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Bernedette Wellington was walking home from school with her textbooks clutched to her chest. She was a pretty little girl, a blonde, and she had a finely toned athletic torso. She ran track and field.

She wasn't very tall, standing only a fraction of an inch over five feet tall, and she was built on a small frame.

But she was as fast as greased lightning when she ran, and was by far the fastest girl in the school.

She ran both the sixty and one hundred yard dashes, and won a lot more races than she lost as a rule.

And that was even taking into consideration the fact that her high school frequently had meets against larger schools.

Bernedette weighed ninety five pounds on the button.

Her weight never fluctuated, even during her monthly cycle. She was walking home from afternoon practice when she heard a familiar voice call her name at her rear.

Bernedette looked back over her right shoulder and her face broke into a brilliant grin of happiness.

Skipping up behind her was her very best friend Michele, who was also flashing her teeth happily.

Bernedette and Michele were lovers as well as friends.

They both tended to get very horny after a work out. The second the two pretty girls made eye contact they knew they would have to get it on before either of them went home.

Bernedette had large almond shaped eyes. The pupils were blue the color of the spring sky and twinkled merrily whenever she was happy, which was most of the time.

Her hair was curly and sat up on top of her head like a mop.

Bernedette's nose was very small a mere button. It.was curled up a little at the end and looked very cute. Her nostrils were oval shaped and tended to flare open when she could feel herself getting sexually aroused.

Bernedette's mouth was small, and heart shaped. Her lips were full and sensuous very kissable.

Ail of the guys in school thought that Bernedette was too interested in sports to think about sex.

Nobody except her lover knew that she was a lesbian and actually one of the horniest girls in the school.

Bernedette and Michele did everything together. They had no taboos. They massaged each other both externally and internally.

Bernedette tended to hold her lips slightly parted, and she frequently moistened them with her tongue tip. They were as red as cherries in spite of the fact that the little blonde had never worn lipstick.

Her complexion was a perfect peaches and cream. She had a knack of getting sunburn badly every year at about this time.

It was April, and every teenage girl's mind turns to thoughts of pure physical pleasure.

Bernedette could feel her pussy start to ache the second she laid eyes on her best friend her lover.

Bernadette's eyebrows and eyelashes were just as light and golden as the curly hair on her head.

Her lashes were long and curled up slightly at the tips so that they licked at her high cheekbones when she blinked them, making a flapping motion.

Her arms were slim and her fingers were long and slender.

She kept her nails long and filed to slight points, but did not wear polish. All of her fingers had long nails except for the middle fingers the longest two fingers on either hand.

These were filed short so that the pretty little blonde could use those fingers to explore her lover's inner pussy and asshole.

"Hi, Michele," Bernedette said cheerfully. "What was your time in the 440 today?"

"Ecccchh! I don't even want to talk about it. It's going slow. But the strain is starting to feel better."

Michele had pulled a muscle two weeks before, and was on the slow road back from a serious injury. She could only run at 90% and this frustrated her.

Michele looked at Bernedette's breasts lustfully, and licked her lips boldly to make them wet and slippery.

"How did you do?" Michele asked, noticing that Bernedette's nipples were starting to grow and get hard.

Bernedette had round firm breasts that rested high on her chest.

Her tits were so perky with youthful good-conditioning that her nipples pointed slightly.upward.

She was wearing a halter top, and the erections at the tips of those tits were quite plainly visible.

Bernedette was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and a pair of gray running shoes with white socks underneath, pulled up taut, almost to the knee.

The jeans were very old and were faded almost white by multiple washings and several summers of sunshine.

They had worn through several times in the seat and had had to be patched by colorful squares of cloth.

One's eye tended to go to Bernedette's ass whenever one was walking behind her.

She had a cute way of moving her round butt from side to side when she walked. Her legs were well-muscled, but still shapely and feminine. Her ankles were trim and would have looked spectacularly sexy in a pair of high-heels, had she been the type to wear them.

Michele, on the other hand, was about five inches taller than Bernedette, and on the lanky side.

Her legs were very long, perfect for the long strides needed in the longer sprint races.

Michele had had hopes of running.the mile before the season was through, but those plans were nixed by her pulled muscle.

She had dark brown hair that spilled down low over her shoulders and down between her rather sharp shoulder blades.

When she ran she tied her hair back into a long pony tail.

She was wearing her sweat suit, which was navy blue and had white stripes up the sides of each leg.

Her breasts were actually the same size as Bernedette's but appeared smaller because of her height.

Michele had a boyish walk, and did not have the feminine mannerisms of her little blonde lover.

There were a lot of boys at the high school who knew better than to slap moves on Michele suspecting she was a lesbian.

Bernedette actually flirted with guys, and was not disgusted at the thought of having sex with a guy someday.

Michele, on the other hand, hated all men. Her father had beat her a lot as a child, and she thought all men were pigs just like her sadistic old man.

"God, Bernedette, I am so horny I can taste it!" Michele said, in a low, throaty, sexy voice.

"I know what you mean," Bernedette said. "I can feel my cunt aching too. Where should we go?"

"Let's go back into the woods by the gravel beds. There is still a couple of hours of sunshine left. We can find a bed of grass in a clearing. I know a place."

"Sounds good to me," Bernedette said. "Is your mother expecting you home or anything?"

"I told her that practice might run late," Michele said.

They looked into each other's eyes and sighed simultaneously, feeling a tension in their lower bellies.

Both sets of nipples were hard and erect, yearning to be stroked by both fingers and sensuous tongues.

The gravel pits were north of the school less than a quarter mile away. The school was out in the country, far from the village.

They didn't have to walk far to find complete privacy. The sky was very blue and there wasn't a single cloud in it.

It was the warmest day of the year up to that point, and even the breeze had a warmth to it that the girl's had not felt in months.

The ground had finally dried from the spring melt.

They agreed it was perfect to get naked and play in nature.

Bernedette and Michele attended Rushdale High School which was the tiniest high school in all of Wayne County.

Rushdale was no more than a crossroads, located about fifteen miles west of the City of Rochester.

They were only a five minute drive from the south bank of Lake Ontario.