Angie

The doorknob wriggles.

"The door's locked, dummy!" says a female voice.

Sarah recognizes the voice and drops her blanket and leaps out of bed to open the door. Sarah flicks the latch and turns the knob to let her visitor in.

"Why was..." the redhead starts as Sarah pulls opens the door. The girl at the door is wearing a lightweight trench coat which she has tightly wrapped around her voluptuous frame.

Sarah firmly but gently places one of her index finger against Angie's bee-stung lips, hushing her. She shows her the cellular phone in her other hand, her fingers clenched over the speaker. "It's Mr. John!"

Angie quickly enters the room and shuts the door behind her. She then latches it smoothly, knowing from experience how to lock Sarah's bedroom door.

"Guess what, Mr. John, Angie just dropped by!" Sarah giggles into the phone. "What a coincidence!" she laughs, plopping down on the edge of her bed. Sarah winces. She forgot about the vibrator. It just pushed further into her bowels.

"Good evening, Mr.John," Angie drawls from two feet in front of Sarah, undoing the belt to her coat and slipping it off her shoulders. It fell to the floor.

Sarah eyes her classmate and licks her lips. Underneath the coat, her alabaster body is gloriously nude, except for some wispy lingerie across her chest and hips.

"Would you believe?" Sarah asks him, pausing for effect, "she walked to my house with nothing but a little lacy two-piece nightie under her thin jacket?" Sarah smiled, hearing nothing but stunned silence.

She continues, "Angie is standing in front of me right now. The scarlet lace does nothing to hide her big wide nipples. Or her pussy lips. They get so pink and engorged when she's horny. And she must be dripping now by the looks of 'em. God! Now she's even feeling her breasts, right in front of me! One hand's under that little spaghetti strap crop top, fondling that double D and flicking her nipple. The other is already in her lacy hot pants, and she just got here!"

"Sarah, please, I'm rubbed raw here!" gasps the man.

"I better show her what you made me do to her vibrator," She tells him.

The naughty schoolgirl places the phone by the bed edge and turns to crawl on the bedspread on her hands and knees, away from Angie.

Angie eyes the chrome tube barely showing from the girl's ass hole. "You are a bad man, Mr. John!" she scolds toward the phone.

"And you aren't much better!" the redhead playfully yells to Sarah. " You knew this was our sleep-over night and you were playing with this nasty old man!" She punctuates her sentence with an audible smack to the brunettes's up thrust round ass cheeks. She smacks it twice more.

"Fuck, Angie, don't be like that!" Sarah yells back, a smile to the little actress. "Just take it out!"

"Oh, I'll take it out alright!" Angie says, her fingertips pulling on the dildo until she got enough for a fistful. "And then I'll put it in, and then out, and then in.." she singsongs as she pummels Sarah's little hole, yanking on her clit with the fingers from her other hand as she thumbs between her cuntlips as well.

Sarah mewls in a quivering, climaxed heap as Angie picks up the phone. "I believe you've helped enough for one evening, sir. It's time for some peer counseling now," she purrs. "Sleep on it!" she giggles as she hangs up.