Date: Fri, 19 May 2000 20:26:35 CDT From: Wendy Evans Subject: Lesbian/Adult Friends/Frances - Day 2 The next morning was a repeat of the previous day -- except I didn--t trip and I had no cause to place my hands on Frances-- bottom and give her a little rub. The morning was uneventful, with the children semi-behaving -- no fights, no pulling of hair, nothing stuck up a nose, and no one got sick all over a desk or table. So after I scooted the kids to the cafeteria, and then helped Frances collect and put away the books, I left the library and went across the hall to the lavatory. Frances and I had barely spoken except to say hello and offer each other a smile with our greeting. Now I wasn--t sure if Frances-- comments yesterday were an invitation or not. Nevertheless, I skipped lunch, ducked into the lavatory and went to the end stall and entered. I got undressed and hung my skirt and panties on the hook on the door. (What the heck, I wanted to be comfortable while I fingered myself). I opened my blouse, and unhooked my bra and pushed it over my breasts. I began to slowly play with my nipples as I settled back and parted my legs. I pulled and twisted them -- eventually getting them very erect. If I try hard enough, I can cup a breast and get the nipple close enough to my mouth that my tongue can flick across it. That--s what I was doing -- eyes closed, flicking my nipple with my tongue, legs parted, getting wet, letting my horny pussy unfurl its petals. I had reached the point where I had begun touching myself, and sensed that since Frances had not joined me, I must have been mistaken about her intentions. Here I was, wet, horny, and aroused so I decided to make the most of things. Slowly, I began to run my fingers up and down my furry pussy, wiggling them against my clitty. I took the time to nudge a fingertip inside myself, and then with the soaking wet tip of my finger I reached beneath myself to touch my asshole. I was getting very involved in pleasing myself when the door to the lavatory opened. I stopped masturbating momentarily, until I heard Frances say "Hello, Wendy", to which I responded, barely able to speak, "Hi Frances". Frances walked up to the door of the stall, and I could see below that she was standing on her tip-toes. I looked straight up and caught her peering over the door watching me play with myself. She asked if I was having fun, and immediately said she would like to join me. I wasn--t sure what she meant by that, until she told me to open the stall door so she could watch. I reached to unlatch the door, and saw Frances there, with her skirt bunched up and two fingers plunging in and out of her pussy. Frances backed up and leaned her bottom against the sink directly outside the stall door and we began to watch each other masturbate. As I--ve said before, watching another woman pleasure herself is a very intense turn-on for me. While I prefer to keep a bushy growth on my pussy, I was intrigued watching Frances finger her completely shaven cunt. I was working myself to a great orgasm, watching Frances, and feeling my fingers touching and rubbing myself when all of the sudden the door to the lavatory opened and I heard a voice ask "Am I too late?" I was in horror at the thought that we were now caught, and that the incident would be reported to the principal, and I could certainly lose my job. I heard the click-clack of shoes as they crossed the lavatory floor, and with the door open and my skirt hanging on the hook I had no chance of covering up what I was doing. Suddenly, Yolanda, our mid-20--s music teacher came into view, smiled at me and said hello, walked to Frances and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. Yolanda--s hand slid down to cover Frances-- and slide back and forth several times. Then Yolanda announced that she thought she would join us. As I watched Frances, I couldn--t help but notice that Yolanda was getting completely undressed, revealing her rather chubby body. I watched her as she removed her blouse and bra, displaying her large breasts with certainly the largest nipples I could ever imagine. Once she was nude, she stood at the sink next to Frances, facing away from me, bent over and began to jam a finger into her bottom. The scene was too unreal for me to have ever dreamed of. I was sitting on a commode, furiously playing with myself, watching as Frances was deeply plunging her fingers in and out of her pussy, standing next to Yolanda who was finger-fucking her rather large bottom. It only took an extra moment or two before I let go and proceeded to cum with an extreme intensity. As soon as I started to cum, Frances joined me, thrusting her head back and arching her spine as she pounded her hand against her mound. Yolanda--s hand was now rapidly slapping against her bottom cheeks as she let out a little scream and began to shudder and shiver, obviously in the throes of her own orgasm. When we all had a moment to rest and get our breathing under control, Yolanda turned to me and asked, "So, Wendy, are you interested in joining our group?" I wondered what group she was referring to until Frances added that there were two others that regularly joined them in masturbating in the lavatory at lunch time. Sometimes, she said, since Yolanda was single, they got together at her house where they would have nude sleep overs and masturbate together. I could think of no other group I--d like to join. Thank you, all of you, for your great and provocative emails -- keep them cumming, er, coming -- Wendy :)