Samantha had fled the study room as quickly as she could and retreated to the library. She didn't notice Ms.
Hadley look up in interest at her sudden appearance or her swift departure to get to the bottom of what was
going on. Trying to forget about the sight of her best friend on her hands and knees, fingering herself and
declaring her desire for... for... well she wasn't going to think about it! She ignored the stares of students
she didn't know as she sat at their table, pulled out her Math book, and tried to get lost in formulas,
integers, and equations.
And for a while, it worked. Sam was able to make it through most of the rest of the day without thinking about
what she had seen or wondering what was going on. It probably helped that Jen seemed to have disappeared and
wasn't around in the halls or cafeteria. Maybe she was sick and had a fever and that was why she was acting so
crazy? Unwanted or not, the thoughts of her friend returned at the end of the day and Sam decided she needed
to get an explanation. She owed Jen that much, as her friend. Mind made up, Sam packed up her things, closed
her locker, and headed out.
As she left the school building she ran into another student, a guy. "Sorry," she muttered.
"Oh, hey, are you Jen's friend?" he asked.
This made Sam pause. "Yeah, why?" The redhead sized up the boy in front of her, trying to think if she'd seen
him before. Something about him seemed familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it. That probably meant
he'd tried to ask Jen out and been flatly rejected. No surprise, either.
He smiled and quickly grabbed some papers from his shoulder bag. "I share a class with her and she didn't
show. Could you give her this? It's today's homework." He offered her the papers.
Sam took them. "Thanks," she said. "I'll make sure Jen gets them. I'm actually going to go see her right now."
The boy's smile seemed to grow wider. "Really? How convenient then. Thanks a lot." With that he excused
himself and Sam continued to walk to Jen's house.
It didn't take her long to reach the stately Smith residence. Sam always loved coming over to Jen's house for
sleepovers and parties, or even just to hang out. They had been friends for a long time, until... well, until
now. If Jen wasn't delirious with fever Sam wasn't sure if she wanted to stay friends with someone who got off
thinking about donkeys, no matter how much history they shared.
She stepped up to the door and rang the bell. A few minutes later Jen opened it. "Sam!" she exclaimed in
surprise. "What are you doing here?" She blushed slightly, thinking back to the last time she saw her friend.
"Well I had to ask you... what the fuck, Jen?" Sam cocked a hip and gave her a Look.
"You'd better come in," Jen replied. She let her friend inside then shut the door. Silently she led her friend
upstairs to her room. They both sat on her bed.
"Oh yeah, before we get into this here." Sam fished the papers the boy had given her from her bag and held
them out. "Your homework."
Jen took the offered worksheets and flipped through them. She paused as one of them stood out. Instead of
being exercises or an explanation of a project's requirements it was a quick handwritten note. She read what
it said. 'Remember Jen, you might lose your friends if you don't share your point of view with them. -K'
"So?" Sam demanded. "Were you sick? Were you playing some kind of crazy joke on me? Because if you were, it's
really not funny to have your best friend cumming over donkey cocks. What if it hadn't been me that came in,
huh?"
Jen blushed again, her thoughts spinning. Sam's words had brought her new obsession back to mind and also made
her recall the thrill of going to Ms. Hadley's home and experiencing the real thing. She could still taste the
hot donkey cum as it slid down her throat. She pressed her legs together as her pussy heated up and started to
get wet.
"It's the curse," she whispered. "I was cursed to be this way this morning. I can't help myself, especially
now that I know what the curse means." Jen looked up at Sam and thought about stopping there but she couldn't.
"I just can't stop thinking about hard, fat donkey cocks and being fucked by them or sucking them or just
stroking them until they cum all over me!" she squealed and came, the thrill of pleasure she felt from telling
Sam too intense to bare.
Sam's face was horrified. "I can't believe you, Jen! I thought you'd at least tell me the truth, not make up
some dumb lie about the silly 'town curse.'" She stood up angrily. "You could have at least had the decency to
just say if it was some freaky turn-on you had or something."
Jen stared at her angry friend, torn. She wanted to thrust a hand into her wet pussy, she wanted to explain to
Sam what had happened, but most of all she didn't want to lose her friend. As Sam reached for the doorknob,
intent on leaving, Jennifer opened her mouth and said...