Listening to Jack
Part 23
Emily guessed that she was going to be a little late for school, but she didn’t really care. She’d just spent the last fifteen minutes sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter having her sweet, delectable pussy being expertly pleasured by an extremely talented tongue. She also supposed under ordinary circumstances her mother might be mad that she was going to be late … but considering it was her mother’s extremely talented tongue that had brought her to three screamingly great orgasms, boom, boom, BOOM, one right after the other … well, she guessed that she wasn’t going to get in too much trouble.
So, after she’d finally managed to compose herself – barely – and after she’d remembered to put her skimpy shorts back on, Emily gave her mother Chelsea a loving goodbye kiss on the cheek, and then skipped out to the front door, feeling rather pleased with how her morning was going. Her own brand-new headphones – along with a red gym bag, full of little boxes – were waiting for her by the front door, just as Jack had promised. The new headphones appeared to be a little smaller than the ones Jack had given her previously, still chrome plated, but with purple and orange blinking lights this time. She scooped everything up without even thinking about it, along with the bag, fitting her new gift to her ears as she started up her car. Before she’d even pulled halfway out of the driveway, she’d
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found herself cheerfully humming along to the familiar tuneless static she’d come to enjoy listening to so very, very much, and headed over to Kimmy’s house.
As it turned out, Kimmy and her parents lived just a couple of blocks away from Donna, in one of the fancy townhouses on the south side of town. It only took Emily a couple of minutes to drive over there … and by the time she’d arrived, Emily was absently taking off her new headphones, still happily humming as she carefully tucked them away in the glove compartment for safekeeping. She still didn’t know Kimmy all that well – she knew the petite, skinny little brunette was a freshman, sort of geeky but friendly, and the fact that she’d made the varsity cheerleading squad her first year at Patriot High was kind of impressive.
That, and Kimmy was really, really flexible.
That, and from what Emily remembered of the notorious pool party at Dawn’s house over a week ago, Kimmy was really fucking good at eating pussy. Maybe not as good as her mother … but still really good.
So it was with dreamy thoughts of Kimmy’s pink tongue buried deep in her own juicy snatch that Emily pulled up in front of the townhouse where Kimmy lived. Even from where Emily was sitting in her car, she could hear voices coming from inside the house. Shouting voices, heated and angry. Kimmy was sitting on the steps outside leading to the front door, looking up dully at the sky, her eyes bleary and bloodshot. Her dark hair was braided into pigtails, as usual, and she wore a supertight black denim miniskirt – not quite as short and revealing as Emily’s shorts, but darn close. From the way she was sitting on the steps, Emily could also tell that Kimmy was wearing a cute pair of tiny pink thong panties. Kimmy was also wearing a bright pink cutoff t-shirt, one that showed off her toned midriff quite nicely … and one that had the word WHORE! proudly written across her perky chest in big, bold letters.
“Hey,” Emily called out, as she rolled down her car window, “can you do me a favor, Kimmy? Jack wanted to make sure that your mom got something important this morning.” She quickly rummaged through the faded red gym bag sitting next to her, and fished out a large white box, maybe the size of a laptop computer. The box was sort of heavy, and Emily found she needed both hands to hold it properly. “It really can’t wait. Jack said this was important.”
“Yeah, uh … sure,” Kimmy replied, as she got up and walked over to Emily’s car. She glanced uneasily over her shoulder back at the front door of her house, then at Emily. “This is going to make Jack really happy, right?”
“Absolutely,” Emily said. She thrust the box out of the window at Kimmy. “Super happy.”
Kimmy took the box from Emily, her hands shaking slightly. “O-okay,” she mumbled. “For Jack, sure … he still wants to be with me, right?”
“Of course he does, silly!” Emily said with a laugh. “And look, he even has a present for you, too.” She patted the gym bag. “New headphones. Special ones, just for you.”
Kimmy’s eyes widened. “For me?” she said. “Wow, okay … hold on, I’ll, um, be right back!”
Emily watched curiously as Kimmy headed back to the townhouse. The shouting voices grew louder and even angrier as the slender pigtailed teenager briefly opened the door, scurrying inside … and then there was the sound of shattering glass, and things slamming and thudding around. Kimmy appeared a few moments later, practically sprinting over to Emily’s car, her face pale and sweaty.
“Can … can I have my headphones now, please?” Kimmy asked, as she slid into the backseat. “Please, I need them … I need Jack, too …”
“The headphones, you can have now,” Emily replied coolly. She pulled a smaller box out of the bag, and passed it back to Kimmy. “As for Jack, you need to wait. So settle down. Maybe if you do everything he wants today – and I mean everything – and if you’re a good little slut, maybe – just maybe – Jack might have you stop by our house tonight. Maybe.”
“That would be awesome,” Kimmy whispered, as she took the box. “You’re amazing, Emily … thank you, I … I wish I could be as lucky as you are … and Jack’s so nice …”
Emily looked up at the rearview mirror, fascinated by the sight of Kimmy’s trembling hands fumbling with the box, finally managing to open it and take out her new headphones. She looks like a heroin addict who just scored some seriously good smack, Emily thought wonderingly, as Kimmy slipped her new gift onto her ears, wow, she’s such a loser … huh. Yellow and purple lights … ?
… I’ve never seen just yellow and purple before … that’s a weird combination …
With a shrug, Emily started driving to Donna’s house, letting Kimmy bop along in peace to whatever tuneless song of static was coming out of that particular special present.
Donna lived less than a quarter of a mile away, closer to the park, over in the older – and richer – part of town. As Emily pulled up in front of the tall, lavender Victorian house where Donna lived, she noticed that much like Kimmy, Donna – her best friend in the whole world – was already outside, sitting on the front porch, staring blankly at her phone.
And much like Kimmy, Donna didn’t look particularly happy.
Why is Donna upset? Emily wondered, feeling puzzled. She got to go to San Diego … Jack told me she’d have so much fun there with Dawn …
Emily certainly thought her friend was dressed like she’d been having fun, anyway, and maybe even wanted to have more fun later in the day as well. Donna was wearing a crisp, pleated plaid skirt, gray and pink and black, that rose well above her knees … and while Emily couldn’t quite see underneath Donna’s skirt, the way she could with Kimmy, she didn’t have the slightest doubt that beneath that cute pattern of plaid Donna was totally going commando. Donna also wore a short-sleeved white blouse, the top couple of buttons undone to show off both the black lace bra she wore underneath it and the succulent tits contained in said bra … which Emily thought went perfectly with the white knee-high stockings and shiny black patent-leather shoes that Donna also had on. And with the black-and-pink polka dot bow Donna wore in her dark hair …
… Donna’s gorgeous, Emily thought dreamily. So sexy … I could suck on those tits of hers for hours … and I’d love to kiss the small of her back, and her ass … stick my tongue in her asshole and make her squirm … Daydreams of bending Donna over her lap ran lazily through Emily’s head, with that cute plaid miniskirt pulled up way above her best friend’s slender waist, smacking that pale, pert bottom of hers with a wooden paddle until it turned angry shades of splotchy red, and Donna began to blubber and beg for her to stop …
It took Emily a moment to realize that her right hand had wandered right smack dab into the crotch of her slutty shorts. And that her fingers were furiously rubbing her pussy through the white denim fabric, making her feel all sorts of warm and tingly and good.
Reluctantly, Emily stopped. She knew that
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Not yet, anyway.
“Hey, slut,” Emily yelled out of her car window, “how much do you charge for blowjobs?”
Donna looked up, a thin smile briefly crossing her face as she finally noticed her best friend’s car idling in front of her house. She grabbed her book bag, throwing it over her shoulder before ambling on over to the Civic, giving Emily a good-natured middle finger as she approached.
“Hey yourself,” Donna replied, as she climbed into the car next to Emily. “Been a while … good to see you, you sexy bitch.” She leaned over in her seat, giving her blonde best friend a kiss and slipping her some tongue before clicking on her seatbelt. “Even better without your dopey little horndog brother. Glad he’s not here. Although …” She jerked a thumb back towards Kimmy, who was obliviously bopping her head around to some strange, silent rhythm. “What’s the matter with her?”
“New headphones.”
“Ah.” Donna nodded in understanding. She looked glumly down at the gym bag that was resting at her feet. “No new ones for me?”
Emily shook her head.
“Fuck,” Donna muttered. “I was hoping … did Jack say he wanted me to come over today? After school, at least?” She reached into her purse, taking out a pair of oversized sunglasses, which she slipped on over her red-rimmed eyes. “I haven’t seen him in days, let alone fucked him … God, I want to fuck him. He’s not mad at me again, is he?”
“No, of course not,” Emily said reassuringly. “He thinks you’re the best, you’re one of his favorite sluts, you know that, right? I promise. Trust me.” She patted her best friend’s knee comfortingly before pulling the car back onto the road, heading towards school. “I’m sure he’ll invite you over tonight, at the latest.”
“You think?” Donna replied eagerly.
“Oh, I
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know he will,” Emily said confidently. “You’re one of Jack’s favorites. Not like …” She cast a sour glance briefly back in Kimmy’s direction. “You know. Not just a warm hole where he can stick his dick, like that useless piece of shit.” She drummed her fingers idly on the steering wheel. “Anyway, what’s up with you? You look … I don’t know, down in the dumps. What’s going on?”
“Lots of stuff,” Donna said. A weary sigh escaped her lips. “Mom and Dad came home from their trip to Italy while Dawn and I were in San Diego, and they didn’t know I was gone. So I guess they freaked out. Jack, though, I guess he straightened everything out with them … he talked to my mom the other day, so everything’s cool now, I think. At least with Mom. I don’t know about Dad. He’s still acting a little weird.”
“Oh, good.” Emily beamed happily at her best friend. “And San Diego … it was, like, super amazing, right? No way it wasn’t.”
“Not … um, I guess it was,” Donna said quietly. “I mean, we went there for Jack, so of course it was great and everything, but … well, there was this old guy there, and his friend. They were Japanese, I think. I know they were both kind of fat and gross. And smelled funny, too.” She chewed her lip, staring down at her flip-flops as she twisted her small hands together. “They, like, gave us two big briefcases … I don’t really remember what was in them, though. And then they mostly just asked Dawn and I to do some really freaky shit with each other while they, um, watched. And took pictures and videos. And they jerked off while they watched.”
“Oh,” Emily said. She frowned. Jack said that Donna and Dawn were going to have an amazing time in San Diego, she thought, he told me that, he promised… that doesn’t really sound all that amazing. “But you still had fun, right?”
“Definitely, yeah,” Donna said brightly … although Emily kind of got the odd feeling that Donna was saying that like she wanted to believe that, not that she really believed it. “Dawn and I spent a lot of time sixty-nining each other – seriously, those guys couldn’t get enough of watching us do that – and Dawn really knows how to get a girl off. I kind of lost track of how many times she made me cum.”
“Dawn’s really good like that,” Emily said with a knowing grin.
“I know, right?” Donna’s brown eyes gleamed with lewd satisfaction. “I also got to fuck Dawn doggystyle with a strap-on a couple of times – seriously, those guys couldn’t get enough of that, either1 – and they had me wear a cowboy hat and scream ‘ride ’em, cowboy!’ and slap her ass super hard while we did it that way. So weird.” She chuckled softly, shaking her head in resigned disbelief. “But, like, Dawn came like a dozen times while we did it that way, easy, and squirted so much she totally soaked the sheets on the bed … and I guess it was, like, really fun, ’cause I came once or twice myself while I was giving it to her.”
“Mmmmm.” Emily licked her lips. “Delicious.”
“Sure was,” Donna said. “After that, though … the Japanese guys wanted to, um, get involved more. So the really old guy fucked me once. He kept licking my face and my neck while we were doing it. And slapping my tits, and mumbling a whole bunch of shit in Japanese that I didn’t understand. So I guess, um, that was kind of hot.” She shifted around uncomfortably in her seat. “I kept trying to think of Jack while we fucked. I wanted to close my eyes and pretend I was fucking him instead, but … I couldn’t. I just kept looking up at the old gross guy’s face, like I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. His friend took Dawn in the shower while we were doing it, and I think they fucked in there once or twice.”
“Oh,” Emily said. She frowned again. “But it still was, like, crazy fun, right? You loved it, right?”
“I guess. Yeah. Sure. Of course I did, right?” Donna glanced back over her shoulder at Kimmy, who was still listening intently to her new set of yellow-and-purple blinking headphones. “Can we talk in private in a little bit, just you and me? I know Kimmy can’t hear us right now, but … you know, just in case. I want this to, y’know, just be between the two of us.”
“Yeah, sure.” Emily glanced over at Donna, a look of concern on her face as she pulled into the high school parking lot. “You okay, Donna? You look sick or something.”
“Or something,” Donna sighed again. She stared dully out of the car window, watching the curb with mild disinterest while Emily brought the car to a stop at the side of the school. “I don’t know. My head hurts a lot lately, and I just feel really tired, and confused, and this morning I threw –”
“I want to fuck Jack,” Kimmy blurted out suddenly, interrupting Donna. “Ohmigod, I want him so bad right now, I need his cock inside my pussy … please, Emily.” She clasped her hands together on top of her knees, fidgeting restlessly in the back seat of the car. One of the earpieces of Kimmy’s headphones had fallen down into her cleavage, and Emily could see that the yellow-and-purple lights of the freshman cheerleader’s new gift were blinking like crazy, almost blindingly bright as they flickered at a frantic pace. “Please, just drive me to your house, let me fuck him, you don’t understand, I can’t think about anything else, I need him so fucking much, I– ”
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“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Emily said irritably, as she interrupted Kimmy’s plaintive, desperate babbling. “Wah, wah, wah, boo fucking hoo. You’re so fucking annoying.” With even the slightest hesitation, she reached towards the back of the car and grabbed Kimmy by the throat, wrapping her fingers around the pigtailed teenager’s slender neck and squeezing it gently … but firmly. Firm enough to make Kimmy’s eyes grow wide with apprehensive fear – and more than a touch of nervous excitement as well.
“Em?” Donna asked tentatively … although she certainly sounded excited as well. “What are you doing?”
“Teaching Kimmy a lesson,” Emily snapped. “Donna, get in the back of the car. Make sure that Little Miss Whinybitch here does something useful with that mouth of hers.” Emily glared angrily at Kimmy, who was still cowering in the back of the car, then looked back at Donna. “Make sure she eats you out to one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had. If she doesn’t, then she’s off the cheerleading team.”
“But Emily, you can’t –”
“Jesus, Kimmy, shut up, huh?” Emily said, rolling her eyes in disdain. “Nobody wants to hear you talk, bitch. Just take off your clothes. All of them.”
“What, here?” Kimmy asked nervously. She glanced out the rear windshield of Emily’s Civic. A fair number of students were walking through the parking lot, some passing just a couple of feet in front of them, heading to the front doors of Patriot High before the first morning bell rang. “But what if someone –”
“Oh, that’s what I’m hoping for,” Emily replied coolly. “If you get totally naked and if you make Donna happy right now, I promise Jack will fuck the ever-loving shit out of you tonight, until you’re ready to pass out. But if you don’t, I’ll tell him what a totally useless failure you are, and when he hears that, he won’t even want to touch you again, let alone fu–”
In a flash, Kimmy whipped off her pink t-shirt, immediately confirming Emily’s suspicions that the horny pigtailed teenager wasn’t wearing a bra. Guess I found the right way to properly motivate a rookie cheerleader, Emily thought with smug satisfaction, as she watched Kimmy proceed to yank down her miniskirt and panties. Meanwhile, Donna quickly got out of her seat, car doors opening and slamming shut in rapid succession as she scooted into the back of the Civic with Kimmy … and it was only a matter of seconds before the randy, raven-haired beauty had hiked up her skirt way above her waist, lewdly spreading her legs wide open and brazenly exposing her bare, glistening cunt to the wide-eyed freshman. Kimmy immediately planted her face between Donna’s thighs, and began ravenously licking her pussy, stripped down to just a pair of dirty white tennis sneakers as she knelt naked on the Civic’s back seat.
“Ohhhh … OOHHHHH!!!” Donna moaned loudly, as she began happily writhing in the back of the car. “That’s it, you dirty slut, eat me, ohhh, ohhh, OOOOOHHHH, FUCK!!!” Without the slightest hesitation, she roughly grabbed Kimmy by her pigtails, immediately dragging the freshman cheerleader’s slavering mouth up and down the length of her creamy slit. And as Kimmy’s pink, slavering tongue began finding its way deeper into Donna’s hot, musky depths, the older girl’s body began undulating with great enthusiasm, making the entire car rock and creak on its shock absorbers like an out-of-control roller coaster.
“Gggghhhnnn … ssslllpp … ffflllppp …” Kimmy’s eyes closed as her mouth remained plastered on Donna’s cunt, and despite all of her sniveling protests to the contrary, Emily could tell that Kimmy was really getting off on licking Donna’s pussy. She could see the blissfully excited expression on Kimmy’s face, her cheeks already smeared and glistening with Donna’s naughty nectar. And even though it was cramped in the backseat of the small car, Emily could plainly see that it wasn’t just Kimmy’s cute face that was excited … the girl’s pale, skinny ass was practically thrust back against Emily’s seat, and that wonderful little triangle of dark, curly pubes between her legs was mere inches from Emily’s hungry eyes. And Emily could plainly see – despite her whimpered, blubbering complaints – just how drenched with desire the horny little freshman really was.
“Very nice, Kimmy,” Emily said admiringly. “I think you deserve a little present.” She leaned back, reaching around the driver’s seat so she could stick her hand right between Kimmy’s bare legs. She smiled as Kimmy bleated out a muffled squeal of lewd pleasure, cupping the slender freshman’s hot pussy with her hand as she slipped her middle finger into the naked girl’s steaming slit. “Don’t cum, though … don’t you dare cum. If you do, my brother’s not going to fuck you …”
“Mmmfff … sssslllppp … NO! … mmmnnnff … please, Emily, don’t … aaAAHHH!!!” Kimmy whined, even as she started shamelessly rocking her hips back against Emily’s invading finger. Emily found herself thoroughly enjoying how much Kimmy’s slender body was already trembling with want. She could see how hard Kimmy’s dark little nipples were, and how utterly aroused and desperate the pigtailed teenager was as well. With wicked glee, Emily pushed a second finger into her whimpering fucktoy’s dripping pussy – seriously, the squirming girl’s naughty, thick juices were literally dribbling onto Emily’s wrist and forearm like a leaking water fountain, it was awesome – and began fucking sweet little Kimmy’s cunt with her small hand, her fingers making loud, lewd schlorping and squirching sounds as they plunged merrily in and out of Kimmy’s tight, dripping fuckhole.
“Yes, yessss, ohmigod, yessss,” Donna hissed, “I’m almost there, ohhhh, FUCK!!!” She threw back her head, her dark hair spilling about everywhere as she threw her ankles over Kimmy’s shoulders. “Make me cum, you nasty girl, MMMMMM!!! … show all of the nice people watching us how oooh, ooohhh, OOOHHH!!! … how much you like eating my juicy cunt … OOOHHH!!!!”
Slightly startled – but not surprised – Emily briefly tore her eyes from the glorious view of her small hand obscenely pumping in and out of Kimmy’s juicy twat, and looked outside the car. The windows of her little Civic had fogged up a bit, no doubt due to all the raunchy writhing going on in the backseat, but even with that … well, Emily could plainly see that a ring of their fellow classmates had formed a ring around her car. A dozen or so, maybe more. There were two girls that Emily definitely recognized from her French class with Mr. Perone, One of them had her hand over her eyes as she peered inside the car, a mixture of fascination and disgust on her face as she watched Kimmy’s face buried between Donna’s slender thighs. The other girl just looked completely disgusted, her nose wrinkled as she folded her arms across her chest and shook her head in utter revulsion.
Mostly, though, there were boys there. Appreciative boys. The faces that Emily knew were mostly from Mrs. Winter’s class, with a few others from her gym class. Most of them she recognized simply because they’d been so wantonly staring at her tits and ass for the past two weeks. They showed no signs of revulsion or disgust as to what they were observing inside the car, however – all of them had wide eyes and beaming smiles, clearly enjoying the sight of the girls all sinfully pleasuring each other. Emily could even see that one of the boys was moving his arm briskly up and down as he watched, and while from where she was sitting inside the car she couldn’t exactly see what he was doing … she could tell that either he was shamelessly rubbing the bulge in his jeans as he watched, or he was being even more shameless, and his hand had wandering down inside of his jeans so he could better play with himself.
Either way, Emily was enormously pleased. She beamed pleasantly at the ring of students surrounding the Civic, her fingers continuing to pump in and out of Kimmy’s dripping snatch as she watched them edge ever closer to the car windows. She gave the wide-eyed boy who was presumably jacking off a playful wink … and then she gave Kimmy’s pale ass a hard, vicious slap, making the pigtailed girl squeal as a strawberry red welt spread across her pale, supple bottom.
Kimmy, for some reason, looked less pleased than Emily.
“P-please,” Kimmy stammered, as she briefly tore her flushed face away from Donna’s delectable pussy, “w-we need to stop … they’re watching us, they can see …” She swallowed hard, glancing towards up towards the students watching them, then back over her shoulder at Emily with a desperate, pleading look in her big eyes. “I c-can’t … I … I owwwWWWWW!!!!”
“No you don’t, you stupid cunt,” Donna gasped, her hands twisting Kimmy’s pigtails tightly as she smashed the horny freshman’s face right back into her quivering pussy. “You’re … OOOHHH!!! … I’m so close, let me cum, let me cum, cum, cum, right there, yesssssss, you stupid little bitch, ohhh, ohhh, OHHHH!!!!!!”
Kimmy probably wanted to say something else, but with Donna violently dragging Kimmy’s mouth back towards her steaming slit – and with Emily also unleashing a fresh, vicious torrent of hard slaps against Kimmy’s pert little asscheeks – she didn’t. Instead, she just nervously continued to lap at Donna’s yummy cunt, her licks growing more and more frantic, even as she kept sneaking quick glances up towards the car windows. Her face began to turn bright red as the students surrounding the car slowly drew ever closer … and as she could start to hear their muffled murmurs.
… what the fuck? … what a dirty fucking slut …
… ohmigod, that’s so hot …
… wow, didn’t know she liked girls … or eating pussy, for that matter …
… doesn’t she have a boyfriend???
… knew she was a fucking skank, I just knew it …
… aren’t her parents on the news? Holy shit …
… total trailer trash, such a disgusting little bitch …
With violent glee, Donna’s hips suddenly bucked hard into Kimmy’s pathetically eager face. A ragged, depraved smile spread lewdly across Donna’s face as she orgasmed hard, her whole body trembling in ecstasy as she came, gushing her naughty fuckjuices all over Kimmy’s fluttering tongue and burning face. Without the slightest amount of shame, Donna humped her exploding crotch against Kimmy’s mouth, keeping the tip of Kimmy’s nose pressed up against her bare, smooth mons, making sure that the poor, skinny freshman cheerleader got to feel every last spasm and savor every last drop of Donna’s messy, gushing release.
Emily thought it was all just
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“Good girl, Kimmy,” Emily said finally, as she watched the last throes of Donna’s orgasm finally start to subside. She give Kimmy’s shaking bottom another hard, affectionate slap. “Meet me in the girl’s bathroom in the east wing after lunch. You better be totally naked when I get there, and you better eat my pussy just as good as you ate Donna’s.” She looked up curiously at her best friend. “Our little Kimmyslut did eat your pussy nice and good, didn’t she?”
“Mmm-hmm,” Donna approvingly. “Kimmyslut’s a good fucktrash whore.” She put her fingers under Kimmy’s chin, lifting the pigtailed cheerleader’s dazed face so that she could look right into the glazed, glassy eyes of the younger girl. “In fact, she did such a good job that she can skip whatever class she’s got sixth period and do it again. She better come find me behind the bleachers in the gym then, whore … and she better tongue my asshole like it tastes like ice cream the next time she goes down on me.”
“Hear that?” Emily said to Kimmy. “Nod if you understand.”
Kimmy nodded pitifully.
“Good,” Emily said. “Now get the fuck out of my car, Kimmyslut. Now.”
“Wait, wait,” Kimmy protested, “let me get dressed first, I’m not –”
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Kimmy let out a small scream as Emily and Donna grabbed at her wrists and ankles, shoving her out of the car. She managed to scrabble at a few of her clothes that were lying in the back of the car, even managing to pull her slutty miniskirt at least partway back up her legs … and then cheers erupted as the back door of Emily’s Civic finally flew open. As Kimmy stumbled out still mostly naked into the parking lot, the cheers grew even louder, punctuated by a smattering of appreciative applause. Kimmy’s face turned interesting shades of embarrassed purple as she bolted towards one of the side doors of the school, still clutching her pink t-shirt against her bare tits. Emily noticed with some amusement that one of Kimmy’s tennis sneakers had fallen off, and was still somewhere in the back of her car … along with her panties.
Another round of applause greeted Donna and Emily as they exited the car … unlike Kimmy, though, they acknowledged their appreciative audience with waves and smiles, with Donna even taking the time to give a playful mock curtsy and bow. One of the boys who’d been keenly watching Donna get eaten out with rapt interest even walked up boldly towards her, like he thought he could do something with her, too …
… but Emily knew that was
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not part of the plan.
Absently, Emily reached into one of the pockets of her super-short shorts, and pulled out a tiny silvery-chrome disk no bigger than a quarter. The disk had a tiny, glowing emerald light glowing in its center – in a weird way, it reminded Emily a lot of the slim silver bracelet encrusted with tiny little emeralds that she’d worn in Las Vegas. Without really thinking much about it – after all,
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it wasn’t really all that important – Emily tapped her thumb down on the disk’s silvery surface. There was a quick, abrupt flash that filled the air, almost like a gigantic green firework had managed to silently go off, nearly blinding Emily, Donna, and all the other kids who had gathered by the car with its intense, green glow.
That glow quickly faded, though … and then the kids who’d been so eagerly watching the dirty little lesbian threesome in the back of the Civic kind of blinked a lot, and looked at each other in confusion before shaking their heads and shrugging their shoulders. Slowly, they walked away from Emily and Donna, chatting with each other about perfectly ordinary, boring things … like what had just happened had never happened.
Which was the way Emily thought
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it was supposed to be.
Emily and Donna quietly fixed their clothes in the car, and then started following their fellow classmates down the path to the school as well.
“So,” Emily said pleasantly to Donna as they walked , as though they’d been having a perfectly ordinary, boring morning, and not a completely depraved, filthy fuckfest in the back of a car literally five minutes earlier, “what did you want to talk about, anyway? Now that our Kimmyslut’s gone.” She glanced around, making sure that nobody who’d been watching their antics in the Civic was too close, or at least close enough to hear what they were saying. “Is it something serious?”
“Yeah,” Donna said quietly. She stared at the toes of her black patent-leather shoes as she walked along the sidewalk, keeping her gaze locked on the ground. “I, umm …. I got a text from Jack this morning.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful, Donna!” Emily clapped her hands together with glee, feeling ridiculously excited for her friend. “See? I told you. He wants you to come over tonight, right? Oh, that’ll be awesome, the three of us can –”
“No, it wasn’t that … umm …” Nervously, Donna brushed wayward strands of her dark hair out of her pale, flushed face. “Em, Jack told me that I’m pregnant. With his baby.” Her eyes started to well with tears as she turned to stare at Emily in wounded confusion. “That’s some kind of sick joke, right? Didn’t you say that the conditioning … that something like this couldn’t happen? I mean, if it’s not … what am I going to do? I’ll have to drop out … and college … and … Emily, my parents are going to kill me! What do you think my mom’s going to say?”
“Probably the same thing my mother said this morning,” Emily replied, giggling wickedly. “Congratulations, you lucky little bitch. Because, um …” She paused, her eyes darting about madly, making sure that the only living soul within the sound of her whispered voice was Donna. “Jack knocked me up, too.”
Donna stopped dead in her tracks, clapping her hand over her mouth as her eyes grew huge with disbelief. “But … but Jack’s your brother!” she finally managed to say, her voice quavering with excitement … or horror. Or maybe both. Emily couldn’t quite tell which of the three it was. “Your twin brother. That’s … Emily, that’s so … so …”
“I know,” Emily murmured. “So fucking hot, right?” She ran her fingers down the smooth flesh of her taut, flat tummy, grinning from ear to ear. “All those times Jack was fucking me bareback … shooting his cum inside me … inside us … it’s
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so incredibly awesome, right?”
“I … really?” Donna asked. “That’s … but that wasn’t part of … I mean, I love Jack, of course … but …”
“Don’t you just love it when Jack cums inside your hot pussy?”
“Yeah … of course! … but Em, that’s not … I … umm …”
Emily watched in confusion as her best friend’s voice trailed off into silence. Donna’s eyes looked blank, utterly blank – there might as well have been a FOR RENT sign tacked to the pretty raven-haired girl’s forehead – and her head was titled upward, staring off into the sky, almost as though she was looking in the distance for some invisible
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lights, or something strange like that.
Donna shook her head, blinked her eyes a couple of times, and then smiled at Emily.
“... sorry, migraine,” Donna finished weakly. “I … yeah. Sorry, I keep spacing out lately, I don’t know why. Yeah. Of course, one hundred percent. Yeah, you’re totally right, Em.” She nodded, and reached out to take Emily’s hand in hers, squeezing it tenderly. “Totally. Like, this is going to be so awesome, huh?”
“Totally,” Emily replied. She squeezed Donna’s hand back reassuringly. “It’s going to be great. Trust me. I promise.”
Holding hands, the two sluttily-dressed teenaged cheerleaders walked together through the front doors of Patriot High. A little late, but it didn’t matter. Emily didn’t think so, anyway.
For some reason, Emily knew that the day was going
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to be just perfect.