Revenge Of The Nerd

Bailey Brooke ran her mouth like the squad owed her exemption from tests. She called Kristen only when grades threatened her spot on the squad. Kristen agreed to meet after practice anyway, already plotting payback for the parties she'd never been invited to. Now both girls stood inside Kristen's bedroom, text books open on the bed. "We can't really talk squad stuff," Bailey said, clutching her red-and-gold uniform bag. "It's kind of an inside thing." Kristen dropped her own bag on the floor. "Hand it over." Bailey watched as Kristen stripped right there, jeans and tee hitting the carpet, then tugged the tiny pleated skirt up over narrow hips. The top followed, fitting snug across her small tits. Kristen tugged the sweater once, checking the hem, then turned back to her guest. Bailey, apologetic, peeled off her panties first. "They always show through," she explained, voice small. Kristen took the wisp of fabric and slipped two fingers under the skirt anyway, tracing bare folds, spreading warm slick across Bailey's clit with firm strokes. Bailey's knees buckled but stayed locked, hips rocking into the touch. Kristen dropped to the floor between open thighs and licked up once, slow, as if testing flavor. Bailey braced on the dresser edge. Kristen went deeper, tongue working broad and deliberate, then sucked the swollen clit between her lips and pressed two fingers inside. Bailey hissed through her teeth, thighs shaking, until the orgasm hit quick and tight, dripping onto Kristen's tongue. Kristen rose, wiping her mouth on the sleeve of the stolen uniform. She climbed onto the mattress, knees apart, offering the thin strip of pale cunt. Bailey hesitated, then crawled closer. Her lips closed around Kristen's swollen clit, tongue flicking the same steady rhythm Kristen had given her. Kristen gripped the blanket and ground down hard, moans sharp, until the climax broke over her and left her breathing in quiet gasps against Bailey's open mouth.