J. Watson: High school swingers

"His private collection?" Diane asked. "What's that?"

"His pictures and films," Debbie explained. "Pretty raunchy stuff."

"You mean your father has dirty pictures," Diane said.

"Lots of them," Debbie said. "All hidden away in one of his drawers. I bet your father has some too."

"Not my father," Diane said.

Diane remembered how she'd awakened at night and heard the film projector going and she'd wondered what films her parents were watching that time of night.

It seemed a little foolish for her parents to be watching family films in the dark privacy of their bedroom.

"We could look," Debbie suggested. "You said your parents won't be back for hours."

"Okay," Diane said. "We'll look. But I don't expect us to find anything."

Diane felt her heart pounding as they made their way up the stairs.

"Oh, this is nice," Debbie said, as they entered the plushly-carpeted bedroom.

"Where should we look?" Diane asked.

"In the closets first," Debbie said. They found the film projector easily but they found no films in the room. They searched it twice and there was nothing to be found.

"Damn," Debbie said disgustedly. "I guess your father isn't like mine."

"No," Diane said. "I guess he isn't."

"But why does he keep the projector in here if he doesn't have any films?" Debbie asked.

"I don't know," Diane admitted. "But I've heard it going at night."

"Then there must be some films here somewhere," Debbie said. "We just haven't found them."

Diane sat down on the edge of the big, comfortable bed. She looked around but she couldn't think of any place where they hadn't looked.

"Under the bed," Debbie said. "But we looked under the bed," Diane said. "Not under the mattress," Debbie said. "But there couldn't possibly be anything…" Diane began saying.

But Debbie had already pulled up a portion of the mattress to expose the cavity beneath the springs. The hollow portion was filled with books, magazines, films, and devices that Diane had only heard dirty stories about.

"There," Debbie said gleefully.

Debbie reached in and got a handful of the magazines and pulled them out.

"We should be able to learn something from these," Debbie said.

Debbie let the mattress fall back and the two of them stretched out on the big bed. Diane was beginning to feel a little guilty and ashamed. After all, she had gone through her parents' room and now she was helping her friend look through some magazines that her patents obviously didn't want her to see.

The shame left her almost as soon as Debbie opened the magazine to the first page.

"My God," Debbie said. "Will you look at that. Daddy just had some naked pictures. He didn't have anything like this."

Diane was looking and she could feel her heart hammering rapidly.

Debbie turned over the pages slowly and each picture seemed worse than the one before. Pictures of people doing everything – sucking, fucking and everything else in every combination possible. There were plenty of cum shots. "Damn," Debbie said softly.

The next magazine had only girls and Diane was finding it hard to breathe.

"I-I," she stammered. "I never thought about two girls like that."

There was a picture of a dark-haired girl with her face buried in the pussy of another girl.

"God," Debbie said softly. "Oh, God." Diane was getting hot. She couldn't help it. She was wondering what it would be like to pose for pictures like that, and she wandered what it would be like to kiss another girl.

Her own thought shocked her. "I'm getting kind of flushed," Debbie said.

"Me too," Diane admitted.

"I wonder where they find girls to do this," Debbie said. "It looks like they're really enjoying kissing one another."

"Uh-uh," Diane said.

"Do you think that it would be fun?" Debbie asked. "I mean, to kiss another girl."

"I don't know," Diane said.

She knew what Debbie was getting at. She wanted Debbie to go ahead but she wanted Debbie to stop at the same moment. She really didn't know what she wanted.

She felt Debbie moved her leg closer. Their thighs touched. Diane had on shorts and Debbie's short skirt didn't cover enough to matter. Diane felt Debbie rubbing against her.

"Would you like to kiss another girl?" Debbie asked.

"I don't know," Diane said.

"Would you like to kiss me?" Debbie asked.

It was a long time before Diane could answer. She was afraid, more afraid than she'd ever been. What happened with her two teachers had been wrong, but at least it was natural.

There was something unnatural about what Debbie was asking.

"Yes," Diane admitted.

It was true. She wanted to kiss Debbie. She wanted to feel Debbie's soft lips against her own. She felt her heart hammering again.

Debbie leaned closer, her face inches from Diane's.

"Just like the magazine," Debbie whispered. Her lips pressed against Diane's. She felt Debbie's lips open and her tongue press against her mouth. Diane moaned as her lips came open and Debbie's hot tongue went deep into her throat.

Her first thought was that it was wrong. But her second thought was that nothing could be wrong that felt so good.

She hadn't realized Debbie's fingers had been fumbling at her blouse until she felt Debbie tugging her flimsy blouse open.

"Debbie," Diane gasped. "What are you doing?"

"Don't stop me." Debbie pleaded. "I've wanted to do this for so long. Please don't stop me."

Diane felt weak as she tried to push Debbie away. Then she didn't want to push Debbie away as she looked down and saw the girl's blonde hair against her tits.

Debbie reached behind her back and easily unhooked the bra. Diane didn't protest as Debbie pulled it off her shoulders and pressed her face against Diane's tits.

"Oh, Debbie," Diane moaned. "Oh, Debbie, you shouldn't be doing that. You shouldn't. It's wrong."

Diane said the things she knew she should say but she knew that she really didn't want her friend to stop. It felt too good. Debbie's lips were soft against her, not like the greedy sucking of a boy, but gently caressing.

"You're getting me hot," Diane moaned.

It was wrong, so wrong. And yet there was something exciting about being touched by another girl. Debbie knew the things to do to turn her on. Diane quit pretending.

"Oh, Debbie," she moaned. "Mmmmm. It feels good. It feels so good."

Debbie played with one tit while she sucked on the other. Her wet tongue caused shivery spasms up Diane's spine. She arched her back and tried to push more of her titty into Debbie's hot mouth.

"Oh, Jesus Christ," Diane groaned. "Your lips feel so good to me."

"Yes," Debbie said. "It makes me feel hot to play with your titties. I've always thought they were so pretty. I've always wanted to touch them. Looking at them in the park was part of what got me turned on."

"Seeing Mr. Kinkaid's big dick didn't help?" Diane asked, giggling.

"Of course, honey," Debbie said. "Of course it did. But your tits are so pretty. I love them. I love how your nipples get so hard."

"Jesus, Debbie," Diane protested. "You're biting me too hard."

"Sorry," Debbie said. "But your tits are just so tasty I can't help biting."

Diane knew she wasn't going to be able to control herself. She was burning hot already!

She brought her hands up Debbie's back and then slipped them between them so she could feel Debbie's tits. She found the young blonde's nipples as hard as rocks.

"Ummm," Debbie moaned.

"You're all excited," Diane said.

"Damn right," Debbie moaned. Diane unbuttoned Debbie's blouse and found the girl wasn't wearing a bra. Diane slipped her hands into the warmth of Debbie's blouse.

"Your tits are nice," Diane said.

She cupped Debbie's titties and used her thumb to rub the hard nipples.