Well, you've got to study tomorrow...

Sam sighed and yawned again. She had hit the wall for staying up late. "Becky, I'm fading here. Do you care if we just sack out tonight? Uncle Jack will let you stay tomorrow night too, if we get that History paper done."

Becky's face fell in obvious disappointment. Sam guessed she must have had something really special planned. She started to feel regret, until another yawn shook her willow frame. Becky gave a playful pout. "I guess so. Your loss." Her voice sounded sad, but the playful smile she gave to Sam let her know it was alright.

Both girls quickly took off their warm sweats, revealing their sleeping T-shirts and pajama bottoms. It was still cool at night, and both dove under the covers. Sam flipped off the TV as Becky got the lights.

As the room, only illuminated by blue moonlight, became darker and cozy, the girls turned to face one another. Sam's interest in tonight's conversation had piqued. "Hey. How far have you gone with Bobby?"

She could see Becky wickedly smile in the dark. "Oh, I dunno. Why do you ask?"

"Well, you said you haven't seen his...thing."

"Ding-dong, or dick is fine." Becky piped up.

"Whatevs. But I know you make out with him on dates and stuff. Is it just kissing? Over the shirt or under the shirt stuff?"

Becky rolled over and looked at the ceiling. "Hmm. I've let him hit a few bases." she said, nonchalantly.

Sam gave a fake gasp then giggled. "How many is a few?"

She counted on her fingers acting like she was trying to figure it out. "Ummm....third?"

This time Sam gasped for real. "Seriously?"

"Yep, he's touched my kitty before. But *only* one time!"

"Oh God! Give it up! Wait, bad phrasing. Tell me!" Sam said, now wide awake. She turned towards her friend and propped her head up.

Becky chuckled and turned the same way. "Really? I thought we had to get up early for that mean old paper."

"Oh STFU already and out with the details!" Sam said, giving her a playful punch.

Becky gleamed in the night, having her friend's attention like this. "OK. You remember the school's haunted hayride we worked last fall? Then."

Sam rolled back on her back. "Urrrrgh! Quit torturing me! And how? The chaperons had flashlights and kept track of everyone!"

"Well, Bobby and I were working that jump scare in the swamp. It smelled terrible and was all wet and gross. all we did was have to pop out as the wagon rolled by and yell a little. And you know, those wagons came by about every 20 minutes."

Sam's was back on her side, hanging on Becky's words. "Yeah, but it was so disgusting back there. I refused to do that part with you because I was afraid of snakes."

"Well, what you and everyone else didn't know, that behind all the cattails and weeds was a log that made a great dry spot to sit on. It was a little farther back, before the pond. We'd go back there and sit for the next wagon instead of standing in the mud. And, we had a good view of our chaperon higher up on the path, and we could see when she was coming to check on us."

"After about 4 or 5 'scares' we got bored. I mean, swamp zombies sound like fun, but it really gets old, quick. Bobby was there, looking around, poking at the mud. I was just booooored. So when he looked at me, I kissed him!"

"Wait. This is in October? But you guys didn't start dating until, what, after Thanksgiving break?" Sam said.

"Right. Like I said, I was boooooored. Out of my mind! Anyway, he kisses me back. And that's all it is at first. Not even any tongue! Honest!" she protested, when Sam gave her a skeptical look. "So about the second wagon after we start doing that, Ms. Hoffsteader stays and says we aren't putting enough effort into our bit. 'Start sounding like you're really anguished!' she told specifically to me. Ugh, Drama teachers. They keep all the drama for themselves."

"So, after she leaves, back to the log for more kissing. We hear the wagon coming and get into position. Right as it was time to jump, Bobby grabs my ass. Right under my zombie cheerleader skirt."

Sam gasped and laughed, which developed more into a snort.

"Well, as I wasn't expecting that, I shot up and screeched like a demon banshee! Those kids on the wagon all shot to one side and about flipped it over, trying to get away from me. Bobby jumped up and gave a piss-ant roar because he was laughing so hard. After everything got settled and the wagon left, Ms. Hoffsteader came up and congratulated me!" She began to imitate the teachers nasally voice. "'Very good Ms. Patel. I didn't know you had it in you. But you may want to dial it back for the rest of the evening.'"

Sam was quivering with laughter at this point. She grabbed her pillow and covered her face, letting loose at the same time. After a few minutes, she turned back, her face flush and tears in her eyes. "Oh man, I shouldn't have been so grossed out. All I did was run the stupid concession stand."

Becky smiled and continued. "Well, I don't know what it was, the surprise, the chance we'd get caught by the teach, or swamp poisoning, but I got SOOO turned on. When we got back to the log, I grabbed poor Bobby, who was still laughing, and shoved my tongue down his throat. He about choked at first, but you know boys, always 'on.'"

Sam had quieted down at this point, and just watched her friend relive that night. Becky had the sheets rolled down a bit, and Sam could see her nipples were poking up through the fabric of her shirt. It was cool, but no means that cold in the house.

"I guess Bobby needed that kind of encouragement. He was OK to grab my ass once for a joke, but didn't take initiative after. His hands got to roaming, and at first, it was all over-shirt stuff. Right for the twins. Not that it didn't feel good, but I want to tell boys 'Hey, I have an entire body here!' Anyway, he was paranoid enough for the both of us about getting caught by Hoffsteader. Anytime he saw her light moving our way, or heard the wagons coming, he'd break it off. We'd take the 5 minutes to do our scare, and scamper back to the log for more petting. Good thing it doesn't matter if zombie make-up smears, or Hoffsteader would have caught us for sure.

"So he keeps getting more and more adventurous with his hands. FINALLY, I feel him creeping under my blouse, up my rib cage and he cupped Righty through my bra. And just STAYED there! I was moaning in his mouth and giving him all the signals that I wanted more. All he did was rub my nipple thru my bra. I got frustrated and broke off. He looked hurt at first, but you know that magic trick we do when we get home?"

"You mean the bra through the sleeve thing?"

"Yeah. Gave him the secret of the trick. Stuffed it in our snack bag and lipped locked again. Boys are so stupid. I mean, how much of a green light do you need? NOW he goes to town, and just mauls my boobs. He's moving them around, pinching my nipples. GOD it felt sooooo good. And he's a hell of a multi-tasker. Never missed Hoffsteader or a wagon. By this point, it's getting pretty late and word comes down the last wagon of the night is heading out. I mean, after awhile, our 'scares' are just pitiful. I think Hoffsteader thought we were getting tired. We just didn't care. So we're down there, he's got one of my boobs in his hand, flipping that nipple. But this time, I feel his other hand go down my back and under my skirt. I'm thinking, 'WTF? I can't go skirtless! everyone will see! I ALMOST pull away, when he sneaks his fingers through a leg hole of my panties and strokes my pussy."

Sam gave a little gasp as Becky's eyes took a slightly glazed look.

"God Sam. I mean, I know you have to have played with yourself. I do all the time. But this was just...something else. He just got his fingers sopping in my juices and was playing around. He never...went in. But he did find my clit. I almost screamed, but put my face in his shoulder. He wouldn't let up! This time, *I* heard the wagon on the way. But I couldn't get free! I mean, I COULD, but didn't want too. It felt so good! With your own hand, you know what's coming. But with his, I didn't know what to expect. He just kept going and going."

Sam, enraptured by the story, quietly bit down on the quilt as Becky continued. "I was doing everything I could to keep quiet! But I was humping his hand the entire time. Right as the wagon got to our station, he made me CUM!"

Sam gasped quietly, unaware her nipples were hard points under her shirt too.

"We weren't in position, surrounded by weeds, and I just CAME. Hard! I had to let go and just groaned like crazy. I pulled his hand away in time to hear the kids giggle and laugh at the 'spooky swamp.'"

"How did Hoffsteader not catch you guys?" Sam asked.

"She almost did. You should have seen her slog thru that mud after the wagon left. Bobby and I were just trying to get ourselves in order. She comes over and puts that flashlight right in our eyes. 'Ms. Patel. Mr. Robertson. Where were you?' Boy, you've never seen better acting in your life. We were all squinty because of her flashlight. I just looked at the light and said 'Sorry Ms. Hoffsteader, we're tired.'"

"I don't know if she bought it, but she didn't have anything on us. We were disheveled horrible teenage zombies at 11:30 at night. But if she did a full body search for zombie makeup on me, I would have really got it. Poor Bobby Robertson's fingerprints were aaaalllll over me." she giggled.

Sam let out a long exhale. "Wow. Hey you bitch! Why didn't you tell me before now!!!!"

Becky yawned really big and turned on her side away from Sam. "Because I'm known as your best friend. I didn't want to be known as your slut friend. "

Sam rolled onto her back again. She also felt drained after the story. But that persistent fire she had been feeling was a blazing inferno at the same time.