“It’s going great, actually,” she reported, feeling more confident than she had a few days ago, when they’d been caught. XXX she thought, moving so she could see the clock. She wished she were a guy, so she could ravish Kacey the way kids bragged about it, like it was in movies, and how she envisioned such a thing in her own dreams. Her face was merely three inches from Kacey’s as she whispered, “How’d it go? Kacey was hot. Both girls had the compulsion to walk to the other, and untie the strings holding the tiny pieces of fabric in place, but neither had grown quite that brave yet, or comfortable with their newfound attraction towards one another, whether it was as lovers, or simply “sparring partners,” as they liked to call it.
