Sally
Sally Czarwitz, pronounced like "chair witch", a name that brought her unwanted nicknames, was tall with a body the shape of a wooden plank. Her long, thin face and matching long, thin, hooked nose encouraged the comments based on her name. When she attempted to do something with her long thin, mousy brown hair it refused to stay where she put it, preferring instead to fly around her face and fluff out as if it were perpetually filled with static. At eighteen she had only a couple of spongy fried eggs where her tits should be. With no waist, no butt and almost anorexic arms and legs it seemed amazing that she was as sexually active as she was. Sally had learned a lesson: Looks might attract a guy but if you offer him sex he won't care what you look like. "Thank God for my cunt," she thought in front of the mirror, rubbing herself through her thick pubic hair.
Through elementary school her best friend had been Warren, her next door neighbor. At the beginning of middle school he had fallen for Sarah. Sarah was Sally's physical opposite, short, cute, with perfect, slightly curled blond hair and a body that had started developing in grade school. She had large, fully developed breasts, a slim waist and a killer figure when she started middle school. Sally had been jealous but then Warren had moved away and the two girls became good friends through middle school.
High school had been difficult for Sally. As a sophomore Sarah became a cheerleader and left Sally on her own. Sally had always been a good student and threw herself into her studies. She joined the math and chess clubs and discovered that there were a lot of guys who didn't think they had a chance with any girls. She discovered that she could have any of them, especially if she offered herself sexually. And she enjoyed the sex, a lot.
Her reputation was helped by devoting some of her intellect to reading about sexual pleasure, how to please the guys and how to be sure she was properly pleased herself. She instructed every one of
her guys
, as she thought of them, in the proper techniques and was sure to praise them for their sexual ability no matter how poor it might be.
By the time she graduated from high school her stable of guys was not just the socially inept but also included some of the more popular guys. She could call any of them and know they would come to satisfy her urge and keep her vagina lubricated. Sometimes guys called her and she was always happy to go out with them and exercise their penis.
She kept up her studies and was accepted at Stanford. After the graduation ceremonies she wandered around the football field where the ceremony had been held talking with the guys she was active with. Some asked directly or hinted about a "last hook-up" before she was off to Stanford. She was non-committal but encouraged them to call.
It was depressing to think that she wouldn't be able to rely on them to keep her sexually fulfilled. She would have to start all over again at Stanford. She felt her tiny breasts under her gown and wondered what it would take to attract guys in college. She had the impression all the women would be sexually promiscuous and knowledgeable. Why would any guy be interested in her?
Sarah
By chance Sally encountered Sarah as she was leaving a group of cheerleaders and looking for her parents. Sarah looked like Sally felt. "Hey, how're you doing?" Sally asked her one time best friend.
"You know," Sarah answered noncommittally. Then she added, "It's kind of daunting isn't it?"
"What's that?"
"Not seeing these people anymore. Not being a cheerleader. Not knowing what to do with your life."
"You must have some plans."
"Not really. I guess I can go to Community College ... I guess ..."
"I'm off to Stanford," Sally admitted. "It's going to be a lot different."
"Stanford huh?" Sarah's eyes welled up. Running into Sally had started to lift her spirits. She still looked back fondly on the times and the guys they had shared together. Briefly the hope had entered her mind that here was a friend who might stay with her. "Stanford ..." she repeated softly. "That's a long way away."
Sally was confused. She and Sarah hadn't spent any time together since the middle of their sophomoreman year. They hadn't broken up, just drifted apart. Sally had felt abandoned as Sarah entered into the school social whirl. Sarah had a different boyfriend every few months and her name seemed to appear everywhere on ballots for school office and as head of one social committee or another. Sally was almost surprised that Sarah still remembered her.
Sarah looked at Sally and realized something. "Sally, you're my best friend."
Sally was taken aback, "What?"
"You're my best friend."
"Sarah, you've hardly spoken to me for three years."
Sarah was saddened by the response. "I know. I know."
"And you have loads of friends."
They stood in silence until Sarah spoke again, "They aren't really friends. Not friends like you were. I just got caught up in my life here." She paused before continuing to get her emotions under control. "I don't think I'll see them much any more." Then she whispered, "a lot of the girls are angry at me for fucking their boyfriends."
Sally realized that despite their physical differences she and Sarah were a lot alike in their sexual appetites. She smiled and with a light laugh told Sarah, "You and I would never get get jealous like that. We'd just share."
