The Singer

by Nuit du Loup

"Where the hell is she?"

This was perhaps the twentieth time Claire had said that or something very much like it. She stalked through the half-lit hallways of her school with an annoyed expression on her youthful 14-year-old face. She would be fifteen in two weeks, but she didn't look it. She actually looked like she could still be as young a twelve.

She was very short at 4'7" and as petite as could be. She hated the fact that she was "cute." She considered her pixyish body to be a curse. Almost every day she looked in the mirror and hoped she grown a little or at least had gained a little in the way of curves, right now there were only barely noticeable mounds under her white tank top. She was the least developed girl in the entire freshman class. She'd tried to style her dark brown hair to make herself look older, but in the end it had looked like a joke, so she kept in the short ponytail it was in now.

Setting her small mouth into a frown and her thin eyebrows into an angry V, she halted at a hallway intersection. Tonight was the party/festival thing for the beginning of the new school year and she was supposed to be meeting up with her best friend Sam, short for Samantha, to hang out together. Unfortunately her friend was nowhere to be found. She already looked around the gym where most of the festivities were going on without success, so she'd thought to look around the rest of the school. All she'd found were three couples making out, one guy smoking, and lots and lots of nothing.

"Gah! I give up!" Claire half shouted to the empty corridor. Her high, sweet voice echoed off the lockers and returned distorted. Claire also hated her voice, she sounded like a little kid.

Hooking her thumbs into the belt loops of her dark blue denim skirt, she thought over her options. She knew she could just check things out on her own and let Sam find her, so she decided to go with that. She was actually interested in some of the stuff and didn't want to miss out.

When she crossed back to the other far end of the school where the gym was, she found crowds of students gathered in groups of friends. Claire didn't really know any of them well. She'd transferred to this school system during the tail end of 8th grade and had only really gotten to know Sam well. That had been easy because they lived only 5 houses apart. Claire hoped to make at least a few new friends now that the school year was starting back up.

When she entered the gym she saw that a stage had been erected at one end and that the large room was fairly dark except for a light shining on that stage. There were also a lot of other stands and racks set up all over the place that she didn't recognize the use of at the moment. On the stage was an older looking boy. From the sound of things he was doing a stand-up comedy routine.

Claire kept to the back of the rows of seats that were set up and then leaned up against the wall near the corner. She wanted to see if the show was any good before she committed to sitting down.

The guy on stage kept up a continuous dialogue, punctuated only by short pauses that marked the jokes. Claire thought he was fairly good. His jokes weren't that great, but he had that natural charisma and way of speaking that made them a lot funnier. Just as she was about to sit down and watch from a more comfortable seat, the guy ended his skit. Claire was rather disappointed at her bad timing. A person acting as a MC took the mic from the comic and announced that the next performance would be from a choir group in 15 minutes.

This didn't interest her in the least, so she pushed away from the wall and made to leave. When she was about halfway to the door something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. Stopping and turning, her eyes opened wide in surprise. There in the back row, a couple who looked like they were seniors had pushed their chairs very close to each other and almost looked like they were making out. Claire watched at first with interest and a familiar feeling stirred between her legs. But then she caught herself and turned away.

No, no, no, Claire, she told herself. Don't be jealous again.

Lately she'd been having ever stronger bouts of seemingly spontaneous arousal. It had started about a year ago. But she was determined to ignore it; she would not be any weirder than she already was. She would find a nice boyfriend like normal girls and that would take care of things. But no one ever looked at her that way except old men and that was just...eww.

She had tried flirting and asking guys out, but none of them took it seriously or showed the least attention to her. One guy had even laughed in her face. So now she had pretty much resigned herself to the fact that no one wanted a girl that looked so much like a child at her age. Her doctors had assured her that she was fine and just a really late developer, so she resolved to wait until she had something more to offer in the body department before she tried to approach anyone again.

On her way through the gym door, she overheard a passing group talking about another show that would be starting in the auditorium in a few minutes. It sounded like a band of some kind. Very interested, Claire quickened her pace and headed toward the indicated venue which was just down the hall a little ways. When she arrived, there was a fairly large number of other students milling around, waiting. This indicated that the band that was going to play was good enough to have a following. Encouraged that she might actually get to see something cool, Claire slipped inside.

The auditorium at this school was absolutely massive. It had been built back in the late 90's when school system apparently had money to throw around. It sank into the ground before her in a great many rows of folding seats. Another balcony of seats made the ceiling over her head for about a third of the length of the room.

As she walked down the short entry area she passed under the vent of an A/C unit. She shivered in the abrupt change in temperature and felt her nipples harden against her top. A group of boys waiting nearby looked over at her with expectant looks and then quickly turned away. Their disappointed faces shot another shaft of annoyance through her. Those guys were probably waiting in that spot deliberately so they could get glimpses of girls' breasts as they passed under the vent. She apparently hadn't been up to snuff for them.

When one boy looked at her again, Claire glared hard, he jerked and quickly turned away again. Claire thought she had a good glare because she had heterochromia. Her left eye was brown and her right one was blue; that usually weirded people out. Maybe it was also another thing on the list of things that were unattractive about her.

Since she was so early to the show Claire was able to get a seat right in the central front row. After she'd sat for about five minutes, the waiting people began filing in and picking seats. Claire wondered what kind of music it was to draw this many people. She herself was very passionate about music and enjoyed its many forms. She was in the school orchestra and could play both the cello and violin. At home she owned an acoustic and an electric version of both instruments. Her mom insisted that she learn only classical, be she secretly dabbled in pop stuff when her mom wasn't around to hear.

Almost right on the given start time, the auditorium lights dimmed to nothing so that the only light came from the runner strips on the floor. From the left side of the stage there was a ripple in the curtain and a blonde girl with an impressive chest walked out to the center and clasped her hands behind her back. She gave the chattering crowd a minute to quiet down and take their seats. When it was as silent in the room as a hundred teenagers could be, the blonde nodded once. A spotlight immediate snapped on and highlighted the girl.

"Thank you all for coming," The blonde smiled as she spoke in a clear crystal voice. Her voice would have carried easily even if she hadn't been wearing a wireless.

"I know what you're all here to see, so I won't keep you waiting." She continued with a roguish grin. "Here they are folks! Asylum Fire!"

The blonde pumped her fist into the air and on that cue, stage lights burst into brilliance and swiveled on their motorized mounts toward stage where the curtain shot upwards. Claire was almost deafened by the shouting crowd around her. When the lights dimmed enough so that they could all see through the glare, they saw 5 people standing on the stage with their instruments, all of them girls.

The stage had been divided into three tiers. On the top tier was a drummer with short cropped, bleached blonde hair. Standing next to her impressively large drum set was the keyboard player, a tall, slightly heavy looking girl with light brown hair and a sleeveless shirt that showed off her tattooed arm.

On the left of the middle tier was a guitar player. She was an attractive brunette wearing tattered jeans and a deliberately ratty looking t-shirt. Next to her was the bassist, another tall girl. She was blonde and looked like she was very athletic.

On the floor though was a single person that drew Claire's eyes. Standing next to a guitar on its stand was a girl that seemed a classification unto her own. If you put her picture in a magazine you'd find it cut out and posted up in boys' lockers. She was very tall and when standing in the multitude of stage and spotlights, she seemed absolutely radiant. Or at least that's the way she seemed to Claire.

Since she stood only ten or so feet away, Claire had a perfect view of the girl's body. She had long, dark red hair that rippled down thickly over her back and shoulders. Her sparse bangs hung down a little and drew you into hazel eyes set in a swarthy skinned face. Her face held excitement and something else that made Claire's skin tingle.

She was dressed in dark, skin tight pants. Claire couldn't tell what they were made of, but they didn't look like leather or latex. Up top she had a very tight black halter top that showed off her moderately large breasts and left most of her belly exposed. In all it probably skirted very close to the line of acceptability for the school dress code.

Claire for some reason couldn't take her eyes away. When the crowd cheered and howled, she just stood there in a personal bubble of silence; oblivious to anything. Part of her brain tried to chime in and remind her that she was supposed to be paying attention to the band, but the part running the show now kicked the first one in the teeth.

She couldn't explain why she felt so enthralled. She had found many other girls sexy or attractive but there had been nothing like this before. To Claire, the redhead seemed to exude sexuality; so much so that she felt rooted to the spot.

With a confidant smirk, the redhead walked straight out to the front of the stage and looked out over the wild crowd. Claire thought the girl could have had them all in her pocket right then. She didn't care about that though because from her front row vantage point, when she looked up, she was looking almost right into the girl's crotch and Claire saw that the tight pants showed almost every detail of what lay beneath them.

Claire felt her heart beating hard and confusion suffused her. Where had her rationality gone? Why was she reacting like this? Why had she reacted so strongly and quickly to this girl? She wanted to look away. She wanted to banish the temptation before her and go back to her plan of being normal.

"Thank you!" The redhead yelled to the crowd in a thick German sounding accent. They cheered once more and then began to calm down again. When the room was silent she just continued to gaze outward and survey her listeners. When those eyes settled on Claire, she felt something hot burn inside her. The redhead paused for a noticeable moment and Claire thought she saw something spark in the singer's eyes. They just stared at each other for that seemingly eternal second and Claire felt wetness leak into her panties.

The redhead broke the stare with a grin and waved a hand toward her band. After a short snappy bow she screamed out, "Asylum Fire!"

Before her shout had had a chance to die out the lights rearranged, brightened, and then flashed once as all four musicians started the first song. The music was a deep and heavy symphonic metal and a complicated opening run from the bass set the tone. The still nameless redhead walked calmly over to her racked electric guitar, picked it up, and then faced the crowd. Still with that strange, smoky smile, she started to play a counterpoint to the rest of the band. That was when she began to sing.

When the girl opened her mouth, she didn't start with words. Like a trained opera singer, she used her very voice as an instrument. It began as an almost mournful cry that sent a chill down Claire's back. She could feel the implied emotion and she saw many eyes around her close as they took in the sound. The first two minutes or so of the song were just like that, completely without words, but still completely understandable. When the singer finally did used word, they painted a picture and told a story of sadness, the tragic death of a loved one. When it came to an end there were many tears in the room.

Without a moment's pause they transitioned straight into the second song. It started off with the sadness at first, but then the singer's voice changed subtlety. It was only a hint at first, but a note a hope and renewal began to creep in. Claire listened and watched in awe. She couldn't have torn her eyes and ears away from the singer if her skirt suddenly caught fire from the heat building inside her.

Again, the band moved right into the third song. This time the sadness seemed to only be a slight shadow in the light of gathering cheerfulness. When they were in the second verse Claire's eyes again met those of the singer. As she sang of finding new love and purpose, the singer's eyes smoldered.

What's happening to me? Claire thought to herself. Why is she affecting me like this? She couldn't answer those questions, not at all.

When the third song ended on a positive note, the stage again went black and the curtains dropped. From the side the announcer girl came out again. A low grumbling of disappointment started to come from the crowd.

"Ah, ah, ahhh," The blonde announcer admonished with a cheerful wag of her finger. "Don't be saddened, that was simply the first part of four. They are resting for a moment and preparing for the next chapter of their performance. In five minutes from now, they shall return." On that cue, a large timer was projected onto the curtain and began to count down the five minutes.

Claire sighed and slumped into her seat. She had felt so drawn into the vocalist that she felt slightly drained. No one had ever affected her like this, not once. Yes she had seen both guys and girls she would have described as mouth wateringly gorgeous, but this was different. Her entire body was responding to this person. If it wasn't for the fact that she desperately wanted to watch the rest of the performance, she would have been supremely tempted to duck into a bathroom and masturbate, she was that freaking aroused right now.

She rested her face into her hands to try and clear her head of the sexual fog that seemed to be filling it. A moment later the person sitting next to her tapped her on the shoulder.

"What's up?" She asked curiously to the boy who'd done the tapping, she had no idea who he was.

He gestured toward the aisle and Claire saw the well endowed announcer standing there giving her a 'come hither' motion. Wondering what was going on, she stood and walked down to see why the blonde was looking for her.

"Did you need me for something?" she asked upon arrival.

"Not me," the blonde responded with an odd appraising smile. "It's Gina that wants to see you."

"Who's Gina?" Claire asked in bafflement.

The girl pointed at the stage, "The leader of the band you've been watching." Her tone implied that this should have been obvious. "Is this your first time seeing them?"

"Yeah, I haven't been going here for very long. Why does she want to meet me?"

"Dunno, you'll just have to see. Better hurry though, time's almost up. So come on."

Almost against her will, Claire followed the announcer girl in confusion. She was led through a door next to the stage and then up a short set of stairs. Then after a short hallway with doors leading to various equipment rooms she was led to a door labeled, "Dressing Room: Female."

The blonde gave two quick raps on that door and then entered without awaiting any kind of reply. After hesitating a moment and feeling like she was being rude, Claire entered as well. Inside all the members of the bad where sitting around together and talking as they rested. Each had bottled water at hand. She heard a click behind her and turned to see that the announcer girl had left again and shut the door behind her. Claire began to feel a bit nervous.

She glanced around and immediately found the redheaded singer. She was lounging on a really tattered looking couch with her legs propped up on one arm. She was looking right back at Claire.

The girl got off the couch and walked toward Claire with that same purposeful stride she had used on stage. Her eyes made Claire feel as if she was standing naked. Unconsciously she stepped backwards until her spine was flat to the door she'd just come through.

"Y-your, Gina?" She asked hesitantly.

"I am." Gina answered simply when she stopped only a foot away.

For what seemed like an eternity, they again stared at one another. Claire completely tuned out the rest of the world and any sense of time. Again a rational part of her screamed for her to turn around and leave, to just run away from what might happen here, but another voice said to stay and find out what Gina wanted with her. As the conflicting thoughts clashed she began to shiver and tremble slightly.

"Why so afraid?" Gina asked with a knowing smile.

Claire couldn't answer. Her mouth refused to work. Hell, her brain wasn't working very well.

Gina reached up and touched her softly on the cheek. That single touch seemed to cut the strings that held her up because suddenly her knees refused to hold her weight. Gina jumped forward and caught her in a hug up against the door. Claire's nerves seemed to shift into super sensitive mode. Every inch of her body that was pressed against Gina now almost felt like it was being burned.

When Gina leaned in quickly and kissed her, Claire seemed to snap back to her normal self. She tried to push Gina away, but she wasn't nearly strong enough. She found her lips firmly captured and her body equally so. She tried to moan out her protest against Gina's actions but they just went ignored. A tongue tried to enter mouth but she kept her lips firmly clamped.

Gina made groaning noises that began to frighten Claire. Then she felt one of Gina's hands slide down her back and cup her ass, the only part of her body she thought of as being attractive. The hand caressed and groped her with deliberate wantonness. It made her hot inside to be touched like that but she didn't think she wanted things to happen like this, not with a girl. Well, she wouldn't want a guy to do it either, but that wasn't the point.

The hand slid further down her ass and went under her skirt. The tips of Gina's fingers touched her pussy from behind and teased it. She could feel her wetness against those probing digits as they pressed on the cotton barrier between them and her flesh. Against her will she let out a low, guttural moan and began trembling.

Then it was all gone. Gina pulled away her lips and set her down onto the floor. The singer stood, adjusted her top, and looked down at her for a moment. Then she pulled a slip of paper out of her pocket. She folded it into a small square and then reached toward Claire with it. Claire tried to block whatever this was, but Gina had apparently been ready for that because Claire found her hands knocked aside by one of Gina's. Gina touched the paper to her chest and then slid it downward until it slid under her shirt and bra. Gina stopped when the paper rested against one of her still hard nipples. Gina withdrew her hand and left the paper there.

Still trembling on her ass, Claire watched Gina saunter across the empty dressing room (where had everyone else gone?!) to an insulated metal door. With a parting smile that made Claire's panties flood again, she opened it and passed through.

Claire sat there for a long time. She didn't know how long exactly, she was way too out of it and confused to pay attention to something as trivial as the passage of time. Much more important was her mental turmoil.

She had been kissed and then molested by another girl; right here in front of said girl's band mates. Why hadn't they stopped Gina from doing that to her? Claire was so confused.

She had, against all reason, felt enormous attraction to Gina and still did. Only lesbians got turned on my other girls, so did that make her one too? As she thought that line of reasoning over, she felt a jolt of shock pass through her. She had mentally reviewed all the incidents over the past year where she had mysteriously gotten aroused, and found that the predominant thing she remembered about each and every incident was that a girl or a woman had been what she was looking at. They had been with guys for the most part when she saw them, but that was only a vague memory. She could remember all the girls.

Reeling with disbelief, she didn't hear the voice calling for her until a hand rested onto her shoulder. The touch made her jerk her head up until she found herself looking into the amused eyes of the blonde announcer girl. Claire reasoned that since she was still leaning against the hall door, that the blonde must have come through the stage door.

"Sorry to surprise you like that," the blonde chortled. "You didn't respond when I called to you."

"Uh...what do you need?"

"Nothing really, but the band's going to be coming back here again in a few minutes. I just thought I'd let you know."

"Uh...thank you." Claire knew her voice was shaking and that it was a bit hoarse.

"No problem," the blonde smiled.

As soon as the blonde went back through the stage door again Claire bolted to her feet and flung herself out into the backstage hallway. Breathing hard in her panic, she walked quickly down that corridor until she noticed a door marked, 'To School.' She immediately opened it and stepped out into a normal school hallway. Some of the people here for the event gave her odd looks, but no one said anything.

Claire walked almost blindly down that hallway. When she was passing through the large open area in front of the auditorium's main doors again, intent on finding somewhere private to sit and think, she heard her name called out loudly.

"Claire?"

Turning toward the voice, Claire spotted her friend Sam coming toward her. Sam was almost the exact opposite of her in appearance. She was tall, possessed womanly curves, and had stylish sandy colored hair. Claire was sometimes jealous of how her friend overshadowed her when they were together.

"I've been looking for you everywhere!" Sam exclaimed when she reached her. "Where were you?"

Claire pointed at the auditorium, from which she could vaguely hear music playing again, and nodded toward it with her head. "How about you Sam? I waited forever, but you didn't show."

"I couldn't help it," Sam grinned. "My brother got pulled over for speeding while he was bringing me here. He got a ticket for a ten-over."

Despite her mental chaos, Claire laughed. Neither of them liked Sam's older brother very much. He spent most of his time annoying them or trying to get a peek at them. He always seemed to "accidentally" walk into bedrooms or bathrooms when they were trying to change or pee. The last time it he had tried it Claire had kicked him squarely in the balls. She felt she was justified since the guy had had ample warnings to cut it out.

"So what are you doing now Claire?" Sam asked. "Is there anything good going on?"

"I was...ah...just going to get something to eat," Claire fibbed. She actually was a bit hungry so it was only half a lie.

"Cool," Sam nodded.

Claire started walking again, this time toward the cafeteria. Sam fell in beside her. As they walked and Sam chatted about whatever, Claire felt the paper in her bra rubbing against her. She itched to pull it out.

When they got to the cafeteria they found that the outer perimeter was one giant square of tables set up in stations of different foods. They each grabbed a cardboard tray, a plate, plastic silverware and a cup from a table in the center full of the items. After checking out the offerings at each station, Claire ended up just getting a cheeseburger, cheese curls, two pickles and some lemonade. Sam got fried chicken strips, macaroni salad, and cola.

"Where do you want to eat?" Sam inquired.

"Somewhere quiet," Claire answered and led them back to the empty parts of the school. She found them a metal bench that had a back on it and sat down. Sam frowned at her when she joined Claire on the bench.

"Claire, did you know you have something sticking up on the front of your shirt?"

Blushing, Claire reached down her tank top and pulled out the folded square of paper. Sam grinned and laughed as she snatched the paper away.

"What's this that has you turning red Claire?"

"Give it back!" Claire howled in mortification. She had no idea what it contained, but it would no doubt be highly embarrassing for Sam to read it first.

"Nuh-uh," Sam replied as she flicked her wrist to get the paper to open up one-handed. When she finally got it to so she could read it, despite Claire's efforts to get it back, Sam horridly read the short lines of text it contained.

"Hmmm, seems here that someone wants to meet with you tomorrow during lunch in the music room." Sam grinned again. "Did you get yourself an admirer in that auditorium?"

"It's not like that," Claire answered in a defeated voice. "At least I don't think so."

"What did happen then?"

"Well, I was watching the show, and during the intermission I was told the lead singer wanted to talk to me. When I went, the singer just walked up, kissed me, and then gave me that note before going back to do the next set."

"Damn, sounds like pretty brazen guy." Sam frowned. "Did he just kiss you?"

Claire blushed again; she had deliberately been vague about mentioning Gina's gender. Just remembering what had happened made her face flame up and her crotch wet.

"He did do something!" Sam gasped. "How bad was it?"

"It wasn't that bad," Claire answered and then sighed. "I'm just confused by it, that's all."

Sam held up the paper, "Are you going to meet with him?"

Claire took a bite of her burger to by some time to think. Did she want to meet with Gina? Now that she could think about it, what had happened in the dressing room had been one of the most exciting things that had ever happened to her. It hadn't felt bad at all either; she had just been shocked and afraid. Gina had been very rough with her, but it had actually felt kinda good.

"I think, maybe, that I am," Claire said softly.

"Are you serious?" Sam replied in shock. "What if he tries something again and isn't doing this to ask you out?"

"Would you be willing to...come with me and...keep a watch on me?" Claire said, thinking as she spoke. "Then you could yell for help if something bad was to happen."

"I'd be happy to, just make sure you really give it to the guy for pulling something like this though, you can't let him think he can get away with it."

"I can try," Claire replied wryly. Her small stature would not be intimidating to Gina, especially since the girl had already proven she could overpower Claire.

"Just use the same methods you use on my brother and you'll do fine," Sam laughed.

"I can go around kicking people in the nuts, I'll get arrested."

"I'm just saying that you have a method that works against idiots, keep it in reserve just in case."

"Ok, fine, can we get on with eating now?" Claire told her.

Sam set the note down between them and picked up a chicken strip. As they ate their dinners, Claire kept looking at that piece of paper, wondering what exactly Gina wanted with her. Surely not a girlfriend, there was no way someone with a body like Gina's would settle with someone like her. Maybe Gina was only interested in fooling around or something like that. She'd heard somewhere that some girls did it with other girls in high school because it was safer than with a guy and it didn't make you look like a slut.

When they were done eating Claire let Sam lead them around. They made sure to avoid going near the auditorium too much, so Claire did end up actually having some fun. She even won a prize playing skeeball in a room that had been set up with carnival-type games.

Afterwards when she went home though, she had a very hard time sleeping. All she could think about was what might happen the next day when she went to school.

******

"Are you really sure this is a good idea?"

Claire gave Sam a sidelong look as they walked down the lunch emptied hallways of the school. Sam had been objecting about her seeing Gina since the day had begun. Sam thought that it was some molester guy she was about to meet, Claire wondered what her reaction would be when she saw Gina instead. She wondered how she herself would react. She had been anticipating and fearing this moment all morning.

"I'm sure Sam; I'm just going to this meeting to see what exactly is going on. I'm not going to agree to anything else. And you'll be there to back me and keep me safe."

"Ok then, can I at least be in the room with you?"

"No way! You just watch through the door window. I don't need you hearing anything that might be really embarrassing."

They reached the double doors to the hallway segment containing the band rooms, choir room, and the general music room. It had the doors to keep escaping noise from penetrating into the rest of the school. Claire tried not to focus on that part because it would just make her more nervous than she was.

She had been thinking about this ever since she woke up. She hadn't been able to concentrate on anything in class. Her mind kept running what had happened the previous night through her thoughts in a continuous loop.

When they got to the music room, Claire approached the door and peeked in through its small square window. She stifled a gasp when she saw Gina sitting in a chair with a book in her hands. Gina seemed to be patiently waiting for her to show up.

Since she was safe on this side of the door for now, Claire took another look at Gina. Today Gina was dressed a little less provocatively in tight jeans and a tank top similar to Claire's, except Gina's showed of the tantalizing slopes of her breasts. Claire licked her lips unconsciously at the sight before her. She decided right then that there was no mistake, she really did like looking at girls and Gina most of all.

Claire looked at the still nervous Sam. "I'm going in now Sam, she's here."

"Wait she!?..." Claire had already pulled the door open and she quickly shut it to cut off any questions from Sam. Gina had heard the door open and when Claire turned around, the redhead was already standing up, dumping her book onto a nearby table.

When Gina smiled that smoky hot smile at her, Claire felt her mouth go dry.

"So you really did come," concern flashed briefly across Gina's face. "I was afraid that you might not. I didn't even ask for your name to find you so I was half afraid I'd never see you again."

"Wh-why did you think that about me at all?" Claire asked as Gina walked closer. Gina took her hand gently this time and led her deeper into the room. Claire knew Sam would have a clear view of them both now.

"I find you absolutely stunning," Gina told her in her thick accent when she stopped them near the wide teacher's desk. Gina motioned for her to sit on it, so she did. Gina then sat next to her. "I saw you during the show yesterday and knew I had to meet you and know you. Can you please tell me your name?"

"It's Claire, but how can you find me stunning?" Claire asked in disbelief. She shivered as Gina started lightly stroking the back of her hand as it rested on the tabletop. It was somehow very enticing to be touched like that. "I probably look like I could be your kid sister or something like that. And you don't even know what I'm like."

"I want to get to know you...Claire." Gina answered happily, as if tasting her name. "I want to get to know all of you. Not everyone likes tall girls with big tits. I happen to enjoy looking at girls like you. You're exactly my type of girl."

Again Claire found herself staring into Gina's eyes. She heard and felt sincerity in Gina's words. She felt a single tear escape her right eye and begin to slide down. Gina frowned at her in concern.

"Claire, is something wrong? Did I say something?"

"No, you don't understand." Claire laughed and cried at the same time. "No one except creepy old men has ever looked at me like you are now. I know I don't have anything to look at, but for some reason I know you're telling the truth."

"You're damn right I'm telling the truth," Gina grinned. "I had a very hard time not staring at you last night when I was singing. I even missed a chord because I got so distracted. That's how I knew I had to see and touch you."

Gina reached out a hand and Claire felt it cup her cheek. She felt a hot fire run through her at the desire she saw in Gina's eyes. It made her want to be seen and touched.

She found herself being laid onto her back and once she was flat, Gina climbed on top of her. Claire began breathing harder, and her heart beat faster. Her entire body felt awakened by Gina and what was happening. She felt more excited and alive than she ever had before.

When Gina kissed her, this time she moaned from desire and pleasure. She closed her eyes and let the electrifying sensation pass through her. She willingly opened her mouth to Gina's tongue and reveled at the sensation of against her own. Then she began to kiss Gina back. Their tongues fought back and forth, both eager to explore and touch.

Claire raised no objections when she felt a hand slide up her shirt and cover one of her tiny little breasts. That hand caressed and played with her excited flesh and it felt wonderful. Then she surprised herself by doing the same to Gina. She had never touched another girl's breasts before, but right now, Gina's large, firm ones filled each of the hands she had stuck up Gina's shirt. She loved they way they felt under her fingers.

She felt something odd under her palms though, so with one hand she used her fingers and found Gina's turgid nipple and through that nipple was a bar. She pulled on it curiously.

"Oh fuck, Claire!" Gina smiled as she broke the kiss for a moment. "Feel free to pull on those all you want."

"You have pierced nipples?" Claire asked, now tugging on both sides under Gina's shirt.

"Ohhh yeah, I think they feel amazing when their played with."

Claire found her lips suddenly recaptured by the larger girl on top of her. She gladly gave herself back into the kiss as they groped each other. Claire had no idea sex could be this good. She'd been masturbating since she was ten, but that seemed a poor imitation for what Gina was doing to her.

Suddenly Gina's hand slid off her breast traveled south. Gina quickly pulled Claire's skirt up and then jammed her hand down into a very wet pair of panties. This time it was Claire's turn to moan loudly. Gina's fingers had very adeptly found her little clit and were stroking it rapidly. With every stroke Claire humped upwards in tiny thrusts.

She wanted to shout out from the feelings coming from her pussy, but her sealed lips only let her groan inadequately. Her panted breathing through her nose grew ragged as she felt her orgasm approaching. When it arrived she reached up, grabbed Gina, pulled the redhead's body against her own, and wailed into their kiss. Only after her muscles relaxed did Gina break the kiss. Still needing something in her excited state, she began kissing and licking at the exposed tops of Gina's breasts.

"God Claire, I still want you so badly," Gina said, breathing heavily.

Claire groaned in disappointment when Gina lifted off her, but it was replaced by a gasp when she felt her panties being yanked down her legs. Gina bent over as she did so and whispered something in her ear. "We don't have a lot of time right now, but we have just enough I think for one more."

With her pussy exposed to the classroom air, Claire felt another mini-orgasm flicker through her. She couldn't believe she was having sex with Gina, or more precisely, she couldn't believe Gina was doing this to her. It felt too good for her to care that it was happening at school on a teacher's desk.

Her legs were lifted up and then her knees were gently pushed apart. After that she felt Gina's tongue as it trailed down from her ankle along her leg. She almost came again just from having her leg licked like that. When that tongue finally reached its destination, she screamed.

*****

Sam couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had been surprised when the person Claire was meeting turned out to be a girl, but this; this was so much beyond that.

Claire had willingly gone to the older redheaded girl, and then, after a few minutes of talking, they had started making out like mad. Sam had seen lesbian porn on her computer at home, but seeing it in person was something else. It had excited her and made her feel jealous of Claire.

Then they had progressed further, even though they were still in school. It had been as if they had completely forgotten that fact. After the breast groping she had watched with moistening panties as the hot girl frigged her friend to an orgasm. That had been the last straw.

Now she watched as Claire's pussy was being eaten out as her own fingers were buried in her hot hole. Those fingers pumped in and out in time to the redhead's licking on Claire's pussy and were driving her wild.

"What have we got here?"

Sam whipped around; hand trapped in her pussy from her jeans, and stared at a blonde girl with big boobs. The blonde walked unceremoniously up to her and put a hand on the crotch of her jeans.

"Looks like someone has been caught peeping and masturbating," the blonde laughed. Sam gasped because the blonde's hand pushed her fingers deep into her pussy with a hard thrust. "How about you leave those two alone and come with me."

"OK." That was it. Sam, eager for release, willingly followed the blonde.

*****

Claire wailed into the air and clutched the side of the desk with clawed hands. Gina's tongue had thrust into the depths of her womanhood and it felt like nothing else ever had. She could hear the wet slurping sounds too and it only made her hotter. Gina teased close to orgasm and then withdrew, teasing her along to ever growing heights of pleasure.

But now, she couldn't take much more. She wanted to come so badly.

"Gina please...please."

Claire felt Gina's nod against her pussy and then the tongue-work redoubled. Squealing appreciatively, Claire felt herself clenching her pussy as her orgasm was finally being delivered. Then she felt something slim and wet slid into her asshole. That sensation shot her into her orgasm and she came hard on Gina's face. And Gina didn't stop.

Gina kept licking hard and that thing in her ass fucked into her with slow deliberate thrusts. She came yet again, and this time she almost fell off the desk from her thrashing. Only then did Gina release her and pull away.

As she panted breathlessly, she saw Gina licking her fingers clean. Claire realized that Gina had stuck one in her butt and that was what had made her cum so hard. That feeling had been really good and weird and the shear surprise had triggered her orgasm.

Gina saw her staring and smiled.

"Sorry about sticking my finger in your butt without asking, but it was too inviting."

"Heh, no complaints here," Claire laughed tiredly. Then she saw the clock on the wall. "Oh shit! Lunch ends in two minutes! I really wanted to do you too."

"That's alright," Gina handed her, her panties. "I'll look forward to it next time."

"So there will be a next time?" Claire asked as she pulled her panties on and adjusted her clothes. Gina moved across the room and began opening windows to air out the sex smell.

"Of course there will be," Gina smiled at her. "You are my girlfriend now, right?"

"Ah-huh," Claire nodded happily. It felt nice to think of being Gina's girlfriend.

When they left the room Claire stopped in confusion and blushed. "I wonder what happened to my friend Sam; she was supposed to be out here keeping watch on me in case you were trouble."

"You brought a protector?" Gina giggled. "Sorry I scared you so much last night. Your friend probably got nabbed by my friend Izzy who was keeping watch for me."

"Who's Izzy?"

"Remember that blonde girl with the big boobs from the show?" Claire nodded. "That's her; she likes girls too, so she probably dragged your friend off to have her own fun. She's like that."

Claire smiled. Sam wasn't the type to go with anyone if she didn't want to. She'd worried what Sam would think about her being a lesbian, but that seemed to be moot now.

A bell rang through the school.

"Will I see you after school?" Gina smiled.

"Definitely," Claire smiled back.

They just stared unmoving for a second, and then Claire giggle, pulled Gina's face to hers, and kissed the bigger girl hard.

"Now we can go." She declared.

Then she happily walked back to class.