"…pussy," she heard.

For a moment, startled, she didn't under stand. The next word she heard caused her to gasp with full understanding. Fucking!

Judy stopped in her tracks. A warm flush spread over her face, a flush of embarrassment. She glanced about but saw no one. Wondering where the voice came from, she glanced at the trash receptacles. They were pulled perhaps three or four feet away from the wall of the building, and garbled whispers came from that direction.

Stepping closer, she strained her ears.

"Do you really like to touch me?" she heard a feminine voice say.

The reply was a simple grunt.

Curious, with a strange excitement bubbling inside her slender body, Judy moved close enough to peer around the edge of a container. Her breath caught, and she shoved a small fist to her mouth to choke back the startled gasp.

Leaning against the wall of the building was a girl she knew slightly. The girl was about her age, perhaps a few months younger. Her name was Susan. She was a very pretty little girl, with golden hair that was usually worn in twin ponytails. However, the girl had always seemed extremely shy with others. Right now, though, she wasn't at all shy.

Susan was leaning against the building, holding her skirt about her waist. She was looking down, her hips arched forward with her weight braced by her shoulders. Her feet were perhaps a foot and a half apart. Judy noticed the expression on Susan's face; it was one of intense excitement.

There were two pairs of hands feeling Susan's golden, smooth thighs. Judy could not see who the hands belonged to. With choking amazement, Judy saw one of those hands pull the crotch of Susan's panties to one side, and she stared, almost fascinated, at the almost hairless little pussy of the girl.