"Take another hit!"
The comment surprised Emma, who had spaced out. Amanda was holding out the joint the two had been smoking. Emma took the thinly rolled marijuana cigarette and brought it up to her lips. Amanda leaned against a stack of boxes and watched Emma take a small drag. Emma tried to keep from coughing as Amanda let out a giggle.
The two were in a standalone storage shed in the back of the park near their high school. Amanda knew how to jimmy open the lock so the two could sneak in and get high without worrying about getting caught. The room was filled with metal shelving units, and various large boxes that doubled as places to sit. It was just one of the many of the misdeeds, along with getting high, Amanda had roped her into.
Up until the start of her senior year, Emma had been a strict rule follower and not very social. It didn't help that she had been overweight. However, over the previous summer, Emma had lost weight--leaving her 36D breasts nicely accenting her slimmed down, but still thick, thighs and midsection. Her new body and long blond hair falling below her shoulders had attracted new friends--like Amanda--and even a boyfriend.
Once she turned 18, Emma's parents had given her a lot more leeway in staying out and hanging out with new friends. They were especially lax once Emma's college of choice gave her a full scholarship to attend. Amanda, however, was a different story.
The petite redhead had been in and out of trouble throughout high school. She also had a reputation of being easy with the guys. Her freckle face and firm ass were popular with guys, even though she only had B-cups, and Emma had heard some wild rumors about what Amanda was willing to do. The two had met when Emma started talking to one of the guys who was interested in Amanda.
The girls' different backgrounds were evident in their clothing: Emma had come from an alumni meet and greet for her future college and was wearing a button-down blouse tucked into a black, pleated skirt with high heels. Amanda had ditched most of the day and was wearing jeans with a white tank-top.
With a crash, the door to the storage shed suddenly flung open. A wave of panic washed over Emma as a police officer's frame filled the doorway. Emma was frozen in shock and could do nothing before the officer quickly crossed into the shed and grabbed the joint from her hand. He quickly spun Emma around and placed her in handcuffs before doing the same to Amanda.
"So, who do we have here?" the officer asked. Emma, getting over her initial shock, realized that it was their school resource officer, Officer Johnson. Emma had not had many interactions with him but had seen him around campus and the neighborhood.
"Oh, it's little Amanda," he chided, "no surprise to see you. What crimes have we committed today?" He began to list them on his fingers, "breaking and entering, criminal damage, and drug possession." He shook his head, "your probation officer is going to love this. Since you're an adult now, I know he's been looking at a reason to get you sent to actual jail." The officer chuckled, "no more kiddy gloves at juvenile detention."
"And what about you?" Johnson asked Emma. Fear had replaced shock, and Emma found herself unable to answer. The officer squinted before a flash of recognition crossed his face. "Emma... Witkowski? That's right, the one who got all the scholarships?" Johnson laughed, "well you can kiss that goodbye."
Emma began to panic. She had never been in trouble before and now she was going to be arrested. Her whole future seemed to be on the verge of collapse. The prospect of losing her scholarships scarred her. "I'm... sorry, we just... look, please let us go, we promise not to do it ever again," was all Emma could stammer.
Officer Johnson did not reply. Instead, Emma realized that his gaze had drifted down to her chest--her hands cuffed behind her back were forcing her shoulder back and prominently displaying her breasts. Emma was embarrassed, but Amanda recognized an opportunity and went for it.
"Officer Johnson, we're sorry, is there anything we can do to make this go away?" she asked innocently as she stepped closer to the officer.
Officer Johnson scratched his chin as he looked Amanda up and down. "You two are in some serious trouble," he replied. "Do you have any more weed on you?"
Amanda turned around, presenting her ass to the officer. "It's in my back pocket," she said looking over her shoulder. Emma knew there was no weed in her back pocket but watched intently to see what Amanda was doing. The officer stepped closer, placed his hand directly on her ass, and squeezed. Amanda responded by smiling and slowly extending her cuffed hands back so her fingers brushed against Johnson's crotch. When he made no effort to stop her, Amanda began to massage the cock under his uniform pants. Emma could see it growing in size.
"What about this one?" Johnson asked, nodding towards Emma. "She got anything on her?" Amanda locked eyes with Emma, raised her eyebrows, and titled her head--indicating Emma should play along.
"Ummm, uh maybe?" Emma meekly replied, uncertain what to say.
"Looks like you could be hiding a lot in that bra of yours," Johnson said with a smile. Emma looked down at her chest.