Brooklyn dropped her kit to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed to untie her trainers. lacrosse was never her favorite sport, but she still hated losing. At five foot tall and only weighing a little over a hundred pounds, she wasn't exactly a force of nature. Normally her quick feet would keep her competitive, but the muddy pitch had worked against her today.
"Tough game," commented her blonde roommate turning in her chair at the desk between the beds.
"Bloody awful," mumbled Brooklyn, striping off the remaining soiled and sweaty clothes. Sitting starkers, she enjoyed the cool air on her small breasts. Having gone to an all-girl's school since she was eight years of age, she'd grown accustomed to nudity at an early age. "We're going to be lucky to win a single match this year." Picking up a towel from the end of her bed, she dried her long dark hair.
Aimee smile flattened as she touched the pencil in her hand to her lips. "You shouldn't give up so easily, you're a natural athlete. I'm sure you'll get better with--" she said until the door suddenly flew open and three more girl's spilled into the room.
Britney, Madison, and Taniel pushed at each other as they entered the room laughing. They were sill dressed in their school uniform, not having had the chance to change yet.
"Girl, put some clothes on," Taniel said, rolling her eyes at the petite nude student sitting on the end of the bed.
"I will. I need to have a shower first," she said lazily, not feeling rushed in the slightest.
"Well, get moving then," Taniel pushed again, "we're leaving at half past six, and if you make us late again--,"
Looking at the girls in the room, Brooklyn could see that the sentiment was shared. "Fine, fine," she said with a sigh and then stood and gathered her shower things. Part of her happy to be alone again.
Britney, a tall, blonde girl who was one of the more popular students at school, waited until the door closed before turning towards Aimee, "I don't know how you can live with that girl," she said referring to Brooklyn. "She's mental."
Aimee shrugged, "No she's not. Well, maybe a little," she admitted.
"Remember when she set off those bangers in class last term," giggled Madison, the only American in the group of girls. She was a brunette with large breasts and curvy hips. While not traditionally beautiful, she was far from unattractive.
"I remember a certain someone giving them to her and suggesting she do it for a laugh," Aimee admonished. "She was nearly expelled over that you prat. You can't do anything like that this term with her. You know how open to suggestion she is."
"Yeah, yeah," said Taniel, talking over the small group, "no more taking the mickey. Now let's get ready. Your sister's still driving us, yeah?"
Aimee nodded, "Jennifer already called me. I think she's got a fun night planned," she said, waggling her brow.
"She's not taking us to that gay pub in Manchester again is she?" complained Britney.
The girls groaned but laughed remembering the experience. They had all known Aimee's older sister was gay, but despite being ten years older, Jennifer knew how to have a good time. Their last adventure had included a stop at a gay bar and they all felt that they'd matured a year from the experience.
"No, she won't tell me the name," Aimee said, flipping her hands up, "but apparently she's got a connection to get us in."
"Oh, this is going to be fun," Britney said, dancing on her tip toes.
The street lights were buzzing their low drone as they cast their yellowish hue in front of the private school's entrance. Now that the female students were of age, they were allowed to leave the school on evenings and weekends, and they were determined to take full advantage of their new freedom. Aimee's sister arrived at the school entrance in her silver Volkswagen Golf. Jennifer had once been a student at the same boarding school, and so she felt an obligation to free her younger sister from its confines whenever possible.
Brooklyn stood nervously behind the group of sixth form girls, out of the group, Aimee was her only true friend. She didn't dislike the others, but she found them difficult to talk to. They didn't understand her like Aimee did. Brooklyn watched as Jennifer's car pulled up next to the curb and began to wonder how they were all supposed to fit inside. Brooklyn had known her friend's older sister almost as long as she'd known Aimee. In fact, their whole family felt like her family. Aimee's family had always been extremely kind to her, and on more than one occasion she'd wished that she could have been born into such an amazing family. But that was a common fantasy for every orphaned girl living in girl's homes and foster care.
Jennifer exited the car and stretched, her perfect breasts pressing firmly against the thin fabric of her open blouse and exposing a deep canyon of cleavage. She had thick, long red hair, pale lightly freckled skin, and naturally full lips.
"Hey girls," she said, giving her sister a quick hug and then turning to Brooklyn, "Hey beautiful." Jennifer's eyes bore into Brooklyn's and a smile spread over her features as she enveloped the younger girl in an uncomfortably long hug. Finally breaking the hug, Jennifer turned to the small group. "Aimee, you're driving. I'll volunteer to sit in the back and Brooke cab sit on my lap to share a seatbelt since we're one too many."
The girls laughed at Brooklyn's uncomfortable smile and got into the car. Jennifer's suggestion wasn't a total surprise to the dark haired girl though, Jennifer had always been very touchy in her affection, and it only seemed get more so as time went on. They all fit into the car and soon they were driving down the motorway, talking and laughing as they sped toward their destination.
"Time to get this party started," Britney half screamed and pulled a small flask from her purse. Taking a small drink, she winced and passed the container along.
Sitting on Jennifer's lap and smashed against the backseat window, Brooklyn tried in vain to pull her skirt back down over her bum, but in the small confines of the car it was impossible to keep it in place.
"Relax Brookie," cooed Jennifer into her ear, wrapping her arm around the younger girl's waist and pulling her in tightly. Brooklyn could feel Jennifer's ample breasts press into her back. It was leaning against two soft pillows. The older girl took a small drink from the flask and handed it to Brooklyn.
Feeling embarrassed and hoping that the other girls couldn't see her blushing in the darkness of the car, Brooklyn drank a mouthful of the strong liquid. Her stomach immediately felt the effects as a wave of the most intense heat exploded inside her. She suddenly felt a gentle touch on her upper thigh, and it made her flinch involuntarily. She felt the arm Jennifer had around her waist give her small squeeze as the fingers from her other hand continued to touch the exposed flesh of her bum. If the other girls noticed, they gave no clue as they sang along to the music.
They arrived at the club, and true to her word, Jennifer got them through the queue and into the club. Brooklyn felt a moment of relief once she was out of the car and able to pull her skirt down again. Sitting on her best friend's sister wasn't the worst experience she'd ever had, but it was confusing. Now inside the club, Brooklyn froze as she tried to take in the chaotic environment. Never having like being in large groups, she felt an overwhelming panic as the noise, smells, and even physical vibrations of the music assaulted her senses.
Meanwhile, standing behind her, Aimee leaned over to her older sister so that only she could hear, and said, "I'm afraid Brooklyn might be a bit out of sorts." When she saw Jennifer's devilish grin, she gave her a look and grabbed her arm, "Please don't do anything too crazy, Jen. Brooklyn's my friend and I feel I've got to look out for her."
Jennifer smiled as she shook her head, "I promise she'll have a good time - now let's get a table while we still can, and I'll get a round," she said, breaking away from her sister's grip and stepping closer to Brooklyn.
Brooklyn felt someone take her hand and was about to pull her's free when she saw that it was Jennifer. The bombshell redhead yelled something about getting a table and then pulled her along through a crowd of people. With her hand held tightly in Jennifer's grip, she allowed herself to be let to secluded spot in a far corner of the club. The tables were surrounded by padded settees with backs several inches over their heads, giving it one a feeling that you were slightly separated from the noise of the club.
"Oh my god this place is amazing," Madison nearly screamed, staring at several cute guys as they walked by.
As usual, Britney, Madison, and Taniel sat close together with Aimee trying to sit close enough to Brooklyn to make her feel part of the group. It wasn't that the other girls were unkind, they simply weren't that close of friends.
Jennifer arrived with the first round of drinks and set them on the table. She pushed one towards Brooklyn as the other girls took the one's they'd ordered. "I got you tonight," Jennifer said, giving her a friendly wink.
Brooklyn returned a smile and a thank you. She'd only had enough money to get into the club and hadn't intended on ordering any drinks. But when someone's buying rounds, it's always awkward to be that one begging out. Jennifer sat close to Brooklyn's side, close enough that there was no separation between their legs.
"So which one of you's going to be gagging for it by the end of the night," asked Jennifer, leaning forward over the table, her breasts on almost full display. Brooklyn again felt Jennifer take her by the hand.
