It was early spring, as two girls were getting bored in their classroom, caused by some old fool who thought he could interest a whole bunch of 18/19-year-olds, ranting on about Latin poets. Unlike Catherine, who was able to just put her head on her desk and take a nap, Jasmine couldn't sleep for a few minutes, since she sat on the front row. Besides, she wouldn't even want to fall asleep, knowing her neighbour was checking her out wherever he could. Jasmine knew she was kind of a lust object, though that wasn't exactly a big surprise. She was about 5"6', had an average weight, a couple of firm C90 breasts, and a fine ass. She had blue piercing eyes and light brown hair, with some blonde accents in them. Catherine, on the other hand, was slightly less tall, let's say 5"4', was also average weighted, had a B70 cup, and was well-curved. She had recently coloured her hair a bit, and the result was a good-looking blonde style and blue-greyish eyes.
"And so we see that Virgil actually is willing to explain his readers that..." The teacher kept ranting, while Jasmine's thoughts drifted off. She looked a while at her teacher, remarking all kind of unappealing stuff, but she soon got bored of that as well, so she started to look around in the class. After a few moments of scanning, her eyes rested on Catherine's face. Without being able to help it, a sly smile crept into the corners of her mouth. She looked like an angel, while 'sleeping' on her desk.
Catherine and she had been friends for over a year now, and they had quite a close bond, since they were the only two of their crew who had already have sex, and were popular with the guys. Whenever they'd have problems with their boyfriends, they'd talk to each other to sort the mess out, and they felt really good around each other. It had been remarked by a few of their friends that Catherine and Jasmine were actually really close to each other. Except for massaging each other as one of them was stressed, they greeted each other in the morning by kissing each other's lips for a single second.
It was all meant pure friendly, though both of them had have some 'kissing' with girl friends, just for trying and seeing how nice it was. Catherine would often joke to whoever, spreading silly things as "I'm bisexual, so what?" She knew she could say such stuff, since she was popular as hell, and no one would ever believe one of the hottest chicks in school was into her own gender.
Things were pretty good for the two girls. Jasmine snapped back into reality as the bell rang the end of the lesson. She grabbed her school bag, and lifted her jacket from her chair as she rose up. Catherine appeared next to her, backpacked and having 2 tennis rackets in her hand.
"You didn't forget we were going to play, did you?" Catherine smiled.
"Of course not, babe. I've my clothes and everything." Jasmine flashed a grin back.
"Good! Come on, let's go." Catherine suggested, leaving the classroom. School was out, and most of the students went to a square near, to have a few drinks in the local pubs, smoke some cigarettes and so on so forth.
Catherine and Jasmine jumped on the bus, which would bring them to their tennis club. They arrived 20 minutes later, and went immediately to the changing cabin, to get dressed. They were all alone, and Jasmine couldn't help but looking at her friend as she took off her T-shirt. As Catherine stretched herself, she could clearly see two scars on the girl's sides, which worried her, since Catherine had a few cuts on her left arm too, though they were well hidden by her watch.
"Catherine... Did you restart again?" Jasmine asked, a hurt tone in her voice.
"Restart what?" Catherine asked confused, though she crossed her arms rapidly.
"Don't you dare to play that game with me. This." The brunette replied, grabbing her friend's arm tightly and turning it over, so the scars became visible. "And this." She added, laying her hand upon the blonde girl's side. Catherine hissed in pain, and pulled away.
"It's none of your business, Jasmine." Catherine grit, clenching her wrists.
"Yes, it is. I care about you, and I won't let you do this to yourself. You're a pretty girl, too sexy for your own good, but slashing yourself isn't going to make you look prettier!"
Catherine sank down on one of the banks, rubbing her temples intensively. Jasmine, knowing that it had something to do with Catherine's on off boyfriend, knelt down in front of her and took her hand between her own.
"Tell me." She whispered, kissing the other girl's knuckles lightly. A tear slowly rolled down the beauty's cheek, as she wiped it away gently with her thumb.
"It's Christopher. He's just... Making me go insane..." Catherine answered, pain sipping through her voice. Jasmine grumbled. She knew that Catherine and Christopher fit well together, but because of their age difference, things didn't always go right. Christopher was just as Jonathan, Jasmine's boy toy, 21, and the two guys though that they could do whatever they'd like, without making their girlfriends upset.
"It'll be okay. I promise you, baby, I won't let anyone harm you in any way possible." Jasmine whispered, taking Catherine's face in her hands sweetly. Catherine looked up at the brunette with teary eyes, and snickered fake.
"Like what are you going to do to make me feel better?" She joked, wiping away a fresh tear with the palm of her hand.
"Kiss you, for example." Jasmine replied under her breath, causing Catherine to look at her confused. With a tiny bit of hesitation, the pretty brunette leant in and placed her lips on her friend's, kissing them softly. She didn't feel any kind of rejection, so she deepened the kiss and let her tongue explore Catherine's mouth.
