Hiding in the locker with Mimi

I always thought Laura was exaggerating when she complained about her hair-drier ride, but being in a similarly cramped situation, I have to admit that this is pretty uncomfortable. For the first time in my life, I wish I had a smaller ass. My butt cheeks kept rubbing on the cold door, giving me goosebumps that travel across my legs.

While my back turns cold, the front of my body feels like a slice of bread on a toaster. The uncaring metal walls keep pushing me into my warm cellmate.

Our legs are fighting for space, the little coat of red felt in my groin rubbing against Mimi’s shaven sex, despite my best efforts to keep them separated. Our chests are pushing each other as if trying to win the initial tackle in a game of football.

“Ow, your nipples are stabbing me…” Mimi said, her lips brushing mine as she spoke.

“Shhh.”

“And your pubic hair feels like sandpaper when you-“

“Shut up!”

“Hey, Lily, did you hear something?”

“Also, you are standing on my feet! Can you please-“

Damnit. I had to shut Mimi up, but my hands were pinned at my sides. There was only one way. Thank goodness this isn’t an official operation because there is no way the captain would approve of what I’m about to do.

“Hmm?” Mimi squelched in surprise, but she didn’t seem to mind that my lips were now keeping hers shut. Well, that tracks, I know they taste like strawberries and are juicy as a ripe orange to boot. If anything, she should be honored to be the second girl I ever kissed in my life.

Or so I thought. Mimi began to struggle and tried to open her mouth again. She even pinched my thighs and tried to step on me, but this wasn’t my first kinky rodeo. I leaned forward, it was time for my tongue to keep hers in a kn-

“My, my, Mimi, it seems like you do know how to make friends.”

“Huh, I thought you didn’t swing that way, Rebecca, but I guess college is for experimenting.”

Ah, so that’s why the little mouse was squirming. The locker was open. The two Judas were behind me, along with the rest of the anti-Mimi coalition. I tried to disentangle my steaming skin from Mimi’s, but Laura planted her foot on my behind to make sure I remained inside the locker.