Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2011 13:19:09 -0400
From: John Black <writingforthefun (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: Jessica's Big Show - 1

This is the first installment of what will become a series.  It is entirely
fictional(sadly!).  Let me know if you like it!  Do not republish without
permission of the author.


F/F, Voyeurism
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Jessica's heart stopped the moment she looked down.

She only had seven minutes between Algebra II and Brit Lit, and the halls
bustled with people.  The school was overcrowded, and it made going from
one side to the other a nightmare.  When you had to use the restroom, it
made it even worse.

Jessica had fought her way down the hall, stuck in a traffic jam.  She
turned her head accusingly when she felt something brush and then linger on
waistband of her cotton shorts, but she couldn't stop walking less she be
run over, and what was offensive a moment before was gone just as suddenly.
Groping was a common occurrence at Chesterfield High, and it was often
intentional as it was accidental.  One time someone had pulled her skirt
up, and regardless of the original offender, she felt three separate hands
grabbing at her before she finally managed to get it back down.  She was
afraid as much of being exposed as she was afraid of her own excitement.

Entering the restroom wasn't so bad, but there was always a line, and she
was last as usual.  While she waited for a stall to open, she turned to fix
her blond hair in the mirror.  She noticed her bra strap had moved outside
of her green spaghetti strap shirt, and she fixed it.  When it was finally
her turn, she walked into the stall, closed the door, turned around, pulled
down her shorts and matching blue thong, and sat.

It was then, right as she was spreading her legs to release, that Jessica
looked down and her heart stopped.  There, right under the side door, was a
black purse sitting on the ground.  The purse itself was no issue, but it
was open - and inside she could just see the lens for a small black flip
cam.  It wouldn't have caught her eye, except that she had the same model.
Jessica stared at it blankly for a moment.  Was it turned on?  There was a
glow coming from the purse, and it was angled at just the right way... too
much of a coincidence.

The camera had already caught that she wasn't a natural blond, with a small
mound of brunette hair right above her shaved slit.  What it couldn't see,
however, was a small drop of moisture glistening inside her, like a rain
drop running down a leaf, hesitating here and there, making Jessica flush.
Without really thinking, Jessica sat forward on the toilet, and moved her
toned legs apart, her shorts and thong falling as they will on the ground.
Who was filming?  It had to be a girl..she leaned over to her right side,
to get a closer look.  Her hands never stopped their assault, though.  One
finger traced her puffy lips, while her other hand found its was under her
shirt, then bra, grabbing roughly at the first breast it found.  She spied
a green sandal, toes, and a touch of black lace, not too far from the
purse.

Fingertips spread her lips apart, showing a delightfully innocent pink.
Her volleyball uniform was revealing, but she had never shown this much to
anyone - not even in the locker room.  Guys had "accidentally" walked in on
her and her team mates there, and sometimes the girls "accidentally" didn't
notice as they continued changing, but the girls never took interest in
each other.  At least, the other girls didn't..

Her finger slid easily inside her, dripping wet as she moved it back up to
glide around her clit.  She meant to go slowly, but Jessica found herself
moving at a rapid pace.  Who would watch this video?  She should stop, but
instead she kept going.  She stopped caressing her aureola long enough to
reach back and flush the toilet, as to hide the noise of her other hand
sliding two deliciously wet fingers inside herself.

Jessica heard the class change bell, and the room sounded empty, but the
door to her left had not opened yet.  She bit her lip and leaned back, a
fierce orgasm forcing her to slam her fingers deep inside herself, filling
everything she could.  A moan escaped her, as well as a gasp for air, then
another, a burst of pee she had been holding back, then a short scream.
When she finished, she rested against the side wall and collected her
thoughts.  Jessica stood up, slid on her shorts..wait, where was her blue
thong?

Hurriedly, she straightened her clothes and opened the door.  The other
stall door was open, and peaking inside she found nothing.  Jessica went to
mirror and cleaned herself up as best she could.

"I'll bet I have quite a nice show here," a girl's voice said.  Jessica
glanced over and could see Laura, a black haired girl who's matching black
skirt and tanktop made her look goth against her pale face.  Laura turned
the camera for Jessica to see, then slipped it back in her matching black
purse.  Jessica just stared at her in the mirror, turning flush.  Jessica
took a deep breath and turned to face her.

"You've got quite the wet spot there," Laura said, motioning to the damp
spot on the front of Jessica's shorts.  She hadn't worn them at all though
the ordeal, how could they be that soaked already?  "I bet its as sweet as
it is wet.  Here, you'll want these" Laura stated as she pulled her own
black lace thong out of her purse and tossed it to Jessica.

Jessica caught it, but only by instinct.  She was holding this strange
girl's panties - and they weren't much.  As she stared at them, wondering
what Laura meant, Laura pulled her black skirt up her side, showing the
blue strap to Jessica's thong.  The black and blue worked well together,
and while Laura had Jessica's eyes trapped, she ran her finger around the
trap to the front, showing how flush it lay against her skin, her fingers
sliding down the front, pressing in on Laura's pussy, the skirt lowering as
she did so, until she let it fall back into place.  Jessica found herself
leaning back against the sink.

Another girl walked in then, not really noticing the two, and went straight
to a stall door.

"I'll see you in the front parking lot after school then," Laura said
abruptly.  "I have some things to show you."  She pointed to her purse
briefly before walking out.

Jessica exhaled a breath she did not know she was holding.  She stepped
into an open stall and actually used the bathroom this time.  She fingered
the black lace, and then realized - there was an extra seam in the middle
that split the front in two in just the right place.  It wasn't a hole,
just a place to part the waters, so to speak.  Jessica paused then,
wondering if she should wear something so scandalous.

Jessica left the restroom enjoying the grip of the black lace against her
skin.  After all, she didn't want to disappoint Laura.