Teammates

(Author's note: All characters involved in sexual situations are 18+. The first part of this story can be found in "Houseguests," chapter 1 of "Megan Comes of Age.")

Megan climbed onto the school bus with a smile on her face. And why shouldn't she be smiling? For all the other rites of passage she'd experienced over the years - her period, entering high school, taking the SAT, even losing her virginity - none had ever made her feel like she'd instantaneously become a completely different person the way this three-day weekend had. She'd had sex with a woman for the first time, and not just a woman - a married woman, and a famous married woman at that. The same famous married woman had taught Megan how to give a blowjob using her own husband as a guinea pig. And then that couple had basically invited Megan to come live with them in the city for the entire summer before she started college, though that still depended on her getting an internship at their cable network (an internship they were going to try to help her get, no less).

After those Friday and Saturday nights full of new sexual experiences, Megan had even managed to catch up on sleep with no rendezvous Sunday night, and the houseguests gone by Monday evening. Her head was still spinning, but she was well-rested for school, and she couldn't remember ever feeling happier or more confident. Her life was finally exciting and full of potential.

"You and Vince get back together or something?" her seatmate Lauren asked as she sat down.

Well, that feeling didn't last very long. "What?"

"Your shit-eating grin. I figured you must've gotten back with Vince."

"Vincent and I were never together."

"Are you sure?"

"Lauren, if I had a boyfriend, I think I would be among the very first to know."

"Well, he's been talking like he dumped your ass last weekend. I'm surprised you hadn't heard it yourself."

What the fuck...? I cannot wait to get out of this sorry town! "Believe me, I have better things to do with my time than waste it on his bullshit. We went out to the movies, he groped me, I threatened him, end of story."

"Geez, what an asshole. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. Try to ignore him, and constantly remind myself every day for the next four months that after we graduate, I won't ever have to deal with him again?"

Lauren smiled. "You could try to get back at him. He's got no right to spread lies about you like that."

Megan sighed. "Is he really worth that kind of effort?"

Shrugging, Lauren said, "That depends on how you get back at him, I guess."

Megan turned her head to face Lauren, and raised an eyebrow.

*****

The coach's whistle blew, and Megan sputtered a little before catching her breath. "This is why you don't skip practices, ladies! Optional or not, if you're not working hard every chance you get, you're falling behind! Now hit the goddamn showers, all of you."

Megan pulled off her goggles, and hauled herself up the ladder and out of the pool. She didn't care much for being an object lesson, but especially after this weekend, she found it hard to care much about the swim team at all. Nobody was going to come calling with an athletic scholarship for her, not even for a small Division III school. It had been fun, but the moment she graduated, this would all be over, and there were much bigger things on the way for her.

She felt a hand smack her ass, and turned quickly, expecting to get even angrier at her coach. It was her friend Jenna, with a wry grin on her face. "You lose focus in this game for one second, Linus, and somebody gets hurt!"

Megan laughed at the "Ocean's 11" reference, and replied, "I've got two words for you, Benedict: minibar." Jenna chuckled, and they high-fived. Now this, I'm going to miss, Megan thought. Jenna and I have been friends since third grade. Suddenly she was thinking about her fantasy from less than two weeks ago, in which she took her nine-year friendship with Jenna to a new level by seducing her in the locker room after swim practice. She'd had a pretty good masturbation session along with that fantasy, too. She looked down, thinking maybe she shouldn't be staring her friend in the eyes while she reminisced about that.

Jenna tilted her head. "What's the matter, pancake batter?"

I really want to have sex with you, Megan managed not to say. As confident and as strong as she felt after the events of the past weekend, she was still smart enough not to proposition a lifelong friend out of the blue who might think she's a sick deviant for suggesting it. As the other girls on the team made their way into the locker room, she finally came up with something to say.

"I'm struggling with the new unit in Bio, can you help me with it? Come over to my house, maybe? We've got fresh apple cider I can heat up." Wow, that doesn't sound transparent or needy at all, Megan thought.

Jenna smiled. "Is that all? I can study with you, but not today. My parents are in the middle of getting the sugar house up and running for the year, and I promised them I would come home right after practice to help out. Is tomorrow okay?" Jenna's family had a huge maple syrup operation, and Megan knew they were expecting Jenna and her older sister Chloe to take it over someday. Or hoping they would, at least.

"Sure, tomorrow's fine!" Megan answered. "Thanks, I really appreciate it." They started walking toward the locker room together. "How's the sap look this year?"

"I hear she's having trouble in Bio," Jenna deadpanned, and Megan smacked her in the ass.

*****

Once again, Megan was staring at her bedroom ceiling instead of sleeping. All she had was plans for one of her best friends to come over and study tomorrow afternoon, something they'd done a thousand times, but this time she was nervous. Even before actual first dates with boys, she'd never felt like this. Maybe the stakes of potential rejection were just that much higher now - at least with boys, the worst that could happen is they didn't feel the same way.

How was she supposed to do this, anyway? Should she wait for the right moment and just ask Jenna if she could kiss her? Make some kind of confession or declaration? And of what - love? Lust? Tell Jenna all about what had happened this weekend with Cassie and Jason, and see whether it turns her on or disgusts her? Or just try to be casual? Yeah, hey, Jenna, speaking of biology...

If it weren't so late at night, maybe she could actually call Cassie and ask her advice. Megan wasn't stupid; as special as Cassie and Jason had made her feel, she also knew that couldn't have been the first time Cassie seduced a woman. On the other hand, Megan had been kind of primed for Cassie's seduction. Jenna might not have any inclination whatsoever toward sex with girls, and in that case, technique would be pretty much irrelevant.

Can I just ask her if she likes girls? Megan wondered. Could it be that simple? Or is that all the porn talking again? Is it so wrong to want to be able to skip past the part where I don't know if she wants to have sex with me, and just have sex?

That had certainly worked out for Megan in the fantasy she'd had a couple of weeks ago, seducing Jenna in the locker room after swim practice. She'd waited until they were both naked, then just grabbed her and kissed her. Could anything like that possibly work in real life? She closed her eyes, and right away, she was back in the locker room, as if no time had passed; she had just finished going down on Jenna, and the two girls kissed.

When the kiss ended, Jenna stood up, took Megan by the shoulders, and laid her down on the same locker room bench where she'd just been lying prone herself. Jenna kissed Megan all over, starting with her neck, then nibbling for a while on her nipples. In her bedroom, Megan already had her right hand down her panties, and the left hand pinching a nipple. Fantasy-Jenna knelt down between Megan's legs, kissed her way up the thighs, and finally started licking her pussy. Now that Megan actually knew what it felt like to have a woman go down on her, her imagination was that much more powerful and well-equipped, and she could practically sense Jenna's lips and tongue on her. She whipped her panties off and, abandoning her breasts, she stuck two fingers of her left hand in her mouth for a moment to get some saliva on them. Then she stuck them inside her pussy while rubbing the clit with her right hand.

Fantasy-Jenna also stuck two of her fingers inside Megan, while she kept licking and sucking at Megan's clit. She changed up the pace of her fingers and her mouth every now and then, and responded to Megan's groans and whimpers with more of what she enjoyed. Megan could feel the tension and pleasure building up inside of her, and she paused for a moment. This is going to be the first time I've come since I was with Cassie. Why do I feel like I'm cheating on her in some way, even just by masturbating? She's married. Even if I get to have actual sex with Jenna, I'm not cheating on anybody. Sex with Jenna, she repeated to herself. Sex with Jenna. Good God, do I really believe there's a chance I could actually make this happen?

In her mind, she felt Jenna push harder with her fingers, and lick and suck with more intensity. She looked down to see Jenna's face between her legs, and stared at Jenna's beautiful, naked body, which she'd seen in real life a thousand times, as recently as this afternoon. She had to find out what that body felt like. She had to. If she never got to feel Jenna's naked body next to hers, and know for real what it felt like and tasted like, she might go crazy. She rubbed her pussy harder, and felt a familiar swelling of sensation. Realizing that she needed to cry out, she quickly grabbed her pillow, and pulled it against her face just in time to yell.

Fantasy-Megan and real-Megan came at the same time, one in a locker room that sent echoes of her yells flying through the air, and the other in her bed at home with a pillow over her mouth and a growing wet spot on her sheet. In the locker room, Jenna stood up again and helped Megan to her feet, then the two girls pressed their naked bodies together in a tight embrace, their breasts rubbing together, and kissed deeply. In her bed, feeling very much alone all of a sudden, Megan took a deep breath. I have to make this happen.

*****

"Here's what I don't get, though. How can genetic drift happen? It's like when everybody was saying that redheads will eventually die out, and no new ones will be born. That doesn't make sense to me." If Megan sounded sincerely confused, it's because she was. She'd worked reasonably hard and made decent grades right up through the end of the fall semester, when she sent out her college applications. But she didn't really expect to have any use for Biology, Calculus, or any of that other higher-level crap once she graduated from high school, so she hadn't exactly been burning things up in the studying department lately. That's why she and Jenna were sitting on Megan's bed right now, with textbooks and notes spread open between them on the comforter.

Jenna smiled. "You're right, the redhead thing doesn't make sense. It's an overblown myth. Just because a gene is recessive doesn't mean it'll disappear, especially not when there are seven billion people on the planet. Genetic drift happens in much smaller populations, where the odds of a trait dying out are much higher because the odds of everybody with that trait not reproducing - and especially not reproducing with each other - are much higher."

Megan nodded. "Ah, okay. That makes sense! Hey, wouldn't it be ironic if the trait those people had was an inability to get laid?"

Jenna laughed. "Darwin would love that shit. Natural selection at its best."

Megan laughed along, then got quiet for a moment. "Jenna, have the guys you've slept with been any good at it?"

Jenna sat up straight. "Wow, speaking of changing the subject..."

"Sorry - it's just something I've been thinking about. Have any of those guys been good in bed?"

"'Any of those guys'? You make it sound like I've been grazing at a sex buffet or something. I've only been with three guys."

"And were they good?" Megan repeated, kicking herself a second later as she realized that the more natural follow-up question would be to ask which three guys.

Her friend shrugged. "Nobody is good at sex at first. That's what Chloe told me when she came home from college in December, anyway. You have to learn from doing." Megan nodded. "Why, was Vincent a disappointment?"

This again?? Megan threw up her hands in frustration. "I didn't sleep with Vincent!" she yelled. "We weren't together, we weren't dating, and he didn't dump me!"

Jenna put her hand on Megan's knee, and Megan stopped herself from reaching for it. "Okay! All right, honey, I believe you, and I'm sorry. I should really know better, honestly."

"Thanks." Megan exhaled.

"Fletcher, what's this about?"

Apart from their swim coach, Jenna was just about the only person in the world who could call Megan by her last name and get away with it. "I just... If nobody is good at sex until they fuck around the block in college, how are we supposed to get off while we're still in high school?"

Jenna looked genuinely shocked at the question. "Dude, don't tell me you don't Jill off."

"Jill - what?"

"Masturbate," Jenna stage-whispered, as if she wasn't sure how well the closed door to the bedroom would protect her from Megan's mother. "You play with yourself, right?

"Well - of course." Suddenly it seemed weird to Megan that she and Jenna had never talked about this kind of thing. They were close friends, that's what close friends talk about, right? Or were her perceptions still skewed from watching too many porn videos? Then she finally realized what Jenna's question had implied. "Do you?"

"Ugh," Jenna replied, throwing her head back, "more often than I'd like to think about. But it's a hell of a lot healthier than sleeping around with all the boys in this tiny little Petri dish of a town."

All the boys, Megan clocked as she laughed and nodded. Still, Jenna was opening up, and that was progress. "So what do you think about when you're doing it?"

"Nothing," said Jenna.

"What do you mean, 'nothing'?"

"I don't think about anything. I don't fantasize. I'm just trying to come, so I think about what it'll take to make me come. It's all about accomplishing a goal, giving myself an orgasm, not wishing I were doing something else that would give me an orgasm. Or someone else, anyway."

"You come every time?"

Jenna looked at the door, then leaned in toward her friend. "Yeah! Jesus, Fletcher, why would you do it otherwise?"

For a few moments, Megan couldn't think of anything to say, then she went with honesty again. "I don't every time. Sometimes I actually don't try to, but even when I try it's not a sure thing."

"Well, what do you think about when you're doing it?"

Shit. I boxed myself into that corner. Here we go. Moment of truth. This is where it might've helped a lot if we were in our twenties and we'd had a few drinks or something. I will have the strength to do this. I will do this. "It depends," she finally said, and took a deep breath. "Lately, sometimes, it's, um - I think about you." She watched Jenna's face.

Jenna stared back at her blankly for a few seconds, as if she simply hadn't heard. "What?"

"I said I sometimes think about you when I... you know." It actually felt good to have said it out loud, finally. No more bottling it up inside or agonizing over whether or how to tell. It was done.

"What?" Jenna repeated, a little louder this time, and looking a little more confused.

She doesn't get it, or she doesn't want to hear it. What the hell do I do here? Don't panic, don't panic - what would Cassie do?

Megan consulted her inner Cassie and, shifting forward onto her knees, she quickly leaned toward Jenna and kissed her on the lips, just once. Then she sat back down on her heels to wait for a reaction. Jenna's eyes went wide, she touched her hand to her lips, and she said, for a third time, "What??"

Megan wasn't sure what to do, so she started to lean toward Jenna again, but Jenna reached out and shoved her backward so hard that she almost fell off the bed. "Why would you do that to me?" Jenna yelled. "Why would you think I want you to do that? What were you thinking?"

Suddenly in a state of panic, Megan froze. Should I say I was joking? How do I get out of this? Shit, shit, shit - honesty, stick with honesty - "Jenna, I just want to be around you, that's all."

Jenna got up, grabbed her textbook, and said, "Well, I can't be around you right now. Shit, which ones are my notes?" she asked as she shuffled through the papers on Megan's bed for a moment, then stopped. "Forget it, just make sure I get mine back, okay? I have to get out of here." She headed for the door.

Megan got up to go after her. "Jenna, wait! Please stay and talk to me!" She chased Jenna down the stairs, but stopped on the bottom step as her friend practically ran through the front door and closed it behind her. Megan was still standing there, tears forming in her eyes, when her mother came into the foyer. They both heard the screeching of tires as Jenna peeled away in her mother's car.

"Honey, what was all the commotion?"

Megan couldn't look her mother in the eyes, so she just kept staring at the door. "It's hard to explain."

"Are you and Jenna fighting over a boy?"

Megan's heart sank, and she ran back up the stairs to her bedroom and cried.

*****

Jenna wasn't in school on Thursday, and she didn't respond to Megan's text asking if she was okay. Megan did her best not to think about it, but she was sure it was because of her. That night at home she struggled not to cry again, and avoided her parents by telling them she had a lot of homework to do.

On Friday Jenna returned to school, but Megan could tell she was trying hard to avoid any kind of interaction. They only had one class together, so she didn't push it. But after school they both had swim practice, where their lockers were only a few feet away from each other. By the time Megan got there, Jenna was already undressing, and for the first time Megan could remember, Jenna had worn her racing suit underneath her clothing. To avoid being naked in front of me, probably, Megan thought, and tried to avoid eye contact, but she changed into her suit as usual. Jenna hurried out of the locker room to the pool as soon as she was ready.

Practice was a blur, but at least there were no problems. The two friends had always had different strengths in the water anyway, so they worked on their strokes in different areas of the pool. Occasionally Megan glanced over in Jenna's direction, but she knew what she would see, and she was right each time - Jenna was looking anywhere and everywhere except at her.

Then practice ended, and while she rinsed off in the shower, Megan tried to think of something she could say to Jenna to make it better, to make things go back to normal. It was too late to walk it back or claim she'd been kidding, but maybe a good, old-fashioned apology combined with "Can we forget this ever happened?" would be enough. She decided she would insist on talking about it when Jenna got to the locker room, and in the meantime, she went about drying off and getting dressed.

A little while later, she was sitting on the locker room bench quietly playing a game on her phone, still waiting for Jenna. She checked the time, and frowned. Even the coach had left by now. She knew that as the team's captain, Jenna sometimes had responsibilities that kept her after practice, and she had her own key to the pool, but she'd been in there on her own for at least ten or fifteen minutes. Was she seriously just hiding from Megan? Had somebody told her Megan was waiting for her? Was it possible she had snuck out while Megan was in the shower? Surely she hadn't slipped out the fire exit in her swimsuit in the dead of winter.

This is silly, Megan decided, and stood up. She grabbed her backpack and walked through the door into the pool area. It was quiet, or at least relatively quiet - she could hear the hum of the motors running the filtration system, and the room itself was pretty good at magnifying that hum. She looked around, expecting to see Jenna putting away towels, or swimming extra laps, or something, but at first she didn't see Jenna at all. Finally she spotted her friend in the far end of the pool, facing away from her. Jenna was half out of the water, holding onto the handle on the underside of a diving block, as if she was about to take her mark to start a backstroke race. Megan watched as she began to walk down the length of the pool, but Jenna didn't really move. As she got closer, she saw that Jenna's head was down and her eyes were closed. What is she doing? Megan wondered. She continued to approach slowly, until she noticed that Jenna's feet were planted pretty low, and far apart - and she was also breathing kind of quickly. Maybe she just finished a few laps? Then Megan suddenly understood what she was seeing, and she stopped in her tracks about ten feet away.

Jenna let out a whimper, and Megan felt chills run down her spine. As she looked down at the water, she could see that the part of Jenna that was underwater was distorted by the freshly treated water being pumped into the pool at high pressure through the pipe directly in front of her. Pointed directly at her carefully placed crotch. Jenna was using the swimming pool as a vibrator, and she had no idea that Megan was watching her. Watching, and unable to look away. Jenna moaned.

What the fuck am I supposed to do here? Megan thought. Try to leave quietly before she sees me? Interrupt and apologize? But she was frozen in place, captivated by the sight of her beautiful friend pleasuring herself without touching herself, using only water pressure. Jenna moaned again, a little louder, and Megan still stood there. She wanted to undress again and jump in with Jenna, maybe take the next pipe down for herself. She wanted to put her hand down her jeans and scratch the itch that was already starting to form. The one thing she didn't want to do was leave. And then, all at once, it was too late - Jenna cried out, then opened her eyes. She saw Megan off to the side, watching her, and in a panic, lost her grip on the diving block handle and splashed fully into the water.

Jenna sputtered. "What the fuck is the matter with you?" she yelled at Megan. "Why are you spying on me?"

"I'm not!" Megan pleaded, as Jenna slowly made her way over to the nearest ladder, turning a bright red. "I swear, I just wanted to talk to you, and I was waiting for you in the locker room, but you didn't come out, so I came back in and I didn't realize what you were doing until I was all the way down here and I didn't know what to do or say, I'm really sorry!"

Jenna had reached the ladder, but rather than climb out, she grabbed onto it with one hand. Then she rested her other arm on the side of the pool, put her head down on her arm, and began to sob.

Megan was shocked, and again she wasn't sure what to do or say, but her heart melted for her friend. Taking a step towards her, she said, "Listen, I'm really sorry I upset you the other night, I feel terrible about it, can we please just forget any of this ever happened?"

Lifting her head, Jenna yelled, "No! No, Fletcher, you don't get to just put this back in the box and stick it in a drawer!" She climbed out of the pool, and stepped in front of Megan, dripping water on the deck. "I had it all figured out, I had everything in order, all I had to do was make it these last four months until we graduate and get the fuck out of here, and then I could start my real life in college a thousand miles away from here, and then you have to open your goddamn mouth and fuck it right up!"

Megan was confused. "What?"

Jenna pulled some water out of her long hair. "You of all people would have to know what I've been going through for the last six years, how hard I've worked to keep this secret. Nobody knows, not my parents, not my sister, not the three guys I fucked, not my closest friends, nobody! Six fucking years down, four months to go, and in the space of twenty seconds, you managed to ruin everything!"

"Jenna, what the hell are you talking about? What secret?"

Jenna grabbed Megan's arm. "You moron, you really don't get it, do you? I like girls, too." Her declaration reverberated around the cavernous room.

Megan blinked, a million thoughts running through her head as she tried to process this news and keep her own selfish desires out of it. "Six years?"

Letting go of Megan, Jenna took a deep breath, and seemed to calm down a little. "What can I say, I was a prodigy. It was right around that time that I figured out how to do this swimming pool thing, too," she gestured toward the pipe. "My parents practically had to drag me out of our pool at home every night that summer, and I cried the day we put it to bed for the season. It's a good thing they never suspected, or I'm sure they would've taken a bulldozer and filled the damn thing in."

"Wow," Megan said. "And girls...?"

"Of course not, Fletcher, especially not at that age. I barely even understood what I was feeling, much less that what I was feeling was different from everyone else my age. I hoped for a while that somebody would just tell me out of the blue that it was normal, or that I wasn't the only one, or something, but it never happened, so I just kept it to myself. It was only later on that I figured out it would be better once I could get out of here and live in a place where nobody knew me, and I wouldn't be terrified of people judging me." She smiled and looked down at her feet, where a large puddle had formed. "I almost made it, too."

"Jenna, why didn't you ever tell me?"

Jenna laughed. "Just look how I reacted the other night when you told me - and I'm the one person who should've understood! No, I was terrified of what you'd think of me, and I valued our friendship too much. And hey, you never told me, either, Fletcher! I'll bet every dollar I have that you didn't just figure out you like girls at some point in the last ten or twelve days."

"No, but that was different. I don't just like girls, I like you. That's a bit more of a confession, don't you think?"

Shaking her head, Jenna laughed. "It's not different. You still don't get it, do you? Fletcher, you stupid motherfucker, I've been counting down the days until I could get out of this town because I'm in love with you."

Megan's mouth fell open, and her stomach flipped over. She tried to find words, and nothing came out.

Jenna nodded. "Yeah, not so easy to be on the receiving end of the conversation now, is it? Now you know how I felt the other night, and why I felt like I couldn't see you yesterday, and why I didn't want to talk to you today. I don't think you're a pervert, I think you're beautiful, and all I've ever wanted to do was tell you how beautiful you are and find out what it feels like to hold you close and not have to let you go. But I was a hundred percent certain you didn't feel the same way, so I managed to shove those feelings down to the bottom of my soul where I didn't have to confront them, and then you drop this bomb on me that you jerk off to me? I'm fucking in love with you, Fletcher, and I never wanted you to find out, because I knew you wouldn't know what to say. I mean, Jesus Christ, it turns out you've wanted to get in my pants all this time, and you still don't know how to react!"

Megan felt tears start to flow from her eyes, and she could see Jenna was starting to cry again, too. She took a step forward and put her hand on the side of Jenna's face. Jenna grabbed Megan's wrist, but looked away. Megan spoke just loudly enough to be heard over the room's constant hum, "You don't have to be scared anymore. You know my secret, I know yours, and that's as far as it ever has to go. It's our secret now." Jenna choked back a sob, then looked Megan in the eyes. Later, neither one of them would remember being the one who started it, but a few seconds later, the friends were kissing.

Megan pulled at the back of Jenna's head, and Jenna gripped Megan's wrist tightly, as they kissed each other hard. Tears fell into both of their mouths as they threw their arms around each other, and they felt months and years of confusion and desperation start to melt away with this one furious kiss. After a minute the kiss broke, and they both laughed, their foreheads touching.

"I'm still mad at you, Fletcher," said Jenna.

"I'll make it up to you," Megan grinned.

"I'm counting on it," Jenna said, then kissed her friend again.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Megan asked.

"Sure."

"When you were in the pool before, using the pipe, were you still thinking about nothing?"

Laughing, Jenna said, "No."

"What were you thinking about?"

Jenna took a deep breath, and wiped the tears away from her eyes. Then she kissed Megan again, and smiled. "This," she said. "I was thinking about this." Megan pulled her back into another kiss, and wondered how long she had before she woke up.

*****

Jenna and Megan sat in the front seat of Jenna's mother's car, laughing nervously. They'd pulled over and parked the car a block short of Megan's driveway, so as to remain safe from her parents' potentially prying eyes. This new dimension to their relationship was still less than an hour old, so they were full of giddy energy and completely uncertain what was supposed to happen next; but whatever it was, they knew it wasn't something they wanted their parents to see.

"This is so weird," Jenna declared as she continued to grip the wheel with the engine off. "I don't know if I'm supposed to kiss you goodnight, or just smack you on the ass like I've always done!"

Laughing, Megan nodded. "I don't know either, are we dating now? Am I your girlfriend? 'cause if I am, I think you're supposed to try to cop a feel when you drop me off."

Jenna snorted. "Like I haven't seen your tits a million times in the locker room."

"Right? But you've never tasted them!"

Jenna chuckled, then got quiet.

"Hey, I'm kidding," Megan reassured her. "I know you're already worried this is all about sex for me, I shouldn't make it worse."

"Thanks, that's sweet, but it's not just that." Jenna thought for a moment to measure her words. "Megan, I've never done this. Before this afternoon I'd never kissed a girl. You talking about sex doesn't make me worried you won't love me back, it makes me worried about sex."

Megan nodded, realizing for the first time that she might have to talk about Cassie - if not by name, then to cite as experience she had that Jenna didn't. She tried to preempt with another page from Cassie's book. "Jenna, there's no such thing as a mistake with me. And we can take things as slowly as you want."

Taking her hands off the steering wheel and turning toward her passenger, Jenna smiled and nodded. She moved in for a kiss, which Megan gladly accepted. The kiss gradually got deeper and hungrier, as both girls struggled not to pour a mountain of unspoken feelings into it. Jenna was the first one to slow it down and ease off a bit, and Megan took that as a signal to follow suit. Then Jenna grabbed Megan's left breast through her hoodie, and Megan jumped a little in shock. "Not too slowly, Fletcher," Jenna whispered, and Megan laughed.

*****

The email was waiting for Megan when she logged on after cleaning up from dinner with her family. Jason, her parents' old college friend and Cassie's husband, had not only learned that there was still an open internship slot at the cable network where they both worked, he had managed to get them to hold it for Megan purely on the strength of his recommendation. She wondered what he could've told them about her, since he didn't know much about her skills or work ethic, but she wasn't going to question it too closely. At this point, all she needed to do was say yes, and she'd have a summer internship in broadcasting before ever starting her freshman year of college, plus a place to live in the city in Cassie and Jason's apartment. She smiled for a moment; then the smile went away as she allowed a bit of doubt to creep in.

Jesus. Did Jason get me this internship because I gave him a blowjob, and he got to watch me having sex with his wife? What is he expecting will happen this summer while we're all living together? Wait - why am I feeling indignant? I was pretty damn excited about a summer full of sexual exploration, myself. If the two nights I shared with them last weekend are any indication, it's going to be a hell of a summer.

Then she remembered what her week had been like since Cassie and Jason left, and suddenly the questions multiplied. Will the summer still be like that if I'm with Jenna? And what does "with Jenna" mean? Are we dating? Am I her girlfriend? How slowly does she want to take the sex part? The more she thought about it, the more she realized it was kind of silly to worry so much when graduation was still over four months away. But she still had one question nagging at her, so she picked up her phone. It went right to voicemail.

"Hi, this is Cassie! I'm sorry I can't take your call right now, but I promise I'll call you back."

Megan smiled, and waited for the beep. "Hey, it's Megan." She suddenly got nervous that Cassie wouldn't know her just from her first name, which was ridiculous, but why risk it? "You know, Fletcher. From last weekend. Um." She inhaled. "Anyway, call me back, please - I want to ask you something about this summer. Uh, talk to you later."

She pressed the button to end the call, and sat quietly for a few minutes staring at Jason's email. Then she texted Jenna: "I'm sorry I made you cry. I don't want to do that again."

She'd barely hit "send" when her phone lit up with Cassie's callback, and she picked up. "Hey! That was fast!"

"Hi, sugar! I was cleaning up from dinner and I missed your call, what's up? How are you?"

Megan leaned back in her desk chair. "I'm good, it's just been a weird week. What was for dinner?"

"Jason made one of my favorite winter meals, a big, hearty lamb shoulder thing with figs and red wine, it was so good. Wish you could've joined us!"

"Wow, Jason cooks, too?"

"Oh, honey, yes he does - and there are some things he does way better than me."

"I'll bet the kitchen is the only room in the house where that's true," Megan said slyly.

Cassie laughed. "You've got a dirty mind, Ms. Fletcher. So what did you want to ask about the summer? Are you going to take the internship? I was really excited when Jason told me he got you the offer."

"Yeah, I'm leaning toward it for sure, I just wanted to take your temperature on something."

"Well, shoot."

"I had an amazing time with you guys last weekend. I mean amazing. I'm still not sure I believe it really happened."

"I hope you know we had a great time, too." Megan could practically hear over the phone that Cassie's head was tilted to one side.

"And I hope I'm not being crazy or making any giant leaps to think that if I live in your apartment for the summer, we might get into the same sort of trouble every now and again." She was choosing her words carefully, just in case someone else could hear.

"No, that's not crazy at all. But let's be clear, it's not an expectation on our part, either. You're not obligated, and for that matter, neither are we."

"That's good to know." Megan weighed for a moment the different ways she could ask the actual question. "So if, say for instance, sometime before the summer I started seeing someone, and it got serious enough that we decided to be exclusive, would I still be able to live with you guys?"

Cassie laughed. "Oh, my Lord, Megan, I'm so sorry you felt you even had to ask me that! Baby, we offered to open our home to you because you're a good friend now. And how we got to be such good friends notwithstanding, the offer has no catches and no strings. Well, we might force you to make us those fantastic enchiladas a couple of times, but that's just good sense."

It was Megan's turn to laugh, and she felt silly for worrying. "Thank you, that really does ease my mind. Please tell Jason that I accept - and I can't wait for the summer to get here!"

"Yay!" Megan heard clapping on Cassie's end of the line, and figured she must be using headphones. "Oh, I'm so glad, honey, we're going to have such a wonderful time with you here! I'll tell Jason when he gets back from his workout. But now I have a question for you. Did you already start seeing someone, is that why you asked?"

"Um... nooooo...? Question mark?" Megan heard Cassie laughing again. "Yeah, I don't know. For real, I don't know where we stand. It's way too soon to tell."

"Well, I'm excited for you. Just make sure he treats you right, okay?"

Megan thought for a second. "She."

"Well, look at you! And shame on me for assuming. What's she like?"

"Well, she's no Cassie Germaine, but I mean, who is?"

"Ha! Seriously, now."

"Cassie, she's funny and gorgeous, and she's hot, like toned beyond belief from swimming a million miles hot. And she's one of my best friends. I don't want to fuck this up."

"Megan, stop right there. Promise me you will not think about it in those terms. If you truly care about this girl, if you try to make her happy, and if you're honest with her, there's no such thing as fucking up."

Megan felt the phone buzz against her ear. She lowered it for a quick glance, and saw that Jenna had replied: "You didn't make me cry. My pathetic bubble of denial and repression finally bursting made me cry. You make me fly." Megan's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a surprising warmth come over her. Holy shit, she thought. Am I in love, too?

"Megan, are you there?"

"Sorry, Cassie, yeah, I'm here. But I should get ready for bed, I'm every kind of exhausted there is."

"Okay, sugar, it was good to hear your voice. I'm so glad you're coming to stay with us this summer! Good luck with the new girlfriend!"

The new girlfriend. I have a girlfriend, Megan thought after hanging up. What the hell is that going to be like? Then her phone buzzed again, and she picked it up to read Jenna's newest text.

"I just thought you might like to know that picturing you naked is not helping me to stick to my convictions on the 'take it slowly' plan," it said, and Megan snorted. If she hadn't been picturing Jenna naked all the time, too - and picturing much more - that might've seemed creepy. As it was, she just couldn't stop smiling.

*****

For the second Saturday in a row, Megan woke to the sound of her mother knocking on her door, and within a few seconds realized she was much better rested, and annoyingly horny. As deeply as she'd slept, she did have some dreams, and not surprisingly a couple of them were based on the notion that she was finally going to have sex with Jenna soon. Or sort of soon. She hoped.

Checking her phone brought her back down to earth, as she saw a string of texts Jenna had sent earlier in the morning. Jenna was already starting to panic about her parents finding out, Megan's parents finding out, the school and their friends finding out, and what the last few months of high school could be like as a result. Where were they supposed to meet without arousing suspicion, she wondered, could they even consider going out on something that resembled an actual date? If one went over to the other's house to "study," were they supposed to close the door and hope they didn't make any noise if they started making out or doing even more? What hope did they have of spending a night together before they both moved out of their houses, when it had been a few years since they had a "sleepover"?

Megan finally responded, "You're making yourself crazy. And if you're worried about getting caught, maybe start with not texting about it. We'll figure out a way to be together. What do you have this afternoon?"

"Homework," came the reply a few minutes later.

"Tell your parents you're coming over here to study because I'm still a space cadet on genetics."

"Won't your family be home?"

"Both of my little shit brothers felt neglected last weekend because my parents' friends were here, so Mom and Dad are taking them to Chuck E. Cheese."

"You're kidding. The closest one is like forty miles, they'll be gone for hours!"

"Ex. Act. Ly."

Another minute passed before the next reply. "Oh!" How the hell has she been a teenager for five years without any clandestine skills? Megan wondered.

"Yeah. Get over here a little after 1:30, and don't forget to bring your books," she texted just as her mother yelled from downstairs for her to join her family for breakfast.

*****

Megan had barely started to open the door when Jenna pushed it open the rest of the way and burst inside. "Holy fuck, it's cold," she said through her scarf, then closed the door behind her. She dropped her backpack and started removing layers, while Megan watched with amusement. At last she unzipped her hoodie to reveal the t-shirt underneath, and exhaled, shaking her head. "Remind me again why my parents can't run a maple syrup empire in Cozumel or Hawaii or something?"

"And I thought I was having trouble with Biology," Megan cracked.

Jenna laughed, then moved quickly to Megan and took her into a hug. "God, this feels good."

"Okay, but my -"

"I'm so glad to see you two have made up," said Megan's mother as she breezed into the foyer. Jenna quickly let go of Megan - maybe too quickly, thought the latter. She needs acting lessons on top of her spycraft lessons.

"Hi, Mrs. Fletcher," Jenna regrouped. "We weren't in a fight, I was just having really bad PMS and Megan happened to be in the path of the storm." She paused. "Or I was being an asshole, take your pick."

Both Fletchers laughed. "How are your mom and dad?" the elder Fletcher asked.

"Good, thanks. They said to say hi, and that you're welcome to come help tap next week if you want."

"Oh, what fun! Thank them for me, will you? I'm sorry we can't catch up a little more, but Mr. Fletcher and I are just now on our way out with the boys for a little afternoon adventure."

"I heard. Have fun, and don't let Robbie cheat at skeeball."

Megan's mother turned and left with a smile. Jenna moved slowly over to Megan, and with the smallest possible motion, took her friend's hand in hers. They stood there waiting - each of them looking at the other's eyes, left to right, back and forth - for the two solid minutes that passed before they heard the minivan pull out of the driveway. Then they grabbed each other and kissed as if they'd been standing there waiting for two years.

*****

This can't be real, thought Megan for the eleventh time in nine days, as she and Jenna furiously undressed. I've just wanted it to happen for so long that my fantasy is on auto-playback while I'm in a coma somewhere after a bad car accident. I'll wake up in a couple of weeks, it'll be a medical miracle, and my good friend Jenna will be at the welcome-home party to give me shit about the amount of homework I've missed. Except she wasn't in a coma, she was actually in her bedroom, Jenna was at the other end of the bed from her, and they were taking off their clothing. In less than thirty seconds, they were both naked.

Jenna's face was still flushed from the winter cold. She laughed nervously as she and Megan approached each other slowly, each drinking in the other's body with her eyes. "We've been naked together a thousand times," she said. "Are we ever going to look at each other in the locker room the same way again?"

"God, I hope not," said Megan, and took her friend's waist. They grabbed each other tightly, and the feel of Jenna's naked body really, actually pressed against hers for the first time was the closest thing to heaven Megan had ever felt. Why the fuck did we wait so long?? she thought, then Jenna grabbed her face and kissed her. They kissed, just standing there in a naked embrace and exploring each other's mouths with their tongues, for a good couple of minutes.

Jenna paused to take a breath. "I want this to be amazing," she said, a nervous smile on her face.

Megan nodded. "It's already amazing because it's you." Please let it be amazing. Please don't let me disappoint her.

Without any warning, Jenna shoved Megan backwards and onto the bed, but it was a very different shove than she'd used only three days earlier.

"Holy shit," Megan said, as Jenna climbed onto the mattress after her. Jenna didn't waste any more time on kissing Megan's mouth; instead, she went straight for Megan's pussy and kissed that. "Holy shit!" Megan repeated, momentarily unable to catch her breath.

"Shut up and let me do this," Jenna laughed, and kissed Megan's pussy again. She started licking, tentatively at first, then more confidently.

All Megan could do for the first couple of minutes was look down past her own naked breasts and stomach, and marvel, her mind boggling, at seeing Jenna's face buried in her crotch. She still had trouble believing her eyes, even with the delicious sensation of Jenna's tongue on her as proof. And that sensation - somehow totally different from when Cassie had gone down on her that first time barely a week ago. But not "bad different" - Jenna's tongue on her pussy still felt amazing, and maybe even more so, because this was Jenna. Her heart swelled again, and she shook her head and blinked. Sex first, love later, Megan thought to herself, then grabbed one of Jenna's hands and let out a moan.

She felt Jenna squeeze her hand back, then watched as Jenna looked up for a moment to meet her gaze, still licking and sucking on her pussy. Megan couldn't stop staring at Jenna, watching her eyes, and wondering what was in her mind. I've wanted you to do this to me for so long, did you know that? Megan thought but didn't say. She let out a few gasps as she felt stabs of pleasure run through her, and Jenna smiled. Megan squeezed Jenna's hand harder and threw her head back. Suddenly, Jenna's mouth wasn't on her anymore, and she looked back down.

Jenna had lifted herself up, and she clumsily tried to rotate her body so that she was pointed in the opposite direction as Megan, but she fell over and landed on her side, laughing. Soon Megan was laughing along. Jenna twisted around and threw one knee over Megan's head, finally almost in position. Megan grabbed Jenna's thighs and buried her face in her pussy right before Jenna found Megan's again, too. Just like that, the childhood friends were locked together in a sixty-nine.

Megan was overwhelmed with stimulation. Jenna's lips and tongue were licking and sucking at Megan's pussy, her hands were grabbing at Megan's ass, her hair was tickling Megan's knees and thighs, her breasts were pressed up against Megan's stomach, and her thighs were clamped around Megan's head. Meanwhile, Megan was trying to lick Jenna's pussy for the first time, and it didn't taste like honey as she'd once imagined, it tasted like some kind of spice she couldn't place. The two of them eating each other out felt like a huge feedback loop to Megan - she and Jenna were both licking and sucking each other so frantically and rhythmically, it felt to her almost, but not quite, like she was actually licking her own pussy. She had a flashback to a week before, when Cassie had been eating her out so effectively that she couldn't keep her mouth on Jason's penis. She grabbed the top of Jenna's ass and pulled down so hard she almost suffocated herself in Jenna's crotch.

Jenna lifted her head and yelled, "Oh, my God! Megan, how are you doing that?" and Megan smiled silently with her face still buried in pussy. The next moment, Jenna shoved her face back down and sucked Megan's clit for all she was worth, and it was Megan's turn to yell. Jenna's next muffled scream sent wild vibrations throughout Megan, and she let out a muffled scream of her own, which set off Jenna screaming again. The two teenagers writhed around together on Megan's bed for several minutes, desperate to please each other.

After a while, Jenna lifted her head again and yelled, "Shit! Oh, shit! Shit! I can't - oh, God! I can't - I can't - Oh, my fucking God, Megan, don't - I can't -" Megan clamped her mouth over Jenna's clit and redoubled her efforts to bring her friend over the edge, and she felt Jenna trembling. Finally, Jenna arched her back, shook violently, and let out a scream so loud, Megan wondered for a second whether her parents could hear it from forty miles away. Jenna yelled a few more times, heaved a couple of deep breaths, and lowered herself back down. Finally she buried her head in Megan's pussy again.

As Jenna licked and sucked at Megan more intensely, Megan continued her own licking, but was suddenly struck by an incredible reality. I just made Jenna come, she realized. I gave my friend Jenna an orgasm. I've been dreaming about this for as long as I can remember, and I was sure it would never happen, and today I made my beautiful friend Jenna come with my mouth. The enormity of what she had done started to set in right around the same time she felt her own orgasm start to approach. It wasn't the same as it had been when she fantasized about Jenna, and it wasn't the same as when she was with Cassie, the build-up was just more raw. She felt as if Jenna's mouth and tongue were completely inside of her and licking every nerve ending below her waist. The chain reaction started in Megan's thighs, the intense pleasure pulsing through the entire middle of her body. She found herself wishing women were built differently so she could be holding Jenna's face and kissing her when she came - and then she came. Megan felt like the force of it was going to push her ass right through her mattress and leave a hole. She yelled directly into Jenna's pussy, and dimly heard Jenna yell again, too. She got light-headed for a moment, then remembered to take some breaths. After a couple of minutes, she was back down on earth.

Both girls slowed down their tired tongues, and finally came to a stop. Jenna rolled off of Megan, shifted around so their bodies were pointing in the same direction again, and laid her head down on Megan's shoulder.

Megan wrapped her arm around her friend, kissed her head, and started to laugh.

"What?" Jenna laughed despite herself.

"I was just wondering what we're supposed to say if my mom asks what we worked on this afternoon."

Jenna said, "The reproductive system," and Megan cracked up. "God, Fletcher - I love making you laugh."

Still grinning, Megan said, "Hey, can I ask a favor?"

Gently stroking her friend's breast, Jenna said, "Anything."

"When we're together - when we're together like this - would you please call me 'Megan'?"

Jenna lifted her head to look at her teammate. "If we can do this every day from now on, Megan Fletcher, I'll call you whatever you want." They kissed again, and as they settled their heads back down, Megan started listening for the sound of a minivan engine.

*****

This is the real test, isn't it? Megan asked herself as she climbed onto her school bus Monday morning. Either nobody will be able to tell that something is different, or everybody will. There's probably no in between. But regardless of the impact it might have on her if people did find out, regardless of how the next few months would go before she could leave town for her cable TV network internship, for college, and for the rest of her life, she didn't regret any of it. She didn't regret having sex with Cassie and Jason, she didn't regret that having sex with Cassie and Jason led indirectly to her having sex with Jenna, and she didn't regret the disruption she'd caused to Jenna's comfortable but precarious denial. She might not have the same oblivious smile that she'd been wearing when she boarded the bus last Tuesday, but she was at least as happy, and definitely more self-confident.

She sat down, her friend Lauren moving over a little for her as she had almost every day for the last four years. Lauren broke into a conspiratorial grin, and asked, "Have you done it yet?"

Megan blinked, her mouth suddenly dry. "What?"

"Figured out how to get back at Vince yet. You've had almost a week, and you were so deep in thought late last week I figured you were just scheming."

After a deep breath, Megan replied, "Oh, right - honestly, I'd managed to forget about it, I had other things on my mind." She paused. "But now that you mention it, last week it sounded like you might have some ideas of your own. What would you do if you were me?"

Lauren smiled. "Am I allowed to use sharp objects?"

Laughing, Megan said, "Let's assume for the moment I want to come out the other end of this without a prison record." The bus drove over a bump, and the girls bounced in their seat.

"Well," Lauren started, "if it were me he was lying about, I'd probably try to spread a lie about him, too. Only it would have to be one he can't deny. Like, I'd try to put him in a position where it would be even worse for him if people thought the lie wasn't true, so he has to live with it."

Megan swiveled in her seat and grabbed Lauren's arm. "You are brilliant. How did I not know all this time that you were an evil genius?"

Lauren shrugged. "Honey, stealth is part of the job description." They both giggled for a minute.

"Okay," Megan finally said. "But how do we come up with the right lie? What could we possibly spread about him that he would hate yet want to own at the same time?"

Lauren frowned, and Megan followed suit. This could be harder than she thought. Then Lauren looked up again. "I think I might have it."

*****

Jenna gave Megan a look that was somewhere between confused and shocked. "I'm supposed to say what? And why?" They were sitting on a bench a few feet from the high school swimming pool, still dripping. Their coach and teammates had left for the locker room already.

Megan put her hand on Jenna's thigh. It was distracting as hell to be sitting next to her warm, wet body, much less touching it, but she managed to focus. "Listen, you don't have to say anything. I'm asking you to help because it's so perfect for you to be the second girl in this plan."

"Why can't Lauren do it?" Jenna demanded indignantly. "The whole thing was her idea, but now she won't put her money where her mouth is?"

Megan shook her head. "Honey, everybody knows Lauren is a virgin, she practically has it tattooed on her forehead. They'll smell the lie a thousand miles away."

Jenna sighed. "Okay, so why me?"

"Well, I think it could end up being like a massive Get Out of Jail Free card against anybody thinking that you might be gay, or at least it'll throw people off the scent just enough for the next few months until we get the fuck out of this godforsaken town. Plus you'd be doing me a real favor, and we get to make Vince squirm."

Jenna thought quietly for a minute. "I want you to be happy," she finally said, "and if this will make you happy, then I'm in."

Megan kissed her, then said, "Thank you so much," and kissed her again.

Jenna smiled. "You know, you called me 'Honey' just then." Before Megan could respond, Jenna was hugging her tightly.

*****

It had been a few days, and Jenna was starting to get uncomfortable and lonely. She knew she and Megan couldn't hang out much, especially during this phase of the plan; she just wanted the next phase to get here faster. She sat at a table in the lunchroom stabbing her half-eaten grilled cheese sandwich with a plastic fork, wondering why she wasn't better at waiting patiently.

Betsy and Miranda, a couple of girls she knew from cheer squad in the fall, sat down across from her with their lunches, and she put on a smile for them. They were clearly excited about something.

"Hey, Jenna!" said Betsy. "How's swimming?"

"Oh, it's great, we're gearing up for sectionals soon. How's volleyball?"

Betsy rolled her eyes. "If bitches could stop hurting themselves, we'd be doing fine." Jenna winced a little, but laughed along with Miranda.

"Hey, wait," Miranda said, "you're friends with Megan Fletcher, right?"

Jenna nodded. "Yeah, we hang out sometimes. Why?"

Miranda leaned forward conspiratorially. "Did she tell you about what happened with Vince?"

Here we go, Jenna thought, and took a deep breath. "No, I haven't really talked to her much lately," she replied earnestly. "But didn't he dump her a couple of weeks ago?"

Betsy laughed. "That's what he claimed, anyway."

Jenna tilted her head. "Why, what did you hear?" she asked, knowing perfectly well what they were about to say. She didn't really want to do this, but she reminded herself that Vince had hurt Megan, the girl she loved, at least twice now.

"Oh my God!" Betsy started. "Rachel told us she heard that Megan and Vince were gonna do it, but he couldn't get it up!" She and Miranda started cackling like little girls pretending to be witches, but Jenna just smiled and nodded.

"That sounds about right," she said.

Still giggling a little, Miranda said, "What do you mean? Did Megan talk to you or not?"

"Oh, no, I didn't hear it from her. I went out with Vince a few times last year, and the same thing happened with me."

"Shut! Up!!" yelled Betsy, and a few people at nearby tables looked in their direction.

Jenna shrugged. "I was ready to go, and poor Vince couldn't get anything going. I think he was really embarrassed, 'cause he never asked me out again."

"Holy shit, that's crazy," Miranda said.

Jenna stood up, her appetite for grilled cheese and gossip nearly exhausted. "Y'know what, it was a real shame, too."

The girls looked up at her. "Why?" asked Miranda.

"Because his dick is huge," she said matter-of-factly. The girls' chins dropped. "It's so big he could probably be a porn star, but it just hung there limp and useless no matter what we tried. Sounds like he still has the same problem. I feel bad for him, but I feel worse for Megan!" She paused to let her words sink in, and for a moment, Betsy and Miranda didn't seem to know what to say.

"How big?" Betsy asked quietly.

"Have you ever been watching a porno, and one of the guys had a dick so long and so thick, you thought it couldn't possibly be real, nobody like that exists?"

Betsy and Miranda looked at each other. "Yeah, of course," said Miranda.

Jenna shrugged one more time. "You were wrong," she said, then turned and walked away without waiting for their reaction. She felt a little queasy, but at least it was over with. She'd done her part.

*****

It was all over school the next day. What might've taken a week before cell phones and social media was now almost instantaneous; Vince had been transformed overnight from the golden boy into the boy with the giant, defective penis. And just like Lauren had predicted, he wasn't denying the stories - because if he wanted people to believe he was monstrously well-hung, he had to let them believe the other part, too.

It was all the more credible because these two separate girls had told similar stories about wanting to have sex with him but not getting to, stories that put their own reputations at risk. And if anybody started to wonder whether Megan was lying to get revenge for "being dumped," two things stopped them - Megan had admitted that she'd wanted to have sex with Vince, which isn't something you're likely to say if you're bitter; and Jenna had told a similar story about Vince without having any real beef against him. Even better, once Jenna's story had gotten around that first afternoon, people went back to Megan to ask her about the size thing - and despite having no earthly reason to say anything complimentary about Vince, she confirmed it.

A few of Vince's friends tried to turn things around by suggesting that if Megan and Jenna were hotter, he wouldn't have had any problems. But that version didn't get much traction, and the intended narrative pretty much stayed in place.

Meanwhile, Megan and Jenna were still staying mostly away from each other - to keep anybody from speculating that they had colluded on this story, but also because they didn't want to get caught together romantically while all this attention was on them. They'd agreed on a week just to be safe, and they were managing to avoid spending time together in person outside the swim team.

It helped that they were able to text each other, which they mostly did at night while they were supposed to be doing homework or sleeping. They texted about a lot of the same things they always had, when they'd been just friends, but now they also texted about sex. They'd only done it that one time, but they both wanted more of it pretty badly, and they weren't shy about it.

"I'm starting to forget what you taste like," Jenna texted Megan one evening towards the end of their self-imposed exile. "I'm going to need a lot of reminding when the week is over."

Megan grinned, and replied, "I remember exactly what you taste like, and I need more of you in my diet." She put her phone down and tried to concentrate on studying, but she knew another message wasn't far behind.

Her phone vibrated again three minutes later. "I can't decide whether the next time we get to be alone for a few hours I should spend the whole time just kissing you and staring into your eyes, or licking you until you scream over and over again and have to beg me to stop." She felt herself get chills. Nobody has ever talked to me like that, she pondered. Not even Cassie. Certainly none of the boys I've dated. She thought hard about what she could say that might match Jenna's tone.

She finally sent, "I just want to feel your naked body next to mine. I don't care what else we're doing. Wait, that's not true - I also want to make you come so many times you can't see straight. But definitely that two naked bodies just holding each other thing."

Less than a minute passed before she got Jenna's reply, which was just an emoji of a yellow face with its mouth wide open, gaping in shock. Megan smiled, then took a deep breath. Just two more days, she reminded herself, and dove back into studying for her trig test.

*****

The high school girls' swim team was done with practice for the week. Sectionals were only a few days away, so there was giddiness in the locker room as the girls all changed out of their racing suits back into their street clothes. Megan took her time, chatting and laughing with the others, casually stealing glances at their incredible naked forms. Boy, if a porn producer ever wanted to find a bunch of eighteen year old girls with bangin' bods to try to recruit, I would sure know which way to point him. Or her, she reminded herself.

She'd spent most of her time in this locker room fascinated with one particular girl's body, though, and that was Jenna's. She looked over at Jenna, and smiled as they caught each other's eyes. I can't believe this amazing girl is my girl now, Megan thought. As always, Jenna was taking her time air-drying while she got her stuff together, and Megan stared for a few moments at the few droplets of water still clinging to the smooth mound of skin where Jenna's pubic hair should be. I've licked her there, she mused, and felt herself start to get a little turned on. Thank God they were planning to have another "study" session tomorrow at her house while the rest of the family was at one of her brother Robbie's hockey games. She shook her head a little to regain focus, and went back to changing.

When she was back in her school clothing, Megan reached into her backpack to check for text messages or emails from her parents, but her phone wasn't there. She checked her jeans, then her hoodie, and finally her jacket pockets, but there was no cell phone. Oh no, she thought.

"What's wrong?" asked Jenna, as if Megan had expressed the thought out loud. Maybe she had, at that. But she just looked at Jenna and shook her head quickly for the moment, then sat back down and took a few slow, deep breaths. Jenna looked around them. "I'll take my time. We'll hang back," she said. Megan nodded.

Slowly, the rest of their teammates made their way out of the locker room, and after another ten minutes or so, Megan and Jenna were the only ones left. Jenna sat down on the bench next to her teammate. "What's the matter? Please talk to me."

Megan inhaled. "I think my phone is gone."

Jenna sat up straight. "Okay. Don't panic. Did you check your backpack and all your pockets?"

Megan nodded weakly. "I know I had it before lunch period, but that's all I'm certain of right now."

"Okay, then maybe it's still in the cafeteria," Jenna suggested cheerfully, though she was beginning to feel anything but cheerful. "Or someone has turned it in at the school office. We can just go check right now, okay?"

Megan nodded again, and tried to convince herself that Jenna was right. They grabbed their bags and jackets, and walked out the door of the locker room, to find Vincent leaning on the hallway wall across from them, arms folded. He was wearing one of his stupid rugby shirts, and his dirty blonde hair was perfectly tousled to seem as if he'd just gotten out of bed. Megan blinked and tried not to show any emotion, but she and Jenna stopped in their tracks as he looked up.

"Hey, great," said Vince. "I was just waiting to talk to Megan, but now I get two for the price of one." His voice was flat - not angry, but definitely not happy.

"Vince, what do you want?" Megan asked, trying to sound strong.

"What do I want? 'What do I want' is a great question, because it was something different a few hours ago, and now I'm not sure what it is." He reached into his pocket and pulled out Megan's cell phone, and Megan felt her stomach drop. "A few hours ago, I just wanted to see if I could find proof that you two had planned this whole thing, because I'm the only person in the entire fucking school who understands that that's what happened. Everyone else was totally snowed by the 'coincidence' you fed them. But if I could show them you had talked about it beforehand, things might be okay. Maybe people might stop taping magazine ads for Viagra to my locker, or asking me when my penis reduction surgery is going to be."

Megan cringed. "Vince, I didn't mean for it to get out of hand, I just wanted you to stop --"

Vince interrupted, his voice louder. "But that's not what I found, is it, Megan?" He paused, but Megan had stopped talking. Then he turned to her friend. "Is it, Jenna?"

The silence hung in the air for a few seconds, until Megan asked quietly, "Can I have my phone back, please?"

"That's 'may I,' Megan," sneered Vince. "And the answer is no, not just yet. I think the two of you need to make this up to me. I think what the two of you did to me was way out of proportion to anything you think I did to you, and I think you owe me, and you owe me big time."

Please no, thought Megan as she started to realize where he was probably going. Don't do this.

"First, you two are going to put on a show for me." He said it as straightforwardly as if he were declaring what he was going to have for dinner, then he smiled and waited for a reaction. Megan started to feel nauseated.

Jenna spoke first. "Why would we do that?"

Vince shrugged. "Out of the kindness of your heart, why do you think? What difference does it make anyway? You were going to eat each other's snatches this weekend anyway, you've been texting about it for days, why not do it today? Just pretend I'm not even there."

Megan said, "That's private, it's not for you, it's just between us."

Vince shook his head. "Not if you don't do this for me, it isn't. You don't do this, and the whole school gets to find out you're a couple of dykes who did this to me just because you hate men. And it won't be your word against mine this time. I've got proof." He held up Megan's phone again for emphasis.

Jenna's voice shook as she said, "You can't be serious."

Shrugging again, Vince said, "I can be and I am. And I didn't even mention the really good part. After you give me a good show, I'm going to fuck both of you."

Megan's heart started to race. She looked up and down the hallway, but everyone had gone home. "No," she said.

"Yes," Vince replied calmly.

Jenna shouted, "We'll have you arrested for rape!"

Vince laughed. "You stupid bitch, you still don't get it, do you? You just told the entire school you were dying to fuck me! If you turn around and accuse me of rape a week later, who do you think is going to believe you?"

Jenna and Megan looked at each other. I'm so sorry, Megan thought without moving her lips. I didn't think, I didn't know...

"So time's a-wasting, girls, I have to be home for dinner in a couple of hours. Let's go back into the locker room and do this thing, shall we?" The two girls didn't move, they just kept looking at each other not quite believing this was happening, and not knowing what to do.

"I said get in the fucking locker room!" Vince shouted, and this time they turned slowly and went back in.

*****

Vince locked the door behind him. "I know Mr. DeMaio doesn't clean up the locker rooms until Monday mornings anyway, and pretty much everyone else has gone home for the weekend, so we shouldn't be disturbed." He smiled as if the girls were supposed to be grateful he'd arranged a little impromptu rendezvous for the three of them.

"You're a sick bastard, Vince, you know that?" said Megan.

"I'm the sick bastard who's about to give you the best fuck of your life, honey," he retorted.

Megan tried as hard as she could not to cry. She wanted to be strong in front of Jenna, and more than anything she wanted to apologize for putting them in this position. Jenna hadn't wanted to go through with this whole scheme, and obviously she'd been right. They'd gotten a few days of satisfaction out of it, but now it was about to end with them being forced to have sex against their will.

Vince gestured toward a bench between rows of lockers and waited for the girls to take their positions. Once they sat, he sat on the next bench down, and just watched. The girls looked at each other, and back at Vince, still unsure they could go through with this, unsure if he was really going to make them. Moments later, he removed their doubts, when he said, "I'm not going to touch you for this part, don't worry - but you'd damn well better start soon, or I'm leaving and posting your texts all over the net."

Megan turned back to Jenna with tears starting to form in her eyes. Jenna leaned forward, took Megan's chin in her hand, and whispered in her ear, "He's not here. It's just you and me, nobody else."

Megan whispered back frantically, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, this is all my fault," but Jenna squeezed her chin and interrupted.

"Sh! He's. Not. Here. It's just you and me. And I love you." Megan shivered, and grabbed hold of Jenna, closing her eyes. They held each other tightly for a few seconds, then Megan started kissing Jenna. We're really doing this, Megan thought. Just the second time we've ever made love, and we have an audience forcing us to perform, and promising to rape us afterward. Are we ever going to be okay after this? Are we even going to get through it?

Jenna started taking off Megan's hoodie. He's not here, Megan reminded herself, then started to unbutton Jenna's blouse. It's just her and me. They each reached around to their backs to unhook their own bras, and took them off, staring at each other. Not really knowing what else to do, Megan leaned forward, grabbed one of Jenna's breasts, and started to suck on her nipple.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," said Vince from behind her.

Looking over Megan's head, Jenna glared at him. "Vince, the least you could do is leave us alone while we do this."

He shrugged and didn't reply.

Megan continued to suck on Jenna's nipple, and felt Jenna's hands in her hair. Megan reached down for the buttons on Jenna's jeans, and hesitated just as she undid the first button. I want to do everything I can to please her, but I also want this to be over with as soon as possible, she struggled. Or maybe if we draw this out and make it last, he'll forget about the part where he violates us. Maybe. She started undoing buttons again, and when they were all undone, she grabbed the waist on the jeans and looked up at Jenna.

Somehow, Jenna wasn't crying, she was just stone-faced. But she looked down at Megan, nodded her assent, and lifted herself a couple of inches off the bench. Megan took another deep breath and pulled her friend's jeans down and off of her. Not seeing much point in any delay, she grabbed Jenna's panties and pulled those off as well.

Before she had a chance to toss them aside, she heard Vince from behind her again. "Can I have those for a while?"

Megan turned around to look at him. "You're disgusting," she sneered, and threw Jenna's underwear at him. He caught it easily and laughed.

She turned back to her friend, who was now completely naked, but making only a minor effort to cover up her pubic area. Megan whispered, "Lie back." Jenna nodded, and slowly lowered her back to the bench. Megan hesitated. He's not here. He's not here. She knelt down to the floor, and pulled Jenna forward so her ass was right on the end of the bench.

"Why aren't you naked, too?" asked Vince in a tone that might have seemed playful, if he had been using it in any other context. Fighting back tears again, Megan stood up and undid her jeans, while Jenna put her hands back over her crotch. Finally Megan stepped out of her jeans and panties, and angrily posed for Vince.

"Are you happy now?" she yelled.

"Deliriously," he replied. "You're lucky I'm a nice guy, or else I'd be taking pictures of all this, too."

Nice guy?! Megan wanted to yell, but instead she just knelt back down on the floor in front of Jenna. She took one of Jenna's hands in hers, gave it a squeeze, and moved her head into place. He's not here. He's not here. Megan wrapped her free hand around the top of Jenna's thigh, closed her eyes, and reached out with her tongue to lick Jenna's pussy.

As Megan felt Jenna squirm a little, she tried to put Vince out of her mind, and focus entirely on the task of giving Jenna whatever genuine pleasure she might be capable of feeling under these circumstances. She let go of Jenna's hand, wet two of her own fingers with her mouth, and slipped them inside of Jenna while she continued to lick and suck on her labia and clit. Jenna whimpered, and squirmed some more. He's not here, Megan kept repeating in her head, and even felt herself begin to get a little wet from going down on Jenna.

"Oh, God!" Jenna cried, and Megan kept up what she was doing. A little faster with the finger-pumping, a little harder with the sucking and licking. He's not here. God help her, Megan even started to feel an itch in her own pussy that needed scratching. But she didn't want Vince to be the one to scratch it. There had to be a way out of this.

Jenna cried out again, and then a third time. Megan opened her eyes to look up at Jenna's face, only to see Vince standing over the two of them, stark naked with his dick in his hand, slowly stroking himself. She was startled, but did her best not to react. Maybe he would just get himself off, and they'd be okay? As she tried not to stare at it, she dimly registered a bit of irony; it really was bigger than the others she'd seen in person.

"Make her come, bitch," Vince said, and Megan cringed, but kept licking. This was night and day from the last time she'd heard a man give that instruction, a few weeks ago when Cassie was going down on Megan for the first time, and Cassie's husband Jason verbalized it as a desire. This was a demand, something to which Vince felt entitled, even owed. He's not here. Megan licked as intensely as she could manage, and prayed that Jenna would come soon, or at least fake it just this once so that Vince might come and leave them alone afterward. Sure enough, she felt Jenna's body quake, and then Jenna let out three good yells. Megan slowed down what she was doing with her hand and mouth. She wasn't sure if she'd actually made Jenna come just now, but she promised herself that she would never ask.

Looking up again, Megan wondered hopefully whether Vince had come, too, but no such luck. He was still holding his hard cock in his hand, and had a perverse grin on his face.

Jenna slowly sat up and saw the same thing, but ignored it. "Now I do her?" she asked Vince.

He shook his head. "No, save that for later. I've seen enough. Besides, maybe not getting to come right now can be part of Megan's punishment." He laughed at his own cruelty for a moment. "No, I think she needs to give me some of what she just gave you."

Megan sneered, "You want me to lick your pussy, Vince?" She had barely spoken his name when he slapped her across the mouth. She was in shock - it stung hard, and her head was ringing. Jenna started to get up from the bench, but Megan reached out and stopped her.

"I'm still not sure you fully understand your circumstances," Vince said icily. "You think insulting me right now is really a good idea? I still have your phone. I still have your texts. I still have your fucking future in my hands. So I think you'd better start sucking my dick, you'd better make it the best blowjob I've ever had, and you'd better stop when I tell you to stop. And then I'm going to keep my promise and fuck the shit out of both of you."

Megan nodded slowly, the resignation written on her face. Jenna sat back down on the bench and tried to cover herself with her arms.

Thank God this isn't the first blowjob I've ever given, Megan thought, otherwise I'd be even more terrified than I already am. She took Vince's penis in her hand, started stroking it, and licked the tip. She heard Vince chuckle, but refused to look up at his face. Instead she focused on the task at hand, and hoped she could make him enjoy this enough that he wouldn't still want to put his dick inside them afterward. I can just pretend it's Jason. He wanted me to experience pleasure, so it was the most natural thing in the world for me to want the same for him. She closed her eyes, took the head of Vince's cock in her mouth, and started pumping with her hand and sucking at the same time.

Megan was trying to shut out external stimuli to the extent that she could, but she started to realize that Jenna was stroking her hair. She desperately hoped in that moment that Jenna wouldn't touch her sexually while she was sucking this asshole off; she didn't know if she could handle associating those two things in her brain. She kept on pumping his dick with her hand, and then started using the tongue-swirling technique Cassie had taught her on an amazing night that felt like a thousand years ago.

"Jesus Christ," Vince said. "I knew deep down you were a pro at this. You must've blown half the guys in school to get this good. And probably most of your teachers!"

Pretend it's Jason, Megan thought. Pretend it's Jason. She continued to swirl her tongue around the smooth skin of his cock. Maybe if I "accidentally" make him come this way he won't mind, and he won't hurt us? She started pumping harder, and heard him say, "Fuck yes!"

Then she heard Jenna say, "Can I help, Vince?" Megan opened her eyes, and saw Jenna looking up at Vince with a sweet expression on her face. She was still stroking Megan's hair, and she'd stopped covering herself with her other arm. "I'd like to help, if I may," she continued. What are you doing? This isn't a threesome, this is coercion and a prelude to rape! Megan kept stroking, hoping against hope she could make him come before things got completely out of hand.

Vince laughed at Jenna. "You dykes are all alike, you get one look at a big cock and you realize what you've been missing. What, you want to take over?"

"No, I just don't want your balls to feel neglected," Jenna cooed, then reached out and lightly trailed her fingernails over Vince's sack.

Vince grunted. "Megan, move over a little and let her help." She did, shifting his dick to an angle while she moved over on her knees. She looked again at Jenna, who settled into a spot right next to her, started massaging Vince's balls, then glanced at Megan and winked. What the...?

Jenna took Vince's entire scrotum in her hand, and suddenly squeezed as hard as she could. He screamed like Megan had never heard anybody scream before, and grabbed Jenna's hair. Megan instinctively bit down on Vince's dick, and he yowled and grabbed her hair, too. As Megan grabbed his hand and tried to pull it off of her, Jenna managed to stand up, then slammed her knee into Vince's balls. He let go of both girls, and fell down in a heap, squirming and screaming. Jenna and Megan stood over him, naked and trying to catch their breath.

"You pathetic motherfucker," Jenna spat at him. "You love yourself so fucking much that you can't even imagine a girl not wanting to have your big fat dick inside one of her holes. You really thought you were going to fuck us today, didn't you? You thought we'd just give up and take it, like it was our fate to be on Vince's roster of hoes." Megan was in complete awe of Jenna, and wondered whether this had been her plan the whole time.

"What do we do now?" Megan asked.

Jenna turned to her. "Get your phone, then come back." She turned back to Vince, kicked him in the balls again, and watched him writhe and whimper. Megan tried not to laugh, then as instructed, she dug through Vince's jeans until she had her phone. When she returned, Jenna said, "Take a picture." Megan hesitated, but not for long. She opened the camera on her phone and took a few shots of Vince for good measure.

"Got it," she said, then ran to stuff her phone into her backpack. Jenna knelt down beside her and started rifling through her own bag until she found her keys. She looked up at Megan and smiled.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Megan nodded, then watched her friend and lover unlock the door to the pool and prop it open. "Give me a hand with him," Jenna said.

They grabbed his hands and feet and started dragging. He tried to resist, but he was in so much pain he couldn't muster up the strength. Once they'd gotten him through the door, Jenna rolled him over onto his stomach, kneeled on top of him, and said, "Honey, go get me a lane divider rope." Megan did as she was told again, and watched as Jenna tied Vince's hands tightly behind him. Once he was safely bound, she rolled him over onto his back, stood up, took a good look, and kicked his legs apart.

"No, please," Vince begged. Jenna kicked him in the balls a third time, and he screamed. Then he curled up into a fetal position and started crying like a baby, and this time, Megan allowed herself to laugh. She watched in awe again as Jenna rolled his naked form to the edge of the pool, then dumped him over the side with a splash. He came up sputtering, but could barely move.

Megan looked over at Jenna standing there naked, and felt a swell in her heart. She was just beginning to understand how lucky she was to have this girl on her side. Jenna looked back at her, and said, "Let's go home." They headed for the door.

"Wait!" Vince squeaked, and splashed around as he struggled with the rope binding his arms behind his back. "You can't just leave me in here!"

Jenna let Megan out, then turned in the doorway to face Vince. "I think we just did," she said, then stepped into the locker room, closed the door, and locked it. Megan grabbed her, and the two naked girls held each other, grateful that they were going to be okay.

They silently got dressed again, then grabbed their bags. Megan collected Vince's clothing from the floor, and Jenna held his bag open while Megan stuffed the clothes in. They unlocked the door into the hallway, walked to the front entrance of the school, and strolled out as if nothing was amiss.

*****

They were several miles down the road in Jenna's mother's car before Jenna pulled over on a bridge. Megan got out with Vince's bag and threw it over the side. She watched as it made a splash in the river far below, then returned to the car and closed the door. "You're sure he'll be okay?" she asked.

Jenna nodded, staring out the windshield. "He'll be cold and hungry, but they'll find him in there Monday morning. If he uses the fire exit, he'll be running around naked in the middle of February, and he may be stupid, but he isn't stupid. After that, who knows? I have a hard time believing he'll want anybody to know about this, so I'm hoping he'll just leave us alone. And those photos are an insurance policy."

Megan nodded. "Will you ever forgive me for putting you in danger like that?"

Jenna turned to look at her. "Us. You put us in danger. And yeah, I'm pretty pissed, but we got ourselves out of it. Fletch -- Megan -- you may not have let this sink in just yet, but we're a team of our own now. Just the two of us. I love you, and if I have anything to say about it, I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you ever again."

Megan had just been through one of the most frightening experiences of her life, but in this moment, she had never felt safer. She felt the tears starting to form in her eyes, and before she even said the words, she knew that they were true. "I love you, too," she said, and Jenna smiled. The teammates embraced and held each other tight, then kissed for a long time.