Sara is a shy and naive teen that's about to sexually awaken with thanks to her friend Viv.
“Why are we here?”, asked Sara.
She wasn’t sure why Viv had taken her to the storage room during lunch break. The room was dark and damp and smelled like feet and humidity. Sara would much rather be with their friends in the cafeteria gossiping about.
“You’ll see”, replied Viv with a suspicious grin on her face.
“Dammit, Viv! You keep saying that! It’s getting annoying, you know?”
“I’m not spoiling the surprise” Viv said as she dragged her friend by the wrist, taking her behind a rack filled with gym equipment.
“Now what?”, asked Sara as she squeezed behind the rack. The space between the rack and the wall was very narrow, just wide enough for the slim girls to fit into. The rack was made of metallic mesh that allowed them to see through it while remaining hidden.
“Now shut up and wait”, Viv’s voice was low. Her eyes were glued to the storage room’s door.
Unconvinced but intrigued, Sara mimicked her friend and stared at the door for what seemed like ages. She could hear the muted voices of her classmates outside. The steps of small groups moving past the room, the eventual cake, the low indistinct chit-chat.
Sara started feeling impatient. The space was cramped, the smell was gross, the air was dusty, and she still had no clue why they were there.
“C’mon Viv, move. I’m getting outta here”. Sara started pushing against Viv.
“Shoosh!” whispered Viv, elbowing Sara in the ribs while she motioned towards the door with her head. At that very moment the door creaked open. Both girls fell completely silent and made themselves perfectly still as they saw a face poking through the threshold.
“Quick! Go go go!” a male voice came through from the other side.
In came 3 people. Two tall, muscular figures and a shorter, feminine one. They closed the door very carefully, making sure the lock didn’t click as it was engaged. Then, very quietly they moved through the room, mindful not to knock anything over.
The room was very dark, but after waiting inside for such a long while Sara’s and Viv’s eyes had already adjusted to the darkness. As the 3 figures came closer, Sara could clearly see who the girl was…
There was no mistaking it, the girl who’d just walked into the room was Felicity St. Clair. Felicity was Fairmont Academy’s sweetheart; she was top of her class, member of the Honor Society, president of Bible Study Group, rich-girl socialite. Felicity was the school’s little-miss-perfect.
Felicity giggled as she led the group to a space that accommodated the three of them. Her laughter was almost inaudible, but was filled with a sultry and mischievous energy. It was a velvety whisper, playful and sensual. She wrapped her arms around one of her companions, and her chuckle drowned in between the two pairs of lips.
Felicity continued her soft but passionate kiss. Her left hand rested sensually on her lover’s chest as her mouth tasted his lips. As the kiss intensified, her hand slowly went up his neck, then up his cheek and onto the back of his head, her fingers entwining in between strands of hair as she grabbed a firm hold of him.
Then with a sudden jerk Felicity broke the kiss with a cute playful squeal. Her other companion had startled her by grabbing her waist through her shirt. She turned her head around, sandwiched between the two men and now started kissing the one behind her. The man in front of her took the chance to kiss her neck and slowly made his way to her earlobe, which he bit gently. Felicity paused her kiss to let out a gentle moan.
Felicity continued to kiss the man behind her while the one in front of her kissed and nibbled her neck. Her hands were now inside the muscular student’s shirt, running over his chest and abs. The tall black student seemed to like the idea of exploring underneath each other's clothes and slowly found his way under Felicity’s blouse.
“Yes…” Felicity moaned as the black student’s hands started fondling her breasts. Felicity was breathing heavily, and even in the heavy darkness Sara could see Felicity’s expression was one deep delight. She was blushing bright red and she was smiling with her eyes half closed, in pure satisfaction. Her hands came out from under the muscular guy’s shirt and in a soft and deliberate motion, they pulled the straps of her blouse over her shoulders, then she slowly slid her blouse down, fully exposing her perfect breasts with a moan.
It was hard to see them at first, since they were being fondled by a pair of strong black hands, kneading them and squeezing them; but every so often her breasts would become free of her lover’s ministrations. In these moments Sara could appreciate just how perfect Felicity’s tits were. They weren’t huge, only about the size of a big grapefruit, but they were impossibly perky. They would stand up firmly, the small nipple pointing proudly up and out. Her skin was so soft and pale it would almost glow in the dark room. The nipple used that porcelain white skin as a canvas, standing out with a beautiful bright red. Her tits looked so soft, so round, so firm… so gorgeous. They were hypnotising to Sara who caught herself gawking at them with an open mouth, which took deliberate effort to close.
After setting her breasts free, Felicity completely relaxed and went limp, surrendering herself to the care and attention of her lovers. She seemed to be almost floating between them. The tall black guy behind her moved his hands from her breasts to her wide hips and started to slowly dry-hump her while biting her neck. The muscular white guy in front of her started kissing and sucking on her breasts. Felicity was lost in pleasure, her head thrown back half smiling, half biting her lip, and eyes tightly closed. Her hands started caressing her own hair.
Felicity absentmindedly moved her hands, her left hand went to the white guy’s crotch, her right hand to his black friend’s. She remained in a trance, eyes closed and head back. As they enjoyed her body, she was clearly getting more and more turned on by fondling their growing dicks through their pants.
Her left hand slid down the pants of the guy in front of her, and with surprising dexterity she pulled out his shaft and started to stroke it. He stopped sucking on her nipple just long enough to let out a soft grunt, then engulfed what seemed to be her whole right breast in his mouth and sucked hard, which made Felicity squeal and stroke him faster.
Her right hand found its way inside the black guy’s shorts and after digging around for a short while, she pulled out his long, dark penis and she rewarded him with the same treatment. This made him strengthen the grip on her hips and jerk his pelvis harder into her hand.
Sara had been so lost watching the scene before her that she’d forgotten about Viv. She noticed Viv was breathing heavily, eyes glued to the trio in front of them. Then she was surprised by the realization of her own heavy breathing. Her chest moving up and down as her lungs filled with air. As she became aware of herself she also noticed her cheeks were burning hot, her own nipples so hard it hurt, and her hand dangerously close to her crotch. She didn’t remember ever feeling this turned on before.
Still in her trance, Felicity let go of her companion’s penises. This made them stop their worship of her body for long enough to watch her unbutton her jeans and try to pull them down, but they were so tight around her firm bubble butt that she had to wiggle her way out. As she did so she almost fell down and the two men had to catch her, perky tits and butt jiggling around. As they helped her regain her footing she let out a little chuckle that made them laugh as well. Her laugh turned into a moan as she grabbed hold of the black guy’s chin and kissed him passionately. Then she took the white guy’s cheek and kissed him with the same lust.
Sara could barely hear when Felicity whispered, “I want you both inside me.” As she heard this Sara felt a bolt of electricity in her stomach. Her head felt dizzy and her breathing got faster than before. What the hell was she about to see?