"...to get me off," Jennifer said. "And don't stop until I cum."
Claire's face twisted in shock at Jennifer's dare, and then twisted even more when she found herself putting one hand on Jennifer's breast and another on her crotch, rubbing intensely.
"Oh...yes!" Jennifer said, knowing she was finally going to have release. Under Claire's pushing, Jennifer guided her across the hall and into the bathroom. She pressed her butt against the counter while Claire continued to fondle her.
Claire then worked madly to unbutton Jennifer's pants. She still had a horrified expression on her face, unable to believe what she was about to do, and unable to stop herself.
She pulled down Jennifer's thong and plunged two fingers into her moist slit. Jennifer moaned in pleasure. It's coming, she thought. Finally, it's coming. She wanted nothing more than to feel the ecstasy of orgasm once again.
Claire pumped her fingers harder and harder while hugging Jennifer closely with her other arm. Their breasts pressed together. Their faces came closer. Jennifer's mouth hung open. They both closed their eyes as Claire kissed Jennifer passionately. Then she rammed all of her fingers into Jennifer and it was time.
Jennifer's body went wild with the feeling. It was so intense, just the way she remembered it last night. But just like last night, it was over far too quickly.
Claire removed her hand, making a slimy sound. Jennifer braced herself against the counter, her legs weakened by the encounter. As she panted, she looked over at Claire, who was regaining control of her body. The dare having been fulfilled, she was left to make her own decision with how to proceed.
She stared at Jennifer with the same expression of terror. She looked down at her cum-covered hand as if she'd never seen it before. She grabbed a handful of paper towels and then bolted out of the room.
Jennifer was too happy to care about what her friend could be feeling. She was just glad she was able to get off again. Maybe now she could concentrate on school, and cheerleading, and Nathan.
At that thought, her craving returned. She fell back further against the counter, shivering at the thought of having sex with him. Claire hadn't satisfied her at all. It was as if she hadn't had an orgasm in days...or weeks.
This wasn't possible. This couldn't be happening. She was never this obsessed with sex. What was going on? She somehow knew she had the answer, somewhere in her mind. But it was too hard to search for it amidst the desires that were welling up within her. Every orgasm since yesterday morning had made her hornier and hornier...what if another night with Nathan wasn't enough? What if she got worse? The feelings were already hard to ignore. What if they overwhelmed her completely?
She slammed a fist on the counter. "Dammit!" she shouted. She needed to concentrate. She had to go home, be by herself. Away from her friends, away from Nathan. She pulled up her thong and pants and bolted out of the room.