The other man began pounding his prick into the other woman's rectum in the same jerky manner. Both women lurched spasmodically, seemingly trying to eat each other alive, and after a few seconds the four collapsed and were still.

"I'm ready to go if you are, Stacy. I'm so fucking sexy-hot I can't take it any longer without flipping right out of my skull!"

"I'm ready," Stacy said, backing away from the window. "I'm not exactly cool, you know!"

"If I show you how I relieve my sexual tension at times, will you promise not to tell anybody, Stacy? You won't have to do anything – and you won't be touched. I just want to show you a wonderful way that I get my jollies!"

"I don't suppose I'd have anything to lose," Stacy said, thinking that Betty was also an exhibitionist and wanted to be watched while masturbating in some fashion.

Betty had also backed away from the window. She peered through the darkness into Stacy's face. "You promise not to blab?"

"Yes," Stacy said. "Sure, I promise."

"Then let's haul ass!"

CHAPTER TWO

Stacy and Betty were both sixteen. They both lived within a mile of the house where they'd been peeking. All the people living in that general area were in the "horsy set" to one degree or another. Stacy's parents were well-to-do and had enough money to raise thoroughbred jumpers and she and her father competed with them. Her mother wasn't so athletically inclined and spent a great deal of her time sulking, occasionally drinking far too much.

Betty's parents weren't as wealthy and were actually from what people considered to be the lower rungs of the "horsy set". They, and similar families, kept horses for the pleasure of just riding. There was a little friction in the high school between the two groups, and Stacy actually represented the one set and Betty the other.