Next day at school

Wendy stood by her locker, the metallic clang echoing through the bustling hallway as she exchanged books for her next class. The fluorescent lights hummed above, casting a stark contrast to the warm glow of the previous night. Students hurried past, their voices a distant murmur, until one voice cut through the noise. "Hey, Wen!" Jen called, her tone laced with a knowing glint. Wendy turned, her heart quickening as she met Jen's curious gaze. Jen leaned against the neighboring locker, her arms crossed, a sly smile playing on her lips. "So," Jen began, her voice low but teasing, "what happened last night with Joe?" Wendy felt a flush rise to her cheeks, her fingers fumbling with the combination lock as she avoided Jen's eyes. The hallway seemed to narrow, the sounds fading into the background as Jen's question hung in the air, waiting for an answer.

As Wendy fumbled with her locker, Jen's teasing gaze only intensified, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. The hallway buzzed around them, a cacophony of voices and shuffling footsteps that seemed to fade into the background as Jen's question hung in the air. Wendy's cheeks flushed deeper, and she glanced around nervously, ensuring no one was listening. With a quiet sigh, she grabbed her books and nodded towards the direction of their next class. "Let's walk," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the din. Jen grinned, falling into step beside her, and Wendy began, her words spilling out in a hushed rush. "We were just talking at first, but then... it got really intense," she admitted, her eyes darting to the floor. Jen's eyebrows rose, and she leaned in closer, her interest palpable. The fluorescent lights above flickered softly, casting a steady hum over their conversation as they navigated through the crowded hallway, their steps synchronized as they delved into the details of the night.

She told her all the details from last night from see Joe’s cock for the first time and it’s detail of it size 7” long and size of beer can. Wendy's voice dropped to a whisper as they turned a corner, the lockers blurring together as they walked. "So, we were making out I showed him my tits it was hot then we had to stop because It was late and had to be at home on time. Joe had drive me home and I felt guilty about making him horny so I slide over into the seat close to him and I unzipped his pants and pulled it out," she admitted, her cheeks burning. Jen's eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. "No way," she whispered back, her voice tinged with disbelief. Wendy nodded, her hands clutching her books tightly. "I couldn't believe it either. It was... huge," she said, her voice trembling slightly. Jen stopped in her tracks, grabbing Wendy's arm. "How big?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. Wendy hesitated, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "It was... it look to be seven inches long," she whispered, her face growing hotter. Jen's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "And... it was as thick as a beer can," Wendy added, her voice barely audible. Jen let out a low whistle, her mind clearly racing. "Wow," she breathed, her grip on Wendy's arm tightening. "What did you do?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. Wendy swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "I... I didn't know what to do at first," she admitted, her eyes darting around the hallway. "But then... I just went for it," and I started stroking his cock as he drove me home she said, her voice steady now. Jen's grin returned, wider than before. "You're such a badass," she said, her voice filled with admiration. Wendy chuckled nervously, shaking her head. "I guess I just got caught up in the moment," she said, her cheeks still flushed. They continued walking, their conversation hushed but intense, the details of the night spilling out.

Jen's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Well, did you get him off before you got home?" she asked, her curiosity almost palpable. Wendy's cheeks flushed deeper, but a small, confident smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, I did," she admitted, her voice steady now. "I watched him cum in my hands," she added, the words spilling out with a mix of embarrassment and pride. Jen's eyes widened in awe, her grip on Wendy's arm tightening. "No way, that's so hot!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. Wendy chuckled nervously, shaking her head, but a sense of empowerment lingered in her expression.

Jen's eyes widened further, her breath catching in her throat as Wendy's words hung in the air. The fluorescent lights above seemed to hum in sync with the pounding of Wendy's heart, the sound echoing the tension between them. Jen's grip on Wendy's arm tightened, her nails lightly digging into her friend's skin as she processed the revelation. "You actually tasted it?" Jen whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant chatter of the hallway. Wendy nodded, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and a lingering sense of boldness. She glanced around nervously, ensuring they were still out of earshot, before leaning in closer to Jen. "It was... different," Wendy admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "Not exactly what I expected, but..." She paused, her eyes locking onto Jen's, the unspoken words hanging between them like a challenge. The hallway seemed to shrink around them, the world narrowing to the space between the two friends as they shared the intimate secret.

Jen's eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and camaraderie as she leaned in closer to Wendy, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I've done that too," she admitted, a sly grin spreading across her face. Wendy's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing deeper as she processed the revelation. Jen's confession brought a sense of relief to Wendy, who felt a connection deepen between them. They continued walking, their steps synchronized as they delved into the details of their experiences, the atmosphere around them charged with a newfound level of trust and openness. Jen's confession hung in the air, creating a moment of mutual understanding between the two friends. Wendy's eyes, still wide with surprise, Wendy's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned in closer to Jen, her voice barely above a whisper. "When was the first time you tasted cum?" she asked, her cheeks flushing slightly at the boldness of her question. Jen's lips parted, and she glanced around the room as if searching for an escape route, but her gaze eventually settled back on Wendy. She took a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling with the effort. "It was... um... when I gave Craig a blow job," Jen admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "He came in my mouth." The words hung in the air, heavy with awkwardness. Wendy's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and she reached out to place a reassuring hand on Jen's arm. "How did it feel?" she pressed on, her curiosity getting the better of her. Jen hesitated, her eyes darting around the room again before she leaned in closer. "It was... different," she whispered.

She wanted to ask Jen more, to delve deeper into her friend's story, but before she could speak, the sound of approaching footsteps broke the spell. They quickly straightened up, smoothing their expressions as a group of students walked by, casting curious glances their way. Once the coast was clear, Jen leaned in again, her voice barely above a whisper. "We should talk more about this later," she said, her eyes locked on Wendy's. "But for now..." she trailed off, glancing at her watch. "We're going to be late for class," she reminded Wendy, her tone laced with ****. Wendy nodded in agreement, her mind still reeling from their conversation. As they began to walk again, the tension between them was palpable, the unspoken words hanging in the air like a promise of more to come.