"It's still… still wrong," Betty said sulkily, staring at the banana.

"That? Oh, I guess some people think so. But Hank doesn't think so," Annie said confidentially, giggling nervously.

"You mean… you mean you and Hank? Ohhhhhhhh, Annie. I never would've thought…"

A flush of excitement and shame flashed through her body. Betty had always known Annie was more daring than most girls. She guessed that was why she liked the girl so much. But this? Sucking a cock! For a second she thought the brunette had just been teasing her, having learned that technique from reading one of those dirty books she managed to get bold of so often.

"Sure," the girl said, wrapping her half-eaten sandwich back in the aluminum and glancing up at the big clock. "Hank and I have been… well, you know, fucking around for over a year."

Betty felt her body grow lush and hot all over. Her flesh crawled while she could actually feel her pussylips move! They were moving, the rubbery edges slipping against one another while juice bubbled out and dampened her panty crotch. Just thinking about fucking, about her girlfriend stretched out on some bed, spreading her legs open for a stud, made her so warm down there in her cunt. It was awful, whorish to feel what she was feeling.

"How about getting… you know, pregnant and stuff like that?" Betty whispered, leaning over the Formica-topped table again. She thought the whole cafeteria could hear their conversation. Again the girl glanced nervously at the four studs sitting across the aisle, still staring at her and Annie.

"Oh, I take care of myself. And so does Hank," Annie said, narrowing her eyes and smiling knowingly. "Why so many questions? You've somebody on the line you're thinking about fucking?"

The question was like a bolt of lightning! Fucking? Her? The thought of her getting down with a guy made her cunt burn.

"No, no!" she said breathlessly.