Friends are ever foes

“Stacy are you actually NUTS?!”

They were back on the bus again, this time travelling back out into the wide swathe of fields and farmsteads that surrounded their hometown. There were a lot more people sharing this trip with them, though they had managed to secure the relative privacy of the back seat. Mark was really struggling to keep his voice down.

“I don’t mean in a good way, either. I mean, like, have you actually just stopped giving any kind of a shit at all?!”

Stacy was NOT quite certain of the right answers to these questions. Not since looking back over the day’s events after the haze of buzzing thrills had ascended. She couldn’t quite believe what she had done either. Though she could still taste the living truth of it in the back of her throat. Had she really just lost track of when to say no to the dangerous little voices in the back of her head? The ones that just constantly urged: Go on, jump. Do it. See what happens. See what it feels like. She honestly had no clue whether she had thought any of this through… but she wasn’t going to let Mark, of all people, berate her over it.

“Oh yes because you can really talk, Mr. ‘I’ll worry about if she’s still breathing afterwards!’”

That shut him up… Even angry at him she could tell that it was worry over her and over his own actions that was really driving this outburst. He had lost control as well, and was kicking himself for it. She wanted to tell him it was alright, she hadn’t minded at all. But she wasn’t going to when he was being such an ass about it. “We were never in any danger or anything! He was just a little old hobo… whose he going to tell? What are the chances we ever see him again, or he even remembers our faces? Fuck, what are the chances he’s even still alive next year, the poor sod? I felt sorry for him alright! I thought it might cheer him up!”

Mark looked at her, utterly flabbergasted. “And that’s your idea of charity work is it?! Doing…” He remembered where he was just in the nick of time, lowering his voice once again. “Doing that?!”

“Why not? You heard him at the end… he loved it! Like I said, I’d worked out there wasn’t really any harm in it, then just went for it! At any point you could have said no. I didn’t hear any complaints at all once I got going!”

Mark came up short with responses to that one, he looked toward Peter with exasperation in his eyes, always a sign that he’d just lost the argument. Their other friend just sighed and shrugged… she had a point. He didn’t get involved in the neverending wars between those two. They happened far too often, with or without valid reasons. Stacy did wonder what he thought about all this though, she’d have to message him later. In the meantime Mark just settled down into a moody sulk… She entertained herself by occasionally flashing her bare pussy at him. He curled his face into a snarl, but never looked away.

When arrived back where they started the great moper just loped off back home, his house being practically next to the bus stop after all. Stacy said she needed to stop off back at the meadow on the way home, to pick up her panties. Peter agreed to provide escort.

While they were there she let the boy slide himself between her tits once more, dropping down on her knees before him for the second time that day. She could even catch the tip in her mouth while he pushed up through the valley she made for him. There was also an attempt made to swallow him a bit deeper, like she had managed with Mark in the heat of the moment. It did not end in any great success though... The boy was just far too well armed. That would require some invested training. The girl requested he only cum across her tits this time too: she was feeling a little full of semen by now and nauseous from self-inflicted gagging. Then the pair of them went their separate ways, heading home to have a good long wash and scramble through any homework they’d forgotten was due tomorrow.