Bonnie and Susie become better friends

I'll skip over the details of what happened next, since you probably don't want to know about them.

You don't need to hear about how Bonnie and Susie were obliged to indulge in long, slow sensuous bouts of foreplay, kissing and touching and stroking, Susie's tongue describing circles around Bonnie's strawberry-pink nipples until they grew stiff and hard in the night air, while the whole town of Pinkwhistle cheered them on.

And you certainly don't need to hear about how, after an agonisingly slow buildup that left both girls squirming with forbidden desire, panting in shameful heat as the flames of long-concealed lust sprang to life beneath their skin, Bonnie took Susie by the pigtails and **** her head down between the tomboy's legs, where she nuzzled faithfully through the tuft of ginger hair between Bonnie's thighs and into the soaking-wet folds of her feminine secrets.

Nor are you likely to be interested in the way Bonnie returned the favour, lapping away at Susie's sensitive little clit as she mewed with repressed delight, the pair falling naturally into full 69 position as the whole school cheered them on, until the first of half a dozen crashing, shuddering orgasms ripped through both their bodies at exactly the same time. Or the long, sticky aftermath, as they lay amid the sheets, exhausted and nude, knowing all eyes were fixed on them but unable to gather the strength to move.

So instead I'll skip to the part where Susie and Bonnie finally haul themselves up, drag themselves to the edge of the stage, slip down into the crowd and vanish into the depths of the carnival, the two girls still both stark naked and by no means done for the night.

And I won't even mention the next part of the show, where the entire cheerleading squad is ambushed by the volleyball team, dragged up on stage and very publicly deprived of their undergarments. Nor will I tell you how Anne-Marie and Monique react when the goth girls bring out the strap-ons.