Lunch-time

The bell rang. "Thank God" thought Skit as she hurriedly slid her folder into her schoolbag and zipped it closed. Slinging her bag onto her back she hurried out of the classroom. Outside, the sky was gray and the air cold. That was the first thing that Skit noticed but she didn't care. She walked on to her favorite spot to meet her three friends, Ciara, Lana and Meave. They met up every lunchtime and this one would be no different. "Lesbian! Lesbian!" Skit ignored the cries and jeers of her classmates. They automatically assumed that because Skit and her three best friends were all lesbians that there was something sexual going on between them. It was ridiculous to assume that. It was like saying that if siblings are of opposite genders then they must be sleeping with each other. It was possible to be friends without having a sexual relationship. Skit smiled to herself, thinking of this. She was fucking them all anyway. "Hiya Skit." Lana greeted her as she sat down on the wall, just beyond the hockey pitch, out of view from the rest of the world. This place was hidden away, almost secret, a refuge. "Hello everyone." Skit said. "How was your day?" "Sucky." Ciara replied, opening her schoolbag and pulling out a plastic bag containing her lunch. "As usual." "Same." Meave sighed. She opened her own lunch. "Oooh, look." She giggled. "A chocolate bar. It's a Flake. You know what they say about flakes." "What DO they say about flakes?" Lana said blankly. Meave laughed at her friend's naivety and said "They're really crumbly and flaky, hence the name. Never masturbate with one, you'll never get it out again." They all laughed. Skit glanced at Lana and pushed her to the ground. No more words needed to be exchanged. Tearing off Lana's skirt and tights, Skit could feel Meave undoing the button at the back of her own skirt. Not wanting to be left out Ciara ripped off her jumper, tie and shirt. Lana laughed as Skit pulled down her knickers and brushed her fingers against the delicate skin of her labia. She was fully shaved but the hair was just beginning to grow back, and it was short and prickly against Skit's fingers. So to avoid this sensation, Skit pulled the skin open and thrust her fingers inside. Lana almost spasmed bucking wildly, giving Skit the determination to thrust harder, and she did. Meave and Ciara were kissing, running their hands over each other's bodies. Ciara pressed her breasts into Meave's while Meave groped for her pussy with her free hand; grabbing at her clit with her index finger and thumb. Ciara whined a little breaking away from the kiss, Meave was hurting her but Meave only hurt her more, not caring.

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