With a Friend

After leaving class, Tanya didn't want to go out the front with so many fellow students, least of all the rude boys.

Instead she planned to slip into the gym where she could pretend to work out a while, until the crowds disbursed, then slip out the back door to go home. The plan seemed to be coming together as Tanya sorted her things in her locker.

"Hey, Tanya!" McKenzie chirped pleasantly at her friend, breaking Tanya from her thoughts.

"Hey," Tanya replied more flatly than she'd intended.

McKenzie looked Tanya over with growing concern.

She wondered why the redhead still looked so disheveled. She was flushed worse now than this morning. And it looked like she wasn't even wearing a bra now!

"I guess you'll be going straight home then, huh?" McKenzie willed it as much as asked.

"I was going to stop over at the gym first," Tanya explained before hesitantly extending an invitation. "Do you want to come?"

"Are you sure that's a good idea? You don't exactly look... Um, well, like you're in a condition for a workout. Besides, I think the football team is going to be there working out today."

Suddenly, a wicked thought crossed her mind. "Wait, is that what all this," she waved a hand toward her flushed friend, "is about?!"

Tanya blushed scarlet!

"Oh, you little slut! Ha" McKenzie accused with a little disbelieving laughter. "Are you trying to work up the boys? Who are you after?"

Tanya punched her friend's arm. "Shut up!! It's not like that!"

Both girls laughed.

"I didn't know they were practicing today! I just thought it'd be nice to have some time alone, ya know?" Tanya explained.

"Uh huh," McKenzie teased. "I'm sure... Haha Why don't you come with me to the library? It should be pretty empty by now and I had to get some books for a research project anyway. You know how outdated old Mr. Pritchett is."

"Online sources are no sources at all!" Both girls imitated the older teacher in unison before bursting into another round of laughter.

"Okay," Tanya agreed, feeling better than she had in a while. And the girls made their way to the school library.

After a few moments of chatting and browsing the shelves, McKenzie worked up the nerve to address the curiosity on her mind.

"So, are you seeing someone or..." She looked over her friend.

"What? No, why?"

Tanya became suddenly more self conscious as her friend appraised her appearance with a long slow look, almost wishing her eyes had been wrong the last time she looked.

"It's just," she paused. "You didn't show up this morning. Then in class and at lunch you definitely seemed a little, uh... Well, excited, I guess... And Stacey said you were acting weird this afternoon, and, and now..." She was talking faster and getting more animated. "Now, you're basically falling out of your shirt!"

Tanya blushed and rushed to cover her chest with her hands. She readjusted the cleavage and crossed her arms for more coverage. Then with a pout and a stomp she turned away from her friend.

"Tanya, please," McKenzie reassured, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder. "I'm only asking because I'm concerned."

Tanya sighed and turned back to face her friend. "I'm not some slut doing this for some boy!" She protested.

"I don't know what's going on," she admitted, "but I have been feeling kind of... Weird... All day."

Just thinking back over it was beginning to get Tanya stoked up again. "That's actually why I didn't show up this morning. I actually went and got a tattoo! I don't even know why!"

McKenzie looked stunned. "What? Why?! Where?"

"Downtown somewhere and I don't know why!" Tanya blushed as she explained again and the memory returned.

"I mean where is it... Let me see!"

Tanya blushed but turned and raised her skirt like she had at the tattoo studio that morning.

"We're in the middle of the library! What if someone sees this," Tanya worried, listening for the slightest creek on the nearby floors.

McKenzie, for her part, was stunned. Without thinking she reached out and rubbed her friend's butt.

"Woah, it's real!"

Tanya bit her lip. "What is it?"

"You got a tattoo without knowing what it is!?" McKenzie almost shouted in the quiet room. "How...?"

"I don't know," Tanya admitted.

"I just showed up and some guys offered to pay if I let them pick it... And I did... And there it was!" She sighed, "I just don't know!"

"I should have known a guy picked this," McKenzie muttered. Her hand still kneaded the soft pale flesh. "Such a perv!"

"Oh, God!" Tanya groaned. Why did she agree to the stupid thing?!

"I must look like such a slut!" She whined.

"It's fine, uh, I'm sure any girl would be a little turned on in a situation like this." McKenzie absentmindedly assured her obviously aroused friend.

"What?!" Tanya slapped her legs together and rushing her hands back for modesty, just now recognizing the show she'd been giving. "I meant the tattoo you dork!"

"Oh, right. Haha I knew that." McKenzie blushed too and finally pulled back her hand. "The tattoo isn't really *that* bad."

"Girls?"

The voice behind them made Tanya's heart stop. She didn't even breathe until the footsteps continued closer.

"Girls?" The footsteps drew closer, turning down the aisle behind them. Tanya quickly straightened up and fixed her skirt.

"Oh, here you are! You'll need to check out, girls," the librarian explained. "We'll have be closing in a few minutes."

The girls sighed then laughed in relief as they walked to the checkout.

Soon they were on their way home, walking down the relatively quiet street.

"So you really don't know why you have been acting so weird?" McKenzie asked.

"No! I can't explain it. This morning I got this weird urge to get the tattoo. And then I've just been, well, you know," Tanya danced around admitting how horny she felt, "for the rest of the day."

"Did the nurse help?"

"She thinks I'm some sort of clinical slut, I think. She gave me some stuff to take if I get... Like I was earlier. Ya know?" Tanya blushed again.

"Weird! Maybe we could hypnotize you... to find out what happened. I remember a podcast where this girl had this, uh," she paused to remember the term. "Oh yeah, she had what they called "repressed memories" of some traumatic event that messed with her head, so the doctors hypnotized her to learn what happened."

"Kenzie," Tanya sighed dismissively. "That's so dumb. I'm not traumatized!"

"Maybe not, but I don't think it would hurt! Maybe we'll find out what happened... Or maybe we can cure you! I heard Whitney had a cousin quit smoking with hypnosis."

"Or maybe you do it wrong and I think I'm a chicken for the rest of my life! Bock, bock, bacaw!" The girls laughed hard at the silly impression.

"Just think about it, okay? I really think it might help."