissa seemed to interpret everything the way she wanted.
"That gives me an awesome idea," the Goth-girl said excitedly. "Have you ever kissed a guy?"
Amy was surprised by the question. "Uhm, sure," she said. "Why?"
"Well," Elissa replied, scooting closer to Amy, "I haven't. I've never kissed anybody! Can you believe that?"
Amy began to feel a bit uncomfortable. "Wait," she said, "didn't you... jerk a boy off before?"
"I never kissed him," Elissa grinned. "And like, my older brother, he has this friend, really cute guy. Gorgeous, actually. Strong, so hot, oh my God you have no idea, Aim, no idea. He's like, perfect! And Will, that's my brother, he's hanging out with this guy tonight, and he wants me to come with. And he even told me that this guy, I guess he has this huge crush on me, so I might be making out for the first time ever, can you believe that?"
"Wow," Amy said. What did this have to do with anything? she wondered.
"Anyway, well, I don't know the first thing about kissing. You can teach me!"
"What?!" Amy exclaimed with a nervous laugh.
"Come on, please! What's the big deal? I don't want to make out with this guy tonight like a total amateur!"
"I don't know, Elissa," the flabbergasted girl stammered. "Isn't that a bit... I mean..."
Elissa laughed loudly. "Cliché! Yeah, it is, because everybody does it! It's no big deal. And by the way, my friends call me Lessy," Elissa said. She was smiling prettily, but her eyes were intense.
Amy didn't know what to think. She'd never kissed a girl and had never wanted to, despite all the girl-on-girl porn movies and stories she'd read. And frankly, Amy was beginning to think that this girl was completely bonkers. "I mean, Lessy, I... ," Amy began to say.
"It'll be fun! We'll be like those girls from Cruel Intentions. You can be Sarah Michelle Gellar and I'll be Selma Blair... what do you say?"
Amy laughed. There was something endearing about the confident, almost arrogant way Lessy rationalized such an outrageous proposal. She clearly was a bit insane. She'd also slid right up next to her now, uncomfortably close, in fact. Their thighs were touching one another and Elissa seemed ready to pounce.
"Look, Lessy, I'm not really—," Amy said, feeling embarrassed.
"Shh," Elissa interrupted. "You can just pretend to be this guy, okay? He's the shy sort, too, so it's perfect. I'm going to end up being the aggressive one tonight I'm sure..."
Amy felt the girl press against her then. She looked away from her cute, pleading, manic-looking friend and began to speak, and just then felt the girl's soft lips press against the corner of her mouth.
Amy froze. For an impossibly long moment Elissa kept her lips pressed against her lips before breaking off the embrace.
"Well?" Elissa breathed after a moment of awkward silence. "Was that good? If you were the guy would you kiss me back?"
"That wasn't really a kiss," was all Amy managed to stammer. Her heart had stopped and she was staring into her new friend's intense wide eyes.
"Okay, well, how 'bout this?" she asked.
Suddenly Amy felt the girl's lips against hers again, only this time they were fully planted upon hers. Amy remained frozen but her heart began to race. Lessy's lips were so soft and gentle, and they were pressing against hers so relentlessly. Without even thinking, Amy began to press back.
It was Elissa who broke off the kiss again. She was smiling. "That was pretty good, right? If you were my brother's friend, you'd be happy, right?"
Amy blushed. "Uhmm... well..."
"What?!?" Elissa exclaimed. "Tell me! Please, I need to know..."
"I guess," Amy stammered, "you're just kinda pressing your lips against mine. That's not really a kiss."
"Well, teach me what a real kiss is, then!" Lessy pleaded. "Please?"
Amy turned her head away. Silence ensued. Without thinking, she made up her mind.
Why not help her out? the girl thought. We're just messing around anyway. Shoot, I gave a strange old man a blowjob last week! That's insane. Practice-kissing with a girl my age? That's normal by comparison!
"Well, I guess, do it again," Amy finally said.
"Do what?" Elissa asked.
"Press your lips against mine," Amy blushed. "I'll show you what to do, then."
Amy felt Elissa's left hand come down on her right knee as her face grew closer and closer to hers. Amy closed her eyes just as Lessy's lips touched hers again.
After a moment, Amy began to part her lips. Elissa's lips parted with them. Amy then began to push her tongue outward, flicking it against her new friend's teeth, even as she felt Elissa's hand slide up her leg. It didn't take long before Amy had her tongue inside the girl's mouth and their kiss amplified at an incredible rate.
Suddenly Elissa's tongue had come to life, too. The two 14-year-old girls leaned back into the sofa as they embraced each other, and Amy was astounded by how good Lessy was at this. She'd never experienced such a passionate kiss! Her mind was dizzy with strange thoughts and emotions, now.
Finally it was Elissa who broke off their embrace once again. Amy stared wantonly up into her face; her new friend had practically crawled on top of her. It was insane.
"Was that better?" Lessy breathed.
All Amy could do was nod. Rather than move away, Elissa had continued to position her body over her until she was straddling the girl on the couch. "I have a confession, Amy," she said.
Amy nodded.
"I've kissed plenty of people," she whispered as she ran her hands through Amy's red hair. "I was just, you know... looking for an excuse..."
"There is no guy tonight?" Amy asked, surprised.
"Oh, there's always a guy if I want there to be," Elissa breathed. "But right now I just want you."
And suddenly they were kissing again. Elissa, who was taller than Amy but also skinnier, was sort of grinding her crotch downward into Amy's. Amy placed her hands on her friend's hips, which encouraged the girl to intensify her actions. When she began to feel up Amy's b-cup tits, the now horny girl didn't mind at all. It seemed natural now. Her tongue was playing with Lessy's, whose black dyed hair had fallen around her head blocking every other possible sight.
Amy was running her hands up and down the taller girl's back, unintentionally riding the Goth-girl's shirt up in the process. Suddenly her hands went down lower to Lessy's butt, which she rubbed automatically. The feeling sent shivers up her spine. She was touching another girl's ass! It was insane, it was wrong, but it was also so damned hot.
She left her hands there for a good while, pinching and cupping and groping the perfectly formed ass. When next she brought her hands up Elissa's back they went underneath the tight black shirt and she was touching bare skin.
Elissa moaned into her mouth. Their kiss hadn't abated at all, and Lessy's hands were groping Amy's round tits more boldly than ever. Thirty minutes ago Amy had been freezing cold, but now she was sweating, and she wanted nothing more than to take off her clothes and, yes, take off Elissa's, too.
"Am I interrupting something?"
Amy froze and then jumped at the sound of the male voice, and she tried to push Elissa away, but the Goth-girl wasn't budging. She did break off the kiss, though, and Amy heard her say, "No, bro, we're cool."
"What?!?" Amy whispered in a panic. She'd just been caught making out with another girl! She was mortified and scared and couldn't believe that Elissa, her partner in this crime, could sound so casual.
"Shh," Elissa breathed, staring down into Amy's eyes. "It's just my brother. Don't worry about him. William, this is Amy... Amy, my brother, Will."
The boy smiled and said, "Nice to meet you," just as his younger sister began to slide her hand down her side and then back up—only this time under her shirt. The petrified girl couldn't move or speak. She couldn't see anything but Lessy's face again, and when the skinny Goth-girl began to kiss her all Amy wanted was to kiss her back.
Someone was watching them, true. Amy knew this. She wasn't an idiot. She knew it was totally fucked up for a number of reasons. But just as she was about to push Elissa away again, she felt the girl's hand slide up under her bra.
Seconds later she was kissing Elissa back with abandon.
Lessy broke off the embrace but continued to knead Amy's breast under her bra. She began to tug up on Amy's shirt with her other hand, and Amy quickly helped her remove it. When she was topless, she saw Elissa smile, lean back, and then peel off her own shirt.
While Elissa undid her bra Amy finally had a chance to look around the purple colored, black lit room which glowed softly with the flames of the fire. At the recliner she saw a tall boy, probably a couple years older than Lessy, jacking off. He was staring at the two girls. And then Amy's eyes were drawn back to the now topless girl above her whose hands suddenly yanked at her bra.
A second later and both girls were topless.
"William will just jerk off while we do this," Lessy whispered in Amy's ear, which she gently began nibbling on. "... unless you want more? Unless you want him to fuck you?"
This was easily the most outrageous question the 14-year-old had ever been asked. But Amy continued to kiss Lessy's neck anyway. Their naked boobs were pressed together, Amy's engulfing Elissa's, as the two girls necked. And while they were writhing on the sofa, pleasuring each other like nothing, William was watching.
The thought made Amy shudder, and grow even more aroused.
But then, as quickly as it began, it stopped. Elissa had slid off of her. She had scooted away, even. She had left Amy at the corner of the sofa, topless and gasping and damp between her legs. Meanwhile, Lessy nonchalantly pulled off her pants and panties and took a seat on the sofa next to the one Amy and her had just been making out on.
"Come over here," Elissa beckoned.
Amy suddenly realized what the obviously more experienced girl wanted. Amy got out of her seat and then moved over to her new lover, who was sitting on the edge of the other sofa with her legs spread wide. Not caring that a stranger was watching and jerking off to the whole thing, Amy got between Lessy's knees and inhaled deeply from the young teenager's cunt.
Not knowing what to do (Amy herself had only been eaten out a few times), the horny 14-year-old kid just went crazy. She began to lick up all of Lessy's juices while the black-haired girl moaned. She ran her tongue up the slit, then back down again, flicking it rapidly the entire way. She could feel Lessy's hands on the back of her head, first to undo her hair tie and then to help direct her.
Amy was on her hands and knees, her head wedged between her new friend's splayed legs, her hair undone and cascading down her back. It was amazing—Amy was ready to explode with an orgasm and her pussy hadn't even been touched yet!
Suddenly she felt hands on her ass, pulling down her pants, and Amy was only too quick to help. Just as she kicked off her pants and panties entirely, though, Amy realized that Elissa's hands were still on the back of her head. So who had helped take off her pants?
"Oh my God!" Amy exclaimed. She felt something hard and hot press against the folds of her vagina from behind. Frantically she turned her head, and saw that Will had taken his pants off and was now on one knee, ready to mount her from behind.
Lessy's hands came around the side of her head and gently turned the young girl's face until Amy was staring up Elissa's naked body into a beautiful young face. Lessy had a look of maniacal passion on her face.
"Come on, Aim," the Goth-girl smiled, "haven't you ever eaten out a girl while her big brother fucks you from behind?"
Before she could reply Amy grunted, "OH!" as she felt Lessy's brother press his dick into her wet vagina. Her body went limp with sudden and desperate pleasure. She found her face buried in Elissa's cunt once again.
William was slowly but firmly entering her from behind, making the girl squirm and moan. A second later and she was moaning into Lessy's pussy. She began to lick at it again, lapping up its juices and doing her best to please the girl it belonged to.
"Shit, Will, you're really fucking her, now," Elissa panted. Her words made Amy's body shudder with pleasure. She was speaking the truth. Lessy's older brother sure was fucking her, his hands tightly gripping her slender waist while he began to pound his hard shaft in and out of her with abandon. All Amy could do was enjoy the incredible feeling his hard cock gave her while she did her best to eat out her new friend's pussy.
"Yeah, fuck her, Will, FUCK her! That's it, yes, fuck her hard!" Elissa screamed.
William's hands slid up Amy's sweaty little body and began to squeeze and grope her hanging, swinging tits. The feeling of the boy touching her now was just too much: Amy grunted and groaned, breaking off from the pussy her lips had just been sealed around. She groaned and shuddered as her body tightened up and experienced an incredible orgasm.
When it subsided after a good minute or so, Amy felt completely laid back and relaxed. She went back to work on Lessy's pussy. The Goth-girl hadn't stopped talking dirty during her orgasm, and now that she had cum, she stopped encouraging her brother to fuck her hard, too. Now she was saying, "That's it, Aim, good, lick my cunt, come on... Oh God, a little faster... mmm... William, cum in her, cum in her pussy, I want to see your cum drip out of her..."
After a few more minutes, William happily obliged. Amy felt her pussy fill with semen. It was almost enough to give her another orgasm, but just then it was Lessy's turn.
After the Goth-girl stopped bucking and squeezing and tugging at Amy's red head, William finally pulled out of the 14-year-old girl. Amy stopped licking Lessy, too, and stared up at her with a face glazed with female juices.
A few minutes later, after Amy had put her panties and bra back on, the three teenagers relaxed and smoked cigarettes. Amy had never smoked before, but hey, this was a day of firsts for the girl.
Mostly the three teens chit-chatted about normal stuff: the weather, the Browns, etc. After William finally finished smoking and excused himself, the talk got a bit more serious.
Elissa explained to Amy that she and her brother had done a three-way before, but it had been months ago and the third party had been a guy, not a girl. When Amy asked how William could have gotten off on that, Elissa blushed.
"Don't tell me!" Amy asked, shocked.
"It's not a big deal!" Elissa replied, sounding defensive. "I made... think about it this way. Speaking form a purely genetic standpoint, incest is definitely wrong, right? It slows down the growing diversity of the gene pool, causing weaker and weaker genetics to pass down from generation to generation until, finally, everyone starts having babies born with birth defects and the human race ultimately dies out.
"But," the worked up, energetic girl continued, "modern science allows us to avoid all that! I mean, take me. I get the shot every six months so I can't get pregnant. And if I can't get pregnant, the genetic argument against incest is removed. And if that's removed, what possible argument remains? Can ya tell me?"
Amy's eyes were still wide with surprise. They were also wide because she was confused: she knew there must be an argument against what Lessy was saying, but she couldn't think of a good one. Elissa, however, obviously expected some sort of response.
"I don't know... because it's just... sick?" Amy said uncertainly.
"Sick! Sick!?" Elissa laughed. "That's a moral argument! Moral arguments aren't based in logic! What you say is sick, I say is fine, and vice versa! And what if I thought being a red head was sick? What if I thought it was immoral? People used to think that, ya know!"
"I dunno," Amy said softly. "I guess... well, I what you're saying is that if a man thought raping a little girl wasn't 'sick', then it'd be okay to do so..."
Elissa was staring at her, a serious expression suddenly appearing on her cute pale face. She took a drag from her cigarette and then said, "No, because rape doesn't have to do with morals. Rape is illogical. Sure, I mean, morally speaking it's wrong by anyone's standards. But also, logically speaking it's wrong... and that's the whole point."
Amy leaned into Lessy's embrace, then, and rested her head against the girl's still naked tits. "How is it illogical?" she murmured. She was getting incredibly tired.
"Because," Elissa explained softly, "when you rape someone you hurt them. Hurting someone against their will is illogical. Ultimately it causes situations where you either beg for forgiveness or self-destruct."
Amy was nodding off into slumber now. Elissa probably knew this, but she continued speaking anyway.
"Self destruction usually comes first, too," the girl whispered. That was the last thing Amy heard because just then she fell asleep.