All of the characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This story features lesbian sex, drug use, and foreplay. Readers are required to have a little something that we like to call 'suspension of disbelief.' Read this if you're horny and want to have fun. Read Faulkner if your pants are still on and you've got an editor's pen permanently lodged up your butt.
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Jessica and Lauren slumped down onto the very last seat of the big, yellow school bus after the long day of high school soccer tournament play had finally finished.
Their Newport team had taken home the championship trophy after a grueling day of three back-to-back games that had started very early that morning and gone all the way into the wee hours of twilight as the winning team was crowned.
Jessica was the team's star forward—blonde hair, cute and short with curls that she wore layered down to just above her shoulders, she had been co-team captain since their sophomore year. Lauren was the other captain on the team, a brilliant midfielder with a dark brunette hair worn in bangs with her hair worn straight and put up in a ponytail for game-days.
The girls were both 18 and had been best friends basically since freshman year. They were both fairly popular in school and boys had quite a bit of trouble staying focused around them in the halls or in classes where they leaned too far forward in the desks in front of them.
Both of them were absolutely stunning—high school-sexy at its most brilliantly realized. Their breasts were perky B and C cups, their legs toned and muscular from their soccer and tennis dedications and their co-workouts in Jessica's dad's gym; and each girl had a butt that would make substitute teachers have occasionally amazing days. They wore Paige jeans from Nordstrom's that looked more like painted on skin than actual jeans.
But there was a difference in their individual brand of sexy. Jessica had the look of a girl that was the fun slut—the girl you wanted to party with—go to Vegas with—get drunk at night on a barhopping weekend with her fake ID in hand. She wore very revealing tank tops and short shorts and skirts and generally made sure her thongs or bra straps were always on display if she happened to need something from a male teacher or even, a curious female teacher or coach. She was the type of sexy that just knew how sexy she was and it turned her on to know it. She wielded her power with ease and in a few years, she would be absolutely devastating when she was unleashed upon the world at large.
Lauren on the other hand was the girl that all the guys REALLY masturbated to in their most honest of moments. She was the type of girl you'd love to see get stuck in a rainstorm because she wore these somewhat innocent outfits that still hugged her form and you just had to wonder if she wasn't hiding something stupidly sexy underneath it all—see-through panties or garter belts or who knows what else.
Jessica was like a slightly more devious Hayden Panettiere while Lauren had more of that Vanessa Hudgens vibe to her.
They were the types of girls who you loved to hate...but also, really, you couldn't deny loving them. They were fun. They were smart. They didn't take any of their gene pool lottery winnings for granted.
The high school season was nearing its end they had just won one of the biggest tournaments held throughout the state every year.
The team had stopped for celebratory In-N-Out cheeseburgers after the final game to replenish their bodies fully with sustenance. They got sugar highs on vanilla milkshakes and reveled in the day's events as they talked about all the typical things that their age range required.
For the seniors, there was definitely something wistful in the air. They all knew this sisterhood was coming to an end soon, even though they said all the things you always say. "We'll stay in touch! We'll definitely meet up after school!" Etc. Etc.
But for Jessica and Lauren they would always be close. They had found a lifelong best friendship in each other's company and they had been through all of the trials and tribulations that high school has to offer with aplomb and panache.
All the seats on the bus had been staked out earlier that morning with blankets and sports bags and pillows and whatever else was needed for the long, three-hour drive from the high school to the sports complex. It was the longest drive of the season and while the coaches and parents had considered flying the team in, the airport wasn't close enough to make much of a difference in the time or cost.
So they decided to make the entire drive in a day as it were, and the girls now found themselves back on the bus, happy and full from their recent dinners and final bathroom trips.
When they were finally back on the highway, it was about 9:00 PM and the bus lights were turned off to allow the players to fall asleep. The only lights in the bus were those green tracker lights that run along the floor and window-tops.
Jessica and Lauren's row was half occupied by the team soccer ball bags and water jugs, which meant that they had it to themselves. The coaches sat up front and most of the girls quickly drifted off to sleep in their blanket and pillow setups.
Jessica had other ideas though. When they'd fully sunk into their seats and the bus was just turning onto the main highway she reached into the pocket of her bag and grabbed a couple of pieces of candy.