How's the view up there?"

Pamela had never taken so to a girl. Donna was making things so easy for them both. She felt a definite warmth towards this teenager who was still able to take things in stride. 1t wasn't a sexual thing right now, but just a fast-developing adora- tion. Yet, there was a certain tingling within her and she recognized it. Pamela bent her head and kissed Donna right on the narrow white strip of panty between her legs, leaving a perfect lipstick imprint on the white nylon. It was not intended as sexual Both girls knew that. It was that Pamela felt the need to kiss Donna for her beautiful friend- ship, and Donna's sex was the only place available at the moment! Donna's hands gave a brief squeeze to Pamela's ankles in response, not from sexual emotion, but as a thank you for Pamela's love and affection so apparent in the brief kiss.

"Never kissed a girl on the pussy before," said

Pamela. "Nor anywhere else for that matter."

It was silent for a moment.

"I know, Pam. That's why it meant so much.

Thank you, hon."

The levity was gone now, wiped away by the sud- denly obvious warmth the two girls had for each other.

"Pam?"

"Yes?"

"Would you have kissed me there if… I didn't have panties on?"

Pamela's reply came only after a moment's pause.

"Yes." Donna squeezed her ankles again.

The van seemed to go on and 'on through the rain, and the two girls pitched and swayed in their joint bondage. The bond of sharing had become strong between them and neither would think of complaining to the other.

"Oh, Donna, I'm right side up and you're upside down. Poor baby. Is it uncomfortable?"

"A little. Did Jan put a punishment bra on you,

Pam? She did on me. Makes a girl wish she didn't have tits."

"Yes, hon. I'm wearing one too. I know what you mean. It's a bitch to feel those tacks in your skin."

The journey seemed endless, but of course it wasn't. The van had pulled to a halt before the ad- ministration building, and the doors were opened.