"Damn that Ms Walters. Only two weeks left until we graduate, and she has to assign frigging homework."
"Don't sweat it Stacie. I have an idea which will blow the little gray haired lady's mind."
"Uh oh Jenny. I don't like the way that sounds. What did you have in mind?"
"Well, the assignment was to write a short story, embellishing something that we knew first hand about. What if we both wrote erotic stories and turned them in? Wouldn't that freak out old lady Walters?"
"Are you insane!? The only experience I've ever had is giving Roger a hand job while we frenched, and you told me that when David screwed you that it lasted about 45 seconds. That hardly makes us experts, able to write an erotic story."
Immediately, there was a pause, and I could see by Jenny's wrinkled forehead that she was working on an alternative plan.
Suddenly her eyes brightened, and with a huge smile exclaimed, "I've got it! We can write about a lesbian affair."
Shocked, my mouth fell open and I whispered, fearful that someone was listening in, "Have you lost your ever loving mind? You have got to be kidding. Neither one of us are lesbians, and I've never even kissed a girl, unless you count my mother, aunt or sister."
"That's the beauty of it Stace. We're both 18 year old 'ravishing' beauties, capable of experience lust as young lesbians, and get an 'A' on the assignment."
I had know Jenny since we were both 6 years old, so I knew she was capable of crazy ideas, but this was the most insane one yet.
Over the years, Jen and I had attended PE classes together, and it was impossible not to notice her beautiful naked body in the shower, along with those of my other classmates, laughing and giggling as they soaped their firm asses and breasts.
If I felt any strange stirrings of lust in my body, I just chalked them up to curiosity, checking out the competition. Now Jen was suggesting that we go further and actually experiment as....lesbians. The idea made me feel filthy naughty, but after more coaxing, I caved in as always and agreed to give it a shot.
"Okay Jen; I'll do it, but we have to agree that if either one of us finds that it is getting too creepy, we stop and call it all off.
Jen smiled and grabbed my arm, leading me to her car and adding, "Agreed Stacey."
Once inside her car, we peeled out of the school parking lot, a little too fast, as I continued to feel apprehension. with my thoughts racing a mile a minute.
Jen explained earlier that her parents and sister were going away for the weekend, so she pulled into the driveway and we both got out. I stood frozen by the car door, looking at the large house, ready to turn me into an amoral slut.
Jen looked over the top of the car at me and said "Come on Stace; it will be okay."
I must have been in the Davis house a thousand times in the past, but never felt the anxiety that I was feeling as we entered now.
We hit the big kitchen for milk and Oreos, which had become a tradition over the years. This time however I couldn't help stare at Jen's body from head to toe as I watched her grab the pack of cookies and glasses and milk.
I had to admit that even as a 100% hetero young teen that my best friend for 12 years did have a beautiful face and body.
Jen had kicked off her sandals and pranced around the kitchen in her bare feet, toenails painted in a hot passion pink.
Her jet black hair was pulled back into a sexy bouncing ponytail that ended in the center of her back.
The short tight shorts she wore clung to her round firm ass, and her bronzed shapely legs, slightly muscular from years of soccer, supported the rest of her 5'7" 120 pound frame perfectly.
Jenny's 36B breasts were also magnificent. I knew her breast size because we were constantly referred to as mirror images of each other, except I had blond hair. My breasts were also 36B and we constantly traded clothes.
Jen told me to grab the cookies and she grabbed the filled glasses and we went to sit on the couch in the living room.
We each grabbed a cookie and a drink and began to eat, sitting uncomfortably close to each other and staring into one another's face.
Jen finished eating first, and said "You have a little chocolate in the corner of your mouth."
I started to raise my napkin, and she startled me by saying, "Wait; let me try to get it off for you."
Slowly she moved forward and stuck out her tongue, which caused me to panic and shriek "What are you doing?!"
Jen moved back and with an exasperated huff said "I'm trying to help us gain some experience. Now calm down and relax."
She moved in again to my tensed face with my eyes scrunched closed, and gently began to lick the corner of my mouth.
After about 20 seconds of gently licking, she pulled back with a smile leaving me with a slight tingle in my pussy. Then she polished off the remainder of her milk, leaving a milk mustache on her top lip and saying "Okay Stace; now you clean me up."
"My God Jen! I don't think I can do this."
