The Prom Queen's Scepter

~~~~~~~~~[PART 2: Cheer Squad Carousing]

"Okay, good work out there! Let's hit the showers, girls!"

Libby purposefully hung back as the other cheerleaders flounced into the locker rooms. From past experience, she knew the slowest one, Ashley, would be putting on her clothes in about ten minutes. If she waited until then to enter, no one would be left to watch her soap up her body, and there'd be no chance that they might see her from the front. Totally fool-proof.

Except that it wasn't. A few well-placed fools can ruin any plan, no matter how well-conceived.

"Aren't you coming, Libby?" CC asked.

"I want to practice a few things on my own," she hastily covered. "You and Jill run along and I'll meet up with you at the Slicery."

When they were gone, she began doing exactly what she'd said she would; practicing. Even if she had undergone a startling metamorphosis - of the gender-bending variety - she fully intended to continue on with the squad. No sense letting years of training go to waste over a flip of a chromosome.

Sure enough, when she entered the locker room only Valerie and Ashley were still in there, and Valerie was only pulling on her flats. "Hey, Libby!" she said brightly.

"Mm," Libby sneered. "Shouldn't you be toddling along, Birkhead?"

The girl's face fell as she turned to get her backpack. Ha; status quo maintained. Now for that shower. Hot water and soap never felt so good; even the shampoo felt extra silky as she lathered up her head. It felt great to rinse all that sweat from earlier off, all that odor... all that Sabrina.

Libby looked down at the thing that had invaded her body. Blemish. PARASITE. She had been a flawless female, and now this disgusting blight had to come along and ruin everything. Not that it was so ugly in and of itself; in fact, every time Libby looked at it she hated the actual aesthetics of it less. But it still didn't belong there, no two ways about it. If she found a magic lamp in the next five seconds, she wouldn't even have to hesitate with wish number one.

As she scrubbed at her hair with a luxurious, fluffy towel to get it mostly dry, she padded back to her locker - and heard a footstep. Somebody else had lingered, after all. Who? It took her the exact amount of time to whip the towel around her middle and fasten it into a knot under her armpit as it did for the footsteps to round the corner.

"Oh," she said, startled. "Jill, CC. What's the deal? I thought we were going to meet up later."

"We were," Jill said, lips pursed. She wasn't used to this look from the vapid blonde; she looked shrewd, calculating. Libby glanced at CC, but she looked confused as always. "But CC and I decided to hang back and ask you a question first."

"Really? Well, ask away, my curious little cats - but be warned that if I don't like the questions, we may have to discuss punishments."

Jill nodded, then took a quick step forward. "Okay, Libby, answer me this-" Then, before Libby could react, she whipped the towel off and away. "When exactly were you planning to tell us about your little friend?"

All Libby could do was gasp. Shock. Pure shock, no words coming to mind, no recourse, no witty comebacks, no actions. Just shock.

"OMIGAWD!" CC squealed, hands flying to her cheeks. "You mean you weren't KIDDING?!"

"Shut up," Libby whispered as she slapped one hand over her shame.

"Libby Chessler is a guy," Jill announced with no small amount of satisfaction.

"Give me back the towel."

"Make me."

"I said give it BACK."

"What are you gonna do?" Jill taunted. "Bench-press us, Mr. Man?"

"You're really a guy?" CC asked quietly. "Can I touch it? Y'know, in case you and Jill are pulling a prank on me."

"Wha- NO!" Libby clenched her teeth as she darted forward and snatched the towel from Jill. "No, you can't touch it! Ew!"

"I knew there was something weird about you," Jill said, shaking her head slowly from side to side. "From day one, you made it your mission to be the best in everything, to be on top; to be the girliest girl in Westbridge. Because you had something to prove."

"That's not how it is," Libby said pleadingly. "Listen, I really was a girl until today, I- yes, I know this sounds crazy, but I swear it's true!"

Jill's nose wrinkled and she folded her arms. "What do you mean, until today? You expect us to believe that? What I saw just now looks like it has definitely been a part of you for a long, long while!"

"Long, long, LONG while," CC joked, and they both giggled.

"What was it, hmm, Libby? Daddy touched you when you were little, so you started wanting to be a girl? Or you just never fit in with the other boys? Or was it one of those 'deformed at birth' stories?"

"I'm telling you the TRUTH," Libby growled, incensed. "My anatomy was 100% female until lunch today. That's when it hit. Maybe science can't explain it, and neither can I. But that is exactly how it happened."

Jill faked a yawn. "Ho hum. Either way, you're off the cheer squad, because we don't accept men. Or freaks. And hey, you're both of those, so you're double-disqualified!"

"You can't," Libby gasped, feeling her power slipping away. "Y-you... you're not gonna do that to... come on, it's all I've ever worked for, all I have in life!"

"You should have thought of that before trying to fit in where your gender doesn't belong." Jill shrugged. "Hey, think of it this way; you're lucky I'm the only girl that noticed. Everybody in the pyramid could have seen your junk today if they only thought to look up..."

Libby shivered when she realized that Jill had been ogling her man-parts during practice. But luckily for her another thought came to her in connection with this. "Hmm."

"Hmm? Are you really in a position to be 'hmming' right now, Chester Chessler?"

"Just a thought," Libby said, still shaking from being exposed but gradually coming back to herself. "It does make a girl wonder why one of her fellow teammates was looking up the other girls' skirts during practice."

"Huh?"

"Was it really just mine, just the once? Or have you been staring at everybody's panties all along, Jill?"

The silence in the locker room was complete as CC slowly looked between the two. "She... wait. Jill, is she trying to call you a dyke?"

"I... think she is," Jill said slowly, trying to keep her cool. "But it won't work, will it?"

"Then tell me why you found my skirt so interesting on this particular day," Libby demanded. "Or CC's rainbow-stripe panties."

"They're not rainbow-stripe!" she snapped impatiently - then slapped a hand over her mouth. "Oops..."

"How would you know?" CC said in a hushed voice. "Unless... you really did look today? Why?"

"No reason! I just... I like to check the other girls' positions in case one of them is about to fall!"

Libby grinned. Hook, line and sinker. "Sounds like you really wanted to check who wears granny panties and who puts on a thong especially for YOU. But goodness, that's not why you always ask to be on the bottom of the pyramid... is it?"

Jill's cheeks flushed as she stamped her foot. "It d-doesn't matter! The fact is, you're still dressing in drag to impersonate a cheerleader! Which is gonna be a bigger shock to the rest of the class, really - me being a lesbian, or you being a dude?!"

"LESBIAN!" CC gasped, thrown for a loop by the actual word.

"Lesbian cheerleader," Libby went on with a smirk. "You think they'll keep YOU on the squad, either? We're both not allowed to gawk in the locker room. IF they knew."

"You looked at my panties," CC was babbling, backing up a step. "How many times, Jill?"

"Not all the time," Jill hedged, ashamed. "Just a few, I... I was curious, and all I had to do was look straight up... wait, we're getting off the topic, here! Libby's a MAN! Doesn't that bother you?"

CC looked between the two, then sat down heavily on one of the benches. "It does. Both of you. Both of you kept secrets from me, I... oh God, have you ever looked at my panties, Libby?"

"As if!" she laughed. "CC, even if I do suddenly have a schlong, I'm still gunning for Harvey. One day I'll get him."

"Then you're GAY," Jill breathed. "Oh."

"Oh? Disappointed?" She had been making a joke, but when she saw Jill hastily composing a disinterested look, she shrieked, "WAIT! Oh god, no way, no freaking WAY were you thinking that- that I- that just because you found a girl with a dick that you were gonna- OH, that's so wrong!"

"I wasn't!" Jill protested weakly. "Not exactly! But... well, maybe it did cross my mind, but it wasn't my PLAN or anything, no!"

Libby's face was flushing now, too, and she felt her palms begin to sweat. "You... have you ever thought about it before? Had wet dreams about me?" She gritted her teeth. "How many times have you touched yourself while thinking about either me OR CC? ANSWER!"

Jill wanted to lie, it was obvious. But she was so bad at it that she cast her eyes downward and whispered, "Not as many as you already think I have. I swear."

"OH, GOD!" CC yelped, clutching her upper arms. "I... no, I don't wanna be some lesbian's kinky fantasy!"

"NO FANTASIES," Jill swore violently, chest heaving. "I mean it! I only have fantasies about Hollywood stars, not about my friends, NEVER about my friends! Just... well, just thinking about..."

Libby stepped up to answer, feeling excited by the discovery while sickened by the mental images. "About our bodies. Just who has the nice boobs, who has the nice butt. That kind of thing, right?"

"Yeah," Jill panted, playing with the hem of her tube top. "I m-mean, no, NO! Shut up!"

"CC, Jill has stroked herself while thinking about your ass. How does that make you feel?"

For a moment, it seemed as if CC wasn't listening, her mind snapped from information overload - she was staring off into space. Then she whispered, "My ass? You... really think it looks good enough to touch yourself over it?"

At that, Jill let out a few unintelligible squeaks, then buried her face in her hands. "GOD! How is it Libby turns out to be the one with a dick but I get put on trial?!"

"Shh, it's okay," Libby soothed, patting her on the back - and inwardly celebrating her triumph. This nugget of information would ensure that others did not leak out. "Unless you've been taking upskirt pictures, all is forgiven, right CC?"

"I dunno," CC said quietly, biting her lip as she stared down at her body - her apparently-desirable-to-women body. "I- she's been looking at me that way, and I never knew, I was totally- does that mean I'M a lesbian?"

Libby grimaced. Sometimes CC could be such a ditz, but she could also understand what it was like to be slapped with unpleasant news and expected to deal with it instantly. "No. It just means Jill is, and that you're a woman. End of story."

"Hey, whoa, let's not get carried away," Jill protested frantically. "I'm not- DAMMIT! I don't have a thing for CC and I mean it! I have a thing for..."

Everyone went quiet as Jill sat down heavily, trying to make herself appear small. "For me, right?" Libby whispered, bracing herself for impact.

"Please don't do this to me," Jill sobbed as she began rocking back and forth. "You're my best friend. I'm not trying to hook up with you or anything, not at all."

"Then why the ambush, huh?" Libby's nostrils flared as she clenched her fists. "Why did you have to come in here and yank my towel off, expose me to CC, try to take advtanage of the situation? Why couldn't you have left it alone?!"

The locker room remained quiet for a long time. CC let out a quiet sniffle, but no one spoke, no one attempted to leave. Then, just as Libby was sighing in disgust, Jill began, "Because I wanted you."

"Excuse me?!"

"Because you're a hot chick with a little added equipment. I've been wanting to get laid since junior high, but... if I don't really like guys, that makes it a lot harder. How's a l-lesbian supposed to get any action when she doesn't want to admit it, when nobody can know she likes girls?"

The color drained from Libby's face. "So I'm convenient. That's all."

"YES, THAT'S ALL!" Jill screamed. "You're my only hope of ever feeling somebody's body against mine, that's ALL! I might never find love if it's not with you, that's ALL! And that is ALL I've been thinking about since I saw what you're working with during practice today - I can't get it out of my head! Becauase to me, it looks like HOPE!"

Without warning, Jill snatched away the towel again, and Libby staggered, hurrying to cover her body. CC looked on, thunderstruck, as one of her friends advanced on the other, as she gripped her by the shoulders and shook her, as she tried to pry the shielding hands away.

"Just let me see it," Jill urged through angry tears. "Let me see!"

"NO!" Libby cried out. "Jill, you're going crazy, get a hold of yourself!" But by then Jill had yanked her hands away and was staring openly at her prize. "No..."

"It really is big." Jill gaped, then slowly sank to her knees to get a better look. "God, Libby, how did you hide this from us for so long?"

"I TOLD you, it only showed up toda- AAAH! Jill, stop that!"

"Yeah, Jill," CC whispered desperately, "don't do that to Libby, it's... it's too weird!"

But Jill wouldn't listen. Her lips ran along it's soft length, her tongue traced circles on each testis. "You know, I always wondered if it was simply the penis I didn't like, or how guys LOOK. Now I know I'm pretty okay with the first one."

"You can't keep doing that," Libby pleaded, having flashbacks to another blonde in the restroom. "If you d-do, it'll... I'll become... please, can't you just listen to me?"

Again, Jill wouldn't listen; she was too busy leaving light kisses along Libby's thigh while fondling the smooth sack, her other hand pressing into Libby's ample backside. The urgency of her movements betrayed that she was really after reactions, any reactions; the true enjoyment would come later (if at all). Unfortunately for all present, she got her wish.

"NO," Libby breathed as her cock began to inflate. "Not again... not again, not again, not AGAIN!"

"Again?" Jill asked as she rubbed her face against its rapidly-increasing surface area. "So what did you do last time you got hard?"

"Took care of it," she told her shortly. "Don't assume that's going to happen this time."

"Let me," Jill pleaded, standing - and removing her skirt at the same time. Apparently, she had decided to go commando after practice, which made Libby even harder. "Let me be the one who helps you."

"I don't need any help, you twit!"

"Then show us how you took care of it." She stepped back and sat down on the bench next to CC, who whimpered in fear; a LESBIAN was sitting next to her wearing no pants. Touching her pubic hair lightly. Placing her free hand on top of hers. "If you won't let me help, the least you can do is let me watch."

Libby stood there twitching, trying not to grab the ramrod hovering below her pubis. Jill shouldn't get the satisfaction, should she? All these things she was doing, they were wrong, and she didn't deserve to even keep looking at Libby's erect manhood. "I think not."

"Do it, or we'll out you to the whole school."

"Tit for tat!" Libby growled, trying to ignore CC's queasy look. "I'll expose you right back!"

"How?" Jill said with a laugh. "All I have to do is pants you during lunch and the visual aid will do all the work for me. But you announcing I'm bi-curious? That's just hearsay. Pretty damn hard to prove."

Libby was still reeling and trying to formulate a defense strategy when CC spoke up in a small voice, "Hey, cut it out."

"What, CC? You getting cold feet? She's been hiding this from the whole cheer squad! We have a right to know who or WHAT is on our squad, don't we?"

She waffled for a moment, toying with her over-treated hair, before whispering, "But she's still our friend, isn't she? Or 'he' or whatever, I... it's really icky, that huge thing she has, but well, we never ASKED if she had a dick, so it's not like she lied about it."

"CC," Libby breathed, surprised that anyone on earth would be willing to take her side on this.

"Okay, just watch." Jill reached out and grabbed it around the middle without any forewarning of her intent, and Libby moaned. "See? She likes it. She likes it when we touch it."

"That's because it's already hard," Libby replied as she fought to keep her voice level. "A bird could land on it and it'd feel good. Don't you know anything?"

Jill smirked as she stroked, and Libby somehow didn't give in, didn't start screaming or otherwise doing anything worse than sweating and breathing hard. "I do know something. I think if nobody else in this room did absolutely ANYTHING for you, that you wouldn't be able to get it up."

"You're wrong," she growled through her clenched teeth. "I... I've never been touched like this, it's- I can't help how my body reacts. Stop blaming me for your actions, you fucking COWARD!"

Jill's hand dropped away, stunned. "Coward? Me? I storm in here and confront you, YOU who has been deceiving the whole town forever, and somehow I'M the coward?"

"If the shoe fits." When Jill only sputtered, Libby took a step toward her, hands on hips. "You'd rather target the one girl who has the socially-acceptable equipment to pleasure you than confront your own sexuality. Taking the easy way out, much?"

Another stretch of silence. Libby knew she had to get away, and fast; she could only hold out so long before she really did start whacking off in their faces. CC kept stealing looks at it out of the corner of her eye, but Jill's gaze was pointed at the floor, wrestling with inner demons.

"Please?"

Libby folded her arms over her ample chest. "Please what?"

"Please fuck me." Jill's hand had been "innocently" in her lap the whole time, but now Libby saw that she was teasing herself; she couldn't help it. "Just do it, and then I'll have it out of my system and I won't ask for you again, and... and we can both keep our stupid secrets."

"Wait," CC said with a gulp, "you guys are- I don't think I wanna be here for this."

"Wanna hear my theory?" Libby said as she clenched her thighs, feeling some odd satisfaction every time she did so. She'd have to crack an physiology book and figure out why later. "I think you really ARE hot for CC. Obviously, doing me would be more convenient, but if you had your pick I think you'd graft this thing onto her."

"NO!" Jill shouted, instantly angry. "You're so full of shit, I don't know where you're getting this stuff!"

"Then why is she REALLY here? Just to bear witness? Why do you keep touching her hand while you look at my cock? Fess up, Jill!"

Jill's mouth was the thinnest line while CC backed away - but Libby jumped to the side and grabbed the lapels of her button-up shirt. "HEY- EEEK!"

"Take a good look at these, Jill! Don't you wanna touch them, taste them? Isn't this your true heart's desire?"

The look on Jill's face told the entire, unabridged story; she did hold feelings for CC. Strong ones, indeed, because tears started running down her face... even as she touched herself again, as she moaned and ran her tongue over her lips. The sight of her friend's perky little mounds no longer shrouded by a poly-cotton blend was too much for her to ignore.

"No, Libby," CC was babbling, head weaving from side to side. "I don't want her to see... and I can feel you up against my ass, it's so hard!"

"I can't stand the way she's trying to play both of us," Libby hissed into CC's ear. "Getting me to bang her just because I have a secret dingaling, but arranging for you to be in the room when she touches it because you're the one who REALLY sets her off. It's not right."

"But you stripping me and- and dry-humping me isn't right, either!"

Libby cleared her throat. "That last part's not intentional. Sorry."

"Smooth, ebony skin," Jill panted, crying and dipping into her snatch unreservedly. "CC... I hate myself so much right now, but at the same time I've never been happier!"

"My work here is done, then." Libby released CC, who immediately closed her shirt with a strangled sob. "You two have a lot to talk about, but I have to be going. See ya."

"Wait up!" CC said, reaching back to grab her hand. "Don't leave me alone with Jill, not when sh- OOH!"

"HAH!" Libby exclaimed as the nimble fingers closed around her girth. "CC, please don't, I can't stand it!"

"Oh YEAH!" Jill ululated, hips rising from the bench as her back arched. "Jerk her off for me, CC, make her squeal!"

They both turned their eyes to watch Jill for a moment. "ACK!" CC yelped. "It moved! I felt it- felt it THROB!"

"It does that," Libby admitted sadly. "Rush of blood to the something-or-other. Jill wants you to do things to me."

"I can't," she said nervously. "That'd be gross, you're my friend, and so is she! Why can't you two just be normal like everybody else?"

"She wants to watch while you stroke me. Maybe even while I fuck you." When Jill let out another sob, Libby smiled. "Maybe I didn't quite have it right the first time. Maybe all she wants is to WATCH while her two best friends do it. Jill? Thoughts on voyerism?"

"Go to hell!" she growled as she fingered faster and faster.

"But I don't wanna do those things," CC insisted, eyes wide and pleading, hands over her heart. "I... can't we stop all this and hit the Slicery like always? Please, that's all I want is to hang out with you guys, to have a nice afternoon with my best friends!"

Libby's heart went out to CC, but there was something more important to follow through on; her revenge against Jill.

"That's not what Jill wants." She ran her hand along CC's semi-exposed stomach, causing the girl to cringe. "You know, I wanted to go to the Slicery, too, but Jill has made that impossible, because now I have this huge hard-on that needs to be satisfied before it will fade. Nature of the beast; I can't simply wish it away, I've tried, again and again. So now it's up to you two to decide. Do we finish up and go to the Slicery? Who's going to help me - or am I doing it by myself?" A note of sorrow crept into her tone as she said, "To be honest, I'm too horny to care which anymore. Sad, but true. So you guys pick."

Jill hadn't even stopped fingering to listen - but she heard every word, because she whispered, "Don't let her do that, turn it all around on me. All I... god, I just wanted somebody to touch me for once! Does that seriously make me a horrible person?" When nobody answered, she widened her legs further and slid two fingers into her cunt. "AHH! GODDAMMIT, you guys are right! I'm a stupid slut, I'm ugly, I'm wrong! Libby didn't deserve what I did, CC doesn't deserve to be here - it was all me, I'm a bitch, I'm a selfish lez-bitch!"

Her crying was appallingly genuine; Libby could tell that much. It really had hit her when she began to actually invade herself that she was the only one who truly wanted this to take place, and that she had caused it to through the worst actions she possibly could have.

"You two should go. I... I'll finish this, and then I'll take another shower. I'm fine."

"The shower..." CC's hand went to her lips. "I've seen you doing this in the locker room before, only you do it in the shower. Nobody notices because the water washes away your juice, and the noise of it drowns out your heavy breathing. I- I never got that, I guess I just figured you had a really dirty twat. But you spend a lot of time washing it. A LOT."

"Uh-huh," Jill panted pathetically. "I... I guess now you know."

"You've done it standing right next to me - looking at me, even. At both of us, you... you were getting off right next to us and I never knew." Her eyes were wider than they'd ever been as she clutched at her stomach. "Wait; I've seen Libby's beaver before."

"Oh." Jill's brow furrowed and she stopped assaulting herself for just a moment. "You mean... you really weren't lying, Libby? This happened today?"

"YES!" Libby exclaimed, beyond enraged. "Didn't I tell you? Finally!"

"But HOW?! Unless..." Jill frowned as she continued moving her fingers idly. "Unless it was my wish."

That made Libby's blood run cold. "WHAT wish?"

"Well... for maybe the hundredth time, I wished that I'd find a girl with a dick, because then maybe I could be happy. I swear, though, I didn't specify which girl - just that I was tired of being alone!"

"Then it's your fault." Libby took a few steps forward and pushed Jill down against the bench, fingernails digging into her shoulders. "This happening to me, earlier with- it's ALL your fault, you slutty dyke!"

"Don't!" CC gasped, pulling at Libby's arm weakly. "She didn't mean anything by it, please don't fight!"

"All day long, I've been having a mental crisis, and the whole time-"

"How was I supposed to know it would WORK?!" Jill screamed, lip quivering. "I just wanted... I wanted this!"

When she grabbed Libby's dick again, Libby thrust into her hand immediately; as she had stated before, she was too horny to care what she fucked. When she didn't let go, Libby kept at it, moving faster and faster, panting like a dog in heat. Jill and CC watched this in wonder, then glanced at each other - and CC looked away quickly, studying the wall, unsure of what to do.

"You could put it in me," Jill said frantically, back to petting her kitty while she jerked Libby off. "I swear, I'll never tell anybody, and we don't have to bring it up ever again, it'll just be this one time!"

"IN YOUR DREAMS!" Libby bellowed as she bucked her hips, sweating up a storm. "Why don't you ask me to bang CC, though? I know you'd pay good money to see that!"

"I can't ask CC that - she's a virgin, she's never had one and yours is too big!" Jill made an awkward face when she realized what she'd said, then distracted herself by giving Libby a good squeeze - which prompted a yip of pain that mingled with the moans of stimulation. "S-sorry, CC, I didn't mean- I'm just looking out for you!"

"Look out for THIS!" Libby panted, then reached out and grasped CC by the neck, lowering the girl until her lips were just over Jill's. "Come on. You can't resist; you know how your cunt is feeling right now, how THIS feels in your hand! CC is right there for you. Sample her."

CC's face scrunched up into the expression people normally wear when they're about to get their first flu shot. "Please no," she said in a pained whisper. "Please don't do it, please, I don't like you that way..."

Instead of kissing her, Jill reclaimed both of her hands and threw her arms around CC's neck. "Oh God... this is why I didn't want her to know!" she shouted in Libby's direction, as if it had been entirely her fault. "I hate the thought of her looking at me this way, I... CC, I never wanted us to have to really think about stuff like this!"

Libby slowly stepped back until she was no longer on the bench and watched her friends hug for a moment. Though her eyes kept darting to the open, dripping cunt, she also noticed CC's plump behind was waggling to and fro. Something about the way it moved; it didn't just entice her cock, but it also said something about CC. Something...

AHA.

Libby took a quick step forward and relieved CC of her capris; she gasped, but only had a moment for her entire body to tense before Libby had her hand wedged beteen both trim thighs.

"She's wet, allright," Libby announced, satisfied with her powers of deduction. "Methinks the lady protesteth too much - and methinks I've proven it!"

"NO!" CC howled as she buried her face in Jill's shoulder. "No, it's- you got me all wrong, it's not because I want to, or anything! I..."

Libby's heart defrosted a tad as she heard the quality of CC's voice, so she placed a gentle hand on her back and asked, "Then what? No use in denying that you're turned on, but... if it's not Jill having a thing for you, then what it is?"

"Your stupid dick!" she sobbed helplessly. "I've never seen one before, and I can't stop- it's such a powerful SMELL, and for some reason it's doing things to me! But I'm not a lesbian, and I'm not a slut, I just- like you said about your dick, it's a reaction and I can't help it!"

Spotlight on Libby once again. "Oh."

"See?" Jill panted, arms still encircling CC's back. "It's not just me who wants to give it a test drive."

"Well, this is showroom-only." Libby grabbed it and started pumping; it was too ready, too aflame to pretend it didn't exist. "So you will have to make other arrangements."

Suddenly, CC stood up, weaving awkwardly because her pants were around her ankles. "Enough is enough, girls! I... I can't let you do this to me! Sure, I'm horny, but you guys keep talking like you're out of control because of how sexed-up you feel! That's bullshit!"

"Mostly Jill," Libby reminded her. "I was just in here trying to take a damn shower!"

Jill stood shakily, knowing she was losing this battle, and urged, "Don't you guys walk out on me, I- if I have to do this alone, I'll never forgive you!"

"Big whoop. Come on, CC."

But CC hadn't moved. When Libby's erection stabbed her in the hip, she wobbled and weaved, breath coming faster. "Mmhh..."

"See?" Jill goaded. "You want it. You want what Libby has. I understand; it's huge and red-hot."

CC shivered and grasped her elbows. "Stop trying to tell me how I feel. I'm not your lesbian girlfriend."

That hit Jill where it hurt; she covered her face with her hands. "I know that. It's scary, but I can't honestly tell if I want you to be that for me or not. But I do know that if Libby has something that will make you happy, you should have it... because I really, REALLY care about you."

Before she could form a thought, Libby found that Jill had flipped her with a flex of arms and twist of hips, and she was lying on her back on the bench. How the hell did she DO that? Judo? Since when did Jill study a martial art? Just as she was going to sit up and ask about it, she found an alabaster rear end lowering onto her face. She was being sat on.

"Jill?!" Libby asked frantically. Luckily for her, it stopped just above her mouth so she could breathe. After a moment's relief, she snapped, "What gives, you jerk?!"

"Come on, CC. Join me over here. I'll be right with you the whole time, this doesn't have to be scary."

Libby's blood froze. "Wait. What are you doing? Jill, answer me!"

"I don't know," CC was breathing in a meek little voice.

"Once, that's all; try it once. Didn't your mother ever tell you that if you don't try it, you won't know if you like it?" At that moment, she felt Jill's hand grasping her cock, but she didn't really start stroking it. She merely held, played her fingers across its surface. "You owe it to yourself, CC. Because you're dying to give it a whirl and we both know it, so if you don't... you'll only be hurting yourself."

"No, no, no," Libby panted - mostly to herself. The sweaty fingers moving up and down her length were driving her wild, but she didn't want to do this - she had truly begun to believe that she would escape that locker room without being taken advantage of, and now this!

Then she felt ten more fingers join them. CC relented. "It's so huge..."

"That's it. Just look if that's all you want." Jill's voice - and the fresh drip of cum that splattered onto Libby's cheek - betrayed how much she wished that wasn't the case. "Libby doesn't mind, do you, Libby?"

"I DO!" Libby yelped at once. But then she felt lips sliding along the tip, and she gasped out, "Don't I?"

"Tastes good," Jill said throatily. Then she sat back slightly and a spasm passed through her entire body. "WOW, it does. I g-guess I hadn't been expecting to like it."

"Please don't do it again," Libby requested.

"Why not?" Then Jill was moving her butt back and forth so her pussy ground into Libby's chin. "Don't you want to taste me? You're a guy, you have a cock. Aren't you supposed to want to eat my pussy?"

"Ew," Libby hissed as she felt the lubrication run down her chin, down her neck. One drip made it to her lips, and she let it roll inside. "You are sweet..."

"Damn right I am," she moaned when the tongue found its way into her silky folds. "Now that she's occupied with my needs... don't you want to try her cock?"

"No."

Jill licked it again, and Libby bit down on the nearest labia. "AH! Ooh, you like it rough, huh? I'll give you rough!"

"YAH!" Libby screamed when she felt the teeth against her shaft. "No, I do NOT like it rough, and if you don't want a fist in the cunt you'll keep from doing that again!"

"Maybe that IS what I want. Ever think of that?"

Libby felt herself growing pale. There was another nip on the underside, this one gentler but still painful, and she shrieked again. This time, having had enough, she reached in and grabbed a handful of pubic hair and pulled.

"YEOW!" Jill yelled, then whispered, "Why would you do that?"

"To get you to stop!" But then Jill bit her again, and she yanked again, and Libby hissed, "CUT IT OUT, I MEAN IT, I DON'T LIKE BEING CHEWED!"

"The last one wasn't me," Jill giggled.

"No... CC?! YOU bit me?"

"It looked like fun," CC breathed, voice full of enough shame for all three of them. "B-but if you really don't like it-"

"She does," Jill assured her. "She's just acting coy."

"NAH!" Libby moaned when she was attacked once more, this time on the head. "NO, STOP! IT'S NOT SEXY, IT ONLY FEELS BAD, I HATE THAT, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY!"

Both girls froze, and Jill moved away just enough to be able to see Libby's face; Libby could also see hers, and CC's a few inches further away. "Okay," Jill said in a frightened voice. "Okay, you really DON'T like it. My mistake."

"I don't really wanna do any of this," Libby sobbed. "But if you stoop to physically abusing me, I'll never, EVER forgive either of you. Got it?!"

Jill reached a hand back and touched Libby's cheek. "Don't sweat it. Just lick me clean and I promise not to hurt you." The very thought made Libby want to hurl, but it looked like she didn't have much choice. She nodded. "Good girl. Now here's a little reward..."

This time, when Jill's lips met Libby's head, they were parted and inviting with no teeth to be found. A moan ripped from Libby's throat as she was enveloped, taken to the hilt. She felt CC's hand on her sack (both of Jill's were on her thighs), kneading and coaxing more pleasure from every second. Nothing could make her want this to happen, but at least it no longer caused her pain. Clinging to that shred of optimism, she began returning the favor for Jill: drinking every bit of her.

'Sabrina tasted better,' she thought to herself. No matter, though; Jill's flavor was tolerable, and the texture was exquisite.

"See?" Jill gasped when Libby flopped out of her mouth, and Libby let out a wet cry at the feeling of cool air on her saliva-coated rod. "Nothing to it. You wanna try?"

"I can't do that," CC whispered fearfully. "I... I have a terrible gag reflex. My dentist has to put me under just to clean my teeth."

Jill laughed, genuinely amused, and so did Libby. "Okay, okay. Then do whatever you want. The sky's the limit."

Slowly at first, then with more speed as she gained confidence, CC started licking and suckling the tip of her new toy. Her lips never moved past the head because that would mean entering the throat, which she had already stated would have dire consequences, so she mostly played with lips and hands across its surface. Out of the corner of her eye, Libby noticed Jill's shirt flying across the locker room, then CC's; Jill's hands were busy, too.

"It's amazing," CC gasped out when she paused, too over-excited to go on until she had taken a step back. "I... god, it's everything I've ever wanted to try with boys, only I don't have to worry about screwing up because... because Libby just got her cock, so she's new at this, too! It's like training wheels!"

"Mph," Libby said, too occupied with Jill's tingling vulva to articulate. Then CC went back to what she was doing... and Jill joined her, she could feel the two distinct mouths on either side. This was a ploy, and an obvious one; this way, their lips would occasionally meet and Jill got what she most wanted from CC. Intimate contact.

"Ride it," Jill urged. When CC yelped, she went on, "I can see you touching yourself. Why not go for it if you're that turned on?"

"B-because that's going too far! Libby isn't- I mean, I wanted to wait for-"

"For your true love?" Jill snorted. "Please." But CC must not have liked that attitude, because she switched gears. "Listen, it will be just as special with him whether or not you've done it before. And this way, if Libby pops your cherry, it won't hurt as much next time."

"HURT?!"

"CC," Libby sighed condescendingly. "Okay, maybe you don't read enough Cosmo, but haven't you at least paid attention in health class? You bleed! Of course it hurts!"

CC stroked the rigid thing in front of her as she thought, causing Libby to flinch. "I knew it bled, I... guess I just didn't think past that very much. Maybe I don't want this yet."

"If not now, when?" Jill asked. "Libby's primed and ready to get this out of the way for you. And you'll probably have a great time doing it. And think about this: doing it with Libby is the only way you can lose your virginity with your two best friends in the room to support you, isn't it?"

Things were shifting in Jill's favor, and Libby was powerless; if she somehow found a shred of willpower and threw them off of her now, she'd still have a raging boner that needed to be placated. But it was a moot point; she didn't have any willpower. Jill had won a long time ago.

"Somebody fuck me," Libby panted, "or I'll just blow all over your faces. All the same to me."

A tense pause, then: "I want a condom."

"Oh, god," Jill sighed. "Well, I haven't got one."

"Me either!"

Libby gritted her teeth. "Do I have to do everything around here?! There's a couple in my purse for emergencies!"

"Really?" Jill asked silkily. "In case you have to bang any unsuspecting ladies?"

"Contraception," she replied in frosty tones, "is NOT just the responsiblity of the man. I've had those in case I got Harvey alone long enough to move beyond a casual make-out session."

"I'll be right back," CC said as she hopped off the bench and hobbled away; they both heard her stop and remove her pants, cursing, when she got tired of them hindering her walk.

"So," Jill whispered as she stroked Libby absentmindedly. "You're probably going to kill me when this is all over."

"Got that right."

"That's fine. I just... during practice, I saw balls hidden under that skirt, and for some reason my very first thought was, 'She could be using that on me.' Twisted, huh?"

Libby chewed on that for a moment as she chewed on Jill's lower lips. "I guess it's not. If I'd been interested in girls - before today ruined my whole life, I mean - finding one that could do what guys can would be like a dream come true. In a certain light, maybe all you did was the wrong thing for the right reasons."

"UNH!" Jill moaned when Libby went back to what she was doing. "Wow, for somebody who says she d-didn't go for women before lunch, you sure are good at that!"

Libby giggled into her cunt, knowing it would set her off even more. "Well, what can I say? I'm a quick study."

Jill went back to the fellatio with renewed gusto, and Libby's mind went blank - suddenly she was a total expert. "WHERE did you learn to DO that?!"

"Quick study," she panted. "Nah, that's a lie; in my case I practiced on carrots, then cucumbers. Figured it might come in handy someday."

"Time well spent, I guess!" Libby groaned as she reentered the throat of her friend, thrusting up and in and meeting no resistence. She privately hoped CC wouldn't come back so she could simply finish like this... but of course, it wasn't to be.

"Got it!" the girl anounced as she climbed onto the bench. "Here..."

Libby's nose scrunched up when she felt the latex being rolled down along her shaft. "Ew... that's really creeptastic. How can guys stand it?"

"It's good to go," Jill panted, stroking LIbby through the material to test it out. "I don't see any holes. You ready, CC?"

"As I'll ever be. Just... do you promise it'll be okay?" Jill must have nodded, because then Libby felt her cock banging into thighs. "Allright... here goes."

Pressure squeezed both sides of the head as something not TOO unlike Jill's mouth was fitted down onto the erection. It was really happening; Libby was going to steal another person's virginity with the monstrous, unnatural thing that had taken root on her body. But she forced herself to think more about the cunt she was devouring, about which way she should move her tongue... so she wouldn't think about the curly black hairs being trapped between her cock and the tightly-stretching pink hole it was invading. Then, as she had expected, she felt the sudden resistnace that gave way an instant later.

"YAAAIGH!" CC screamed, then started sobbing. "Ow, it- OW, that hurt!"

"What did you expect?" Jill said in a voice that was more kind than it was amused. "Come here."

From the vibrations, Libby somehow knew that they were embracing as CC adjusted to the new presence inside her. Aww, how sweet - but Libby didn't have all day.

"NH!" CC cried at the first thrust - and the second, and the third. During the fourth and fifth, she managed to grunt, "Sl-ow d-own!"

"Speed up," Jill moaned hungrily. Libby did so to both women, tongue whirling in circles as she rammed into CC without holding anything back. Jill was snarling like a feral cat and taking the Lord's name in vain, while CC was uttering a prayer to that same Lord that she would survive this encounter.

"I'm already gonna cum!" CC alerted them. "Are you gonna cum?"

Jill nodded. "Libby?"

"You better believe it," she told them. "I... this is gonna be a big one. You guys ready for the end yet?"

"Wait." There was some repositioning, and then she heard Jill's sandals hit the floor. "Sorry, that's been bugging me since we started." Now that her bare feet were cradling Libby's head, she said, "Are YOU ready for this, CC?"

"Uh-huh!"

That was all Libby needed to hear. Both of them cried out when she resumed her frantic pace, hips moving like they'd always known how to do this, tongue cramping from how much use it was getting today. But just as she reached the pinnacle, she heard CC shriek, and then two muffled groans of pure ecstasy. More likely than not, Jill had been unable to resist kissing her best buddy.

Then there were three muffled groans of pure ecstasy - much louder, too.

The girls slowly oozed to the tile floor of the locker room, panting and groaning, and crying out from long objects disembarking from tight holes. It took all the energy she had, but Libby just managed to turn herself around so she was pointing the same way they were, and she positioned herself behind CC, wrapping her arms around her waist so her hands just touched Jill's hips.

"Ooh," CC panted. "I... I still feel it on my ass... and it's still hard..."

"It'll go limp, trust me. Just... just takes a minute."

For a long time, nobody talked; what was worth saying? There probably weren't any words in the English language that would be adequate. So they laid there, letting their hearts settle, letting their respective organs regain their usual shape.

"You're welcome," Jill said at last.

"Oh, how dare you," Libby grunted, readjusting the way her chin had been resting on CC's shoulder so it stabbed less. "None of that was by choice on our part, so don't take credit when you should be taking blame."

"I dunno," CC mumbled, already half-asleep. "Kind of freaky, and not how I pictured becoming a woman, but... didn't turn out half bad."

"This isn't going to be a regular thing," Libby warned them in a serious tone. "This is a crazy, one-time happening. If you pull this shit again, I really won't forgive you."

Jill frowned. "I was afraid you'd feel that way. But... oh, don't make me keep blackmailing you, okay? Just go with it."

Libby started to retort, then sighed. "Fuck. I'm too wiped to keep talking about this now. We'll reconvene tomorrow." They all laughed.

Eventually, the three of them got just enough rest that they could pick themselves up and shower (they HAD been laying on the yucky floor). It was a lucky thing, too, because the creepy janitor knocked on the door just as Libby was putting the finishing touches on her hair. What would have become of them if he'd caught them in the nude together - with a used condom lying nearby?

Libby disposed of the evidence by wrapping it in a paper towel and tossing it down a storm drain. That was that.

Or was it? As the three of them headed for the slicery, she focused a lot more intently on the way Jill touched their arms, put her hands on their shoulders and linked elbows. Fun, innocent things... before she knew. Now they were TOO intimate, TOO invasive. CC didn't seem to mind much, but when Jill pinched her cheek, she and Libby did exchange a worried glance. All this time, Jill had been gunning for more than friendship. Maybe just with CC, but maybe not.

MAYBE.

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NEXT TIME: "Second Strung Along"