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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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TONI
With only a few days left in my junior year, I was having trouble concentrating. I chalked it up to nerves, but it just seemed like everything around me was happening in a daze recently. It was hard to focus on what Mr. Gibbson was saying. I'd never cared for maths. It's not that I wasn't good at it. I was a perfect student, in fact. I just didn't like the way Mr. Gibbons stared at me like a pervert all the time. The last week, it had been even worse due to the constant tingling in my pussy.
Everything had been worse! I'd felt a little sick each day. I was getting headaches. Some days it was hard to keep on task. My recent visit to the doctor had come up with nothing. The doctor wrote off her feeling as psychological, probably stress related. I was sure the stress would go away once summer began, and things would be fine. I didn't tell the doctor about the stuff that Layka had managed to get for me. It helped me relax after all. Part of me wondered if it was that causing the problems but I pushed that thought aside.
The classroom door opened, and a teacher's aide came in. "Toni," he said, "The office would like to see you for a moment."
I was confused. I'd never been called to the office for anything. I never got in trouble. I was a good girl! Good girls don't cum on their friend's fingers, I thought briefly, then tried to push that dirty thought away. I clumsily pushed myself up from my desk and made my way up to the front of the room. My head spun. What could I possibly be needed in the principal's office for?
My head hurting, I left the room and slowly made my way to the office. For a moment, I almost forgot where it was! Then, I collected myself and remembered. Yes, it was up toward the front. I pushed past the glass doors leading to the reception desk, where Angie sat busily typing. Last year, I volunteered as an office assistant on my free period. Angie had been really nice to talk to.
"Hi, Toni," Angie greeted me happily.
"Hey Angie. I guess I'm supposed to see the principal for something?"
"Go on in, hon. I'm sure it's nothing." I felt better. Maybe it was some good news! I walked past the reception desk to the Principal's door, and knocked softly.
"Come in," Mr. Patt's voice boomed from behind the door.
I turned the knob, stepped inside, and was immediately frightened. What was going on? Mr. Patt,s sat behind his desk, frowning, and seated in front of his desk was John. Mr. Patt and the officer looked disappointed, while John looked furious.
"You, um, wanted to see me?"
"Yes, Toni. Please sit down."
I sat next to John, who reached out and held my hand affectionately. He didn't seem angry with me, but rather with the two men on the other side of the desk.
"Toni," Mr. Patts began, "A short while ago, you went to see the college Dr. He said that he feels you need to go to a clinic he has suggested for a while till you feel better.
The following day John and Mel brought Toni to the clinic. The household was very subdued for the rest of the day. Toni's absence was like someone had torn a hole in their lives, and it gaped open with nothing to fill it. Even Layla felt a little more depressed than she thought she would. The feeling didn't last long, but the image of Toni being carted off to some center brought mixed feelings to her. On one hand, she was elated as she would have Mel and John to herself. On the other she would miss her friend.
John and Mel were quiet, keeping to themselves, and staying locked in their room all night. The house felt empty. Even Mick was quite. I had gone to his cave, and tried to taunt him into fucking my throat with his huge cock, but he was in a foul mood. He told me that he just couldn't get it up today. That left me bored out of my mind. It was summer vacation, and I had nothing to do tonight. My friends were mostly gone on vacations. I had no boyfriend...but then, Toni had a boyfriend. Toni had a boyfriend, and he was probably missing her. He'd been almost completely neglected this last week with everything going on! A fiendish plan began to form in my warped mind, and I found myself bounding up the stairs to my room.
LAYLA
I plucked out my phone from my nightstand and fired off a text to Tim, Toni's hunky football star boyfriend.
Hey Tim. It's Layla. What you doing?
The reply came quickly.
Nothing. You?
Just thinking about Toni.
Ya. Me too. I really miss her. You hear anything?
No. They won't let us talk to her until she gets out.
I'm really bored, and it sounds like we could both use someone to talk to. You wanna come over for a bit?
A minute passed before her phone buzzed again.
Sure. I guess. Be over in an hour. That OK?
Ya. Come on.
Tim was the school hottie. He wasn't as big as the some of the guys on his team. He wasn't supposed to be. He was wiry, muscular, tall, but most of all he was agile and fast. Dangerous in his position, he'd led the team to more victories than they'd seen in the last decade, and was already being scouted by several colleges. He had Dirty brown hair, blue eyed, a kind face with chiseled features. He could have been a poster boy.
TIM
As far as I was convinced, I was dating the hottest girl in school. Well, if i had to be honest with myself, Toni's best friend was actually the hottest girl in school, but Layla was also an undeniable flirt, tease, and had never shown the slightest interest in any boy in school. Toni, though, she was fun, outgoing, friendly, all the things that made me attracted to her.
The only problem was, we had been dating for over a year, and my raging teenage hormones were giving him the worst case of blue balls in human history. Toni was a good girl. He didn't want to call her prudish, but she was very reserved, sexually. They made out, and he'd felt up her hot body a few times, but the most play she'd ever given him was a handjob a couple of times. To say he wanted more would be an understatement. He wanted to go all the way with his hot girlfriend.
Now, with Toni in some kind of clinic, I wasn't sure I could wait. This summer was going to be full of parties, and hot chicks, and my aching balls were about at their limit. I'd been faithful, and i'd held out hope, but a growing young man has needs. Still, I really missed my girlfriend. She was such a great person to be around, and the thought of her locked up was inconceivable.
My car roared into the drive and I stepped out, making my way up to the door. Of course, i'd had plenty of interaction with Layla and she'd always been very friendly. Maybe a little flirtatious, but that was just her personality. Over the last year he'd come to consider her a friend, and it wasn't unusual for us to chat from time to time. He knew that she was close with Toni, though, and they both missed Toni terribly. It would be good to have someone to talk to, and the fact that the two girls looked hot would help!
I knocked on the door and a moment later Layla pulled it open. My eyes about fell out of my head as I took in the sight of her smoking hot body. She certainly didn't dress like Toni! Her lips glistened with a fresh coat of gloss. Her hair hung loosely about her shoulders. A tight half top struggled to contain her tits, while her legs were practically bare in a tiny little skirt that hardly fit the definition of 'skirt'. She threw her arms around me in a tight hug, smashing her boobs against my chest. Despite myself, i felt my aching cock coming to life.
"Hey, Tim," She squealed, "It's so good to see you! Come in,"
She led me into the living room and sat me down on the couch.
"Can I get you anything?" she asked.
"Uh, maybe a beer?"
"Be right back," she said, and went into the kitchen.
I adjusted my boner and tried to act natural. The house was very quiet, most of the lights were out. It was strange. The place was usually so active and warm. There was always something going on. To see it like this made me feel a little sad. It was like the whole place was holding its breath, just waiting for something to happen.
She returned with a can of beer and handed it to me, then took a seat right beside me.
"I'll bet you can't believe it, can you?" Layla asked.
"About Toni? No. I don't get it. It's really not like her at all,".
I know," she agreed, "we all felt the same way. It's been really hard to come to terms with. But, the clinic said that if she shows improvement she could get out a lot sooner, so that's good news,"
"Yeah. She's a good girl. I'm sure they'll see that and realize that she doesn't belong there,"
I couldn't take my eyes off of Layla's melons. He blushed a little as he thought about them, and then she noticed my face color.
"Tim," she said softly, "It's okay to look. I know that you miss Toni a lot, and it's got to be hard on you,"
"Yeah, I'm sorry. It's just that I've hardly seen her for over a week, and I guess seeing you just makes me think about all the things I'm missing, you know?"
She nodded agreement, asking, "Maybe it will help if you talk to me about what you miss about her, and I'll do the same. That way, we can both remember all the good things that we love about her, and it'll feel like she's right here with us,"
"Yeah, I guess so," he said, smiling for the first time, "I really miss her laugh, most of all. She's always been fun, you know? I make stupid jokes, but she pretends they're funny anyway,"
"I miss that, too," layla said, "She could be a stick in the mud sometimes, but she always went out of her way to make you feel accepted. I like that about her. I'll bet you miss something else, too, though, don't you?" she smiled coyly.
"Uh, I don't know what you mean," I said dumbly.
"Well, now that Toni's gone, you don't have anyone to take of your...well...your needs?"
"My...oh, um, well, we hadn't really gone that far. Not yet. I guess, well, I wanted to, but Toni...she'd kind of, I guess, traditional?"
"You mean," Layla feigned shock, "You guys never...did it?"
"Uh, no. We make out and stuff, but that's about it. I thought she'd have told you, you guys being so close and all,"
She shook her head, "No, she doesn't really talk about that kind of stuff with me,"
The sudden change in the direction of this conversation had my cock swelling again. She was so close to him, and she smelled so good, and she looked so hot. Oh, geez, he was getting turned on by his girlfriend's friend. Not good! I needed to think of something else. I began chanting "grandma's apple pie" iny head, willing my erection to go down. It wasn't working, though. Layla shifted on the couch, and her bare leg rubbed against me. Her skirt rode up, and I could swear I saw her panties peeking out. She was like his fantasy version of Toni, all dolled up in sexy clothes.
"Are you okay, Tim," she asked, putting her hand on my arm. She was so warm.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine. It's just, well, I always kind of wished that Toni would dress like you do. She's really hot," he laughed, "like you didn't know that,"
"She's beautiful," Layla agreed, and snuggled in a little closer to me "Maybe, well, this might sound crazy. Nevermind, I'm stupid," She looked away, biting her lip.
"What?"
"Well, I just thought, maybe you could, um, you could kiss me? I mean it would just be two friends comforting each other. It wouldn't be cheating. Especially if it was just a kiss, right? Maybe it would make us both feel better. You can pretend I'm her, and I can be your pretend Toni, just this once,"
I could no longer think of grandma's apple pie. My poor penis was so hard at the thought of what she was saying. The idea made some kind of sense to his hormone-controlled brain. They were friends. It would be better than cheating on Toni by hooking up with some girl at a party or something, right? And I could trust Layla not to tell her about it, like some dumb girl might do bragging at school. Before I could say no, her lips were touching mine.
My balls were so blue I couldn't resist. Her lips were so plump and perfect, her gloss tasted like strawberry. I moaned as she pressed her mouth on mine, her hand stroking my arm. I didn't even realize that I was putting my arm around her, my hand stroking her hair. She smelled so good! I opened my mouth, and felt her tongue slide inside, gently and passionately stroking my own. I moaned with desire as her hand slid off of my arm and onto his chest. She pushed me further by sliding her hand under his shirt.
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