Lacy and Rita were two very hot items in the school they went to. Boys always came on to them, flirted and asked them out. What the school did not realize, and those around them, was that they were lesbians, hotly and satisfying so. It had become so hard for them to hold off touching each other. Lacy could see Rita in the hall, with some guy trying to chat her up, then feel her pussy begin its moistening, just as they has spoken about between themselves. Likewise, Rita would watch Lacy walk away, watch the swinging of her ass and her long liquid movements, and feel arousal of her own.

Today was a special day for them. They had Rita's house to themselves.

As they climbed up on the bed, Rita and Lacy looked longingly at one another. They saw passion and lust between themselves, in their eyes and in the small movements towards one another, the flinches that displayed their desires. They kissed, their lips meeting, their hands delicately placed on each other's arms. Lesbians making out, Rita put her hand downwards, smack onto Lacy's underpants at the front of her pussy, rubbing gently.

Their breath hot and wild, they mashed their lips together as Rita continued manipulating the now familiar ground of Lacy's sweet pussy. Their tongues searched inside one another's cheeks, their breathing meshing, their chests now touching, the delicious feel of breasts touching breasts. They fall to the bed, Rita laying on top, her tongue probing deeply into Lacy's hot, sweet mouth.