A Little Matter of PHS
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Gwen was curious about her nieces, as well as what was going on between Clare and me. We all went to the kitchen and sat around the breakfast table and talked.
Mom began by explaining our plan to get the goods on Clare so we could blackmail her in return to make sure everyone’s secret remained just that — secret.
“Actually, that’s not a bad idea at all,” Gwen said. Then she flashed a wicked grin and said, “Do you mind if I’m there when you nail her?”
I could see that our news about her nieces and how they were heavily involved in girl-girl sex had excited Gwen. I couldn’t blame her, really. She had grown up having sex with the girls’ mother, and knowing these two were sort of carrying on the family tradition so to speak was enough to make a ninety-year-old crone horny.
We all talked about the sting, setting up the date and time and things like that, before the conversation turned to what Gwen’s nieces had been doing.
“Carmen says Clare was having sex with her friends, but especially this one friend. Then Carmen set it up so Clare would catch her rubbing off,” Jenna said. “That’s when they had sex the first time. It was only a few days ago.”
“And Carmen likes it, does she?” Gwen asked, and the twinkle in her eye suggested she may have some plans of her own involving the girls, but nothing that would involve blackmail.
With everything set, we ended the night by the three of us girls watching Mom and Gwen in a sixty-nine. We each masturbated, sometimes putting our hands on someone else’s pussy to help things along, but mostly sticking to our own.
After we all had a final orgasm of the night, Deanna, Jenna, and I went to bed, all three of us piling into my bed. Gwen had some more work to do, so she left with a promise to be at our house at the designated time to witness putting our plan to get Clare off my back into motion.
We girls were too tired to do more than sleep that night, but the next day we went with Mom to watch her work. Jenna was a lot like me when I was younger. She loved being at the set and watching all the sex, as well as participating in some when the desire grew too much to ignore.
Rick and Tera were now bringing their daughter Nikki to the set as well. Nikki, who was now nine-years-old, loved watching everyone having sex as well as having lots of sex with her mom while her dad watched and either jerked off or fucked Tera while she was licking Nikki. Sometimes Tera would give him a blow job while Nikki licked her. The little girl would also jerk her father off, but that was as far as it got between them. Tera told us they were letting Nikki decide what she could do with her dad.
Nikki and Jenna often got together while the crew was filming, and today was no different. Deanna and I watched the two little ones engage in a very hot sixty-nine before we put on a show for them. They always enjoyed watching Deanna and me having sex. She and I ended up in a sixty-nine as well. The two younger girls got down close to watch what we were doing to each other.
We had a blast, of course. At one point, I glanced up and saw Tera and Rick watching the fun while they were on a break from filming. They were each masturbating while they watched their daughter having sex with Jenna.
When the day’s filming was over, Mom sat talking to Bob for a little while before we left. As we got in the car, she said, “It’s all set.”
We knew what she meant, of course. Bob was helping us blackmail Clare, and Mom was letting us know everything was a “go” for our plan.
*******
When Monday arrived, I saw Clare outside as we waited to enter the school. She motioned me over, as I suspected she would. I knew today was the day she would tell me my first “task,” as she called it. She had warned me of this on Friday so I could have a weekend of misery wondering what it would be.
I was to remove my panties in the girls restroom when we entered the building and go without them all day. I was also to make sure I flashed at least three people who’d never seen my pussy before.
Then Clare informed me she was coming home with me on Wednesday that week to have sex with me. I had known this since Friday of the previous week, but hearing her say it gave me the creeps. Again, I thought how the fact she was blackmailing me to keep her from telling the world my mother and I had sex together was spoiling what could be a great time for everyone.
I was thinking this while Clare was still talking about flashing people. She insisted that one person I flashed had to be Mr. Whitley, my science teacher. “He’s a perv and will absolutely love it,” she said. I believed her, too. He was always sneaking looks up girls’ dresses or their shorts if they were short enough to reveal any panties. I had even made sure I was leaning over my desk one day so that my shorts pulled down a bit in the back to reveal the top of my butt crack. He’d stood behind me during a quiz for so long I thought he was jerking himself off or something. I had enjoyed giving him the show, even if he was a major perv. After all, I was too, as were most of the people I knew. As my mom had always joked, “Thank God for pervs. Otherwise, I might have to do secretarial work.”
Clare said the other two had to be girls in my classes. She said I’d have to “make a full report,” so I better not try to lie about flashing people. I told her that would be no problem. I guess I’m like my mom in that way, always loving the looks on people’s faces when they saw a part of my body they weren’t supposed to see.
I flashed Mr. Whitley without revealing I knew he’d seen me, but after that the man had an obvious hard-on the rest of the class. Not only that, but he would also stand where he could continue to look up my skirt. I was enjoying it and gave the perv lots of looks. I imagine he fucked his wife that night for quite a while, all while thinking of me.
One of the girls I flashed actually seemed a little bit interested in what she saw. As with Mr. Whitley, I pretended I didn’t notice she’d seen up my skirt to my bare pussy. The girl, whose name was Marie Perlacci, kept dropping her pencil so she could bend down and get another look. I just sat there, pretending to be completely unaware of what she was doing.
Then after that class, which was math, I sidled up to her and said, “Enjoy the view?”
At first she tried to pretend she didn’t know what I meant, but then I said, “I saw you looking up my skirt. It’s cool. I wanted to see who might take a look, so I didn’t wear panties today.”
Then she sort of pulled me over into a corner in the hallway and said, “I just thought it was — I don’t know — kind of daring, I guess. I thought it was cool that you would come to school without panties.” Marie was giggling and obviously nervous while we talked.
I just grinned at her and said, “Hey, we got the same equipment, so why not share the view, you know?”
She must have sort of misunderstood me because she grabbed my arm and we darted into this place under some stairs that was well-hidden from view. Then she handed me her book bag, looked around to make sure nobody was able to see us, and yanked her panties down and lifted her skirt.
Looking down, I saw Marie’s pussy. A small tuft of dark hair was growing along the outer lips, and I could see her clit poking out a bit at the top of her slit. Looking back at her, I saw she had this naughty grin. Her eyes gleamed with mischief. It was clear all of this had turned her on, first seeing my pussy then showing her own.
I didn’t know her that well, but I could see that was going to change. I silently thanked Clare for making me do this. The other girl I’d flashed had just looked and wrinkled her nose in disgust before getting back to her work.
On the other hand, Marie was practically begging me to touch her or something.
I didn’t do that, but I did lift my skirt to show her my pussy again.
“Wow, I thought so! You shave or something?” she whispered, total awe in her voice just the same.
“Yeah. I don’t like the hair. Gets in the way,” I said.
She giggled. “Gets in the way of what?” she asked, thinking she knew the answer, though not quite. But I wasn’t about to tell her it got in the way of the girls’ and women’s mouths when they went down on me. I knew she was thinking only about masturbation, though, and it was all I intended for her to think.
I grinned my own naughty smile. “I bet you know already, like it’s what you’re gonna do as soon as you get home, even before doing your homework.”
“You can’t tell me that walking around all day without panties isn’t making you want to do the same thing,” she said, giggling again.
“Maybe,” I smiled, thinking this girl would be a real hottie to get into my bed. I knew Deanna and Jenna would like her too. Dropping my skirt back into place, I said, “See you tomorrow in math. I gotta get to English.”
She tugged her panties back up, but not before taking a small swipe at her pussy on the way. She had done this in such a way that it looked as if she’d just been pulling her panties back into place, so I pretended not to see it, but this girl was definitely very horny. I realized if I had suggested we skip our next class and masturbate together, she would have been all for it.
As we left our spot under the stairs, I noticed her shoes. They were Nikes with a pink and green checkered pattern on them. They were unusual, and it made me think perhaps she was a bit unusual as well. She’d certainly gotten into a very suggestive conversation with me rather quickly.
After I got into English, I kicked off my own shoes and sat with my heel pushed up against my pussy. The pressure was maddening. I could feel the slick juices covering my heel as I did my best to hide that I was basically using my foot to masturbate right there in English class. Marie had been right. I had been getting wonderfully horny all day, and this was my last class and the sensations I was giving myself were driving me crazy.
I raised my hand and asked my teacher, Ms. Patterson, if I could go to the bathroom. She nodded and I retrieved her pass from where it hung beside the door before hurrying to the nearest girls’ restroom.
Entering, I made my way toward a stall. The first one was occupied, so I went toward the second one.
Then I stopped dead in my tracks. As I glanced at the occupied stall, I saw two feet on the floor beside the bottom of the toilet.
Pink and green checked Nikes.
Marie was in this stall. I wondered what she might be doing in there. I was pretty sure I knew. She was doing exactly what I planned to do.
Silence issued from the stall where Marie was as I took the stall next to her. Hearing her begin to move around a bit, I listened for tell-tale sounds of masturbation. Then, instead of rubbing, I heard her getting some toilet paper off the roll.
She was leaving? Was she finished when I walked in, or had my entrance made her nervous. Of course, she almost certainly didn’t know it was me in the next stall.
I decided to end her ignorance of her bathroom mate.
“I guess you couldn’t wait until you got home either,” I said.
I heard a quick gasp, then, “Cheryl?”
I giggled. “Yeah. It’s me.”
“Oh, my God. You scared the shit outa me!” she said, giggling.
“How long you been at it?” I asked.
“For just a minute when you came in. I stopped and was so pissed someone had come in, but now that it’s you….” She left the sentence hanging. I could tell she wanted to continue, and I know I certainly had no plans to keep from getting myself off. I thought for a moment about suggesting we get in the same stall and watch each other, but I knew if someone came in, they’d be able to tell what was going on.
So I decided on the next best thing.
“Wanna race?” I asked.
She giggled. “Sure!”
“Okay, ready…set…GO!”
We began to rub ourselves. I could clearly hear her fingers in her pussy, sliding around and rubbing her clit. The fluids in both our pussies made slick noises.
“Jeez! You’re really wet, aren’t you?” I asked her.
“Uh-huh,” she said. I could hear her straining to be the first to come. “So are you.”
I pushed a finger inside myself and fucked it in and out while my other hand was a blur of motion over my clit. It occurred to me that if anyone were to silently enter the bathroom they would know right away what was happening in the closed stalls because of the sounds we were making. Not only that, but Marie began to whimper and moan.
“Almost there,” she said.
I could have come at any moment, but I decided to wait and make it a tie.
The second I heard her begin her orgasm, I pictured her rubbing herself in the stall beside me. That pushed me over the edge and I was coming with my new friend.
We did a fair job of holding in our enthusiastic grunts and squeals of pleasure. If someone had been in the bathroom, they would have heard them, but I felt fairly sure nobody could hear our moaning through the door to the hallway beyond.
When we’d caught our breath, she said, “Whew. That was good.”
“Yeah,” I said.
“I think it may have been a tie,” she said and giggled.
“Me too.”
Before cleaning myself up, I peed, and so did Marie. Then we flushed and stepped out into the more public area of the restroom. When we saw each other, we burst into laughter.
“Your face is all red from the exertion,” she said.
“Yours too!” I answered her, pointing at her sweaty face. I realized I had some of my juices still on my finger and said, “Oops! Missed some!” I instinctively licked the fluid off my hand before realizing she was watching.
She said nothing, but her dark brown eyes grew as wide as her smile, as if she were thinking she had finally met someone as sexual as she was.
We stepped to the sinks and washed up, each of us also splashing cool water on our faces. As we were leaving she said, “Maybe we could make this a daily thing.”
“You do it every day too?” I asked, laughing.
“Unless I’m feeling sick, and even then, I sometimes do.”
“Me too,” I said. “I think we may have a lot in common.”
“Yeah, like perpetually horny syndrome,” she said, and we both laughed.
“Ha! Ha! Yeah. PHS instead of PMS!”
We left the bathroom still chuckling, but not until we had exchanged home phone numbers and suggesting we might spend the night together sometime. We were both very much in favor of that, and what’s odd is that we both knew exactly what we would do together the first time we managed to have a sleepover. There was no embarrassment at all. It was almost as if we were both thinking, “Yeah, I want to do some things with you sexually, and I know you want it too. So let’s do it.”
I watched her walking down the hallway to her class as I turned to go the other direction. Her small butt swayed just enough, and her dark ponytail swung back and forth like a pendulum marking the time until we could mess around with each other. I had noticed she had small boobs, like mine, barely A-cups, and I wondered if she tasted as good as she looked.
I certainly intended to find out.
When I returned to English, Ms. Patterson approached me and said, “Cheryl, are you okay? You look a little flushed.”
“I’m fine,” I said, returning to my work. As she turned to go to her desk, I thought about Marie’s term and wondered what the woman would have said if I had replied, “Just PHS.”
I stifled a laugh and an entire conversation Ms. Patterson and I never had played itself out in my brain.
“Don’t you mean PMS, dear?”
“No, PHS. Perpetually Horny Syndrome.”
In my imagination she looked as if she knew exactly what I was talking about.
It wasn’t the first fantasy I’d had of Ms. Patterson, who was in her mid-twenties and was slim and sexy as hell.
Focusing on my work, I thought about what I would say to Clare when we met up after school for my “report” to her about my day. I decided to pretend embarrassment and humiliation, which was the exact opposite of what I was feeling.
I was exhilarated. I found myself continuing my fantasy of Ms. Patterson, but this time it included Marie.
Later, I met Clare outside after school.
“Did you enjoy your day of showing everyone your pussy?” she asked.
“It wasn’t everyone. Just three people,” I said, showing defiance.
“Three’s enough. I’m sure at least one of the students will have it spread all over school that you are a slutty show-off. Mr. Whitley, of course, will probably wank off about a thousand times remembering it. Students, though, are different. They’ll talk.”
I was absolutely certain Marie wouldn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure about the other girl, and frankly, I didn’t care if she did. She was probably right about Mr. Whitley, and I found myself being glad I could help the guy get off. It wasn’t as if he touched me or anything.
I changed the subject.
“So what are you gonna do Wednesday?”
“Exactly what I want to do. You told me your mom wouldn’t be there til around dinner time, right?””
“Yeah,” I lied.
“I’ll be over about an hour after school lets out. Be naked. You and your sister both.”
“What if she won’t cooperate?” I asked, just because I felt it was something I should wonder about.
“If she values her rep, she will. Even a ten-year-old doesn’t want the world to know she has sex with a grown woman who’s supposed to be a mother to her.”
“I’ll talk to her today,” I said. “But I think she’s also having your sister over that afternoon.”
Clare thought about this for a moment. “That’s okay. She can have fun with everyone, too.”
Then she changed the subject, well sort of. “Are you a virgin?”
“Are you bringing a guy?” I asked. That would definitely not be good for our plan.
“No. Just answer the question.”
“I’ve never had a guy fuck me, if that’s what you mean.”
“No, I mean, do you still have your cherry? Or have you lost it to someone or something?”
“I still have it,” I said.
“What have you had inside yourself other than a tampon? Anything?” she asked. I wondered where she was going with this.
“Just my finger.”
“Okay, good,” she said. “I’m taking your cherry Wednesday. I’m bringing something that will pop it. And it’s gonna hurt,” she said, smiling. She apparently liked to cause other people pain.
I looked at her and frowned. I knew it wouldn’t get that far if our plan went as it should, but it was still troubling that this girl thought she had so much power over me. I hated that, even though what she’d made me do in school that day turned out to be good. I’d made a new friend, and we were already talking about a sleepover where we would fool around with each other, though how far things would go with Marie was still a mystery. Perhaps she would just want to masturbate together. I thought about that and decided I was fine with it if that was all she wanted to do. I could work on her some and eventually take things further.
*******
When I got home, Mom was there, as was Jenna. I told them about my day and about Marie. Mom said I could invite her over to spend the night this weekend if I wanted to. Deanna was staying over on Saturday night already, so I decided to call Marie and see if she could stay over Friday.
I also told them about Wednesday after school. Mom was really pissed that Clare was planning to take my cherry. “She won’t get the chance, though, if you girls play things as planned.”
I went to my room to call Marie. I guess it was her mother who answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is Marie there?”
“Yes. May I say who’s calling?”
“This is Cheryl. We sorta made friends at school today.”
“Ah, yes. She mentioned you. Told me all about you, in fact,” she said.
All about me? I suddenly wondered just how much Marie had said. Certainly, she hadn’t mentioned the episode in the bathroom.
Or had she? I had told my mom. Was it possible Marie and her mom were intimate, too?
“Yeah, I guess you could say we sorta got to know each other,” I said, not really knowing what else to say.
She chuckled in a sort of “yeah, I get it” way, which again made me wonder what Marie had told her. “Hang on for a sec. I’ll get her.”
I heard her call for Marie to pick up the extension, telling her it was me calling. After a moment, I heard Marie’s familiar voice.
“Cheryl?! Hey!”
“Hi, girl,” I said, listening for the other phone to hang up before continuing. I’d learned my lesson about talking about private things when someone else might be listening in. I heard the familiar click and could tell that her mom was no longer on the phone.
“Whatcha doin’?” she asked, a note of naughtiness in her tone.
“Not that!” I said, laughing. “At least not for another five minutes!” We both giggled. Then I added, “You know about us PHS girls!” She howled at that one.
“Yeah, I know about us real well!” she said.
“Was that your mom?” I asked.
“No. That was my oldest sister. She’s in college. My mom’s away on a business trip. She won’t be home til next week.”
“Oh,” I said, disappointed. I wondered if she’d be able to get permission to spend the night Friday.
“What’s wrong?” Marie asked. I guess she could hear the disappointment.
“I was gonna ask if you could spend the night this Friday, but I guess you can’t get permission until your mom gets home.”
“Wow, girl. You sure work fast!” Marie giggled before adding, “I love it!” Then she said, “No, it’s okay. My sister is in charge. She’ll let me stay over, I’m sure. She probably wants to watch her porn movies and take care of her own case of PHS.” She laughed again, but I got the feeling she was serious and I wondered how Marie might know that about her, especially the porn movie part. Then I wondered if Marie knew who my mother was. Oh, well, I’d find that out, I guess.
“You wanna ask? My mom said you could stay the night Friday if you want to.”
“Sure, hold on a sec and I’ll ask Sara.”
I heard the phone being put down and waited for Marie to return. A few moments later, she was back.
“It’s okay! I can stay over. Want me to come home with you that day?”
“Yeah!” I said. “Maybe you could bring one of your sister’s movies!”
We giggled at that for a minute, and Marie said, “I don’t know about that. My other sister, Linda, might fight me for my favorite one. It has some really good scenes in it. She sometimes watches them for hours in bed.”
I listened to Marie talking about her sisters, and I was aware that she had told me a lot about her and her sisters in a very short period of time. “How old is Linda?” I asked.
“She’s sixteen. She’s a junior in high school.”
“Are they as sexy as you are?” I asked.
She giggled. “I guess so. They love doing what we did in the restroom today.”
Suddenly, Jenna was at my bedroom door and signalling I needed to get off the phone. I knew Mom needed to use it, so I cut the call short.
“Marie? My mom has to use the phone, so I gotta go. See you in math!”
“Okay,” she said. “Yeah, I’ll see you there. Maybe I’ll be the one without panties tomorrow. I’m not wearing any right now.”
“You’re not?”
“Nope. In fact, the hand not holding the phone has been kinda busy,” she hinted.
“You naughty little slut, you!” I said, laughing at my new friend and thinking how bold and sexy she was.
“Can’t help it!” she said. “I bet I come before you do this time!”
“I’m sure you will. Have fun, but don’t let your sisters catch you!”
“They won’t mind. They’ve caught me plenty of times before.”
“You’re gonna have to tell me about that,” I said. We said our good-byes and I reluctantly hung up. It would have been a great opportunity for some phone sex, not to mention finding out more about Marie’s sisters, Sara and Linda.
I replayed the phone call in my head and thought it was very likely that these girls were a lot like my own family. Marie seemed to be letting me know they were extremely close, at least very open about their sexual explorations, and Sara’s reaction to me when I told her who I was made it seem even more likely. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I thought I had heard a sexy leer in the young woman’s voice. Of course, that could be my imagination, but Sara really did sound, well, interested in hearing more about me or something.
The rest of the day was mostly boring. I finished my homework and lay on my bed, imagining what Marie looked like completely naked. I also wondered a lot about her older sisters. Could it be that they were all having sex with each other?
That would be so cool!
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