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Rhonda was your average snob when you thought about it. She got her kicks by making fun of poor, less fortunate people, who couldn't afford the things her family could for her and she always showed up to an event with the flashiest new clothes, impressing many, if not all, her peers.

Except for one – Helga Pataki.

It would seem like no big deal that Helga didn't show any concern in her attire, but that depends on who you are.

This type of thing had been going on since they were just little kids. Now they were fifteen and going to High school, and the same idle banter between the two continued, to no avail.

Rhonda was up late again; sweat covering her body on this surprising warm spring night. She tossed for a couple of minutes trying to find a comfortable position on her bed. When she realized how futile her attempts were, she threw the covers back, continuing to lie down. Her mind wondered to Helga…she went over ideas in her head about how good Helga could look if she only took a few minutes to take care of herself.

'Why am I thinking about this? Helga's an ugly bitch, and she doesn't deserve to look good anyway,' she thought bitterly. She went over a few new clothes she'd like to buy, remembering all of the name brands and whatnot. Soon her mind wandered once more to Helga. She imagined Helga's body, underneath her pink dress. Imagined her petite breasts, how soft they would feel in her grip. She thought further, to her lower region, the innocent place that she knew would still be innocent for Helga.

She found herself wondering what it would be like to touch her, slide a finger inside her – feel her moist cavern, hot and wet for her.

She felt a moist spot growing in the crotch of her panties, realizing that she'd turned herself on with her inane thoughts; she got up and searched around inside her dresser. There she felt it: it was hard, and long. She smiled wickedly and pulled it out. She slipped back into bed with it, and turned it on: it began to vibrate. She pressed the head of the vibrator against her clit, moaning at the glorious sensations. With her free hand, she slipped her panties off, laying them at the foot of her luxurious bed. She spread her legs wide, bending one leg and bringing it as close to her chest as she could. She positioned the head of the cock at her moistened slit, slowly; she began to slide it inside of her. She sighed heavily as it filled her, loving the sensations going through her body. She kicked the covers back, wanting to feel the air on her exposed skin. She cried out, moving the cock in a circular pattern at the back of her pussy. Starting to buck her hips wildly, she felt herself become overwhelmed with pleasure. She cried out Helga's name as her pussy contracted – that's when the light came on.

Her legs were spread wide, her pussy glistening with fluid, not to mention that dildo still embedded inside her were quite a shock for her mother to see. Rhonda blushed furiously, pulling at her covers to hide herself from her mother's wide-with-shock eyes.

She straightened her legs out, and turned to look away from her mother.

A long silence passed, and then her mother turned off the light and paced hastily paced away. Rhonda sighed in relief, but was still overwhelmed with embarrassment. She slid the cock out of her pussy, placing it under her pillow. At the moment, she didn't quite know how to feel. Her mother had just seen her masturbate, how would she ever face her again? 'Damn, why do people always come into my room without knocking?' She turned on her side, pulling the covers up to her chin. She tried to sleep, but the feeling just wouldn't dissipate – she felt dirty. Unclean and disgusting. 'How could I be so careless? Now mom thinks I'm a sick pervert!'

The next morning, Rhonda left early, taking a piece of toast and walking out the door before she had to face any strange looks or inquiries from her mother.

Her father came down for breakfast, immediately noticing his daughter's absence.

"Where's Rhonda? Isn't she awake yet, dear?" he asked, pouring himself a glass of orange juice.

"She left for school."

He took a sip. "Awfully early, does she have some test or something?"

"Maybe. You know that girl never tells us what's going on in her life, how should I know?" she said heatedly, setting the pan down hard on the burner.

"What's wrong? Did you two have a fight? She's just a teenager, she'll…"

"It's nothing like that!" she quickly said.

"Then what is it?"

"I-I caught her…"

"Doing what? Is she taking drugs!" he asked, his face tightening.

"No, no, not that I know of."

"It had better be something serious, I've got bad blood pressure already, and I can't handle this shit."

"I caught her…masturbating," she muttered.

"Is that all? Everybody does it, we can't expect her to stay our little girl forever." He took a sip of juice. "Silly bullshit," he muttered.

"It's not entirely that that bothers me," she paused, taking in a breath. "She said a girl's name, oh my god! What if she's gay!"

"She's not! Don't think such things!" He leaned against the counter. "That's impossible; she's a Lloyd -- godamnit! My daughter's not gay, she can't be!"

"Calm down, dear! What if I heard wrong? It's certainly possible, I was very tired and…"

"Yeah! Of course, that must be it." He took a seat at the table. "You know -- I'm feeling kind of, well, not good today. I think I'll take the day off and sleep a while longer."

"Good. You do that, dear."

It had been three days since the 'incident' and Rhonda was up in her room, tearing through her closet in pursuit of a stunning dress to wear to the party held at one of the most popular girls at school's house. She sighed in exasperation, beginning to give up when her mother knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in," Rhonda said with a sigh.

"Hi, dear, what are you doing up here? I kept hearing all this noise; I thought maybe someone had broken in." Her mother took a seat in a chair beside Rhonda's bed.

"Oh, well it was nothing. I was just looking through my closet for something to wear to the party." She said, avoiding her mother's gaze, which felt at that moment like it was burning a hole right through her.

"Oh, honey?"

"Huh? What mom, what's wrong?" she asked, turning to look at her mother with concern.

"Is there, something you want to tell me?" Her mother asked hesitantly, sweat forming on her brow.

Rhonda looked at her mother intently. "No, what did you think? You think I'm hiding something?" She asked defensively, her voice rising in tone.

"No, no. I was just wondering, you know, that day I came in here and… saw-"

"Mother! Why are you bringing that up? You think I don't feel sick enough!"

"I'm not saying that you don't feel embarrassed! What I wanted to ask was…"

"What! You wanted to ask what, mother?" She retorted.

Her mother looked at her, her eyes burning into hers. "When I came in I heard you say I girl's, well, name." She paused, rubbing her arm lightly. "Honey, are you…"

"Great! Just great! First you come into 'my' room without knocking, and now you're saying I'm gay!" Rhonda shouted, her fists clenched tightly at her sides.

"I didn't say anything, Rhonda! I was just wondering, isn't a mother allowed to wonder after they hear their daughter say a girl's name!" She got up from the chair. "Go to your party, okay?" her mother snapped. "I can't handle this right now."

"You can never handle anything, that's why all you do is bitch and drink," Rhonda muttered. Her mother flushed angrily and stormed out of the room. 'Good.'

Rhonda nearly tore off her clothes, slipping on a tight, short skirt and spaghetti strapped top. She put on some makeup, sighing to herself about what her mother had thought.

'How ridiculous? Me? Gay? Please, it was purely experimental, I'm young! Shit, why does she have to act like she's so pristine?'

Rhonda walked down the stairs in a large trench coat that covered most of her body. She said goodbye to her father, spying her mother take another bottle out of the fridge. 'Gee, mom, that's just…such a great example, huh?' she thought as she walked out the door.

Rhonda had to walk a few blocks to the bus stop, it being dark out always made her apprehensive, she always felt like if she stopped walking at any moment she would find herself in a strange man's grip.

She sighed in relief when she got to the bus stop; she stepped in and deposited a few coins onto the plate. She walked to the back of the bus, seeing that one of her friends was there. He was older, at least sixteen; his name was Sean. He had dark hair and aqua blue eyes, not to mention a handsome face that could make any girl sigh in admiration – especially when it was her they saw him with. He beckoned her to sit beside him and she did.

"Hi, what's up Sean?" she asked, her eyes looking him over, her eyes stopped at his groin. 'I bet he could put my dildo to shame,' she thought naughtily.

"Oh, nothing…You're going to that party – huh?" he gazed at her to notice that she was staring directly at his crotch. Feeling a bit embarrassed, he crossed his legs.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, no, I was just, hmm, you know…"

"No, I don't know. Do I make you feel uncomfortable?" She asked, leaning in a bit.

"Umm, yeah, actually."

"You know, Sean, I was caught doing something really, really naughty a couple nights ago…you wanna know what?" she said lustfully, trailing a finger down his chest to rest at his belt.

Sean was beginning to sweat – a lot. He could feel himself growing hard at her touch and he didn't know if he'd be able to hold on. "What happened?" he asked, taking in a sharp intake of breath when he felt her hand slip inside his zipper.

"Oh, all I did was take a big, hard, cock out of my dresser and slide it into my pussy, that's when my mom caught me…she freaked!" Rhonda stroked his cock, quickening her pace as she talked. "Can you imagine? I was so wet…and it felt so good," she emphasized. She held his hand in hers, guiding it under her skirt so that he could feel her obvious arousal for himself. He took over from there, he rubbed his fingers over her pussy lips, she spread her legs for him. He stroked his fingers over her slit, feeling them become slick with her juices. He slid one in, then another and began to pump her slowly, enjoying the way she rocked her hips over his hand.

As he slid his fingers in and out of her pussy, she could barely keep in her moans. She stroked his cock faster as he increased his speed on her; she bit her lip, feeling like she was about to burst.

"Stop!" she panted. "Fuck me, I want to feel you inside of me, I want you." He took the hint, and he withdrew his fingers. They walked to the back of the empty bus, out of the driver's site, he picked her up into his arms, placing her against the back of the seat. She straddled his hips and he slid into her, she gasped, almost having to cover her mouth to keep from screaming as his hardened cock pummeled her drenched cunt. She threw back her head, moaning and moving her hips in time with his thrust. The two lovers felt overwhelmed with pleasure, each thrust taking them to new heights. Rhonda's pussy clenched his cock as she came, he held her tightly in his arms, continuing to pound into her until he, too, reached his orgasm. He pulled out, his seed shooting onto the seat and onto Rhonda's thigh.

They panted heavily against each other, finally realizing that they had missed their stop.