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The next day after fucking herself silly with a different type of meat then she was used to, Meghan sat idly in the commons area of the lunch room, a half-eaten sandwich and souring glass of milk sat before her. A pen wiggled furiously in the fingers of her right hand, the tip tapping against her temple, her brow knitted in frustration. A piece of paper sat before her, empty. She was concentrating so hard on trying to figure out what to write that she hadn't even noticed Sarah sitting down across the table from her.
"Boo!" Sarah harshly. Meghan jumped, her pen skittering away across the tiled floor. Meghan's hand went to her chest and she took a couple of deep breaths.
"Give me a heart attack, will you!" she panted. She stood up and retrieved her pen, being sure to bend at her hips, giving Sarah a nice view of her ass. Meghan peeked around her legs and she noticed her friend eyeing her legs and the tight denim around her heart-shaped ass, her eyes also dipping down to the junction of her thighs, burrowing a hole through the cloth to see the warming pink slit under the blue fabric.
Sarah stood back up slowly and returned to the table, bouncing down so her tits jiggled a little.
"I see you're making smashing progress on your script," Sarah said, rolling her eyes.
"First you scare me half out of my pussy, then you insult me. I see how it is," Meghan said in mock offense, crossing her arms and pushing her breasts up farther for Sarah's inspection.
"Aw, come on Megs, don't be like that," Sarah pouted, her lower lip jutting out and quivering. "I'll do anything," she added, her sarcastic pout deepening.
"Anything?" Meghan asked, her heart skipping a beat. She felt her nipples stiffen immediately and the furnace in her belly turned up several hundred degrees, the heat flowing to her rapidly dampening pussy. The images that flew through her mind could only be described as fucking: Sarah tied up and being used by several men and women, Sarah giving Meghan's pussy a tongue bath, Sarah eating Meghan's ass, Sarah fucking herself with random objects, fruits, and vegetables. Meghan licked her lips and realized her mouth had gone dry.
"Anything at all," Sarah said, secretly hoping she'd get to do something naked with her friend. Her dreams the night before were chaotic with lesbian lust and she knew she had never woken up so wet in her life. Her bed was soaked and she was literally sleeping in a puddle of her own cum and sweat.
Meghan didn't know what to pick first. Unfortunately her subconscious decided for her.
"I want you to help me with this movie," she heard herself say. "Fucking Hell!" Meghan's inner voice sounded. "I want you to eat me, I want you to suck my pussy dry, right here, in the commons, until I can't scream in orgasm in longer, you blonde haired, green eyed slut!"
"Oh, okay," Sarah said jubilantly. She was wishing Meghan had said something dirty, something public, and something immediate. Her own cunt was juicing up, and if she thought about fucking her friend any more, she'd probably have cum right there in her seat. "What do you need help with?"
"Well, first of all, I don't have a basic plot for the damn thing yet," Meghan said in a sigh, trying to push the images of her spread friend boldly displaying her shaved snatch from her mind. They kept returning, though, and Meghan was having a hell of a time trying to concentrate. She started rubbing her thighs together, trying in vain to scratch the itch that had started in her twat.
"It's porn, Megs, do you really need a plot?"
"It's satire, Sarah, so yes, I do. I really can't figure it out though, not until I know what I have to work with," Meghan said, her pen moving frantically in her fingers again. "I need a casting call or something, but I'll never get what I want if I try to post flyers or something. Besides, what the hell would they say? The RHD would still have to approve them..." Meghan said, her ramble picking up speed as she continued. Sarah snagged the pen from her friend and stole the paper in front of her, scribbling on the blank sheet. After a minute of Meghan rattling on about how it wouldn't work, Sarah set the pen down.
"Shut up and read this," Sarah said, her eyes twinkling as she spun the paper around so her friend could read it. Meghan's lips moved quickly as she read the words to herself and her eyes grew wide. She stopped about halfway down the note.
