"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Tina thought as she stomped into the kitchen. "This sucks!"
She was hornier than she had been in weeks, and she couldn't get any relief. She had gotten everything set up to have a threesome with Sarah and Stan that afternoon, but the whole plan collapsed when her mother, Angela, had come home early.
It wasn't that Angela had any objections. It turned out that Tina's mother was having an affair with Stan and Tina's little get together had prevented Stan and Angela from getting together as they had planned.
Tina saw the trail of clothing from the middle of the kitchen floor to the basement stairs. It did not improve her mood.
"Great," she thought with frustration, "even Mom's getting laid tonight. Everybody's getting fucked but me."
It had not been a good evening. After the little "lesson" in love making that Stan had given Sarah, Tina had given her a ride home. About a half block from Sarah's house they noticed Biff, Sarah's boyfriend waiting in the driveway of Sarah's house.
"Oh, shit!" said Sarah, "I forgot all about our date tonight."
"Quit worrying," said Tina, "We'll tell him that you came to my house to help me with something and we lost track of time."
"But what about the way I'm dressed," Sarah asked pointing to the little black dress that she had worn to Tina's house, "How will I explain that?"
"Not a problem," said Tina, "We'll tell him that you went home to change for the date before you came to my house. It will be proof that you didn't actually forget, at least to Biff."
"But, I'm not wearing a bra or panties," Sarah whined, "I didn't wear a bra anyway and I put my panties into my purse after I cleaned up."
"I guess you soaked them when you saw Stan's cock," said Tina with a grin, "Am I right?"
"Yeah," said Sarah with a giggle.
"I don't think that the panties are an issue either," said Tina, "On a date with Biff you probably won't be wearing them that long anyway. It will certainly give him a surprise when he drives you up to Lookout Point to fuck."
"We don't fuck," Sarah said defensively, "We make love."
"Whatever," said Tina rolling her eyes, "Just quit worrying. Okay?"
"Okay," said Sarah dubiously.
Tina pulled into the driveway and stopped behind Biff's car. Both girls got out, ran up to Biff and started rubbing their bodies against him from either side. The poor boy didn't know whether to shit or go blind. All he could concentrate on was the bulging tit flesh that suddenly surrounded him. Sarah's round, firm boobs seemed to be struggling to burst free from her little, black dress. Tina's twin torpedoes were barely contained by her tube top.
"See anything you like?" Sarah asked.
Biff just nodded stupidly.
"Don't blame Sarah for being late," said Tina, "She came over to my house to help me with something and we lost track of the time."
Biff knew that he should probably stare at his girlfriend's jugs if he was going to stare, but Tina's deep cleavage looked so inviting.
"It's okay," he said to Tina's tits, "You're not that late."
"Biff," said Sarah impatiently, "I'm over here."
"Sorry," said Biff contritely as he peered down into Sarah's deep cleavage.
"Well," said Tina as she walked back to her car, "You two have fun."
"We will," said Sarah, turning her head to address her friend, "and thank you."
"Yeah, we will," said Biff to Sarah's tits.
"You're welcome," said Tina with a smirk.
Tina decided to go to a local coffeehouse called The Bean Bar to see if she could find someone to hook up with. On a Friday night the little shop became something like a pick-up bar for high school students. That turned out to be a complete waste of time.
Everybody seemed to have already paired off. The only unattached guy was Lou Flink. Lou was a nice enough guy, but he was almost a worse fuck than Biff. Biff, despite his muscular, football player body, had a four inch dick that he had no idea how to use. Lou had an eight inch cock that was thick as a beer can, but he didn't know what to do with his equipment any better than Biff did. The size made him almost more frustrating. Lou's saving grace was that he took direction well. If you told him what you wanted him to do he would usually do it pretty well. But, Tina didn't feel like working that hard. So she went home.
Standing in her kitchen, staring at the trail of clothing leading to the basement stairs, she was just about to run up to her room to find her biggest dildo to get herself off when her curiosity got the better of her. She descended the stairs as quietly as she could.
Peering silently around the drywall that separated the stairs from the rest of the basement, she saw Stan and her mother spooned together on the largest of the beanbag chairs, sleeping. Somehow, to Tina, they looked perfect together. They looked right. They fit. Tina wasn't sure how she should feel about that. Should she be happy for them, or what? She wasn't even sure that she was reading the situation right. I could just be her imagination fueled by sexual frustration.
She saw her mother roll over until she was facing Stan. Tina ran back up the stairs.
Meanwhile, after a quick burger and fries at a local fast food joint, Biff and Sarah had gone to the movie theater in the center of town. There were other theaters around in the malls, but on Friday or Saturday night the Bijou was almost always filled with dating teenagers. Even though they played the same movies that the mall theaters played the Bijou had one big difference. It was an old style movie palace that had been built in the 1930's. It had the two things that horny teenagers wanted most in a theater, a balcony and dark corners.
The theater had been fully restored a few years previously and they tried to make the whole movie going experience similar to what it had been in the theater's heyday. Just like theaters of old it had a huge, spacious lobby, a generously stocked refreshment stand, and restrooms that were impossible to find. They even had an usher and a projectionist. In the restored theater, of course, the usher rarely ever seated people. His main job was to pass through every fifteen to twenty minutes with a flashlight to break up couples who were getting a little too hot and heavy. That practice slowed down considerably when the theater hired Wendy Winslow as their projectionist. Wendy was a twenty year old college student with big tits, a narrow waist, wide hips, and a libido with an overdrive. The usher spent most of his time in the projection booth with Wendy. That is when the theater manager wasn't in there.
Word got around town quickly that nobody was watching at the Bijou. It became a magnet for dating teenagers.
Sarah and Biff were in their usual dark corner of the balcony making out. Whatever complaints Sarah might have had about Biff's love making, she had to admit that he was a great kisser. His tongue danced and weaved inside of her mouth. She always loved the feel of it.
Biff put his hand between them to grope her breast. Sarah had been a bit apprehensive about that. After an afternoon of Stan's firm but gentle caresses she was wondering how she would deal with Biff's adolescent grabbing.
She abruptly broke the kiss and said sternly, "Be more careful with my breasts, Biff!"
Biff looked at her in shock.
"It's a breast not a football!" she continued, "It's part of my body. It's attached to me. I expect to be caressed not manhandled."
"I'm sorry, Babe," said a bewildered Biff, "I'll try to be more careful."
"Don't try," she said, "Succeed! I'm a woman and I expect to be treated that way. You keep treating me like some piece of sports equipment that you can just bounce around."
