Yes, and not a moment too soon

You're casting appreciative glances over the balcony, trying to gauge the size of different men's tools. There's also a shop down on the first floor that sells flower pots and knick knacks - you know the pink cylinders in the display aren't dildos, but they're close enough to make you dream about playing with one.

Between those distractions and listening to the stories of sexual adventures from Zoey's posse it's not too surprising that Trish manages to sneak up on you. "There you are!" she says, grabbing you around the midsection with a hearty laugh. She spins you around and then pretends to notice the other girls for the first time. "Oh, hey - making new friends I see?"

Zoey looks at you curiously and you stammer out that Trish is an old friend - she moved here long before you did and the two of you kept in touch. When she releases you there's finally a chance to get a good look at her. Her hair is a dark red shade - it almost looks like the real thing. Combined with the very subdued makeup and the modest blouse and skirt you'd bet most people who know Trish wouldn't recognize her - not even up close.

"What school do you go to?" asks Hanna, eyeing Trish's clothes.

The devilish girl hugs you tighter, pulling you back far enough that you can feel her stiff cock through both your skirts. "Oh I go to fucking Fischer," she replies.

"Not exactly a lot of school spirit," says Felicia playfully.

"Why should there be? I don't like football, but even if I did our team isn't great. I'm bored in almost every class, so I'm not exactly going to shout about our great teachers. Most of the other students are a bunch of mouth-breathers. I can't wait to get out of there and go to university or college."

That little speech, delivered with a little vitriol, seems to warm the St. Catherine's girls to Trish. There's still nowhere to sit, so as Trish continues to talk about herself and badmouth your school she sits against the edge of the planter, stealing your spot. When you look back and notice she just raises an eyebrow with look that reads 'what ya gonna do about it'? Where the other girls can't see she hooks a finger into your belt and pulls you back towards her. It's too good an idea to resist and soon you're settling onto Trish's thigh, her cock pressing against your ass in a very comforting way.

The other girls titter a bit but Trish tells them you've been close for a long time and besides, the only other way this works is if you park your bum on one of their laps. The slight and quickly hidden jealous look on Felicia makes you sure that she at least will want to hang out with Jane and Trish again sometime in the future. That thought makes you a little sad. You've enjoyed this a lot, but today is sure to be your last as a girl. Tomorrow this will have been like a fairy dream and you'll have to re-introduce yourself to Trish and all these girls as John.

Having made a good impression Trish is swept up into the conversation. All the girls from St. Catherine's are keen to hear any stories she has about encounters with the other sex. She does her part, trying not to sound like a complete horndog or slut and passing off several questions to you, as much to make you blush as to avoid having to answer them herself.

When Bethany comments that both of you seem to be very open about your sexual adventures Trish laughs and says that's just how things were where you both grew up. Girls in smaller towns don't mind talking about it - in fact they spend most of their time swapping stories. A guy who gets a good reputation will probably not have to sleep alone ever again. Girls who ditch a good catch just because he did one little thing find that someone else has picked him up within the week.

At last Felicia points out the time - they've all got to head home. From the looks on Hanna and Zoey's faces in particular you're sure they'd love to hang out until dark listening to the kind of stories that just aren't spoken at school. Promises are made about meeting up tomorrow and then they stride off into the crowd. Trish keeps you clutched close until they're around the corner before she starts giggling.

"You've got them hooked! Oh what a sweet, sweet Trojan horse you are," she says while rocking forward and rubbing her shaft between your cheeks. "I think you need to be rewarded."

"You could stop comparing me to a horse - my face isn't that long."

"Your face is beautiful. It really is... but are you telling me you aren't hungry for a reward?" Another slight movement reminds you how pleasurable that hard cock of hers can be.

"Okay. Sure, take me home and then take me!"

"Mmmm, that's not going to work babe. My parents are probably eating dinner right now, getting ready for their shifts tonight. No, I'm afraid that we'd have to wait a few hours before my bedroom is safe."

You shudder slightly. You have to get away from Trish before you grow a cock of your own, but you need her to scratch your itch or else you'll wind up banging the first jock you spot leaving the mall. If you get as far as leaving, that is.

"There is a place we can go," she whispers, "it's probably safe enough."