Shared history

Kate smiled at this memory of how she had met her best friend in the world. It had been some crazy times with her... Checking the clock, she saw there was still some time left before she would arrive home. Without really meaning to, her thoughts drifted back to more memories of their shared shenanigans...

After their first encounters, Kate and Liz quickly realized, that, apart from sharing a very unique trait, they had a lot more things in common too. A similar sense of silly humor, as well as a tendency to the nerdy side of life among other things. They started to meet outside of school as well. On occasion at first, but quickly it became a rare day when the two of them did not see each other.

It did not take long before they finally had a class they shared as well. In history, they sat next to each other at the very back of the class. They had learned very much in that time. Not necessarily about history though. The two of them became more and more inseparable with each passing day.

Often, they would tell each other about the things that had driven them to become dangerously aroused, to the point of risking to show a bulge in public. Paradoxically, talking to Liz only ever made her urges worse. At first...

Kate distinctly remembered the first time when that was different. It had been a warm summer day, everyone walking around with much less clothes than usual, making everything so SO much worse. She had the feeling she would burst soon if she had to hold back her erection any longer. Normally, Liz and her would sneak off to a quiet place after class to remedy this problem. But today, Kate feared that this would be too late.

It was a sign of their friendship, that Liz seemed to understand what she needed without her having to ask. Still, she was more than surprised when she felt Liz slender hand sliding into her pants. It was a great effort to suppress the shriek her body wanted to let out in that moment.

While their old teacher rambled on about Some political entanglements during world war I, Kate clenched her fingers tight around the edge of the table, as Liz hands massaged her now solid cock and balls in turn over and over again. There she sat, a stupid absent grin on her face. Luckily noone paid her any attention that day. Everyone else was probably dozing off.

It was a wonderful handjob. Too wonderful, Kate realized with a shock after a while. Too wonderful, because it had done its job. She was about to cum. It would only be mere seconds. Maybe 10 if she tried hard enough. Panicked, she looked over at Liz and whispered, barely audible "Fuck.. I'm gonna cum!" At first, Liz simply smiled, taking it for a bit of secret dirty talk perhaps. But after one second, the consequences of what she just heard dawned on her face.

Without hesitation, Liz brushed her pen off the table and crawled under there to pick it up. Not a second too early, she peeled the tip of Kates futa cock out of her pants and let the sticky load shoot into her open mouth. Kate actually heard her swallow. This was the first time she had done that. The thought alone almost made her rock hard again. But for now, she was saved.

Saved, with no trace except a tiny speck of white on Liz lips, which she licked away with a grin when coming back up mere seconds later with the pen in her hand.