Sometime during Chapter 3...
Anika Garner was not having a good day. She couldn't decide which decision she regretted more--the one to come back to her old high school and help with the swing choir competition, or the one to go down the hall to the party the night before.
The party wasn't the problem
, she decided.
The problem was when I decided to start downing Texas Sunrises, whatever the hell those are, after Cindy left with Julia
. Anika had been hoping to convince Cindy into leaving with her for another night of no-strings-attached fucking like the three or four they'd shared already that year.
Hell, if Cindy had left with somebody else, I'd have just seen if Julia was interested--wouldn't have been the first time for us, either.
With both of her potential partners already interested in each other, however, Anika's choices had seemed limited--invite herself along, or drown her sorrows in whatever frozen concoction Candace's blender was producing that evening.
That reminds me--I have to get that recipe from her. I just don't know if it's so I can completely avoid it, or make some of my own later.
For the first time that day, though, the thought of drinking more of the fruity drinks didn't make her want to throw up, which seemed like a good sign. The problem was that she was starting to feel horny again. Getting herself off the night before and again this morning wasn't enough--she'd really been in the mood for sex with a partner, and specifically a female partner.
Dammit, maybe I should have invited myself along with Cindy and Julia after all.
She'd certainly considered it, she'd been that horny, but the two had seemed just a little too "into" each other to want company.
Hell, even if they'd just let me watch, that would have been cool.
The thought of the two hot coeds playing in front of her sent a thrill straight to her pussy, and she knew that she was going to go off and "have a wank," as the cute British exchange student on the floor put it.
And I know just the place...
The second choir of the day had just started, and were already proving that they were nowhere near as good as the first. She slipped out a side door and made her way back to the practice gym. The women's locker room there should be deserted, she thought, making it the perfect place for a quick "wank."
As she entered the practice gym, she heard the locker room door close ahead of her.
Damn, somebody else is in there. Wonder who it is...
She slipped off her heels, crossed the gym floor silently in her bare feet, and cracked the door open just enough to listen. She could hear two girls talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. It sounded like they were around the corner in the locker area, so she took a chance and slipped into the front restroom area. She hid in the first stall, where she could just hear them.
"Okay, then the first thing you need to know is that it's perfectly normal for girls to experiment with other girls," a girl's voice was saying. Somehow, it sounded familiar to Anika, but she couldn't place it.
Another girl's voice replied, "It is? I always thought that was just what boys said to try and convince you to give them their two-girls fantasy."
The first girl laughed. "I thought that too, but my mom told me the same thing, and I don't think she was trying to get in my pants."
"My mom?" That's who that is!
Anika was pretty sure the first girl was Peggy Buchman, whose mother was the principal of this high school. They'd been friends in junior high, but Peggy's parents had sent her to high school across town, so she wouldn't have to deal with being the principal's daughter.
Wow, the principal of a Catholic school, telling her daughter it was OK to fool around with other girls. God, I love the twenty-first century...
Anika had missed part of the conversation, but she quickly tuned back when she heard Peggy say, "In fact, it almost seemed like she might have done some... experimenting... back in her younger days."
Holy shit!
Anika thought.
Principal Buchman getting with another girl--now that's something I'd like to see. And something I'd like to experience even more... She thought about that for a minute. Well, hell, why can't I?
Anika had fantasized about the principal a time or ten during high school--Mrs. Buchman must have been at least forty to have a daughter Peggy's age, but she didn't look it, and it was easy to imagine what a hot little number she would have been back in college.
And she's going to be here later on today to cheer on the school's swing choir. Knowing her, she'll probably head up to her office first to catch up on some paperwork. Perfect.