Fantasy League
Week Div — AFC — Divide and Conquer
There was still some part of Jamie McIntyre that was still there inside her but it was getting harder and harder for Reina to reconcile herself with the fact that she was also Chelsea’s mother and besides, the more time she spent as Reina, the more she was sure that she knew exactly who she really was.
Like her name. She knew what her name was. It was Reina Ogawa and like she came from a small town outside of Osaka, Japan. She knew that, too. It was obvious.
Or like she’d always been a very good student. She was always very attentive. She never spoke out out of turn and she always did what her teachers told her to do and her hard work had been noticed. When it had come time for a candidate to be selected for the foreign exchange program, her language teacher had suggested it to her.
“Why me?” she’d asked.
“Because your English skills are very good,” he’d told her. “That is very important in America. Most Americans only learn one language but it’s also because you are a good student. You are attentive. You do well in classes. In short, you would be an excellent representative of us when you are over there.”
When she’d gone home and told her parents what Mr. Miyagi had said, she almost could have predicted their responses. Mother was supportive of the idea but she was never going to overtly go against Father and Father was more reserved. He wasn’t sure he liked the idea of his little girl associating with all those Americans. They had strange ideas, he’d said, and they had strange ways of doing things.
“I know, Father,” Reina had told him. “That’s why Mr. Miyagi selected me. He said I could learn new things.”
“I’m not sure I want you to learn those things.”
“I understand that, too, Father, but Mr. Miyagi seemed to think I could benefit from the experience.”
“Hmmph. I’m not so sure I believe that.”
“Mr. Miyagi said there’s no one else to send.”
“I don’t think I believe that either.”
“It’s true, Father. He said there was no one else from our school that would be a suitable candidate. He said if I didn’t go, the honor would most likely go to some other school.”
“Honor?”
“Yes, Father. He said it was a great honor. He said it wasn’t just my language skills that would make me a good candidate. He said it was that I was a good student and that I would comport myself appropriately. He said that when people saw who I was, it would reflect well on everyone around me. On my town. On my school. On my family. On my parents.”
That at least was a compelling argument not that Reina would have called it an argument per se. She never would have argued with Father. She was merely telling him things that he might not already have considered.
Father hadn’t come around right away but in the end, he had relented and he’d signed the slip that would allow her to go to America. That day at the airport, he’d put his arms on his shoulders. “You be good now,” he told her. “You’re representing all of us.”
“I will Father,” she’d promised.
She remembered all of that and yet there was still this very little part of her that was trying to tell her no, that that wasn’t really who she was, but of course that was silly. Of course that was who she was because if that wasn’t who she was, who else could she be?
She wasn’t a bad girl, she told herself. She’d arrived in America and while some things had seemed strange, other things were almost instantly recognizable from the American movies she’d seen.
Chelsea and her mother had picked her up at the airport and they’d brought her home and it hadn’t taken her long to become acquainted with at least one very important part of her new American life and that was high school.
The boys had seemed to like her almost right from the very start.
She’d ended up in a Physics class and she’d found that the class consisted of almost all boys and some of them were talking bout stuff that she had no interest in or didn’t understand. Of the rest though, about half spent their time looking at her as if they hadn’t ever seen a girl before and the other half spent their time pretending that they weren’t looking at her when in point of fact they were. As far as Reina was concerned, it was all very hot and she couldn’t for the life of her understand why American girls didn’t take more science classes.
“Hey,” a boy named Greg had said when class was over. “You’re new here, aren’t you?”
Reina nodded. “I’m an exchange student. I’m from Japan.”
“You like Godzilla,” snickered one of his buddies before Greg elbowed him in the side. “You got to forgive Sam here. He doesn’t know how to talk to girls.”
“I do too. It’s girls that don’t talk to me,” Sam snickered.
The first boy shook his head. “Like I said, you’ve got to excuse Sam. He doesn’t have the social skills that some of the rest of us have. So you here long?”
“For the rest of the year.”
“Hey, that’s cool. So, you um, you like Physics?”
“I do okay,” Reina said, not wanting to brag that she’d always gotten the highest marks back home because after all, bragging showed a lack of modesty.
“Maybe you’d like some help.”
“Some help?”
“Yeah. You know. With your homework.”
That brought a snicker from Sam although for the life of her, Reina couldn’t see what was so funny about that. Still, she supposed it couldn’t hurt to make some friends in this strange, new country. “I guess maybe I could,” she said. “What’d you have in mind?”
“Well now, that’s a good question. How about you come with us and we can talk it over.”
“Okay.”
That was how Reina had ended up following Greg and Sam back behind the science building.
“You know, you’re pretty,” Greg had said.
“Thank you.”
“I think you’re cute,” Greg had said.
“Thank you,” Reina had said again although for the life of her, she had no idea what this had to do with studying.
“Do you have a boyfriend back home?”
Reina had shook her head. “Father would never have allowed that.”
“So I guess you’ve never been with a boy before.”
Reina had shook her head.
“Well you know, here in the States, girls like to spend lots of time with boys. It’s like their favorite thing to do so it seems to me that you’re kind of behind the curve already.”
“Uh oh.”
“Yeah, but you know me and Sam here could help you out.”
“Help me out?”
“Yeah, help you out. We could like teach you some of the things you don’t already know.”
“Like what?”
“Like have you ever sucked a cock before?”
Reina had shook her head no.
“Well you see, American girls love to suck cock. Like I said, you’re cute so if you wanted, we could let you kind of get the hang of it by sucking on our cocks.”
“Could you?”
“Sure.”
Reina really hadn’t been that stupid. She’d known that the boys had been leading her on but it amused her to let them do it and besides, there was one thing that was true. Father was strict and so far he hadn’t let her have a boyfriend so if these boys wanted to teach her something she didn’t already know, who was she to argue with that?
So she’d let the boys push her to her knees and when they’d taken their cocks out and when they’d pressed them up against her lips, she’d let them put those cocks in her mouth and she’d sucked both of the boys off until she’d made the both of them cum in her little, willing mouth.
She knew these things. She remembered them because she was sure they’d happened to her and yet there was still this little nagging part of her that was telling her that none of that was true.
But how could none of it be true, the little Japanese girl asked herself as she sat at a bus stop. How could she not be all the things that she remembered herself being?
“Hello, Jamie.”
It took a moment for Reina to realize what it was that the man had said. “Wait a minute. What did you just say?”
“I said ‘Hello Jamie.’ That is your name, isn’t it? It’s Jamie McIntyre, right?”
Jamie could feel the Reina persona slipping away from her like a bad dream. She couldn’t believe it but how could she have been so silly as to think she was a horny Japanese schoolgirl. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, that’s right. I’m Jamie McIntyre and you are?”
“The name’s Blake but that’s not important right now. What is important is that you are the wildcard.”
“The wildcard?”
“That’s right, the wildcard. Your job is to test the others.”
“I have no idea just what you’re talking about, Mister.”
“Of course you don’t,” Blake said. “That’s part of the job of the wildcard. The wildcard tests. The wildcard challenges but the wildcard doesn’t advance and the wildcard doesn’t really understand her place in the grand scheme of things. The wildcard just does what the wildcard does. It’s pretty much as simple as that.”
“Listen, I really have no idea just what the heck you’re talking about.”
“Of course you don’t but if you want to find out, all you have to do is to let Reina back out again.”
“What?!”
“You heard me.”
“What do you mean let her out?”
“I mean exactly that. I mean let her out. She’s still there, you know. She’s still bottled up inside you and she always will be. She is, after all, your fantasy but a word to the wise. You let her out again and the next time, there’ll be no way to stuff her back inside the bottle again.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jamie had spluttered.
“Of course you don’t. Just remember. The next time you won’t be able to get rid of her so easily. That’s all.”
Jamie was about to say something more when a horn honked. She turned to look but when she looked back at where the man had been, he was gone. What the fuck! Just where the hell had he gone?
Then on the other hand, did it really matter just where the heck he’d gone? Maybe all that really mattered was that he was in fact finally gone.
Well there was something else that mattered. What mattered was that she was standing at a bus stop and she had no idea just where the heck she was. Reina probably did but almost as soon as she’d thought that thought, Jamie pushed it away. She most certainly did not need to ask that girl anything.
Except of course where she was and how to get home. It would have been so much easier if only she’d had her car.
In the end, she hadn’t taken the bus after all. It seemed as if not only had Reina disappeared but so too had her purse and along with the purse went any bus fare that the girl might have had so Jamie had had to walk until she finally found a stranger who was willing to give her a ride the rest of the way home.
“Hey, mom,” Chelsea called out when Jamie finally came into the house.
“Chelsea.”
“I didn’t hear you drive up.”
“That’s, um, that’s because I had to catch a ride with somebody.”
“You did! Why’d you do that? Is there something wrong with the car?”
“No,” Jamie said quickly. “No. Nothing like that. I ... I just thought I ... I just thought I’d do something different.” There was no way that Chelsea had to know that this was an unplanned event.
“Oh, okay. Hey, um, Reina called.”
“Who?!”
“Reina. You know Reina. The little Japanese schoolgirl who’s staying in our spare bedroom the rest of the year. That Reina.”
“Oh, um, oh, okay. What did she want?”
“She said she’s going to be spending the night at a friend’s house. She wanted to know if that was okay.”
“What’d you tell her?”
“I told her it wasn’t my call. I told her that she could stay there as long as she wanted but I told her I’d tell you and I told her that if you called her back and if you told her to, she’d have to come home. How’s that sound?”
“It sounds great.”
Chelsea was still looking at her mom. “You know,” she said finally, “I think maybe there’s something you should know about her.”
“What’s that, Dear?”
“Well, she’s really good at putting on this act about how sweet and innocent she is but I’m not sure she’s all that sweet or innocent.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m just saying that she’s starting to get this rep around the school. She, um, she’s kind of easy and I think the boys know it, too.”
“I see.”
“So I guess what I’m saying is when she says she’s staying at a friend’s house, I’ve got to wonder if that friend is a male friend or a female friend. I just thought you should know.”
“So you think I should call her?”
“I didn’t say that. I just thought you should know. Hey, I got some homework to do before dinner. Is it okay if I go to my room?”
“Sure, Honey. Sure.”
Jamie couldn’t help but shake her head. Kids these days, she thought. They sure do have it easy.
Yeah, you could have it easy, too.
That voice inside her head. Where had that come from? It almost sounded like ... no, she told herself. No.
But it was like she could feel something surging up inside her. Even though she didn’t know exactly what that something was, she seemed to know intuitively that she didn’t want it to come to the surface. “No,” she whimpered. “No,” but it was almost there and then just when it seemed as if whatever it was was inevitable, whatever it was began to subside.
Jamie gulped as she felt whatever it was sinking back inside her.
That had been close, she told herself. She wasn’t even sure how it was that she knew that but she knew it had been close. It was like Reina was lurking somewhere inside her, just waiting for the chance to once more come to the surface and she knew that if it did happen, that would be all it would take. There wouldn’t be any stopping her and all it had taken to almost set her free was the simple thought that kids had it easy these days. If that was all it would take then she was going to have to watch each and every thought.
Jamie cooked some dinner for her and for Chelsea and after Chelsea was done, she went back to her room for some more homework although Jamie was sure it would be more talking on the phone than doing homework. She didn’t care. It gave her a chance though to kick back and relax.
The next day at work found Jamie putting the thought of Reina out of her mind. It was easy to do actually with the work that she had to do around the office. The routine was almost soothing as it provided a buffer between her and her personal life.
That night, Chelsea had a request for her. “I want to go to a concert, Mother.”
“What kind of a concert?”
“It’s a hip hop show. Jeanie and Lexi are going. Can I go to?”
“How much?”
“It’s sixty dollars.”
“Sixty bucks! Geez, Chelsea. What the hell are you thinking? I’m not made of money.”
“Yeah but it’s not like it happens all the time.”
“Uh huh.”
“Mother, it’s only sixty bucks.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” Jamie said. “All you’ve got to do is go to school and get good grades and if you do, then you get to go to more school but you’re going to find out soon enough that sooner or later, the gravy train’s going to come to an end.”
“I know that, Mother.”
“Do you? Do you really because sometimes I wonder if you really do know that.”
“I know it, Mother, but I don’t need you telling me what I do and what I don’t know.”
“Yeah? Sometimes, I wonder.”
“I know it,” her daughter said again and with that, she turned and she stomped off to her room.
Jamie couldn’t help but watch her daughter go. She was a good girl. Jamie knew that but sometimes it was like she didn’t have a brain in her head. If I had it as easy as she did, she thought, I’d certainly show her.
And suddenly it was as if Jamie could feel something welling up from inside her, something that seemed to trying to get out and suddenly she found herself running terrified back into her bedroom and then on into the bathroom. “No,” she tried to tell herself. “No. Stop it. I don’t want this.”
One look in the mirror confirmed her worst though. Her hair was already changing. It was already shorter and it was getting blacker by the moment.
“No,” she whimpered to no avail.
Her hair wasn’t the only thing that was getting shorter. Her clothes which had seemed to fit her just moments before now hung loosely on her more compact frame.
No, not her clothes, she told herself. These weren’t her clothes. These were Mrs. McIntyre’s clothes.
No wait. There was something wrong with that.
What was wrong was that she was wearing Mrs. McIntyre’s clothes or at least she was trying to wear them but there was no way these clothes were ever going to fit her. She should take them off, she told herself. She should take them off before she got caught.
And that was all it took to get herself slipping out of those clothes when something else caught her eye. “My breasts,” she cried out but even as her hands tried to up her breasts, she could feel them getting smaller. She could feel them reducing to little bumps.
She could feel them reducing down to the little bumps that she’d always had, Reina thought as she looked back at herself in the mirror and deep inside of her, she thought she could almost hear a small and totally insignificant voice whimper but what of it. She knew who she was. She was Reina and she’d always been Reina. It was who she was.
What she needed to do was to get out of there before anyone caught her. She crept out of the bathroom and there were her clothes just like he’d laid them out for herself on the bed. There was her schoolgirl’s uniform that she still liked to wear even though she was here in America and she didn’t need one. There was the bra that she didn’t really need but she ore anyways and of course, there were her Hello Kitty panties. Everything was exactly where it was supposed to be, well everything that is but her.
She quickly dressed herself and she paused for just a moment before she scurried on down to her room at the end of the hall.
It was good to be her, Reina thought. She did good in school and that was a good thing. She was respectful of her elders as a good girl should be. And then there were the boys. They all liked her, too. That was definitely a good thing.
And then there was Lance.
He was a boy at school and he really liked her or at least Reina hoped he did so when he’d asked her out to a concert in the park, she’d jumped at the opportunity.
The concert was on Saturday which was unfortunate, Reina thought because Saturdays meant there was no school and she did so like school but even if there was no school, that didn’t mean she couldn’t dress the way she wanted so even if it was a Saturday, Reina was still wearing her schoolgirl’s outfit when Lance came by to pick her up.
“You do realize that today’s a Saturday,” he’d said.
“I know.”
“You realize that means we don’t have school today, right?”
“I know that, too,” she’d said.
The boy just looked at her as if he were still trying to figure out why she was still wearing a schoolgirl outfit if they didn’t have any school but then he shrugged. Did it really matter why she was wearing a schoolgirl outfit the boy asked himself and right then and there he’d decided that it hadn’t mattered at all and besides, she looked damn cute in that outfit and he was hoping that in a rather short amount of time, he’d be seeing how cute she looked when she wasn’t wearing that outfit. “Are you ready to go?” he’d asked.
“Sure am,” she’d replied.
She’d heard about Lance Crenshaw even before he’d asked her out because the girls were saying that even if Lance wasn’t all that bright, he sure was a good fuck. She hadn’t known what that meant at first because they hadn’t taught her that word in the English classes that she’d taken back home but she’d soon figured it out on her own so when Lance had asked her out to the concert on the green, she’d jumped at the chance to go out with him.
But now for the moment at least, she was alone and looking down over the crowd of people in the park while Lance went off to get some food. “You enjoying yourself?” a man asked.
Reina looked at the man. She had the feeling she should know the man but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember where she’d seen him but for some reason, she had the feeling that his name might be Blake.
“Do you like being Reina?” the man asked.
That was an odd question, the girl thought and for just the briefest of moments, she thought that there was a tiny, little insignificant voice inside her that was trying to scream out but in the next instant, Reina answered the man. “I love being Reina,” she said and the insignificant voice was silent.
“That’s good,” the man said. “I was wondering though if since I did something for you, maybe you could do something for me.”
The girl didn’t even bother to ask herself what the man had done for her even though if she had, she would have been hard pressed to remember anything. “Sure,” she said, “if I can.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can. It’s about those two women there. Do you see them?”
Another odd question. In the mass of people there in the park, how could she identify just two people and yet Reina was sure she knew just which two the man meant. The two women were almost standing together. “I see them,” she said.
“Good. I want you to divide them up.”
Reina looked back at the two women. Divide them up? What the heck did that mean but when she looked back at where the man had been, he was no longer there.
“Hey.” It was Lance coming back with their refreshments.
“Come on,” Reina said and suddenly she was pulling a startled Lance behind her.
The schoolgirl was threading her way through the crowd and even though she’d lost sight of both women, she seemed to know exactly where it was that she was going and then suddenly she was pulling up short. “Hey,” she said. “What’s your name?”
The woman turned around. “My name’s Lenore,” she said with a giggle. “What’s yours?”
The woman didn’t seem very smart and if only for a moment, Reina couldn’t help but wonder if maybe she might have made a mistake but in the next instant she knew. She hadn’t made a mistake. “My name’s Reina,” she said.
“Reina? That’s a cute name.”
“Uh huh.”
“Is there something I can do for you?”
“Huh?”
“You stopped me. I figured you wanted something.”
“Oh yeah,” the little schoolgirl said. She’d been in such a hurry to get to the blond that she hadn’t thought about what she was going to do next.
“Did you forget why you wanted to talk to me?” Lenore asked knowingly and then she laughed. “Don’t worry. It happens to me all the time.”
“It does?”
“Oh yeah. It’s like you know you want something and then something else you want distracts you and you forget the first thing you wanted. It happens to me all the time.”
“Oh.” Reina had lost track of the other girl but she figured as long as she had Lenore occupied, that had to count for something.
“It’s like your friend there,” Lenore said conspiratorially.
“Who? You mean Lance?”
“Mmm yeah. I find him very distracting.”
“Do you now? Well now, I’m sure Lance and I would like to hear more about that, wouldn’t we, Lance?”
“Huh?”
Reina shook her head. God, he was almost as dense as Lenore was and that’s when Reina had the idea. “Say, Lenore, do you really like Lance?”
“Mm yeah. He’s dreamy.”
“Maybe you’d like to kiss him.”
“What? You mean like here?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?”
“Me mind? No, I wouldn’t mind. In fact, I’d kind of like to see it.”
“We’ll if you’re sure,” and when she was sure that Reina was sure, Lenore stepped forward and she kissed Lance.
“Come on, Lenore. You can do better than that.”
“Are you sure?”
“Come on, Lenore. You know the answer to that. I’m sure.”
“We’ll okay. If you’re sure,” and with that, Lenore gave Lance an even juicier kiss.
“Say, Lenore, I think Lance here would like to see your tits. Is it okay if we showed him those.”
“What? You mean here in front of all these people?”
The ditzy blond had a point there but Reina had an answer ready. “I know a place where we can go. You want to do it? You want to show him your tits?”
“I don’t know.”
“I think I understand. It’s kind of bold. It’s kind of daring. It’s the kind of thing that a really smart girl would do. That’s why I thought you’d want to do it.”
“Really? You think I’m smart?”
“Sure,” Reina lied.
“We’ll I guess. I mean if you think I’m smart—”
“I think you’re smart. Come on. Let’s go do it.”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on. It’ll be fun.”
Lenore finally relented and soon Reina was leading the trio to a quiet secluded part of the park that she remembered finding days ago. “We can do it here,” the girl said. “You can show Lance here your breasts.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” Reina aid encouragingly. “Go ahead here and show Lance here your breasts.”
After one last look around, Reina lifted up he top to show off her ample breasts.
It was clear that Lance certainly liked what he was seeing. “I think you should let Lance here feel up your breasts,” Reina said.
“Do you think I should?” Lenore asked.
Reina couldn’t help but love what she was doing. The other two were just so clueless and they were so willing to follow any direction. “Yeah,” she said. “I think you should.”
Lenore looked at Lance. “Okay,” she said, “you can feel up my breasts.”
The boy put his hands on Lenore’s breasts.
“This sure is nice of you letting Lance feel up your breasts,” Reina said.
“Um, it’s okay.”
“No, I mean it. It’s really nice but as long as you’ve come this far, don’t you think you should go a little bit farther?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean look at the way Lance here is enjoying your breasts. Don’t you think you should go a little further?”
“A little further? Like what do you mean?”
“Like maybe you can give Lance here a little peak at your panties.”
“Um, I don’t know about that. That seems like a little bit too much.”
“I don’t know. You’ve already let him feel up your breasts. You’ve already let him come this far. I think if you stopped now, people would call you a tease now, would you?”
“No-o-o.”
“It’s up to you but if I were in your position, I’d open up my jeans and I’d show him my panties. I just can’t see as how you have any other choice in the matter.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“I know I’m right so why don’t you go ahead and open up those jeans.”
Lenore was still trying to figure out how to get out of it but in the end, she had to agree that the little schoolgirl was probably right. After all, ever since she’d stopped thinking, she’d had to let others do the thinking for her and sometimes that just meant you had to do why other people said whether you wanted to or not so after another moment of hesitation, she finally opened her jeans so that Lance could see her panties.
This time, Lance didn’t need any direction. Almost as soon as Lenore had opened her jeans for him, he was there and he was sliding his hand in between her legs.
“Hey,” Lenore cried out.
“What?” Reina asked.
“He’s touching my pussy.”
“Actually, I think he’s touching your panties. It’s your panties that are touching your pussy.”
“Yeah, but—”
“And besides, it feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah but—”
“Admit it. Wouldn’t you really rather have his cock touching your pussy instead.”
“Y-yeah.”
“Well if that’s what you want him to do, I think you know what you need to do.”
Lenore knew. She hesitated for a moment longer but after that, she was pushing her jeans on down past her hips and that was all the invitation that Lance needed. No sooner had Lenore pushed her jeans down than Lance was pulling her to him and as he turned her around, he was sliding Lenore’s panties down and now that really was his fingers that were stroking her pussy.
“Oh yeah,” Lenore moaned.
Already, Lance had his cock out and Reina couldn’t help but be impressed. Maybe she should have kept him for herself she thought.
But even if she was having second thoughts, Lance sure wasn’t. He pressed up behind Lenore and then he pushed his cock into her wet and waiting pussy.
“Oh yeah,” Lenore moaned again and then without even having to be told to, she bent over so that Lance could have an even better access to her pussy.
There was no doubt that she wasn’t needed anymore, Reina thought. Heck, for that matter, she wasn’t even sure if Lance and Lenore still knew she was around. It was too bad. You didn’t get action like that back home in Japan but if what she’d seen already at the concert was any indication, Lance wasn’t the only guy around here who could give a girl what she needed.
Reina was feeling pretty good about herself as she stepped out of the secluded glade where Lenore and Lance were still going at it and she was feeling pretty good about the way things had gone. Her job had been to divide and she’d definitely kept the two girls divided but before she could pat herself on the back, she saw a big breasted brunette coming her way.
She shook her head. No way. It just wasn’t fair. She’d done what she was supposed to do and yet here was the other girl coming her way. It just wasn’t fair.
It looked like the girl was going to walk on by but Reina wasn’t about to leave that to chance. What if the busty brunette suddenly stopped. What if the busty brunette heard something from the glade and decided to go investigate. Right then and there, Reina decided that if her job was to divide then the best thing she could do was distract the busty brunette. “Hey,” she said.
The brunette looked at the girl. “Hey,” she said back.
“Nice tits,” Reina said.
The brunette could barely hide her disdain for the insignificant, little bumps on the other girl’s chest. “Thanks,” she said.
“What’s your name?”
“Megan. Why?”
“I’m Reina and I was just wondering how those were working out for you.”
“How what’s working out for me?”
“How your tits are working out for you? I mean, if I was a guy, I think I’d have trouble focusing on anything else but those tits of yours.”
Megan smiled. “Now that you mention it, I haven’t had any complaints.”
“Mmm but you see that’s just the problem. Look at me. I’m so cute and sweet and innocent. That’s what boys see when they see me. They see the whole me. Know what I mean?”
Megan laughed again. “Like I said. I haven’t had any complaints.”
“Yeah but look at me. Look how cute I am from the ponytails in my hair to my sweet, little face, to my cute, little body. Did you know I’m even wearing my Hello Kitty panties? But then I’m always wearing those.”
Megan shifted nervously. “I’m not sure I get your drift.”
“Ah but I think you do. I’ve got you interested now. Sweet, little girl like that. You’ve got to wonder how she is in bed.”
“I ... no.”
“No? You mean yore not wondering what it would be like to have my sweet, little mouth on your wet pussy.”
“What? No.”
“Maybe you’re wondering instead if I’ve told the truth. Maybe you’re wondering if I really am wearing my Hello Kitty panties but then there’s only one way to really find out. Wouldn’t you like to pull them down?”
“I ... I—”
“I know I’d like to have you pull them down. Come on now. Run your hand over my tight, little body. That’s it. Stroke me. Stroke my body. Now ask yourself this. Is she really wearing her Hello Kitty panties?”
Reina didn’t need a response from Megan. She already knew what the other girl was thinking.
“Go on. That’s it. Lift up my schoolgirl skirt.”
“What? You mean here. Here in the park.”
“Sure. Why not? You know you want to.”
“Y-yeah.”
“But you know if you do, you’re going to have to eat my pussy.”
“Mmm.”
“You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“But you still want to see?”
“Yes.”
“Kneel then.”
Megan didn’t even question why she was being asked to kneel. She just knelt.
“You know what to do. Lift up my skirt and tell me what you see.”
Megan did as she was directed to do. “I see your Hello Kitty panties.”
“Yes you do and what are you going to do now?”
“Take down your panties?”
“That’s it. You’re going to take down my panties and you’re going to tell me what you see.”
Megan did as she was told to do. “I see your pussy,” she said.
“My hairless pussy.”
“Yes.”
“My little, hairless pussy. My little, WET, hairless pussy.”
“Yes.”
“I’ll bet you want to know what it’s like to lick that pussy.”
“Yes.”
“Lean back for me.”
Again, Megan did as she was told to do.
“I want you to touch yourself for me. Can you do that? Can you touch yourself for me while you lick my pussy?”
“Yes.”
This was going to be easier than she’d thought it would be, Reina thought as she slid her pussy in over Megan’s willing mouth and oh my God yes, Megan’s mouth or at least her tongue was certainly willing. She’d been wet enough already from watching Lance and Lenore go at it and now this. Oh my God.
Yes, it was going to be easy and Reina was a bit surprised. She’d really never thought of being with a girl before but all it had taken was this and ...
And oh my God. She was cumming. Yes! Oh my God. That felt so good and yet ...
And yet something was missing. She looked down at the girl still beneath her and she knew instinctively what that was. “Did you like that? Do you like eating my pussy?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll bet you did. I’ll bet you seen now what’s so great about being a cute girl with cute, little tits but there’s something to be said for your way, too. Your breasts are practically popping out of that top you’re wearing. I’ll bet you can’t wait to show the cute girl your tits, can you?”
“Yeah.”
“Go ahead then. Take off your top.”
Again, Megan did as she was told to do and Reina couldn’t help but admire Megan’s body. She wore bras, too, from time to time but it wasn’t really like she needed to. It was just that sometimes the uniform required it but this, this was different. This was a bra that was meant to work. This was a bra that was designed to restrain Megan’s massive tits and Reina couldn’t help but feel turned on by it. Was this what boys felt when they looked at a girl with big tits, she wondered.
“Could you, um, could you take that off for me?”
Megan seemed to have sensed that the tide had turned a bit in her direction. “Of course,” she said and she removed her bra so Reina could see.
“Could I, um, could I suck on those?”
“Of course.”
Reina couldn’t believe it. She really did like sucking on those tits with their big, fat nipples. She still liked boys better but she liked this, too, and that’s when something else occurred to her. The other girl had made her cum. Maybe she should return the favor.
“What are you doing?” Megan asked.
But already, Reina had her hand pushed down inside the other girl’s panties and Reina could feel how wet Megan was.
“Oh my God,” Megan moaned.
Reina was still kissing Megan’s nipples even as she looked up at her with her big, dark eyes. “You like this?” she asked.
“Y-yes.”
Reina’s fingers were working Megan’s clit. “Are you going to cum for me?” she purred.
“Oh my God.”
“Are you?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to do it now?”
“Yes,” Megan moaned and them almost as if to prove the point, Reina could feel the other woman’s pussy cumming on her fingers.
“That was fun,” Reina Sid when they were done.
“Yes.”
“Maybe we should go back to your place and do it again.”
“Yes,” Megan agreed.
It really was as easy as that to divide the two women up, Reina thought as she and Megan walked away but then that was her job. She was the wildcard. She divided them up and only one would move on.