Unknown: Noreen first time

Noreen reached up under Jacquette's belly.

"Noreen!"

"Ha ha."

"Fuckingchrist."

Jacquette slapped Noreen's hands away.

Felt the rip etch across the center of her mound. Spread of pain in the pussy.

"Shit!"

Jacquette grabbed at one of Noreen's boobs. Kneed her between the pusslips.

Noreen delved again into Jacquette's belly. Jacquette buckled, gripping her clit.

Again the tear.

"Fucking bitch, Noreen."

Noreen swiped a fistful of cunthairs across Jacquette's face.

Stuck some of Jacquette's cunthairs into Jacquette's nostrils.

"Motherfuck."

Jacquette kicked out again.

Noreen reeled backward.

"Cocksuck."

Noreen found herself in a pile of bed linen. She pulled out a pillow and heaved it at Jacquette. Hit her in the tits.

"Suck clit," Jacquette sneered.

Then spat in a sputtering stream.

"Shit," Noreen choked. "I'm really going to have to take a shower now-with your spit all over me, Jacquette. Dirty little pussy."

"You know that I know that you know that you like it. But don't get any ideas about that, my dear Noreen."

Jacquette ran her hands through her shaggy cunny. Looked briefly at the bare spots where Noreen had depilated her.

"I'm gonna get you, twattwister."

"Better do it fast, Jacquette. I'm out of here tonight. For good."

"Not going to stick around any?"

"No. The coaches thought I should leave training camp pretty soon-they said maybe on Monday. But I don't want to be here over the weekend."

"Yeah. That might be a debacle. Everyone coming up to you and consoling you."

"Sickening."

"And you'd know they're actually glad-cause it means they didn't get the flicking axe on their fucking necks."

"Are you glad, Jacquette?"

"Never."

"Sure?"

"Noreen-we've competed against each other and competed as a team in international meets. Maybe we have been rivals."

"That's what I mean."

"Who knows? Maybe a few years ago I might have felt different about it. But I'm a lot more mature now. Hey!-My days around here can't be so many. As a gymnast, I'm an old hag already."

The two women kicked through the crumpled sheets piled on the dormitory floor.

"I'll miss you."

"Me too."

Kiss on each other's cheeks.

"Really miss you."

Pecks on necks.

"It'll be like motherfucking unbearable around here without you. All those other smelly whores. Gag me. Every stinking one of them."

"The only one I'll miss-besides you, Jacquette-is that Slash guy-dude who was here this week as a coaching consultant?"

"Yeah. He's okay. See, Noreen. Should have gone down for him while you had the chance."

"Maybe so, after all."

They walked with their arms about each other's waists into the bathroom.

Stepped into the shower together.

"I mean it, Noreen. I hate this place. I wish-almost-that I was leaving this shithole with you."

"At least you have a place to be."

"You going home?"

"Where's that?"

Noreen turned the water on in the shower stall. They wriggled at the initial frigid dribbles. Then the two girls huddled together under the spray as the water heated up.

"Well-I don't know where your home is if you don't, Noreen. Your parents live in different places now, huh?"

"They're only both in Los Angeles until the divorce is finalized. Then my mom's going to go to New York."

"That's where your brother lives?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe you should pay him a visit."

"Maybe."

"Called him yet?"

"No. No one."

Jacquette clutched Noreen's side. She took the large sponge and soaped down Noreen's back.

"Kinda sad," Jacquette said. "This is our last shower together, huh?"

"Who knows," Noreen smooched Jacquette's forehead. "We can always visit each other. We are friends-aren't we?"

"As you say-who knows? But we'll find out how much we mean to each other-"

"Oh, shut your fucking face. You know I love you as a sister almost-or more, actually."

Noreen felt tears lurch from her eyes.

She plastered her face with shower water as Jacquette ran the soaped sponge down beneath her back. Between the cheeks of her ass.

Slid the slick sponge between her legs. Up in the front, nuzzling her twat.

"Oooooh"

Jacquette brought the sponge up Noreen's belly. Massaged the cuntfur.

Nabbed the navel.

Tusseled with copious cups of boob as she soaped Noreen's chest and ribs.

"Mmmmm."

"Now you do me, Noreen."

Noreen was almost afraid to touch Jacquette now. It was as though, with Noreen's imminent departure, some of her guard was let down.

The mere sight of bare flesh was enough to set Noreen off into flaming fantasy.

Noreen was blinded for an instant by the thought of fuck. Then a hot wave of something else. Dizziness-never felt it that strong before.

And in her mind's eye: Huge cock thrusting at her face. The tension in her twat.

The impression of pecker between her legs.

Prick sizzling up her ass. And, yes, cunt slapping at her face.

Fucking guys.

Sucking gals.

And more:

Whips flickering in the firelight.

Rubber and leather-wet and tight.

Fists fucking mouths and asses and cunts.

Spike heels and spurs.

Streams of glossy piss.

Crystalline enemas.

Delirium.

"Uh. Noreen?"

"Huh?"

"You okay?"

"I guess so."

"Sure?"

"Just thinking."

"Yeah. That'll kill you every time. Watch yourself, doll."

Noreen flushed, blushed.

Focused her eyes.

Soaped up the sponge and ran it between Jacquette's thighs.

Noreen imagined a cock and balls there. And then of course jerked her mind back to reality. But that didn't help her either.

She was dry in the mouth.

Running a fever.

Ran her hands up and down the crack in Jacquette's fanny. Then worked the sponge into the nooks and crannies of her cunny.

And then.

Who the hell was it-were they?

What the hell was it?

The fuck was going on?

Steam all around them.

Clear as life.

Noreen imagined the three naked torsos gleaming out from the billowing steam. There was Noreen herself.

Nude, tits bouncing.

Nipples erect.

And Jacquette, of course.

Likewise unclad.

Tartlike fits glistening and running with soapy water. Playing something long and soapy between her legs.

Noreen saw that Jacquette's mouth was open.

Tongue licking like a snake.

Eyes burning with a cold desire. Lips wrestling in a quirking smirk combining innocent joy and cruel and distant mockery.

And behind Jacquette, in among the pillows of vapor. A male head emerged.

Curly haired on top. Razor straight on the sides. Looking almost horned. Someone born to ravish nymphs.

Greek god type.

But in the flesh.

Noreen saw the misty outlines of the young man's thighs. Rutting, pumping.

Noreen giggled.

Reached in between Jacquette's legs.

Took hold of the cock Jacquette was playing between her loins.

A long dong.

Stretching from where the dud was dry-rutting on Jacquette from the rear.Head hopping out the front, just beneath Jacquette's cunt.

"Who's honker have I got now?" Noreen imagined herself saying.

Noreen recognized the voice of Slash Buckler, the last guy she had come in contact with that she thought might be worth a fuck. The one-another one-she hadn't fucked.

Another regret?

Not in her fantasy.

"Unh."

"You like, Slash?"

"Aaaaah."

"Shit, Noreen. Don't be so greedy. I want some of that prick too."

Jacquette scissored her legs and got out from between Noreen and Slash.

It was almost as if, in this fantasy, Noreen was letting Jacquette be her guide.

Yes-Jacquette would fuck and suck first. Show Noreen the ropes.