Camilla went to her top dresser drawer and got out the powerful flashlight she kept there. Aiming at Janet's window, she gave it a few flashes and waited. It took two more tries to get her chubby friend's attention. Camilla giggled as she saw Janet waving, her big tits bobbing with excitement. Janet used her own flashlight to signal that she'd be over soon.

Camilla sat down to wait, imagining Janet leaving her own house, and crawling through the hole in the fence only they knew about. Already she could hear Janet's footsteps across the carport roof, then a louder bump as she jumped to the house. Camilla opened her bedroom window just as Janet was about to tap on the glass.

"How was your date with Ralph?" Janet asked, swinging into the room and putting down her small backpack.

Cammy shrugged. "Nothing special. What you got in there?"

Janet wrinkled her short nose and showed a maniacal smile. "A fucking six-pack of malt liquor. How does that grab your cunt?"

"Let me have one. My mom has been giving me the usual shit."

When both of them had popped a can, Janet brushed brown curls out of her eyes and lifted an eyebrow at Camilla.

"What do you keep rubbing at your fingers for? Something sticky on them?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact. Ralph." Camilla shuddered. "Ralph did something awful!"

Janet shifted her plump bottom on the bed. "Let me guess. He came all over the place."

"With your help."

"He wanted to touch him," Camilla blurted. "I didn't know all that stuff would spurt out."

"I told you about all that," Janet said, impatience in her voice.

"Yeah, but I thought it went inside." Cammy patted her belly. "You know."

"So, did he like it?" Janet scooted closer.

"Of course he liked it."