The star of the girls basketball team

You turn and see Hilda, the Swedish exchange student. She was recruited onto the basketball team as soon as she arrived because she's 6 feet tall and super athletic. When she joined, attendance at the girls games tripled, mainly because she's not just blonde and pretty, but she also has breasts as big as she is tall. Not as big as Miranda's G-cups, but still pretty sizable and the guys love watching them bounce as she runs down the court. Right now she's wearing a t-shirt that barely stretches over her chest and a black skirt that matches the one Miranda is wearing. Hilda rushes past you carrying a chair.

"I found an extra seat!" The luscious Swede slides the chair into the full table next to Miranda's.

"Good," says Miranda. "I couldn't stand you not being able to sit with me."

The two girls smile at each other as Hilda sits down. They lean towards each other and kiss. It starts out as a quick hello kiss, but they instantly lose interest in breaking apart. Miranda reaches up and strokes Hilda's long, blonde hair. Hilda opens her mouth and glimpses of tongue appear as the two girls heat up the lunch room.

The guys at the table watch intently, but not with the open mouthed shock that you feel. They're acting like this happens all the time. The girls at the table snicker at the boys or roll their eyes, but they also act like this is nothing new.

Suddenly you remember that Miranda was always eager to go to the basketball games, too. She'd talk for a long time afterward about how great Hilda was. Even before Hilda transferred here Miranda had always been strangely eager to talk about girls with you. Is this why the two of you never got together? Did she always prefer girls before your wishes **** every girl in the world to crave cock all the time?

"Hey! No PDA in the lunch room!"

You turn and see that the yell came from Mr. Barstow, the psychology teacher. He's a nice guy, but not nice enough to ignore the rules.

Mr. Barstow walks towards the girls, yelling for them to stop. They ignore him and continue kissing. When he gets close he says, "Don't make me pull you two apa-"

Miranda waves at the teacher and he disappears. You look around and see him standing where he was a minute ago, except now he glances up, notices the girls, and walks away. Then you notice Ms. Love walk by, glancing at the table just long enough to smile at the girls before she moves on.

Looking back at the table, you see Miranda and Hilda going at it harder than ever. Miranda slips her hand under Hilda's t-shirt and softly caresses the tall girl's breasts. Hilda moans slightly and drops her hand into Miranda's lap, rubbing her thigh slowly.

They don't look like they're going to stop any time soon.