Her mother hadn't been cheated in the looks department, either. She was also tall and had a very nice shape. Her hair and eyes were brown. Stacy liked her mother, but not as much as she did her father. Her mother had always been a little cool toward her, but she didn't think it was because she and her father were so close. Her mother was a little strange, really, and she'd stopped giving much thought to that fact.
Stacy didn't see Betty until the lunch hour. They usually ate lunch together in the school cafeteria. She worried all morning, not sure what she should say or how she should act after seeing Betty having sex with the pony, but she needn't have worried. Betty just laughed when she saw her and asked how she'd relieved her tension.
"With my finger, as usual," Stacy said, smiling, glad that what'd happened hadn't made it difficult for them to talk to each other. "I'm sorry that I hauled tail like that, Betty, but after watching the swappers and then you with the pony – well, I just couldn't take any more."
"That's okay," Betty said. "I understand and I'm just glad that you don't seem to be disgusted with me. You aren't, are you?"
"No," Stacy said. "As I said before, what you do is your own business, Betty, and I just wish that I had the nerve to let myself go like you can. In some ways, anyhow! I'm not sure that I could ever do anything like that with any kind of an animal."
"I know how you can really prove that you still like me no matter what I did or do, Stacy. How about double dating with me tonight? I'll get a couple of guys and we'll go to a drive-in movie."
Stacy hesitated, then said, "All right. Who will you get for me? I don't want some rough boy who'll paw me instead of watching the movie."
"Let me surprise you," Betty said. "I'll get an older guy. One around eighteen. Somebody with enough sense to treat a girl only as she wants to be treated. Is that all right?"
"I guess so," Stacy said. "Yes."
Stacy couldn't keep her mind on her schoolwork that afternoon. She'd seen many boys hanging around Betty, and knew that the sexy girl dated many different guys, but she kept trying to guess which one might be her date that evening. She'd had very few dates in her life; she could almost count the times she'd even gone to a school dance with a fellow, and she was nervous and excited at the same time at the thought of double dating with Betty.
She figured that Betty would at least do some hot necking and she didn't want to freeze up and sit there like a bump on a log or some damn thing. Maybe she'd let her date at least cop some feels and maybe she'd even go further than that. If she liked him, of course.
Stacy also had trouble keeping her mind on her studies because of thinking about the exciting events of the night before. She'd masturbated herself to sleep, actually, and now she was just as sexy-hot as ever. It was a good thing that she wasn't like a boy, she thought. At least she didn't have to worry about her excitement showing in the classroom. She'd seen boys get erections and ask to be excused to go to the rest room. She'd always figured that they'd gone to masturbate. Or jack-off, as she knew it was usually called.
While thinking along those lines, Stacy decided that she'd do something that she'd never done before. She'd often gotten as hot as hell during school hours, but she'd always managed to wait until she got home. She wondered if she was becoming some kind of a sex nut, but that didn't keep her from raising her hand and getting excused.
There wasn't anybody else in the rest room. Stacy went all the way to the back and entered a stall. She slipped the lock bar into place and sat down on the toilet with the cover down. She was wearing a short, tight skirt, but she didn't think she dared take it off.
By spreading her legs she did manage to get her hand to her panty crotch. The panties were very tight and she decided to take them off when she had difficulty getting her finger between the brief garment and her inner thigh. She placed them on a handy hook and sat back down. She wasn't wearing stockings. She wished that she had time to play with her breasts, her already erect nipples, but she knew that she couldn't be gone from the classroom longer than a few minutes without taking a chance on being questioned.
She made sure that the hairs were parted back from her moist cuntal lips. A few times in the past she'd gotten careless in her haste to give herself satisfaction and a hair had entered with her finger. The hair had scratched the tender tissues and it'd been quite painful afterward.
Shoving a finger into her wet cunt, Stacy probed deep, clamping her inner muscles around the invader, hunching forward until her ass was on the very edge of the seat. Slowly finger-fucking herself, thrilling to the delightful sensations, she thought about how wonderful it'd just have to feel to have a hard prick sliding in and out of her tingling twat. Maybe she'd finally find the nerve to give it a try that very night!
She moved her slippery finger higher and flipped her erect clit. Maybe her date would use his tongue on her if she allowed him to. That'd undoubtedly feel great, super, and the fellows Betty dated probably performed cunnilingus without any qualms at all. A date would just about insist upon fucking her if he went that far, though, and by diddly damn she just might let him!
Betty had admitted to letting females as well as males go down on her. It was almost a sure thing that she sucked cocks, but did she also assume the aggressive role in lesbian sex? Maybe Betty would go down on her!
Stacy gritted her teeth to keep from moaning. She didn't think anybody had entered the rest room, but there wasn't any way that she could be positive of that without getting up and looking. It'd be embarrassing as hell to get caught frigging herself. Nobody could see her in the stall, though – except her feet and legs – and it'd just look as if she were taking a crap.
She'd stopped the movement of her finger while balanced right on the brink of an orgasm. She resumed her finger-fucking, probing deep, at the same time making contact with her stiffened clitoris. That passion-button seemed to be vibrating like crazy – and she closed her eyes and hunched wildly as the blissful spasms began.
It took her a couple of minutes to recover. She started to wipe her finger on some toilet tissue. Looking at the wet digit, she wondered how her juices would taste. It wasn't the first time she'd been curious, but something about the fact that she'd seen both males and females lapping a cunt caused her to impulsively lift her glistening finger to her mouth.
The faint odor renewed her excitement. Feeling very daring, she jabbed the tip of her tongue against her rapidly drying finger. Unable to really taste anything that way, she licked some of the juice off. The vaginal fluids tasted both sweet and salty. Not bad at all, she thought, surprised that she didn't feel depraved for tasting her juices. She didn't think the experience was unique with her, though, and it wasn't like getting the fluids from another girl in her mouth.
Wiping her finger and her cuntal lips with tissue, Stacy flushed the toilet and put her panties on. She wasn't really satisfied, and after seeing all the action the night before she didn't think she'd ever really be satisfied from masturbating again.
Leaving the stall, and seeing that nobody had entered, or if they had that they'd left, she quickly washed her hands at one of the wash basins. She made it back to the classroom and her desk without comment from the young female teacher, so she knew that she hadn't been gone too long.
The rest of the day dragged, but she managed to do her usual excellent work, and was even complimented by her history teacher for an essay she'd written on the Civil War.
Stacy usually rode a schoolbus home. Betty was waiting for her with two boys. Or young men. Because they were both eighteen, Stacy knew, from seeing their names in the paper having to do with their exploits on the football field.
Betty introduced them as Phil and Al, but Stacy knew that their full names were Phil Townsend and Al Stewart. They were both good-looking, both muscular, and Phil had light-brown hair and eyes, while Al had dark hair and eyes.