Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2012 09:04:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Danny <onlydanny4ever@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lesbian High School: The Professional Chapter 2

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This is a work of fiction loosely based on my life. Names, characters,
places and incidents are all made up by me. Any resemblance to actual
places, events or people (living or dead) is coincidental. If you are not
18 and it is not legal to read this in your state do not. This story is
mine, please do not take it without permission.
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Chapter 2:

	I could hear her moans above me; one of her legs was draped over my
shoulder and her back was pressed into the stall wall behind me. My tongue
danced around her entrance and outer lips, I wanted her to beg for me. My
free hand worked its way under her shirt and started teasing her
nipples. She knew I wanted her to beg but she refused. Her fingers pushed
and pulled my head trying to press me deeper into her. I chucked a little
under her skirt, she knew how this worked, and I wasn't going to get laid
this time so I wanted at least a little satisfaction. A particular hard
pull made me wince, if she wanted to play it rough we could. I lightly bit
the inside of her thighs and she groaned, a sweet spot only I knew about. I
applied pressure to her clit for a brief moment before retreating. I took
her outer lips into my mouth and sucked on them lightly. She was reaching
her limit because her legs began to shake.

"Alyx please!" She finally exclaimed. That was all I wanted.

	I smirked and looked up at her between strands of my hair. I winked
at her before plunging two fingers into her wet hot heat. Her back arched
and she let out the sexiest moan I have ever heard. As I continued
thrusting into her I could feel her walls trying to suck me in, get me to
go deeper. I added another finger and felt a spasm run through her body and
her nails dug into my exposed shoulders. I had to plan this carefully. I
was going to make her cum hard or fail miserably. I moved my head between
her thighs once again. I circled her clit with my tongue, flicking it,
stroking it, biting it lightly with my teeth. Her hands grasped at my hair
mashing my face into her pussy, right where I wanted to be. I could feel
her reaching her climax but I wanted to make this amazing. I curled my
fingers up searching for that special spot that would make her scream. I
pressed lightly and her hips bucked forward and she let out a loud groan. I
picked up my pace and fucked her harder, sucking directly on her clot. Her
moans filled the restroom and her legs shook on my shoulders. "Alyx don't
stop! You feel so good... Keep fucking me... I'm going to cum!" She gasped
and I felt her walls clamp down on my fingers. Her juices shot out and
soaked my face; I lapped up as much as I could but I could feel it running
down my chin. Her body went limp and I stood up quickly to catch her from
falling. She looked at me through half closed eyes and I smirked at her
whipping my face.

"Alright, alright. It was fucking fantastic. Get out so I can fix myself;
we're late for class." She sighed and tried to get her body to move. I
could see her legs were still shaking.

	I stepped out of the stall and adjusted my shirt in the
mirror. This quickie took longer than expected but it was entirely worth
it. I was running a comb though my hair when Rachel stepped out of the
stall.

"You know, Alyx, we can't keep doing this every time you feel like it. I'm
supposed to be your friend not your fuck buddy. What would all of your
admirers say if they knew you fucked one of your closes friends regularly?"
Rachael said leaning against the stall, searching through her purse for a
cigarette.

"Oh Rachie baby, you wouldn't tell on me for the same reason we don't
stop. We both know that I know that you love these intimate moments we
spend together. You and I get our itches scratched without having to spend
money on dinner. Don't forget boo, I come whenever you call too." My
reflection smirked at her as I watched her face redden.

      She continued to search through her purse as I studied her. Rachael
was one of my closes friends. Her long black curls and green eyes always
pulled me in for more just when I thought we were done. As much as I hated
to admit it, Rachael was my only competition when it came to women. She had
this way about her that made you want to get near her and protect her. It
might have been her petite frame or her breathy way of speaking. She always
seemed so small... so cute. And she knew it. She knew how to flash those
eyes to make men and women fall to their knees in front of her. I was
immune to her powers, having skill of my own, which led to us being best
friends. Best friends who also fucked every now and then.

"Here just have one of mine. You probably left them in the car." I said,
handing her a Marlboro.

"I hate these things you smoke but you're probably right. What's the deal
anyway? You aren't a cowboy Alyx these things are crazy harsh." She pulled
a face at the first inhale.

"Rachey, that's the point. Never catch anyone trying to bum cigarettes off
of me right? They all go to you because you smoke those weak menthols." I
stretched my arms above my head and my shirt rode above my belly button
showing off my hip tattoos. I saw a flash of desire in Rachael's eyes
before she caught me staring.

"What? Everyone else stares, why can't I?" She huffed. I walked towards her
and plucked the cigarette from her fingers. I took a long drag and groaned
as familiar taste hit me. I really did need to quit, smoking that is. My
free hand rubbed from her hip to her inner thigh. I her sharp intake and
pressed firmly at the heat between her legs.

"You can look all you want. In fact I'll give you a private viewing
later. But for right now I have to get to class." I handed the cigarette
back to her. I turned to leave the bathroom but not before giving her a
kiss on lips. I threw her a wink on the way out the door; as much as
Rachael didn't want to admit it she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

      I checked the hanging clock in the hallway. Shit, fifteen minutes
late to Calculus. Mr.  Jonson was not going to accept my "lost track of
time" excuse. I figured I might as well get a pass from the main office and
since I was already late I'd take the long way. I wandered through the
halls singing my latest favorite Arctic Monkeys song. I guess I lost track
of myself the further I got into the song because the sound of applause
surprised me suddenly. I looked up to see the new girl that ignored me this
morning.