There she was, on the other side of the coach. Jasmine. She sat there amongst her group of friends, making Stephenie grow jealous. Why were they friends with her? She was so cruel, yet the whole school seemed to be wrapped around her little finger.
The coach reched its final stop, and Jasmine strode over to Stephanie confidently. "Meet me in room 69 at the hotel. Come alone." Jasmine walked back over to her friends. What was that all about, Stephanie wondered.
Everyone was in their rooms, trying to sleep before the day of activities tomorrow. Stephanie walked over to outside room 69, which was seemingly deserted. Where was Jasmine?
Stephanie jumped as she felt a hand on her waist. She was spun around, and there behind her was Jasmine. Their lips crushed together with a sense of urgency thef neither had ever thought possible.
Crashing through the door of the room, their limbs became entwined and Jasmine let out a low moan as Stephanie latched her hands into her hair.
Both fighting for dominance, they fought to take off eachothers clothes. Then, Jasmine stopped, confusing Stephanie. "Are you sure you want to do this?" She growled. When Stephanie nodded vigorously in reply, they continued.
Burning with passion, both removed the underwear of the other. They ground their pussies together, each trying to force the other into submission. Their lips were constantly locked as they moaned into eachothers mouths.
When Jasmine felt Stephanie's legs start to shake, she knew that she was close too, but wanted to win the battle.
Stephanie felt a knot grow in her stomach, and Jasmine felt the same. They kept going at a vigorous pace, and finally they both came at the same time.
After round two whilst trying to clean up in the bath, they both collapsed into the small double bed of Jasmine's hotel room. Curling up together, they agreed to round two the next morning, and their eyes fell shut at the same time.
