Chapter 1
Jennifer O'Brien waited until the girls' locker room was empty before she would take a shower. She was afraid of the other girls, afraid of their bodies, of her body, that they'd see her and laugh at her. So she would wait until everybody had cleared out before she would approach the showers.
A low moan filled the locker room as she walked across the damp tile floor. It sounded to
Jennifer like somebody was sick. Or dying. She had never heard anybody cry out quite like that before in her life. It didn't sound like someone in pain. As Jennifer drew nearer the showers the sounds got louder, and she realized there was more than one person in the showers. She rounded the bend to the stalls, and what she saw there took her breath away. Jennifer's gym coach, Marsha Roberts was there. So were the Winslow twins, April and May.
At first Jennifer thought that someone was sick. April lay writhing on the cold, wet tile floor, her entire body trembling and quivering. Jennifer thought that she was having a fit. But as she took in the scene, she realized that this was not the case. Something was wrong. She looked at Miss Roberts, the gym teacher. Miss Roberts was naked.
Miss Roberts had small firm breasts. Her body was muscular and lean, like the women Jennifer had seen in the women's body-building magazines. But Miss Roberts looked better than any of the women in pictures that Jennifer had seen. There was still a part of her that was soft and gentle, a part that made all the kids in class admire and look up to her.
The three women in the showers were oblivious to Jennifer's presence. They were too engrossed in each other's bodies. April Winslow seemed to be the center of attraction at the moment. She was on her back, with her sister's head buried between her thighs.
"Yes, yes!" April moaned out once more. Jennifer was shocked to see her classmate, one of her best friends, acting like such an animal. Normally April was a shy, reserved girl. To see her now doing vile acts on the floor disgusted Jennifer.
Yet it also fascinated her. As much as she wanted to run away, her feet stayed glued to the tile. She tried to close her eyes, but another part of her seemed to be forcing her to keep them open, forcing her to watch. She stared at April's long, slender arms writhing above her head. She watched April's white, pillowy breasts wave up and down as her body rocked. And then Jennifer's eyes went down lower. To April's thighs. She had been afraid to look at first, her mother had warned her long ago that it was wrong, but she had never seen a pussy that was dripping wet before.
Jennifer didn't have a clear view, but every now and then May's head would come up from between her sister's legs, and she would insert a finger into that moist, dripping slit. May would rub her sister's ass with the gooey liquid taken from within, caressing her everywhere. May's finger disappeared up April's ass-hole.
She worked it in and out. This made April shudder even more intensely than before. May attacked her sister's muff once more with her tongue, keeping a finger plugging away from behind.
Miss Roberts seemed more in control to Jennifer. She lay beside April, caressing her soft breasts, kissing her on the neck, sucking until big red spots would appear.
"Hickies," Jennifer whispered under her breath, "I know what those are at least."
April sat up and reached her arm down to her sister. April was a tall thin blonde. In shoes she was six feet. Her sister May was smaller, darker, and rounder. May had dark, kinky hair framing her face, April's was blonde and almost always pulled back. May's breasts were huge, the largest in the class, while April's tits were small bumps beside them. It was hard to believe they were twins, they looked so different. But they were both beautiful.
"They could have just about any boy they wanted in the eleventh grade," thought Jennifer. "I don't understand this, why they're here, doing this."
Yet, when Jennifer looked at Miss Roberts, she could sort of understand. Jennifer was small and awkward, ordinarily the type of girl that would have avoided gym class like the plague. But she went every day. All the girls went every day. They all loved Miss Roberts.
April and Miss Roberts were kissing now. Miss Robert's snake-like tongue darted in and out of April's mouth. They nipped and chewed on each other's lips.
"Oh Marsha," April cried out, "You make me feel so good."
Marsha. Jennifer wanted, always wanted to be able to clown around and call Miss Roberts, Marsha. She wanted Miss Roberts, Marsha to put her arm around her at the end of class like she did with other kids and say "good game", or "nice going". She wanted Marsha to tell her how much she liked her, to say that she thought Jennifer was a wonderful person. She, Jennifer O'Brien, wanted to be April or May Winslow. Right at that moment. She wanted to be naked on the tile floor, feeling her breasts being firmly caressed by Marsha, to feel that strong, muscular body pressed up next to hers, to taste the sweet flavor of her kisses, and to feel what it was like to have someone touch her pussy.
Jennifer wanted to rip her towel away from herself, run into the showers, and join in. But somehow, she could not do it. She couldn't advance, she couldn't run away. Jennifer was frozen to her spot on the tile floor, all she could do was watch.
Marsha was the one on her back now. May, once again, had her head buried between her gym teacher's legs. April lay behind May, nipping at her sister's clit. The three women were like a chain. April would stroke May's clit, which would send a ripple running up May's body. This would cause May to plunge a finger deeper into Marsha's wet slit, which would cause Marsha in turn to tremble with pleasure.
April began to stroke and lick May's clit together at the same time. May's arms shook, and suddenly she could no longer support herself. She fell away from Marsha's cunt.
"I can't hold back any longer," May growled in a husky voice. "I feel like I'm just going to burst."
Marsha climbed on top of May, her legs straddling the dark girl's face. "Come on, honey," she said, burying her muff in May's mouth, "Let me feel it too!"
April continued to lick and stroke like mad at her sister's clit. She wanted more than anything else at that moment for her sister to experience the thrill of orgasm, and to know that it was her fingers and tongue that caused it.
May began to howl. Marsha tried to keep her quiet by keeping her cunt over the teenager's moaning lips, and to get her to bring her to a climax.
"We're in school, dears," Marsha playfully scolded May. "We can't totally let go, much as we'd like to. Someone might hear."
May bit her lip, and the howls were somewhat muffled, turned to groans. April stuck a finger deep into May's pussy, knowing from experience that this was the final excitement she needed to set her off. And it did. May's body was on fire. She threw Marsha off her as the spasms wracked her body. She was breathing incredibly deep and fast, yet she couldn't seem to catch her breath. And then finally she pushed April away from her gushing wet snatch.
"No more," May said to her sister. "What do you want to do, kill me?"
"I wouldn't mind dying that way," April giggled.
The three women lay side by side by side, with May in the middle, sharing the warmth of her orgasm for a moment before they continued their fun. It took a moment before May even had the strength to move a muscle.
"You know, Marsha," May said smiling, "We ought to do this in gym class sometime. It's a much better workout than a lot of the sports we play."
Marsha laughed. "Wouldn't that be something. If only everybody was as understanding as you kids."
"We understand you," April said as she reached over to kiss Marsha, "and you understand us. We don't need anybody else."
Marsha grabbed April's ass tightly as they continued to kiss. They were so warm to each other. And so loving. Jennifer peered around the corner of the stalls. When May had had her orgasm, Jennifer had taken a step back, not sure what all the commotion was about. She had never known that love-making involved such physical activity and sensations. She had always thought just about the love aspect, and the sex part was always just a hazy blur to her.
Jennifer thought that the scene she was watching on the shower floor was beautiful, except that somewhere it had been ingrained in her that it was so wrong, totally wrong. And she could not take that feeling and make it go away. It was too strong. So as much as she envied the girls and their relationship with Marsha Roberts, she knew that even though she would love to be a part of it she never could. She would always have to be a spectator, and just listen, and sometimes watch.
And touch herself. She knew she could do that much now. Jennifer lowered a hand, stopping for a moment to caress her own breasts, but her fingers didn't linger long, for they were drawn to her vagina like a magnet.
It was wet. She worked a finger between the lips of her pussy. It had never been so wet before. She felt good about that. It made her seem somewhat closer to April and May, somewhat nearer to Marsha.
She began to play around inside her slit, working her small finger in and out, then doing it with two fingers, then three. It felt good. So good.
Yet she didn't feel like May did. Jennifer knew she wasn't about to cry out, or even moan. She thought perhaps she wasn't doing something right. She watched Marsha's hand darting around April's blonde, furry box. Marsha's hand was moving almost too fast for Jennifer to follow. Marsha would bring April to a point where April felt she was about to explode, and then, just at the critical point, her fingers would almost stop, just giving a gentle flick every couple seconds.
A gentle flick. Jennifer noticed that Marsha's hot finger was not inside April's pussy, but just playing with something at the top of her cunt-lips. Jennifer tried to find a similar spot on her own body, and when her fingers ran over a tiny bump that sent a shiver down-her spine, she knew that she had found the right spot.
"Clitoris," the word ran through Jennifer's mind, summoned from a long-ago film-strip in
Health class. "I'm tickling my clitoris."
Jennifer had tried to masturbate before, but without the proper know-how, she had met with little success, and would always abandon trying. But now she knew how to make herself feel hot, burning. She felt on fire. And it was all due to the three women she was watching. It had been like a lesson in proper sexual procedure for her, and she was now applying lesson number one.
She could feel the wetness in her pussy grow. How could she be getting so wet? How could she have been so unfamiliar with her own body? Jennifer knew that from this point on, her life would never quite be the same. She would never look at other girls in quite the same way again.
Jennifer's rhapsody was interrupted by a loud thud across the room. Her eyes focused once more, and she could see April bouncing on the floor.
"I lost my balance," April said smiling to Marsha, who helped her up.
"It's a hard position to maintain," Marsha said as she leaned over to kiss the bruise on April's bottom.
"I love it when you kiss my behind," April moaned. "Kiss it, kiss it for me more."
Both May and Marsha knelt behind April, kissing and licking her ass-cheeks. Marsha worked her tongue across the firm, perfectly shaped ass.
"Your ass is so beautiful," Marsha said as she separated the cheeks, so she could lick the crack in between. "It's so tight, yet it feels so soft."
Marsha's hot tongue cleaned all around April's pink rectum before letting her tongue touch, probe April's bunghole. Once her tongue began working its way in and out, April's muscles began to loosen, and soon Marsha was almost slipping her entire hand up the young, blonde teen-ager's ass.
May had worked her way around the front, so that as Marsha was pleasuring April from the rear, May was probing her pussy from the front side.. April couldn't take this double-barreled action for long. Her twat began to pulsate, and that rumbling spread to the rest of her body. May brought her sister to climax as skillfully as her sister had done before, and just at the lusty, luscious extraordinary, yes, at her moment of climax, April once again lost her balance and hit the floor.
"You poor baby," Marsha cradled the slim blonde in her arms, stroking her hair. "You're having a rough time today."
"It's OK," May laughed. "April-likes it rough."
At the same time, Jennifer was feeling like she might be on the edge of an orgasm herself, but having never experienced one before, she wasn't quite sure. She thought that perhaps if she made a little noise, it would help. She started to grind her hips against the wall and moaned. Jennifer pretended that the wall was a person next to her, a person touching her, kissing her. Her cries grew in loudness.
"It's your turn now, Marsha," May grabbed her teacher's shoulder's and bit into her breasts. Marsha's dark brown nipples grew hard under May's touch, and May flicked her tongue at them, alternating on each one.
April ran her fingers up and down Marsha's muscular thighs. She knew that Marsha was ticklish, and the two sisters soon had Marsha squirming with delight.
"You two drive me wild," Marsha closed her eyes and licked her lips. "I don't think anybody could make me feel better. I ... I...."
A scream came, its echo filled the room. Marsha froze. April froze. May froze. For the first time, they realized there was another person in the room.
"Jennifer," May said under her breath. "It's Jennifer O'Brien."
Jennifer sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. She tried to catch her breath. She had just experienced her first orgasm. Things had just gone "pop" inside her, and she had to let it out, so she had screamed.
Marsha instantly changed from a hot, horny woman to a teacher concerned for one of her students. "Jennifer, are you OK? How do you feel?" Marsha bent down and tried to help Jennifer up, but Jennifer just shook her head no. Jennifer tried to catch her breath, tried to speak, but she was still unable.
May leaned in. "How long were you standing there, watching us?" Her proximity made Jennifer frightened.
"Shhhhh, May, you leave Jennifer be," Marsha said as she stared into the young girl's eyes. "Can't you see what she's just gone through for the first time? This is a very special moment for Jennifer."
April pushed May. "This is all your fault! I told you it was too dangerous to fool around on school grounds, but you had to get your thrills. Now what's going to happen to us?"
Jennifer looked from one twin to another, and realized that they were afraid. The Winslow twins were afraid of her, Jennifer O'Brien. She smiled.
Marsha smiled back at the small girl. She looked at Jennifer. She had always been so shy, so introverted. Marsha never assumed that such a fire had been burning inside the small child's soul. She had always seemed so plain, almost mousy. Jennifer had started the year with braces, and she wore huge, thick glasses. Her hair hung straight down, hiding her face.
The girl Marsha was looking at now was not that girl. Without those glasses, Marsha could see the deep blue eyes that had always been hidden from view. Her body, partially covered by only a towel, was very girlish, yet very exciting. She was so pale and white. But Marsha could see the spark that lay within her, the emerging woman she could, hopefully, would become.
"Are you OK, honey?" Marsha asked, giving Jennifer her best smile.
"Yes," Jennifer managed to speak at last. "But I'm so ashamed, so ashamed."
Jennifer burst into tears. The tears just began to pour out.
"God, what a baby," May scowled.
"Oh shut up," April said, punching her on the arm.
Marsha held Jennifer in her arms, gently rocking her back and forth, cooing to her softly. "There, there, it's alright." After the sobbing had died down, she turned to the twins and said, "Why don't you two get dressed."
"But I thought we were going out to...." May shouted, but April dragged her off before she could finish.
After the twins left, Marsha leaned Jennifer back against the wall. "You OK now, Jennifer."
"I think so," Jennifer said as she rubbed her eyes. "Mother's going to kill me."
"Maybe you don't know your mother as well as you think you do. Besides, she doesn't have to know anything about this, does she?"
"No, I guess not." Jennifer stared at Marsha. "Can I call you Marsha too? It would mean so much to me."
"Sure honey." Marsha hugged the child. "Only don't do it in front of other people. Some people just don't understand."
"I don't understand, Miss Ro ... Marsha. I thought sex was supposed to be women and men, and that anything else was wrong."
"That's just a lot of nonsense." Marsha stroked Jennifer's cheek. "As long as people aren't hurting anybody, as long as its between people who agree on what they will do, then I don't see anything wrong with women and women, men and men, or just about any combination you could possibly think of."
"But some people would think it's wrong."
"Oh that they do, honey. That's why you mustn't tell anybody what you saw going on here today. I could lose my job. April and May could be separated, kicked out of school. If you tell anybody, you could hurt us, you could hurt us all."
"I won't tell, Marsha. I'd never want to hurt you."
"I'm glad, Jennifer, really glad. Now maybe you'd like to go out for a sport sometime, be part of the team. There are lots of women out there. We could spend a lot of time together."
"Gee whiz, I'm just too scrawny for any sports."
"No, I like the way you look." Marsha ran a hand up the outside of Jennifer's leg until it rested on her hip. "You're turning into an absolutely lovely young woman."
"Thank you." Jennifer suddenly felt a knot in her stomach. Her eyes could no longer meet Marsha's. "I think I'd better be going now."
"OK," Marsha said as she stood up, lifting Jennifer along with her. "Just remember, don't be afraid of yourself, your body, I mean. And remember, don't be afraid of me either. I'll never make you do anything you don't want to."
Jennifer walked into the locker room. April and May sat on the wooden benches, fully dressed. April wore a pink cardigan sweater and a pleated skirt, May a denim shirt and jeans.
"They look so normal," Jennifer thought. "Just like any of the other girls in class."
The twins smiled warmly at her as she passed by. "Are you OK?" asked May.
"Right as rain," Jennifer nodded.
Jennifer looked at her body closely before she dressed. Before she had always been afraid to look at herself, perhaps ashamed. But as she gazed down, she could see that her breasts weren't that different than any other girl her age. Sure, lots were bigger, but she was the same size as plenty of girls. She had a nice, slim waist, and except for a couple of pimples, her ass wasn't half-bad. Her legs were too skinny, but she felt that was better than being too fat. All in all, for the first time she realized that she looked just fine, that there was nothing to be ashamed of.
Jennifer brushed her finger across her clit once, very lightly, just so she could feel that warm tingle inside her once more. She sat down and opened her pussy lips, something she had never done before, at least not in the light of day. She ran her fingers around the outer lips, and then touched herself inside. She wasn't getting horny this time, not at all, but it made her feel good nonetheless, to be able to accept her physical self clearly for the first time.
"I'd like to kiss those lips sometime."
Jennifer wheeled around to see May, smiling at her. She felt her pale white skin turn a dark red. For an instant, she wanted to crawl into a hole, to disappear. But then she didn't.
"Thank you," Jennifer said, smiling.