The Adventures Of A Promiscuous Teen Girl

Chapter Two - Lettuce

Lexi's POV

We got into the girl's toilets and dropped our bags on the floor. Lola hurried into a cubicle and locked the door behind her. I could hear muffled huffs of annoyance and I assumed she was having trouble finding it (the lettuce from her baguette). I looked down at my nails in boredom, ignoring two more girls coming into the toilets. Thick, black eyebrows and badly bleached hair, caked on orange foundation and harsh brown lines that they like to call contouring.

Someone clearing their voice brought me out of my studying of the two girls, who were now messily applying mascara. Lola's head popped out of the door, and she signalled for me to come closer. "I can't find it!" She exclaimed in a rushed whisper. "Just leave it until you get home, Lo." She looked at me, shocked as if I had just told her to carry a dead bird around in her bra.

Lola's hand reached out and grabbed me by the neckline of my top, then dragged me into the cubicle. It was a tight fit. Usually, there's barely enough room for one person to sit down, let alone two girls stood up. "What?" I mouthed to her, waiting until the two girls had left to talk. She waited until she heard the door close before replying. "I'm not having a piece of lettuce down my top all day, I won't be able to concentrate, and what if it smells!"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Well that's what you'll have to do if you can't get it out, it's not going to magic out of your bra!" I turned away to open the door, but her hand came up quickly, forcing it to stay shut. I looked at her, expecting an explanation. "Well, obviously you're going to have to get it out!"

I gulped. "I won't be any better at finding it," I paused to lick my suddenly dry lips, "what if it's on your boobs?" She almost looked bored with me. "I don't care, Lex, it's not like you don't have boobs." I ran a hand through my hair nervously, looking down at my feet. Her boobs were perky and over a handful each, I guessed from when we change together at shops and home.

"Pretty please? What's the matter?" She looked lost, like an adorable kitten. How could I exploit that? "You know I like girls, and we're best friends, I'd feel as if I'm benefitting from it more than you would..." She looked at me thoughtfully and let her hand down from the door, allowing me my freedom. I opened the door and squeezed past her awkwardly, leaving her leaning against the frame.

"I'll just go and get Adam to do it then." No...not him. Not that dick. I stared at her in the eyes, and she stared back seriously, placing a hand on her hip. I took a step towards her, still holding her gaze. "You'd let that son of a bitch touch your boobs?" She bit her lip and looked up as I towered over her. "I want it gone. So it's you or him. Personally, I'd rather you did it." She looked surprised with herself at that last comment and blushed a little.

I stepped closer to her, effectively forcing the both of us into the cubicle. I closed and locked the door without even looking behind me. She tripped over her own foot and nearly fell back onto the wall, but I caught her. If I was romantically involved with her, then it'd be the perfect position to kiss her beautifully red lips. I had to remind myself of what I was doing.

I sat down on the toilet lid and had her leaning back into an arm, perched on my legs. My other hand snaked under the hem of her top, and I traced my fingers lightly up her cream coloured stomach until I reached the underside of her bra. First I felt in between her breasts, and I could feel her heartbeat hammering away like a drum in a parade.

I took a moment to stare into her eyes as I searched the sides of her soft and tender breasts, being careful not to touch her nipples. Her eyes were cast downwards and her face had adopted a red hue. I resumed my searching, I knew I had to check under the breasts next. I slid my hand into her bra, and gently stroked the underneath. I couldn't resist the urge to squeeze it lightly. Her breath hitched as I did that, and her legs were tightly shut.