"Hello my, Pretties," Butch screeched in his best witch's croak that was actually quite good.
"Sir," Thumper gasped taken unawares. "We were just talking—"
"And that is today's lesson."
"Yes, sir," Bambi said, flashing her sweetest smile.
"Girl Talk," Butch announced.
"Sir?" Thumper asked, his plucked eyebrows arched winningly.
"Boys! From now on not a word comes from of your pouty mouths that doesn't center on boys–the heart and soul of your silly unmanly universes."
"Oh, boys," Thumper giggled. "Of course, that's all we talk about is boys."
"I'm waiting..." Butch said, folding his arms across his chest.
"Ah...? Bambi what were you just telling me?"
"Oh...that I think that Brent is soooo dreamy!"
"Oh, me too," Thumper gushed.
"He's on the football team you know. So big and strong. And real smart too!"
"I know exactly what you mean, girlfriend. Every time he even looks my way my knees get all wobbly."
"Not me. I get all squishy inside," Bambi twittered. "If he'd just give me half a chance, I know I could made him forget about any other girl."
"Really, Bambi? Show us how." Butch said.
"How, sir?"
"Yes. Pretend Thumper is your Brent. That's the way girls practice isn't it!"
"Oh yes, sir," Thumper cut in. "We practice like that all the time. Don't we Bambi?"
"Sure, we do."
"Well!" Butch roared.
"Why, I'd hang round his neck just like I was his favorite gold chain is what I'd do."
Bambi–now much shorter than Thumper–put both arms round his neck–making a necklace of them. Then she rose up on tiptoe and pressed her breasts against Thumper, shifting them about in a slow sexy dance.
"Then I'd...I'd..."
Thumper kissed Bambi smack dab on the lips. Bambi slid her tongue into the waiting darkness of his mouth.
A long time later they dragged themselves apart.
"Why, that's what I'd do," Bambi gasped quite pleased with herself though she didn't exactly know why.
Butch did not enjoy this. Both the girls looked like they were enjoying it.
"I want to see you girls practicing every chance you get–in the back of class, in the boys' room, under the bleachers–anywhere and everywhere.
"You can count on me, sir," Thumper nodded.
"Girls!", Butch barked. "I want you to sleep, drink, and eat boys. How you can't hardly wait to make them happy. Happy that you're his girl. You got that!"
"Yes, sir," Bambi said.
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Bambi and Thumper
Teen FictionOur story unfolds in the dark ages before LBGTQ+. Terry and Alan were never friends. What they were was a pair of fun-sized and terror-stricken high school freshmen. The boys were under the thumb of senior ogres: Butch and his wingman Spike. Under t...
