This story was written a few years ago, it has been collecting dust or what ever computer files collect when they are stored in a computer. The story isn't all hearts and flowers. It deals with a wide range of tough issues over the 11 chapters, a bit like real life. Hopefully some of you will enjoy it and stay until the end. Those of you who read Gina's wedding know how her life ends up, this is the story of how she got there.
All those involved in any sexual activity in this story are 18, or older.
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Maria and I are best friends, and we have been (on and off) since we were both 5 years old. Maria is two months older than me, and what I am going to tell you started just after my 18th birthday. My name is Gina by the way.
It all started with Maria whispering with two of the boys at school. When she told me what they had asked I couldn't believe it, but, a few days later, and after Maria kept on at me, I agreed, anyway lunchtimes at school were really quite boring. So there we were sat against a wall at the far end of the school, well out the way of the teachers.
"Go on then, show us."
Maria and I looked at each other.
"You first," I whispered.
She looked up at the four 18 year olds from our class. I watched her pull her skirt up.
"Okay, your turn Gina," William said.
I looked at Maria and gulped a little. She nodded slowly trying to encourage me. I looked back at the four eager faces. Two of the boys I didn't even like, but the thought of doing this had grown in my head over the last few days. Maria and I had talked about it quite a lot, and it got me pretty excited. I inched my skirt up and watched their eyes dropped to my white cotton panties, partially hidden under my black tights. We just sat there staring at each other, while the boys looked from one pair of panties to the other.
"Can we see your pussy?" Colin asked.
Before we could decided the bell went, and we all had to get back to class. The boys went on ahead, and Maria and I followed at a distance.
"Gina, I got kind of wet, does that make me a slut?"
"Fuck I don't know. Still, I did get quite a rush lifting my skirt like that. Maybe we are both sluts. But I don't want them seeing me in my granny knickers again."
"Yeah, we'll have to wear something special. We could get some hold up stockings after school too, what do you reckon?" Maria asked.
"Okay. Maria, did you really get wet?"
She stopped by a doorway and glanced around. She pulled my arm, dragging me back out of sight. She pulled up her grey school skirt. Maria gave me a little embarrassed smile, as she took my finger in her free hand, and then trailed it up the front of her wet panties. I gulped and looked in her eyes. Her mouth hung open a little. I cupped her pussy, and at the same time I felt her inch my skirt up.
"You are wet too," she whispered, and then bit her bottom lip.
"We ought, to go," I stammered.
We walked back to class with a foot gap between us, we usually locked arms. Both of us said nothing, but I knew we were thinking about the same thing.
By the end of school our little exploration of each other was put to the back of our minds. We went and bought hold up stockings, and some sexy little knickers. The next day it was a struggle keeping our panties and stocking tops hidden under our short school skirts. But even that sort of got me horny. Walking up the stairs during class change, we could hear little comments and whistles. Maria would just spin round and stick her finger up. But even she admitted it was quite something, teasing the little perverts with an up skirt show of stockings and panties.
By the end of that week we were far more confident in front of the boys, which had now grown from four to seven! We started really experimenting with our makeup too. Well, we wanted to get the best guys we could, so a little more daring or thicker makeup would help things along. So, there we were, sat there on Friday with our skirts up around our waists. In front of us were seven sets of hungry eyes taking it all in. It was fun watching the boys nudging each other out of the way to get the best view, but underneath our little giggles I think we both got quite turned on. It sort of made me feel like a goddess, with humble servants and shit like that.
"So, can we see your pussy then?"
"Only if we see your dicks first," Maria replied, after a few moments.
The boys mumbled amongst each other.
"Okay, but we have to see you, or it isn't fair," William said.
I looked at Maria and we both nodded. Two minutes later we were staring at 7 cocks, I was amazed by the difference in them. Some of the boys glanced at each other's.
"Fuck, Colin you fag, stop looking at my dick," Derek snapped.
Maria nudged me, which several of the boys noticed too. She put her hand up next to my ear and whispered to me.
"Gina, look at William's dick, it is fucking enormous."
I looked at William Wood. The name sort of went with his dick. He just stood there with a big smug grin. Several of the boys looked at him too. All the time he just stood there, grinning.
"Hey, are we going to see some pussy then?" Derek asked.
"Did you do it?" Maria whispered.
"Yeah, and did you?"
She nodded.
I will never forget the looks the boys had on their faces. There they were staring at newly trimmed pussy. We both had our panties round our left ankles, and our legs slightly open.
"Fuck, real pussy!" Mark gasped.
"Can you, like, well, open them, a bit?" Frank asked.
Again Maria and I looked at each other.
"You first," I mumbled.
"No you," she replied quickly.
"Let's do it together then, Okay?"
We looked back up at the boys and slowly opened our legs further. I watched eyes widening and mouths dropping even more. All the boys seemed to lean forward, slowly and together.
"Fucking hell," I snapped.
"Sorry, I just, popped," Colin said with embarrassment.
"Oh that is fucking gross!" Maria snapped.
"Maria, it is my fucking leg he squirted on! I can't go back into class with fucking spunk on my leg!" I shrieked in panic.
"Stop laughing you lot. Or you don't get to see any fucking thing next week!" Maria snapped, at the now dispersing boys.
Maria started wiping my leg with a tissue.
"Does it stain?" I asked.