Chapter 1
Sally Jean waited until the rest of the lockers in her aisle clanged shut and the other girls were in the shower stalls before she skinned out of her own clothes.
She twisted her long, slender arms behind her back and unsnapped the red mini-dress she wore. A quiver in her hips and she was stepping out of the rumpled cloth that had puddled around her ankles.
Stooping, she scooped the dress up and hung it in her own locker and then glanced furtively around. Now she was wearing only a brief pair of pink panties and a small, pert bra. Although she was just entering womanhood and her breasts were small, under the bra they bulged like sweet, ripe oranges.
Before she unsnapped her bra, Sally thought about her breasts. The fact that they seemed more like budding peaches than the glamorous protuberances of favored movie stars embarrassed her not a little. Sally was embarrassed by the very wickedness of being naked when other people could see her-even other girls. But she was also afraid that she didn't compare favorably with the more outspoken girls in her gym class. It was sinful, she knew, taking pride in the size of her breasts-or being ashamed because hers were smaller. But she couldn't help it. She wished they'd hurry and fill out or grow up.
The locker room was a huge cavern. High overhead a dirty skylight let in the afternoon sun. All around Sally the tall, double racks of school-green lockers with scratched-in initials and hearts formed six foot metal walls. Sally could hear the occasional bang of a locker door in another aisle as she locked her thumbs in the sides of her sheer panties.
It was getting late. The gym period would soon be over and the fifteen-year-old girl knew she had to rush again or the girls coming back from the showers would find her still naked in the aisle.
Quickly she tugged and the sliding nylon wisping down her thighs made Sally shiver. A strange feeling shot through her thighs and seemed to collide in her crotch. The sensation was so strong that Sally jerked up before she had the panties clear off her foot.
The hem of her panties hooked around her heel and for a precarious moment Sally was off balance. The green lockers whirled in front of her and she felt herself falling helplessly backward. She threw her arms behind herself and braced to fall, to crash to the floor. But the wood and pipe bench caught the back of her legs and she flopped noisily into a sitting position on the hard wood.
For a long moment, a stunned girl sat on the cold bench. Her buttocks cheeks smarted from the sudden impact of her rear on the bench. Her legs were splayed open and her beautiful, rounded thighs exposed the furry slit on her almost virgin vagina.
It took a moment while the coldness of the bench made itself felt on her naked rear and, then Sally realized how obscene she must appear. Primly she closed her legs. Then she stood and put her clothes in her locker and snapped the combination lock closed.
In a moment she was heading toward the showers. But the feeling of intrusion when the bench top had spread her butt open was still strong in her mind.
As she had hoped, when she went from the cold grey cement to the red tile of the shower area with its billows of steam a couple of girls had already left and she was able to get a shower stall almost to herself.
"What took you so long?"
Sally looked up at the unexpected question. Noreen Collins, a pert redhead was standing in one corner of the shower stall soaping her half-grown tits and sliding her fingers around and over the nubbins of her nipples. Sally gasped and looked away.
"I was thinking about something," she said.
"I was a little slow getting going."
"I know what you mean." Noreen chuckled and Sally glanced at her again.
The redheaded girl was about fourteen, too. She was a little on the skinny side and her pelvis was very prominent. Her hip bones stuck out like handles and her belly was a hollow in her smooth skin.
Sally had to avert her eyes from watching the other girl's hands. Noreen kept grabbing handfuls of the liquid soap and rubbing it up her faintly visible ribs to the soft, jiggly flesh of her breasts. There she rubbed it in with furious motion. Her fingers squirmed back and forth across the soft, jiggly skin and nudged against the hard protuberance of her immature nipple. For some reason it was exciting to watch and Sally kept peeking.
"Don't do that." Sally told the redheaded teenager quietly.
"Why not? I can take my shower anyway I want to," the girl pouted back at Sally.
As if to spite Sally Jean, Noreen slid one soapy hand down across her belly button and rubbed her fingertips in the fine red fur that made a triangle between her white thighs.
Sally gasped. But she couldn't move her eyes because Noreen's fingers were almost touching the slick, wet slit between her legs. Inside, Sally felt funny herself, imagining what it would feel like to touch herself in that place- the way Noreen seemed about to do.
Noreen smiled. One of her hands continued to play with her swollen girl's breast while her other hand slid slowly between her thighs. She was taunting Sally Jean.
The pace of Noreen's fingers had changed. The hand on her breast made a slow, rhythmic squeezing motion that seemed to suck the girlish nipple into her hand. The fingers of her other hand crawled down into the fuzzy hair covering with inexorable deliberation.
A funny feeling crept over Sally as she watched the other girl. There was no way of stopping her fingers from reaching down further and further and touching her puffy lips guarding her pee hole. Sally kept telling herself that Noreen shouldn't be doing that, that it was wrong. But it didn't make any difference. The girl's hand moved further anyway.
"Ooooooo," Noreen gasped. She smiled at Sally Jean. Her eyes were suddenly funny, glazed. She had a funny little smile on her face. Almost a smirk.
"Don't do that," Sally gasped. She couldn't avert her eyes from seeing what was happening. Noreen's fingers were playing in the wet slot between her thighs. Wildly, Sally looked around to see if anyone else was watching. There were still clouds of steam rising from the other shower stalls, but one of the other girls had noticed what was happening.
Sally scrunched up in a corner of the large shower stall, feeling the cool tile pressing against her flanks and back-and feeling the hot tide of blood surging between her legs. Noreen's eyes were glazed, The girl's fingers were sliding up and down the slit in her crotch. Sally could see the redhead's fingertips disappearing between the puffy lips as her hand moved faster and faster and faster.
"Hmmmmmm...." Noreen was making a weird humming noise as she masturbated. She smiled at Sally as her wet finger slid in and out of her twitchy hole.
It was obscene, indecent, wicked. And yet Sally couldn't stop watching. In fact, she couldn't even stop wondering what it felt like. In a perverted way, Sally wished that the frantically agitating finger was going up her own tender opening rather than Noreen's.
"Aaaaagggghhhh." Groaning and shuddering, Noreen stopped stroking her finger in and out of her sex hole. Her face wore a twisted expression of ecstasy. She was still smiling, but her look was completely changed. Her smile was now one of complete satisfaction. She appeared satiated with fulfillment and sexual well being.
That wasn't right, Sally told herself. Noreen should have been ashamed. She should have been contrite for her wickedness. Not looking as if she had been rewarded.
Sally couldn't help her own feelings. Staring at Noreen, knowing what the girl had done, Sally discovered she was brimming over with pure, unadulterated jealousy.
Noreen was still sighing with pleasure as she turned the shower knobs on the wall. Immediately the girl was inundated by a stream of steaming water. It cascaded over her head and body. The force of the hot water spread her hair over her shoulders and breasts where it clumped together in pointed red spikes.
When the shower hit Noreen's soapy titties she seemed to explode into a bubbly white froth. The soap ran down her body. The bubbles caught in the fine net of her pubic hair and ran around her vaginal lips. Then it ran off her puffy pubes in a steady stream that made it seem as if she was taking a pee right in the shower stall.
Sally was trembling all over as she turned on her own water and felt the first full force of the shower hit her. Discreetly she turned her back to Noreen and began to gently soap her long, teenager's body. Her hands were soft as they stroked up and down her own flesh. And yet, each touch did things to Sally that had never happened to her before.
When she squeezed her breast, there was a sudden, fierce tingling that electrified her body. The feeling shot into her crotch and set her on fire there, too. The teenaged girl had never experienced such sensations before. It was as if watching Noreen had somehow opened a flood gate in her body that allowed her sexuality to run full force.
The sound of the other shower stopped abruptly. Sally didn't really notice.
"See you later, square." Noreen walked by Sally and craned her head as if peeking. Guilty, Sally pulled her hand away from her hot, throbbing breast.
Noreen laughed. As the redhead walked away, holding herself stiffly erect even though she was stark naked, she swished her buttocks back and forth in lewd invitation for Sally's eyes. Through the gap between the skinny girl's thighs, Sally saw the barest hint of red pubic hair and she imagined the girl's wet sex lips smacking together, opening and shutting as she walked away with that exaggerated wiggle.
Quickly Sally turned toward the shower and let the full force of the hot water hit her face and pound reassuringly against her tits. Her nipples were hard, diamond hard. Sally wondered about that. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen and they tingled.
She told herself it couldn't be because of Noreen. That would be wrong. It would be sinful-and yet....
While the water cascaded against her breasts and splashed down her body, Sally's hand crept down her waist and rubbed the soft swell of her lower belly. It was just beginning to turn out in a sweet little pad of flesh that kept her from looking between her thighs at her own slit. And while she did that, she imagined that her fingers were going down further and further.
As the steam from the shower boiled around her, Sally Jean's fingers were poised for the dive into the hot, swampy recess between her legs. She was pulsating like a bongo drum. Her clitoris was aching and pushing up, begging for her finger to touch it.
"Sally Jean, if you don't hurry you'll be the last girl to leave school today."
Sally turned scarlet. She felt her skin go hot red from the tip of her ears to her very toes. Even with the shower drumming against her electrified skin she felt the sweat suddenly begin pouring from her forehead. She whirled around and was further embarrassed by the wild bouncing of her titties. She wanted to grab them with her hands and hold them still. But that would have embarrassed her even more.
"I'm sorry, Miss Benenett. I was ... day dreaming, I guess."
The girl's gym teacher glanced down at Sally's crotch, as if assessing from its appearance how much finger the girl had fed it. "That's all right, Sally. Just don't do your daydreaming in the shower in the future...."
Sally turned off the shower and squeezed by the teacher's neat, trim figure. Miss Bennett, was still wearing her white shorts and shirt. "I won't," Sally promised. She meant it. "Honest, Miss Bennett, I won't daydream in the showers ever again."