All characters are eighteen years old or over.
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Two weeks after the big snowstorm Shelly and I were in Gym class one after- noon. As usual, we showered after class in the girl's locker room. We had plenty of time because the class was small in size, our town being a small town with about thirty senior girls.
Shelly and In have been, you know, balling each other ever since we got stranded in the blizzard and had to sleep together naked. It all started that fateful night in the motel, a night that took us down a road of no return. If it hadn't been for the snowstorm, we might never have realized, or admitted for that matter, the sexual attraction we had for one another. We have gotten together and fucked just about every night since then. We were not obvious about being lovers, or at least tried not to be, but like Maria said, girls who are into girls unintentionally send out little signals. They just can't help it.
As we showered, I noticed the new girl, Brea, looking at Shelly a lot. She didn't stare, but every time she looked up, she looked at Shelly. I wondered what was up and remembered what Maria told us about girls who like girls sending out signals. Seeing Brea's interest in Shelly as a signal, I whispered in Shelly's ear that someone had the hots for her.
"Who?" she wanted to know.
"Don't turn around now," I whispered, "but drop your soap when I say 'now' and bend over real low to pick it up and flash your pussy directly behind you."
I waited until Brea looked at Shelly again and whispered, 'now,' to Shelly. She dropped her soap and took the longest time to catch hold of it again, remaining straight legged and flashing her pussy real good.
Bea stared with eyes widened as she took in the show Shelly was putting on for her. The poor girl even stopped tying her shoe laces.
"Oh, yeah," I whispered. "We should make friends with Brea, I think she is just our type. She really has the hots for you."
We dried off quickly before Brea had a chance to leave and Shelly struck up a conversation with her while we dressed. She was friendly, pretty and sweet, but sort of quiet and reserved.
I liked Brea already, though I didn't have much chance to talk to her. But talking with her more now, I got to like her a lot. Brea was always quiet when she was around, but most of the time she was never around. It's hard to get close to someone like that. But she sure was making my pussy throb, watching me as I pulled on my panties.
"You live one block behind me, don't you?" Shelly asked her.
"Yeah," Brea smiled. "We don't live too far apart."
"Well, we ought to get together sometime, the three of us, and just hang out."
"We'd like to get to know you better, Brea," I added.
"Oh, I'd like that," Brea smiled.
"How about this afternoon, unless you have something planned?"
"That's fine," she said. "I can't stay late, I have to take care of my horse."
"You have a horse? Awesome," said Shelly. Okay, see you after school."
We were sitting in the living room, watching TV when the doorbell rang. I was wearing my knit mini dress and high boots and Shelly a short denim skirt, white blouse and high heel shoes. Shelly let Brea in and we sat and talked about our interests for a good hour. Brea was wearing jeans, boots, and a flannel shirt.
Running out of things to talk about I suggested we dance. Shelly put on some of her parent's fifties Rock 'N Roll, the best dance music I know of, and we did some boogie and some twist. We traded partners through a few songs, then things got a little racy. Shelly and I were dancing a slow, doo-wah, belt buckle polisher. We began dancing a good distance apart but soon were dancing as close as you can get and still be two people.
The next song was slower yet, and I asked Brea to dance with me. I told her I'd lead and we started dancing at a safe distance, but got closer until I was bumping and grinding my pelvis into hers. Only a girl interested in girls would stand for that, other girls would want to leave. Brea didn't even try to leave. Instead, she held me close and breathed heavily in my ear.
I put my hands on her butt cheeks and pulled her close, doing some dirty dancing, sliding my crotch up and down her leg. She was breathing heavy and held me closer. My thigh between her legs was bumping solidly against her crotch.
Shelly tapped me on the shoulder to cut in and took up exactly where I left off. I sat on the sofa in an excited state, watching them dirty dance. I spread my legs slightly and began to rub my panty crotch. Brea would watch my hand whenever she was facing me. She slid her hands down Shelly's back and let them rest on Shelly's perfect butt cheeks.
The song ended and they stood close for a moment.
"Let's go upstairs to my bedroom," Shelly suggested.
"But, your parents," Brea said fearfully.
"Won't be home till after six," Shelly assured her.
Brea looked at me as I sat with my hand on my panty crotch, fingers slowly caressing my slit.
"Alicia too?" she asked.
"If you'd like," I answered.
"Yes."
In the bedroom, we sat on the bed to talk.
"I invited you here because I wanted us to be good friends, Brea. I think we have a lot in common. I know that you don't have a lot of friends around here yet - and I'd like to change that."
"You're right about that, I was always too quiet and shy to make many friends."
"We were wondering if you'd like to join our special club," Shelly began. "It has only two rules to follow to remain an active member. You must keep your pussy shaved clean and you must make love to one of us at least once a week.
"Alright," Brea agreed without hesitation.
"How did you know we were into girls," I asked her.
