The rivals were Becky Johnson and Stacy Willis. No one would have ever imagined the two girls used to be friends. It was long ago back back in middle school when they swore they'd be best friends for life. Becky's parents were more than satisfied with her choice of friends. Stacy's would have rather she hung out with someone else. Someone closer to her own socio-economic status. Stacy wasn't slumming, girls that age didn't see money or status that way. However, older girls saw status, and when Stacy started high school, she stopped hanging out with her too tall and too poor friend.
Stacy hung out with girls who wore the right clothes, drove the right cars, and dated the right boys. And even though she didn't have anything to do with Becky Johnson anymore, deep inside she resented the fact that she'd been friends with that dork for 5 years. She felt that her generosity and good nature had been taken advantage of.
Especially considering that Becky didn't wear the right clothes. She didn't drive the right car. As far as boyfriends, well...there was a rumor. A fresh and juicy one. A rumor Stacy Willis was determined to exploit to its full advantage and when she saw her tall thick boned rival walk by, she cut her off in the hall.
"Becky, there is a rumor going around that you gave Jimmy Meers a case of the crabs. Everyone's seen him scratching down there. How come you aren't scratching? Are you just used to crabs by now?" Stacy teased. Though she made sure she teased while surrounded by four of her friends.
"Why are you so curious Stacy?" Becky said, with a sly look in her eyes. "Do you want some of my crabs? I heard you had all you can eat crabs the other night. Didn't get enough? Is that it?"
"God you are a disgusting freak." Stacy's wrinkled her perfect pert nose to show her distaste at such crude comments. However, her cheeks were blushing a bright red. This wasn't how this was supposed to go.
"You don't like crabs?" Becky asked. "Oh I know what you like. You're a clam girl, aren't you? Do you want my hot steamed clam? Do you want to lick it, baby, is that it?"
"No one wants your...nasty...clam." Stacy said. "Jimmy said...ah..he said your clam had STDs" Stacy resorted to lying. Damn it! This was supposed to be a slam dunk. That was the other thing that Stacy hated about Becky. Despite the fact that Stacy was prettier, richer, and just plain better, Becky Johnson always seemed to win. She won when they used to play tag. She won jump rope competitions. She won races. If Stacy made a 99 on a test, fucking Becky Johnson had to make a 101. Stacy had the car, the money, the friends. What she didn't have, she wanted desperately. This was finally Stacy's chance to rub Becky's nose in it, and Becky was ruining it for her!
It wasn't fair.
"I can see you blushing," Becky continued. "You love my clam. That's what this is all about isn't it? You are jealous. J.E.A.L.O.U.S. of Jimmy. Don't worry Stacy, I've enough clam for you and Jimmy too."
"I'm not jealous of anyone." Stacy said, the blush spreading from her cheeks to her chest.
"You love me Stacy Willis. You always have."
"I do not. I hate you."
"You looove me." Becky said. "We used to play prince and princess at your house."
"We did not" Stacy lied, stomping her foot in frustration. They had, and it was innocuous pretend games, but Becky made it sound perverse. "You never came to my house."
"You are imagining I'm naked right now."
"You're crazy - like certifiably nuts" Stacy retorted, but now that Becky said that, Stacy couldn't help but think of her rival's naked body.
"Then why the sudden interest in my tits?"
Stacy's blush bloomed into a deep crimson when she realized she was not only looking at Becky's boobs, but now she was imagining them without a bra. She looked away.
"Now my pussy," Becky teased, "That just great Stacy Willis. Anything else you want to undress?"
"Let's go." Stacy urged her friends, not even daring to look at Becky for fear of being further embarrassed. "She's too big of a skank to even feel ashamed of transmitting sexually diseases around school."
Then there was a hush. A silence. Stacy felt her face cupped between two hands, her chin lifted by two thumbs, her mouth being kissed by two lips. Two hungry eager velvety lips. Her mouth being probed by a strong and questing tongue. It took a few seconds to register what had happened.
She'd was being kissed. In the mouth. By Becky Johnson.
Worse. She was still being kissed and by now fingers ran through her hair and another hand palmed her bottom possessively.
And what a kiss. It took Stacy's breath away. It made her knees weak. It set fire - it set fire to her loins. This was not supposed to happen. Then just as suddenly as the kiss was initiated, it was ended. Leaving Stacy standing stupidly, her lips parted, head tilted back while Becky stood back with a knowing smile.
"There's more where that came from." Becky said. "But I'll tell you like I told Jimmy. You want to roll the dice, you have to pay the price. Jimmy has been scratching his nuts because I made him shave his balls before I'd play with him. The same goes for you Stacy Willis, if you want me to play with you, that pussy of yours better be smooth as silk. "
With those words, Becky turned and walked away.
"God, what a freak," Connie Davis was the first to manage to break the silence. She giggled and the other girls chimed in. "I can't believe she kissed you."
"You'll need to gargle with Listerine." volunteered Morgan.
"With...ah...gasoline.." Stacy somehow managed to force out a giggle, but it wasn't easy. Her mind was on the kiss and how her body had reacted to it. She couldn't get the image of a naked Becky Johnson out of her mind, even now as the girl walked away, Stacy saw her naked in her mind.
It didn't get any better throughout the day. Night was worse.
Becky's words haunted her. "The same goes for you Stacy Willis. If you want me to play with you, that pussy of yours better be smooth as silk."
Stacy's hand reached down and ran through her protective down. She wondered what it'd be like to be bare down there. There's be nothing to hide her slit. There'd be nothing to disguise her wet engorged lips if she were turned on. What exactly did Becky mean when she said "Play with you"? Her finger ran up and down her slit, then back and forth over her clit. Faster and faster.
She tried thinking about her boyfriend, but her usual fantasy was short lived. No, the fantasy that seemed to take root in her mind was much more shameful. Becky Johnson ordered her to take off her clothes while Stacy's friends stood and watched as Stacy shyly stripped.They pointed at her denuded sex. Her..her wetness. She could hear them titter...The twitters turned to giggles. They pointed. She blushed and the giggles turned to laughter. She ...she..
She came, writing in the bed, biting down on her pillow to muffle her gasp. It was glorious, but then after..she was ashamed. God...what a disgusting thing to think about while she was masturbating. What a perverted and awful thing to fantasize about. She vowed never to do it again.
The vow lasted only till she took a shower in the morning and she was shaving her legs. She held the razor perched at her patch of curly hair and ...what the fuck was she thinking and why were her nipples hard as pebbles. She was...pissed at Becky more now than ever before. She lathered up her triangle of curls and ran the razor over it, trimming it up, like she would for a bikini, but maybe just a bit more. She ran a finger through her lips and over her clit. lightning danced through her loins.
She shook her head. She wouldn't do this. How had that demented little beast managed to infect her with this sickness. She was going to get even somehow.
She would get some real dirt. Something juicy that Becky would surely be ashamed of.
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"Hi Jimmy..I was ahh..talking to Becky and she said that"
"Not here," Jimmy said, voice trembling, his eyes darting both directions. He disappeared into the boys restroom then quickly exited and pulled Stacy by her wrist. "In here."
