Ashley & Danni 'A day in the lives...'

by Pulsar

Once again, a continuation. Had to write quickly when I could. Had to include romance to add a ray of hope in these dark times. Please pardon any typos. Enjoy.

^^^ Wednesday...

Danni huffed out of the gymnasium at school with the most disgusted look on her face as Ashley trailed beside her with a gleam in her eye. The last hour of school had been spent in an assembly where the principal had made some announcements about some big changes ahead in the school. "I can't believe this! They can't do this to us!" protested Danni.

"C'mon, Dan-Dan! It's not the end of the world," said Ashley, trying to cheer her up.

"I'd rather die! I mean... school uniforms? This isn't a Catholic school!"

"Well, Mr. Vance thinks we're all too wild and out of control, so we're all gonna have to wear uniforms now! But, it's not that bad. I mean, they're gonna be kinda cute!"

"Cute?!" protested Danni. "Do I look like the 'cute' type?"

"No, you look like a cross-dressing Eddie Munster with a little Arnie Schwartzenegger thrown in," quipped Ashley.

"You're such a brat!" snapped Danni.

"And you're such a D-Y-K-E!"

"I am NOT!"

"You are soooooooooo gay!"

"I am NOT gay!"

"Are too! Gay, gay, GAY!"

"And you are dead, dead, DEAD!"

"Well, are you gonna stand here and bitch about it, or are you gonna take me home and rape my brains out!" said Ashley with an innocent yet seductive twinkle in her eye.

"You've had it, brat!" giggled Danni as she held her girly-girl secret lover close. "You're soooo mine! When I get done with you, you'll hardly be able to walk!"

* * * *

Elsewhere at the mall in the salon, Ms. Tammy Horton pumped up the chair as she prepared a male client for a haircut and style. He was perhaps a few years older—perhaps a few years younger. Nevertheless, he was dressed in a suit and tie and thus took extra care in covering his clothes with the sheet. "Let me guess, a date?" she asked.

"No, job interview, ma'am," he said. "I need something that looks professional."

"Oh, I can do that," she assured. "Law firm? Engineering firm?"

"Oh no ma'am. Actually, I'm interviewing for a security guard position right here at this mall," he said.

"'Ma'am???' You must be from Texas! My name is Tammy. Not 'Ma'am!'"

"Oh, Ms. Tammy... uh... I'm Ricky. And yes, I'm a Texan."

"Well, Ricky..." replied Tammy. "We do need better security. Most of 'em care more about how much free food they can get than getting rid of the trouble-makers."

"Well, that's why they're interviewing. Y'know, cleaning house," replied Ricky. And as she began to cut, he noticed Danni's soccer photo on the shelf against the large mirror. "You're a soccer mom?" he asked, not quite sure if it was a 'pretty boy' or just a cute tomboy holding the soccer ball.

"Oh yes," replied Tammy. "That's my Danni. She's quite the soccer fanatic!"

"Nice girl," he replied, glad he didn't have to inquire of the child's gender.

"So, you have any kids?" asked Tammi.

"Well, uh... I have one boy," he said. "He's a true soccer-head himself!"

"Oh?" she said with a straight face. 'Damn, he's married,' she thought to herself. 'What am a thinking? I met him two minutes ago. So what? I'm not looking.' "So who takes him to his games? You, or his mother?"

"Well uh... actually I'm uh... uh... a single dad! I mean... his mother's out of the picture. Just me and him," said Ricky.

"Oh!" gasped Tammy. "I'm... I'm sorry I guess it's none of my business I..."

"No harm done, Miss," he said.

"Well, I know all about single parenting," assured Tammy as she snipped away, trying to avoid her trembling and smiling too much. "I mean... Danni was born when I was seventeen!"

"Oh?" he said, trying not to react. "Well, you must be very busy."

"Oh, I am," she continued. "But I love her to death."

"I bet she's well-behaved," concluded Ricky. "Soccer seems to keep kids busy and out of trouble."

"So I take it your divorced," concluded Ricky.

"Well actually, I never married Danni's father," she said slyly. 'Let's see what you do with that, pretty boy!' she thought to herself.

"Well, I won't pry," replied Ricky as she cut his hair.

"Oh, our life isn't much of a secret," replied Tammy. "However, at this point, she thinks she's gay!"

"Uh... uh..." stammered Ricky at a loss for words. "Ooookaaay... uh... I guess to each their own, huh?"

Tammy chuckled. "I guess so. And if you work around this place, you'll see all the kinds we get through here."

"Like Mos Eisley spaceport, huh," quipped Ricky.

Tammy giggled and then covered her mouth. "Oh-mah-gawd, it's funny you should say that. My Danni is a huge Star Wars fan!"

"Oh, well that's definitely a good kid!" concluded Ricky.

Soon, she had his hair trimmed and styled in a manner fit for a magazine cover. "So how's that?" asked Tammi.

"Oh! Why, Miss Tammy, that's perfect! Just what I needed. If they hired on hair alone, I'd definitely get the job!"

"Well, best of luck," said Tammy as she brushed him off. 'Oh dear God,' thought Tammy. 'This is too weird. I meet a single dad, never-been-married whose kid plays soccer,' thought Tammy as she brushed the hair clippings from his suit.

And so, Ricky paid his bill plus a generous tip. "For you and the kid," he said with a smile. "Thanks a lot, Miss Tammy, and take care of that girl!"

'C'mon Tam! He's just another single dad. No big deal. You're not looking,' she thought. "Oh, I'm sure she's busy doing her homework right now," she assured with a smile.

* * * *

"Oooh! Ooooooh!" cooed Ashley as she reclined on Danni's bed as Danni glided her fingertips up her leg and under her skirt. "Oooooh Danni! I want you sooooo bad!"

At that, Danni gently nibbled on that mound in her panties that had left a narrow wet mark, causing Ashley to lift up from the bed and cry out. Then, she let her fingertips slowly enter the waistband and gently pulled her panties down her soft silky bare legs. "This is ALL mine!" whispered Danni. Then, she began to kiss all up and down those slender legs and stomach, yet she purposely avoided that desperate little pink swollen slit. "You are sooooo horny," continued Danni as she gently blew across those two flushed lips.

"Aaaaah! Ooooh gaaawwd! Do me Danni!"

"I'm gonna make you cum!" Danni sang playfully.

"Oh God! I'm gonna cum really hard if you do me!"

"And I'm gonna cum aaalllll over you, too!"

"Yes! YES!" begged Ashley.

And thus Danni leaned down and began to torture those little hairless lips with the tip of her tongue. Ashley in turn screamed out in ecstasy. She squirmed about Danni's bed, forcing her crotch up into Danni's face. Ashley squealed as she grew near the threshold. Yet soon Danni could hold out no longer. And thus she climbed up and mounted her like a boy, riding her clit-to-clit. "Oh-mah-gawd, I've just gotta fuk you and fuque you hard!" And thus she began to hump. As Ashley squirmed and squeaked, Danni shrieked in a high falsetto as her aching bud began to feel what it had hungered for all day. "Oh Ashley! Oooooh Ashley!" moaned Danni as she thrust slowly and firmly. Yet as the rush and tingling filled her body, she built up speed. "Oh! Ooooh! Oooh-Ashley!" she grunted.

"Ooooh! Ooooh-yeessss! Fuk me hard!" cried Ashley as they passionately made love.

* * * *

Elsewhere, Mrs. Bianca Sanders sat in a room in the courthouse, waiting to meet with the DA's office regarding the attempted rape—all the while completely unaware of her daughter Ashley's erotic antics. Although dressed professionally, her skirt sat a few inches above her knee in spite of the chilly weather. She stared into space, feeling somewhat naked in the face of the crime. Yet she did her best to follow Tammy's advice and put it behind her. Yet soon a young woman, perhaps several years her junior sat down in the chair next to her. "Hi," she said.

"Hi," replied Bianca, only briefly making eye contact.

"So, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she assured.

"I know why you're here. I'll bet you're here to give a statement about the David Murphy rape case!"

"I... I can't discuss the case," she said nervously.

"I know," replied the woman forlorn. "And I don't want to discuss it. I wish I didn't have to be here."

"Me too," replied Bianca.

"I... I'm Brenda Murphy, David's soon-to-be-ex-wife," replied the woman.

Poor Bianca jolted as if stung by a bee. "Well... I had no intention of wrecking your home. That was all Mr. Murphy's idea."

"I know," replied Brenda. Suddenly, she began to wipe a few tears from her eyes. "He's going to do everything he can to walk, y'know. And he'll eventually try it again."

"Well, I believe in forgiveness... but he doesn't belong on the streets!" said Bianca.

"Probably not," said Brenda. "But my kids... how do I explain..."

"I don't know," said Bianca. "I really don't know. I do feel sorry for them. They will suffer more than I have, I'm sure."

Suddenly, Brenda reached out to pat Bianca's bare knee. "Look honey, if he beats even part of this rap, there are ways to break his spirit." She smiled nervously, yet friendly.

* * * *

At the mall, Tammy Horton had finished her last scheduled client of the day, yet she waited around for a last-minute walk-in before shift end. Yet suddenly Ricky appeared in the shop with briefcase in hand. "Miss Tammy," he said.

"Oh, hi Ricky! Did you get the job?"

"Don't know yet. The manager liked me but he said he needs final approval from the head director," he said nervously. "Oh, I'm all shaken up. But I'm pretty sure he liked my hair... y'know, dressed for success."

"Well, I hope you get the job," replied Tammy.

"Say uh... Miss Tammy I... I, uh... well, I figured you were trying to scare me away by telling me about your daughter. Well... it didn't quite work. Uh... what I mean is... if you have some time, why don't we go for coffee in the food court. Y'know, just a quick cup of Java before I go."

Tammy grinned nervously. "Well, I guess a cup of coffee is harmless enough," she said.

"No strings, Miss Tammy; just coffee."

A few moments later, they sat at a small table in the food court sipping their flavored coffee. "Really, Ricky," said Tammy. "I mean, you don't have a job offer yet and you're treating women to coffee."

"Oh, got a little saved up to get me by," assured Ricky. "Got out of the Navy a month ago after a brief stint. Been looking for a civie job since. Hard to find, y'know. But I got so sick of eating Navy beans!"

"Yes, I don't envy job-hunters right now," replied Tammy as she took a sip.

"Well, I guess I had let my Navy hair grow out a little too long. And that's where you came in to fix it!" chuckled Ricky.

Tammy nervously giggled. "You don't really look like the sailor type."

"I hear that a lot," replied Ricky. Yet suddenly, his cell phone rang. "Hello? Yes? Yes, sir! Thank you, sir! Appreciate that! I'll see you!" And thus he stowed his phone. "Well, Miss Tammy. It's official, I got the job! I'll start Monday!"

"Oh, cool! Good for you!" gleamed Tammy.

"Had to have been the 'do!'" concluded Ricky.

* * * *

"Oooh-gawd! Oh-gaawwd! Yeeessss! Yeeesss!" cried Ashley as she knew an orgasm was immanent. She felt her body sink into the tell-tale flush as she prepared to burst.

"Oooooh! Ooooh! Oooooh-fuuuuk I'm gonna cum!" cried Danni as she gave a few more thrusts of her slippery-wet crotch against her lover. And soon, both girls cried out insanely as they reached their powerful explosive orgasms. They shrieked, squealed, cried and screamed as their bodies jolted. And after they came down, they once again lay side-by-side on the bed.

Ashley let out a falsetto of a sigh as she snuggled against her lover. "Oh Danni, I love you!" she said.

"I love you too, sweety-pie," whispered Danni.

Ashley soon let out a soft smirk. "Y'know what I was imagining when I came?" she said. "I was picturing you in a school uniform. Oh God, that'll be soooo hot!"

"*Me?* In a school uniform?" queried Danni. "Bleah!"

"Awww, give it a try!" pled Ashley. "Just the though of you in the skirt and kneesocks makes me hot!"

"Listen brat! For eleven years, the name 'Danni' and 'skirt' did not belong in the same sentence," said Danni.

"Well, you will wear your skirt short, won't you? I mean, I'm gonna wear mine as short as they'll let me."

"Oh... probably," said Danni.

"Do you want me to show a little panty in the uniform?" Ashley asked playfully.

"Is the pope Catholic!" quipped Danni.

Ashley giggled. "You dyke!"

"You brat!" snapped Danni. Yet she rolled over to look at the clock. "Holy shi- eets! It's almost five! My mom will be home soon... and so will yours!"

"Yikes!" cried Ashley as she leapt from the bed and began to slide her panties on. "I gotta hurry!"

And so Danni helped Ashley dress before sliding on an old pair of cotton short and sliding on her soccer jersey left hanging over the chair. And thus Ashley mounted her bike and began to peddle home.

Fifteen minutes later, the rumbling of the garage door filled the house as Danni took a seat on the couch with her homework. "Hi Mom!" she cried as Tammy came in from the kitchen door from the garage.

"Hello, dear," replied Tammy. Yet she stared into space as she removed her coat.

Danni raced to complete a few math problems, yet Tammy still stared about the living room. "Mom, are you okay?" she asked.

"Sure. I'm fine, honey. Why do you ask?"

"Well, you seem a little weird today. I mean... you're not asking me if my homework is done."

"Oh? Well, should I check your homework?"

"Oh no, Mom. I'll be done soon," said Danni, hoping she would not be 'audited.'

"Very good, dear," replied Tammy.

"Uh, Mom? What's for dinner?"

"Navy beans... I mean... I'll have to check."

"Mom! You're spaced out!"

"Okay, okay," said Tammy. "Look honey, it's not a big deal but... well, this nice man came into the salon today and he's going to be a new security guard at the mall. I mean... it's nothing, really, but... well, he's not bad looking and he seems really sweet!"

"Ooooooo! You've gotta boyfriend!" gleamed Danni.

"Oh, I do not!" protested Tammi. "He's just a... well... a guard at the mall, that's all. And he's well... nice and... he's kinda boyishly cute."

Danni only laughed at her mother's facial expression. "Well, if you want to go out with him, go ahead. I'll stay here and let you two stay out late."

"Oh no you won't!" sang Tammy. "I'm not leaving you alone at nights."

"Awww man!"

^^^ Friday...

"Now I'm going to shower, so you girls behave yourselves in here," warned Tammy as she passed by the living room. There on the floor sat Ashley and Danni in their worn old tees and shorts, the proper raiment for a tween sleepover.

"We're just watching TV," assured Danny.

"And no violence or nudity shows, got it?" added Tammy. "I've got the hairbrush where I can reach it... just perfect for naughty bottoms!"

"Yes Mom," groaned Danny.

"And don't think you two will be pulling an all-nighter. We've got shopping to do tomorrow. You need your new uniform clothes for Monday!"

Danni groaned. "Don't remind me!"

And once the two were alone, they snuggled up closer as they lie on their bellies with their chins propped up on their hands. Soon, they began to rub their bare legs against each other. Then, their eyes moved from the screen to each other, eventually to culminate in a kiss. They wrapped both arms and legs about each other as they rolled about in their passionate sapphic embrace.

"Your mom will be out of the shower soon," warned Ashley. "You think she'll sleep deep enough later on so she won't hear us cum?"

"Probably," said Danni. "But we'll have to be careful."

* * * *

Elsewhere, Bianca Sanders' car came to a halt in front of the plush house in a wealthy neighborhood. She nervously got out of the car and made way up the pristine lawn lit with fancy yard lights toward the door. When she rang the bell, a voice came over the speaker. "Hello? Who is it?"

"Brenda? It's me!"

"Oh, hello Bianca. Come in. It's unlocked!"

And thus she opened the heavy oaken door after an electronic click was heard. She entered the hallway, finding photos on the wall, but none of Mr. Murphy who now sat in custody. "Brenda?" Bianca called out as she walked down the hallway. Yet soon she found an immaculate kitchen and a fine dinette. "Brenda? Where are you?"

"Back here," replied a voice.

Bianca followed the sound and entered a sunroom with all the blinds drawn. There stood a churning hot tub where Brenda relaxed, nursing a crystal glass of wine. "Brenda!"

"Hellooooo Bianca," she said with a smile. "I see you found the place. Glad you came. Come on in! The water's great."

"Oh! Well, I'm afraid I didn't bring my swimwear. You didn't say anything about this."

Bianca only giggled. "I didn't bring my swimwear either," she said with a grin. "Why should I? It's MY tub. I'm alone in the house tonight since the kids are at my mother's place so... I thought we'd enjoy this luxury while it lasts. Won't be long before the IRS seizes some of this and the bank takes the rest."

"Well I... I..." stammered Bianca.

"Come on!" coaxed Brenda as she kicked a bare leg out of the foaming surface of the water. "Live a little! Might as well exploit the bastard's luxuries after he exploited you."

"This is really creepy," said Bianca. "I mean... I'm in the house of a man who tried to rape me."

"Well, I'll soon be in some humble three-bedroom job myself," said Brenda. "Come on!"

And with that, Bianca nervously undressed herself. She hesitated when she reached for her bra clasp, yet felt there was no turning back. And so she stripped down to the buff and slid quickly into the water for cover. "Oh! It's hot!"

"You'll like it in a few minutes," assured Brenda. "How's this for revenge."

"It seems so wrong," murmured Bianca as she settled in.

Yet a hand gently seized upon her thigh and slowly began to rub. "Look honey, in this world, rich men often go unpunished for their deeds. This is poetic justice here." And thus she snuggled in closer. "And... well... there's also the irony!"

"What irony?"

"Well, imagine a man sitting in jail awaiting trial for rape. And all the while, his ex-wife is getting for free what he tried to get forcefully!"

"What? But... but... I'm not... y'know... into women," Bianca suddenly protested.

"You don't have to be," whispered Brenda. "But you're a woman who's been hurt. And you're a woman with needs! It's been a long time for you, hasn't it?"

"I... I..."

"Shhhh," coaxed Brenda with a whisper. "Have you ever had someone give you a massive, powerful, blow-you-into-next-week orgasm, just because they wanted to? No strings attached?"

"Oooh... Oooh!" cooed Bianca as she felt Brenda's intruding hands between her own legs. She felt utterly sinful, yet her resistance was at an all time low.

"Yes, yeeesss," whispered Brenda. "That's it, honey. Just relax! Relaaxxxx!"

"Oooh! Oh-gaawwd!" cried Bianca as she felt those gentle fingers caressing her swollen lips and throbbing clit.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" whispered Brenda. "Well, maybe you'll understand why your own dear little girl is gay! She just has sensuous tastes... just like her mother!"

And having lost her willpower, Bianca threw her arms about Brenda. "Oooh gaawwd, Brenda. Don't stop! Don't stop!"

"C'mon, Bianca. Give me a big one! Give me a big cum, right in my hot tub!"

"Oh yes!" cried Bianca as she held Brenda tightly with her eyes closed. "Oh yes! YEESSS!"

* * * *

Yet in a more humble neighborhood in town, two other lovers partook of similar carnal delights. In the darkness of Danni's bedroom, there she lay on the floor atop some blankets in a birthing position as Ashley's head lay buried betwixt her muscle-toned thigh, her tongue skillfully caressing her throbbing crotch. "Oooooh! Ooooh-gaawwwd! Yeesss, yeeeesss! That feels sooooo good! Don't stop! Don't stoooopppp!" she cooed as quietly as possible. Yet her breathing grew heavier as she twitched about. She moaned and grunted as she thrust her pelvis upward into Ashley's face. She knew orgasm was not too far off.

And thus Ashley lapped all about those labia and swollen clit. She let her fingers slowly caress all about the sides of those buxom legs as she pleased her tomboy lover. "This is mine and mine only," she whispered briefly, before resuming her lingual love-making.

Soon, Danni's breathing grew erratic as she siezed upon Ashley's head. Her body trembled and her thighs closed tightly. "Oooooh! Ooooh! OOOOooohhh!" shrieked Danni as her head rocked way back. That tingling flush had consumed her body as it built up to the primal explosion. Only moments later, she jolted uncontrollably as her orgasm shook the Earth about her. "Oooooh-gaaawwd Ashley, I love you!" she cried out in ecstasy. The contractions felt almost as repeated blows to her abdomen. However, these were blows of pure pleasure. Once she came down from the high and lay in recovery, she snuggled against her lover beneath the blankets on the floor. "Aww, I knew you loved me," said Ashley.

"Y'know, that little cherry between your legs isn't gonna last long. It's days are numbered!" whispered Danni.

Yet Ashley suddenly crossed her legs tightly. "Not 'till I see a ring!" she whispered.

"A ring!" huffed Danni. "I'm in sixth-grade!"

"Look, when I get a ring, you get my cherry," teased Ashley.

"And when you're cherry's gone, I'm gonna get my whole fist in there," warned Danni.

"After the wedding," asserted Ashley.

"Y'know, that's gonna seem kinda weird, y'know, us getting married," said Danni. "Fun, exciting, and kinky... but weird!"

"Like being weird ever stopped *you* from doing anything," quipped Ashley.

"Mmmm, true," conceded Danni. "And when the time comes, I'll get you your damned ring!"

"Oh goody!" gleamed Ashley.

"... From the gumball machine down at the Kwikie-Stop!"

Ashley instantly slapped Danni on the shoulder. "Yeah, just try it and see how tightly I can keep my legs closed!"

"You wouldn't!"

"Oh yeah?! Watch me!"

"I could pry open your legs with my pinky!"

"Not without a 'real' ring you wouldn't. Not even with a crane!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"I want my wedding ring!"

"You are such a brat!" giggled Danni.

"And you are such a dyke!" giggled Ashley.

"I am *NOT* a dyke!"

"You are soooooo gay!"

"I am NOT gay!"

And thus as any sleepover goes, they whispered and giggled under the sheets for a while, until they simply could no longer stay awake.

^^^ Monday...

"Danni, come on!" cried Tammy as she banged on her daughter's door. "Ashley's waiting to go to school with you. Don't be late!"

"I'm too sick! I got a fever," cried the voice behind the door.

"Oh, Danni, grow up," groaned Tammy. "You were perfectly fine ten minutes ago. Now hurry."

"C'mon, Danni!" pled Ashley anxiously.

Finally, Danni's door opened and she stepped out. "This is the worse day of my life," she grumbled. Yet there she stood in her blouse and blackish-red tartan skirt. She still wore her tennis shoes, yet she wore the black kneesocks, hoping it would make the shortness of the skirt look innocent. However, the socks only seemed to emphasize her thick kneecaps and well-defined muscular thighs which still had a trace of suntan! She had her sweater tied about her by the sleeves and a Gothic stocking cap on her head. "Don't look at me!" she protested. "And don't say a word!"

"Oh Danni! You're a trip!" said Tammy as she patted her on the head. "Now you both look adorable and like smart respectable young ladies." With that, she stroked Ashley's sandy blonde hair as well. For Ashley stood in the same raiment, except she had two large bows bound to each of her bushy pigtails. "Now off to school, both of you!" And thus she kissed her chagrined Danni goodbye on her forehead, before kissing Ashley as well. "Be careful. Behave, and don't skin up those knees!" she hollered from the porch as they rode off— Ashley on her bike and Danni on her skateboard.

When they arrived at school, they were met by a plethora of their classmates, all dressed in similar fashion. The uniform code allowed for some variation, but gone were the preps, goth, emo, punk and the like. And thus Danni walked toward her locker, skateboard in hand staring straight ahead. Yet she seemed to turn everyone's head, never having been seen in anything 'girly' before. Yet she made no eye contact with anyone. But every boy she passed did a double-take. Suddenly, Brad approached, one of her fellow Trekkies, Star Wars fans and model-builders. "Hey Dan-Dan!" he said. "Say, you're... you're cute!"

Danni playfully waived her fist at him. "Don't even go there!" she said.

"I see you hate the uniforms too," concluded Brad.

"Not even a psycho circus clown would wear these," protested Danni.

* * * *

At the mall, Tammy arrived at the salon and began to set up her space in preparation of another day. Yet suddenly Ricky walked by, clad in his new uniform, with gun and billy club hanging at his side. His shoes were polished to a shiny black finish and his shirt hung pressed to perfection, obviously a result of his Navy habits. She glanced up once and immediately became fixated. "Mornin' Miss Tammy," he said with a smile. "Back to the grindstone, huh?"

"Oh..." gasped Tammy, quite taken aback at the man in uniform. "Hi Ricky!"

"Well, have a good one. I'll see you around." And thus he continued his patrol.

Yet this did not escape notice of her co-workers. "Oh Tammy! What was that?!"

"What was what?" queried Tammy innocently.

"Oh, come on. The 'Hi Ricky!' was not your usual hello," she replied.

"He's just our new security guard; that's all."

"That's all?" she snapped suspiciously. "Do I see a potential daddy for Danni?"

"Oh Sylvia, you're impossible!"

* * * *

Meanwhile at school, Danni and Ashley sat at a corner table in the cafeteria. The behavior did seem less rowdy since the population now wore school uniforms, just as the faculty had hoped. However, they had an unexpected side effect on a few select students, especially Ashley. "Y'know, these skirts are like... sorta sexy," she mumbled to Danni as she threw her leg across Danni's thigh. "And they're great for rubbing our bare legs together," she whispered as they ate.

"Be careful," warned Danni. "What if they see us?"

"They won't," assured Ashley as she took another bite, all the while rubbing her hooked leg back and forth across Danni's bare thigh. "And y'know what? I've been tingly all day, just seeing you in your skirt! Please! Once the bell rings at three-o'clock, I just gotta have it! C'mon Danni!"

"Well, I confess, every since I saw you this morning, I've been dying to tear you a new one... with my tongue!"

"Oh gaaawwwd!" sighed Ashley as she rubbed her shoulder against Danni. "I love you!"