Stuck in the Middle with You: Part 3

Chapter 7

Once Kim got going on cocksucking, she didn't want to stop. But it was a good thing they were too busy sucking and licking to talk because, with only about fifteen minutes left in the lunch period, they all heard the sound of the door to the outer supply room open.

They instantly froze in place. Kim had her hand wrapped around Alan's rod at that very moment, drooling a string of his cum from her lips. Katherine still had her nose in Kim's cunt.

But as quietly as they could, they began to wipe themselves with some moist towelettes Alan had so thoughtfully provided, pulling their clothes back up or down as needed. Covering up only took a few seconds, but the smell of sex was still there and bodily fluids were leaking all over the place.

However, Alan realized the gig was up, because they had left the light on in their little closet.

They all listened as they heard the person in the other room finally begin to move.

Alan realized, It sounds like a person is walking right towards the closet we're in!

He zipped up his shorts and quickly said out loud, "Hello. Someone out there?" and grabbed the first supplies he could lay his eyes on. Even though his dick was still soaked with Kim's saliva, it was wilting in record time due to his fear of getting caught.

Acting preemptively, he opened the door a bit and slid out through the crack. He hoped to deny whoever it was a glimpse inside the closet by getting in the way first. He leaned back against the door and doorknob to further prevent anyone from being able to open it, while looking to see who had discovered them. He was ready to fight to keep the closet door closed, if need be, since it was his sister that was in there.

"Alan?! What are you doing here?" said a very shocked voice. It was Mr. Jackson, Alan's art teacher.

Thank God! thought Alan. He was on good terms with the man, who was near retirement age. "Mr. Jackson! You surprised me!"

"YOU surprised ME! Alan? I said, boy, what are you doing in here?"

"Um, Ms ... uh, Rhymer, asked me to get her some supplies. So I was just getting it. Um, them." He held up what was in his hand to show Mr. Jackson, and saw for the first time that he was holding a bottle of Windex. That works, pretty much, he thought. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"Hmmm." said Mr. Jackson. "I was just getting some supplies myself," said the teacher warily. He clearly was very suspicious of Alan's explanation. He stared at Alan's hair, which was more unkempt than usual.

Worse, Mr. Jackson was sniffing. Alan realized that, given the seeming gallons of cum they'd all just released, Mr. Jackson could not fail to smell the potent aroma of sex in the outer storage room (and it was far worse in the inner storage closet). They hadn't intended to use the chemicals he'd brought to cover up the smell until they were leaving. Plus, Alan realized he himself probably looked all flushed and disheveled. Shit. Busted!

Alan looked like he wouldn't let the door open for anything. He figured that since he was already busted, perhaps he could somehow save the other two from getting caught. It was a **** plan, but he was grasping at straws.

Mr. Jackson looked around the outer supply room, found what he sought, and picked it up. "Here it is," he said. He looked back at Alan. "You sure Ms. Rhymer gave you permission to be here? I thought students weren't allowed in here."

"Of course she did." Alan **** a fake smile.

"Well ... I guess I'll be going, then. Aren't you leaving, too?"

"Um, I just spilled something in there when I heard you come in. You surprised me. I'll have to go back and clean it up."

"I'll bet you did," said Mr. Jackson with a smirk. "By the way, Alan, how are things going with the ladies? Do you have a girlfriend these days?"

"Uhhh ... They're going very well. Um ... Yes I do. Kim. You know, one of the cheerleaders."

"She's very pretty. You're a lucky man. I wish I was your age." Mr. Jackson began to walk back towards the hallway. Just as he reached the outer door, he turned to Alan and said, "If you see her, say hello for me." He gave Alan a wink.

He totally knows I was in there with a woman, and doesn't mind! Alan realized. Thank fucking Jesus he thinks it's just Kim!

After a knowing pause, the teacher continued, "However, in the future, make absolutely sure you have permission before you enter a room like this. You wouldn't want to do anything foolhardy and tarnish your sterling reputation."

"No, sir. Of course not, sir!"

"I suggest you leave immediately. See you later, then." Mr. Jackson closed the door.

Alan immediately went back into the closet where Kim and Katherine were hiding and put a finger over his mouth to indicate they should remain quiet. He was extremely wary now and figured they wouldn't be completely safe until they were all far from the room.

But the two had heard his conversation very clearly and were elated at not getting caught. Silently, they all gave each other high fives.

Finally, Alan whispered to them incredibly quietly, even though he thought it almost impossible to eavesdrop on this room from the hallway when both doors were closed. He was all business. "That was too close! Mr. Jackson figured I was in here with just Kim. He even winked at me! Talk about luck. We have to get out of here, and now! First, let's spray the air to get rid of the smell of sex, which he couldn't miss by the way. Then I'll leave first, and check if the coast is clear. If it is, I'll bump against the door, and then you, Kim, can come out next. He may even be out in the hallway to see who else comes out! If it's all clear still, then Katherine you come out like five minutes later. Stay in here with the lights off until then. Kim and I will linger by the door. We'll thump against the door again to let you know it's okay. Agreed?"

The other two nodded.

He added, "And no way in hell am I using this closet again! Mr. Jackson will probably spread this around as gossip. I can just hear him now saying to the other teachers: 'You wouldn't believe who I saw in the supply closet with a girlfriend. Honor student Alan with a cheerleader!'"

"He wouldn't dare!" gasped Katherine.

"How do we know that?" Alan asked. "I'm not even going to think about what would have happened if I hadn't acted fast and prevented him from opening the door. He would have had a heart attack seeing you in here, Katherine, even with all your clothes on. And word would have gotten to Mom, I'm sure, even if nothing could really be proven. No more closet fun. No way! We have to play it safe. Now, let's get out of here!"

His plan of escape worked like a charm. The second-floor hallway was completely empty, as it almost always was midway through lunch. They all made it out and away with ten minutes to spare, which turned out to be a very good thing.

The elderly Mr. Jackson went to look for Ms. Rhymer, and eventually found her in the corridor, headed towards the teacher's lounge to eat her lunch.

"Ms. Rhymer! You're just the person I'm looking for," he said as he walked up to her.

She spiraled around to face him.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight of such an attractive woman.

She wore an elegant formal outfit that somehow greatly accented her breasts even as it mostly covered them.

He asked, "You didn't happen to ask your student Alan Plummer to get you some Windex from the supply room, did you?"

"No. Whatever are you talking about?"

"I thought not. I was almost sure of it. Did you lend him your key to that room?"

She began to realize that Alan might be in some kind of trouble. It occurred to her that she should try to cover for him. "Yes, I did," she lied.

Mr. Jackson nodded, then said, "I hate to say this - do you promise to keep this under your hat?"

Ms. Rhymer nodded.

"He used your key to sneak into the supply room. I just caught him in the back closet there, while I was getting some supplies. He was there with a girlfriend. I didn't actually see her, but I'm sure of it. And they were having sex! The smell was overwhelming. I let him off the hook, 'cos boys will be boys, and it was Alan, after all. I'm sure he was well-meaning, and we don't want a blemish on his record, which would hurt his chance of getting into a top college. Frankly, I can't tell you how surprised I was about that, to find HIM there, of all people! But we can't allow this to continue and have that turn into a little orgy room back there. I'm sure you agree."

"Of course!" Ms. Rhymer was shocked, but also not too surprised. So he really is turning into some kind of sexual ... He's sexually insatiable, that's what he is! Alan, of all people! Apparently even the bombshell Suzanne Pestridge isn't enough for him, and he's got a girl at school helping out with his "problem" too!

She found herself both jealous of the girl, whoever she was, and hot at the possibilities this situation implied. Maybe he and I could make use of that little 'orgy room' one day, she thought wickedly.

To Mr. Jackson, she said indignantly, "I'll take care of it right away, and get the key back." She realized that the only time he'd borrowed the key had been the prior Friday. Did he secretly make a copy? Goody-two-shoes Alan?

Covering for him, she said, "Of course we'll all have to be more careful with this kind of thing in the future. And you did the right thing in not punishing him. Kids at that age are just discovering sex, and they do stupid things. There's no need to ruin his stellar record for ... some overactive hormones."

"That's what I figured," Mr. Jackson said.

By this time they'd reached the teacher's lounge, where she often went to eat lunch. She grabbed her chicken, cheese focaccia, and an orange from the refrigerator and tried to act nonchalant. "Since I know him well, I'll have a talk with him, and strongly hint that he needs to be more careful. And I'll give him an earful about the keys. I hope the girl is careful too. Do you know who it is?"

"He all but admitted to me he was in there with his girlfriend Kim, whom you probably know as one of the varsity cheerleaders. You know, the short, young one."

"Ah, yes." Ms. Rhymer was jealous that Alan was with someone so good looking. Very jealous. Strangely, she was more bothered by finding out he'd been with Kim than even his graphic descriptions of what he'd been doing with Suzanne Pestridge. Kim, eh? Fucking cheerleader slut thinks she can steal him away from me! And Alan? This is the guy I've been risking my job over, the guy I've been masturbating in class about? So he thinks he can go and sleep with some slut right under my nose?! I'll show him!

But to Mr. Jackson she was cool and collected. "Ah well, hopefully by the time I'm done straightening him out, he'll catch my drift and warn Kim to be more careful as well."

The two of them continued to talk about Alan and how he now seemed "all grown up," while Ms. Rhymer ate.

She freed herself from the conversation as soon as she was able and quickly made her way to the supply room. She opened the back closet and, to her disappointment, found it completely empty. Nothing was out of order, except for an unusually strong smell of chemicals.

He's a clever young man, she thought. I'll give him that. And he's lucky that ol' softy Mr. Jackson was the one who found him.

I wonder if he really has developed some kind of compulsion to have orgasms at regular intervals at least six times a day. That would explain this. How many kids dare to have sex at school? Virtually none. If I would have let him masturbate in my classroom today, this never would have happened. But it's not my fault. He needs to control his hormones. Nobody needs to cum THAT bad!

Chapter 8

Suzanne came over to do her morning exercises with Susan, as usual. As promised, it was an hour since she'd last left.

So far, Susan and Suzanne hadn't talked about the thrilling events of yesterday afternoon, when Susan spied on Alan masturbating on the sun deck while he talked on the phone to Suzanne. So Susan had a lot to say about that.

As soon as Suzanne found Susan in the kitchen, Susan rushed to her and gave her a big hug, followed by a couple of pecks on her cheeks. "Suzanne! I'm so glad to see you. You're the best friend anyone could ever have!"

Suzanne grinned. "What did I do now?" She teased, "Sounds like you're buttering me up for a favor."

"Far from it. I just couldn't wait to say 'thank you' for what you did for me yesterday, when you caught me spying on my son. I thought I was absolutely going to die of shame! Just DIE! I was in the wrong, so very, very wrong, and yet you took the fall for me and put all the blame on yourself. You saved me from complete and utter humiliation. I'm forever in your debt!"

With the hug over, Suzanne went to the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of chilled water. "Don't worry about it. It's what friends do."

Susan said, "Not really. Not many friends would do that."

Suzanne turned to Susan and said, "Well, we're not just friends. Not even best friends. What we have is something extra special, don't you think? I've got your back and you've got mine." She was surprised she said all that, because she was usually **** to talk about this kind of "mushy stuff," but she felt so strongly about it that it just came pouring out of her.

Susan rushed to Suzanne again and enveloped her with an even tighter and more heartfelt hug. "We do! We do! Suzanne, I have to admit, you're more of a sister to me than even my real sisters, and that's saying a lot because I'm pretty close to most of them. What would I do without you? I can't even imagine!"

Suzanne smiled from ear to ear, but at the same time she broke the hug and turned away to finish drinking her water, because she couldn't cope with the "mushy" overload. "Like I said, don't worry about it. No big deal. You would have done the same for me, I'm sure."

Susan replied, "I would have, except I probably wouldn't have thought about that switcheroo idea. You're so clever. Whereas look at me. I'm hitting a new low, spying on my own son while he did ... what he did!" She looked to the floor in embarrassment.

Suzanne turned back to her friend to reassure her. "What are you talking about? You shouldn't feel bad about that. That was the best thing you did all day! Remember how I told you that you should watch and learn? I sincerely meant that, and I still do. We should set up some situations just so you can watch."

Susan waved her hands frantically, and her pulse quickened. "No! Please no! Not that!"

"Why not? You're going to be doing a lot more than just helping your Tiger with his abnormality checks once a week, I'm sure of that. If you're going to be one of his personal sluts, you need to know and understand Alan's penis even better than your own hands."

Susan huffed with frustration. "Suzanne, I love you so much that even 'best friend' falls far short, but sometimes you drive me crazy! Would you please stop talking about this 'personal slut' business? I said that once, just kind of as an accident."

Suzanne just shrugged noncommittally. She knew that Susan wasn't highly aroused at the moment, so she didn't want to push the issue. But at the same time, she didn't want to make any promises, because she knew she'd be teasing her with the "personal slut" lingo in other situations when Susan was all hot and bothered. "Sorry. I just call them as I see 'em. You know I'm a straight shooter."

Susan was going to reply to that, but this talk about honesty reminded her of something else. "You are very honest. That's one reason why I trust you so much. But yesterday you did lie at one point, and I've been meaning to ask you about it."

"What's that? I don't remember lying."

"It was during the poker game with Brenda. Remember when Tiger came home from school and was introduced to her? You mentioned to her that he was dating lots of different women at once, so much so that he practically had his own harem! We both know that's untrue. Yes, he's been getting a lot of special help from you lately, but that doesn't really count. And technically, he has yet to really go on his first date!"

"He's gone on a practice date with Christine," Suzanne pointed out.

"True, but that's just a practice date, not a real date. Besides, one practice date in the last few days is a far, far cry from the unstoppable Don Juan you painted him as."

Suzanne said, "You got me. I did lie, but it was a white lie. He's not an 'unstoppable Lothario' yet, but he's well on his way due to some unexpected natural talents and endowments, and with my help he's going to be a total lady killer before long. If you think he's a well-hung stud muffin today, just wait and see what he'll be like when he reaches his full potential!"

Susan's eyes went wide and her heart skipped a beat. Oh my! Oh my! I'm having a hard enough time resisting him as it is. If he gets any sexier, what am I going to do?! I could end up spending hours and hours on my knees, slobbering all over his thick meat!

Even though Susan was unaroused at the moment, that was far from an unappealing proposition for her.

Suzanne went on, "I want us to be able to talk freely with Brenda about all kinds of things. Obviously, we can't tell her about the six-times-a-day diagnosis and what's followed from that. But, since we're going to be playing cards with her every week, and we're likely to become good friends by and by, wouldn't it be nice if you'd be able to make some comment or joke about how big Sweetie's cock is, or how it stays erect practically all the time?"

"Of course," Susan replied, "I'm not much of a joker, as you know, but it would be nice to not have to worry about something like that slipping out while she's there, especially since I'm thinking about those things so much."

Suzanne said, "So that's why I told that lie, to give us cover down the line. He IS turning into an 'unstoppable Lothario' with my help, so it's better if she just treats that as a given from the get-go, so we don't have to explain his recent remarkable transformation."

Susan nodded. "I see. You know I don't approve of lying. The Bible is very clear about that. But I suppose it's less objectionable in this instance."

Suzanne asked, "By the way, what do you think of Brenda? Isn't she nice? I figure we have a lot in common, due to our similar physiques and backgrounds."

Susan felt a flash of jealousy, because she envisioned Brenda standing naked in front of Alan, licking her lips at him and beckoning him to her humongous breasts with a finger. But she tried not to act affected, and said, "She is nice. I've known her as an acquaintance for a while, but now it looks like we're on our way to becoming friends, so that's nice too." However, she couldn't completely hide her jealousy, and she added with a brief scowl, "But if you ask me, she's a little TOO curvy, if you know what I mean."

Suzanne chuckled. "Susan, Susan, Susan, don't get envious like that. It doesn't become you. Think about all those poor women who don't have your looks and your curves. But that's a big reason why I picked her out for these card games. I figure the three of us are all on a similar beauty level, as well as bust level, so those things kind of become a non-issue between us. And it matters. You can't tell me that you haven't had a lot of potential female friendships flounder due to them feeling intimidated by your looks. I know it's happened to me. Constantly!"

Susan nodded. "Yeah, I suppose that's true. And you're right, some perspective is called for here." She thought, I want Tiger to love my big tits the most! Even more than Suzanne's, and definitely more than Brenda's. That means a lot to me. But she's right; those are not Christian thoughts. Envy is a sin.

After some more small talk, the two of them finally went down to the basement to exercise.

Suzanne considered being more honest with Susan. But while she hated to lie to her best friend, she decided Susan's sexual attitudes hadn't evolved enough yet to be able to properly handle the news that the main reason Suzanne was hyping Alan to Brenda was her hope that she and Brenda could eventually become sexually intimate. She figured the truth would come out by and by, when the time was ripe.

Chapter 9

Alan had a very ordinary final class period: he played tennis during P.E. He wished he could see the cheerleader practice, to see what might happen to Katherine with her painted-on panties, but unlike the football players with their distant view of cheerleader practice, the tennis players played in a different part of the school.

He wouldn't have been able to see much, even if he'd been able to watch. Cheerleader practice started much like the first time Katherine had been caught.

Heather, now that the unexplained ban on her toying with Katherine was over, eagerly began the practice with high leg stretches. She immediately walked over to Katherine and began to finger her naked pussy while one of Katherine's feet was stretched up to her head. Her other fingers slid around the outside of that pussy and she detected with delight that Katherine's pussy was completely bare.

But today she didn't want to waste any time. She liked sex with men more than with women, but she just plain loved sex and she certainly wasn't averse to playing with a little pussy. She'd chosen the other cheerleaders largely on the basis of her attraction to them, and she had long-range goals of eventually having sex with all of them. The panties painting had given her the foot in the door she needed to start her seduction of the whole squad.

As the week went on she had grown increasingly aroused by the thought of what she would do with Katherine when she had the chance. She had resolved that she would throw caution to the wind and have Katherine all for her own on Thursday.

"Katherine, it seems like your muscles are tight. Just like last Friday. But today they're even worse. I'm afraid it seems like you've pulled a muscle. Why didn't you say anything?" Meanwhile, Heather's fingers kept working on Katherine's cunt.

"Uh, really, it's nothing," said a very red-faced Katherine. At the best of times Katherine was afraid of Heather. The head cheerleader dominated everyone through sheer **** of will. But on an occasion like this, Katherine was completely petrified.

Heather looked like a lioness about to strike its helpless prey. Her steely, dark blue eyes practically assaulted Katherine with the intensity of her gaze.

Katherine meekly turned away.

Like a predator, Heather picked up on such signs of weakness. She flashed a nasty smile.

Meanwhile, Katherine wondered, How is it that no one is noticing what Heather's doing? She was actually fairly surprised that she and Kim had made it through the last three days of practice without anyone noticing either of their bare pussies, especially now that their labia could actually be seen. Luckily, the shaving really had made a big difference in helping them keep the secret. Actually, given that Kim and Heather were in on the secret, and Amy was a non-threatening friend, that only left the two other cheerleaders, Janice and Joy, who needed to remain unaware.

Heather walked over to Janice, the cheerleader with the short red hair, and said: "I'm afraid I'm going to have to take Katherine back to the lockers to see if I can't apply some cream or something to get rid of her cramp. Can you take over here? It might take a while, so don't wait for us."

Janice was happy to take over.

Soon Heather and Katherine were across the field and at the door to the girl's locker room. As they arrived, Heather said out of the corner of her mouth, "I don't know why, but Kim said it was very important for me to wait until today before we could play. But today is MY day. As soon as we get through this door, you'd better be ready to fuck my brains out or else. I even brought a big dildo, and you're going to use it."

At that, they walked through the door, and Heather's hands were all over Katherine's butt and pussy like Heather couldn't wait another second, which she couldn't.

"Wait!" cried Katherine. She was deathly afraid of getting caught, especially since she had almost been caught with Alan and Kim little more than an hour earlier.

"This is reckless!" Katherine moaned, turning her head as Heather leaned in to kiss her. "Let's at least take a look around."

Heather calmed down enough to see the sense in that, so they quickly poked their heads all around the aisles of the locker room to make sure no one else was there. It was completely empty, as it almost always was during class, unless someone was very late or there was some medical emergency like Katherine's supposedly pulled muscle.

"This is crazy." Katherine said. "Even the coaches come in here sometimes." But she knew there was no way to stop Heather once she wanted something, so instead she suggested, "Here, let's do it in the shower. That'll give us the most warning if anyone comes in."

The two kissed each other passionately. Heather grew less aggressive and more tender as the kiss progressed. Katherine also found herself calming down. Despite her worries and her strong dislike of Heather, she couldn't help but get aroused. Thoughts of soon having sex with her brother had kept her on edge all day and now Heather was reaping the benefit.

Then they both began to throw off their clothes.

Once they were both naked, Katherine took a good look at Heather and said, "Damn, woman, talk about an all-over tan! What's your secret?"

"Mmmm. Thanks. Talk later," Heather replied hastily as she moved in for another kiss. "Mostly sunbathing naked in the backyard a lot."

Katherine turned on two showerheads. "If anyone comes in, we're just taking our showers, right?"

"Right," said Heather. "You're smart. I like that. But you can't take off your panties, 'cos they're painted on! How delicious!"

The two moved in for another kiss and began to wildly grope each other's bodies.

Heather grabbed a nearby bar of soap and said, "As long as we're pretending it's a shower, let's make it authentic!" She rubbed soap all over Katherine.

Soon both of them were covered in sudsy bubbles. The slick soapiness turned them both on all the more, leading to more hands exploring everywhere.

Within minutes they were down on the floor in a sixty-nine position. Each stuck her tongue in the other's pussy and attacked her clit.

Aside from the cunt-licking that Heather had **** on her the other day, Katherine had never done anything with other women more serious than licking and fingering Kim a bit, and checking Amy for 'bumps', but she took to the new position like a fish to water.

Heather didn't even realize that Katherine was completely winging it and assumed that Katherine had been secretly and actively bisexual for some time.

Katherine just tried to imitate what Heather was doing to her. She could tell from Heather's mews and moans when she was doing something right.

They kept going like that for a while, until they both started to orgasm. It seemed the shuddering and climaxing would never end. Had someone walked in then, neither girl would have noticed or cared. Actually, it was fair odds that someone could come in at any time. If someone did, though, the two girls would be okay as long as they could stand up in time to make it look like they were showering. But the danger of being caught only made them that much more aroused.

Finally, both were too tired and breathless to go on, so they took a break. They sat underneath the water as it poured from the showers and regained their strength.

"Are you keeping track of time?" Katherine asked. She lazily ran her hands over Heather's slick, bronzed skin. She added with a smile, "I guess being **** to have sex with you isn't such a bad thing, after all."

Heather replied, "We've got lots of time ... By the way, for such a stuck-up prude, you can lick and finger pretty well. You seem to have some experience with women. I had you figured all wrong. And such enthusiasm! I was rather looking forward to really forcing you, but this is just as much fun, if not better."

"Well, you're nice!" replied Katherine sarcastically. "My only experience with this is with Kim in the last week, thanks to the way you **** us together. And you, for such a stuck-up bitch, I have to admit you're pretty hot."

Heather let the "stuck-up bitch" comment slide, since they were so intimate at the moment and she got called that all the time (though few dared to say it to her face).

Katherine went on, "And you're not too shy with women either. To think you've been watching us cheerleaders practice every day - I can only wonder what you've been thinking. Whatever would your boyfriend, the star quarterback, have to say?"

"He'd get all hot and bothered if he could see us." She began to caress Katherine's glistening wet shoulders and boobs as if to emphasize the point. She started to lather her again since the soap had mostly washed away. "But that prick isn't going to get so lucky. I just do him for the status. I've got a few other pricks on the side who are much more filling and tasty. And then there's Simone and a couple other girlfriends. I'm a busy girl."

They began to kiss, lick, and finger each other all over again. Their hands slipped and slid all over their bodies.

Heather generally took the lead, since she was much more experienced in Sapphic lovemaking.

Katherine leaned against the wall of the shower while Heather got on her knees and ate her out as the water cascaded over them both.

"Wait," said Heather suddenly. "I almost forgot!" She got up and ran to her locker, dripping water all the way. She came back with a black dildo that wasn't too thick, but was nearly a foot long. It was handheld and not of the strap-on type. "Mr. Excitement!" she said. "It's even got batteries." She turned it on and it began to shake and rotate.

She walked towards Katherine with it. "Are you ready for this throbbing monster?"

"Wait!" said Katherine. "I'm still a virgin! I don't want my first time to be with Mr. Excitement!"

"I don't feel a hymen," Heather said skeptically as she probed deep inside Katherine's slit with her fingers.

"I am! You know how prudish I was before last week. But now I'm getting all slutty, and I don't think I'll be one for much longer. Next time we do it, I'll be happy to feel Mr. Excitement, but for now let me do it to you. Please?"

Heather could hardly object to that. "Get me off!" she cried. She turned off the water, leaned against the wall, and thrust her ass out.

Katherine held Mr. Excitement in her hand, but she hesitated, happy just to soak in the view.

Katherine was staggered by Heather's beauty. The head cheerleader's perfect butt was raised high in the air, and lifted higher and higher as Heather wriggled in anticipation for the dildo to come. A deep tan covered every inch of Heather's privates, which made her blonde bush stand out in contrast all the more.

As if that wasn't enticing enough, Katherine loved the way the water from the recently turned-off shower continued to roll down Heather's skin. Mesmerized, she watched the water roll down Heather's back, ass and legs, falling to the floor.

"What's taking you so long?" Heather asked, a little bit irked.

"Just admiring the view. Sorry ... And I can't believe this is happening right here in the locker room."

Katherine snapped out of her reverie and slowly pushed Mr. Excitement in all the way. Even with Heather's experience, the vibrator was still fairly large, making it a tight fit. Then she stuck a finger in Heather's anus and began to finger her there, even as she reached around and began to grope Heather's dangling boobs and pinch her nipples.

From the surprised and happy sounds Heather made, it seemed the anal finger was a new experience even for the very sexually experienced head cheerleader.

The two went on like that for some time, until both of them were nearly completely dry from their showers. They could have kept it up for much longer, but their fun came to a sudden halt when they heard the door leading from outside to the girl's locker room open.

They both froze. It took a few seconds for someone to walk farther into the locker room before they could turn and walk down a hallway to the showers, but that's exactly what they heard someone doing.

The main problem was that Mr. Excitement was impaled deep in Heather's cunt. Katherine thought, Shit! Caught again! Twice in one day.