Wash her back.

Marissa really didn't have a choice in the matter. Refusing Anne would have drawn attention. Holding the bar of soap in her hands, she proceeded to suds up Anne's back, being careful to touch it with only the soap and not her hands.

"You okay back there?" Anne asked, startling her.

"Y-yes, why do you ask?"

"It's just, you're breathing heavily. You aren't getting excited are you?" she asked teasingly.

"No," Marissa lied back, hoping Anne would believe her.

"Ah, so you ARE getting excited. If you weren't, you would have said 'Yes,' and tried to tease me back."

"Shu-shut up! I'm having a bad day, that's all, okay?"

Marissa had gone over her entire back twice when Anne said, "I should think it's clean enough. Are you going to be okay doing the legs?"

"Of - of course! Let me just sit down here..."

Marissa found herself looking at Anne's thighs, her eyes at pussy level. She took the bar of soap in her right hand and started slowly soaping Anne's bottom. Then her left leg and thighs. Marissa's vision was getting blurry for some reason and she was feeling really, really good. Also, she felt like she was overlooking something important.

Anne turned around and Marissa got a close-up view of Anne's pussy. She had seen it before when she'd eaten her out, but for some reason this image stuck in her head as she started on Anne's right thigh.

Marissa was getting dizzy and her breath was getting deeper, but she couldn't figure out why. She snuck a look around and saw a small crowd of women looking at her. She tried to figure out why. She was sitting down: normal. Soaping Anne with her right hand: normal. Breathing deeply: normal enough.

It was getting harder and harder to think. Where was her left hand? A wave of pleasure flowed over her as she tried to piece the answer together. Did she lose an arm somewhere? She looked at her left shoulder and saw that Yes, it was there. Marissa's eyes followed her arm down, down between her lovely, sexy, kissable breasts and into a bundle of hair between her legs. Marissa watched her left fingers moving in and out of the patch of hair, confused. This was supposed to happen, right? After all, it felt really, really, really nice, so everyone must do it, right?

She took her right hand and tried to soap Anne's legs again, but her fingers felt clumsy and she had to hold the soap carefully so it didn't slip out of her hands.

Marissa felt incredible, but couldn't figure out why. She was breathing deeply, but she felt healthy enough.

Everything went white. Marissa cried out as she felt joy, rapture, lust, pleasure and several other emotions rise up out of her. The feelings were too much to be able to hold in, and seeemed to explode out of her mouth as she screamed, drowning out all the lesser voices around her.

Marissa slid down to the warm, hard floor. The last thing she heard before going **** were voices and applause.

Some were shouting encouragement and praise.

Some were calling her a slut and saying she should be kicked out of the school.