Candace woke up, her legs and butt sore. She stood up. Ugh, she thought. What did I do yesterday to feel so...

Oh, she realized. Mom.

She stood up slowly, feeling her legs tense up as she stood. My legs feel like jelly, she thought. She went to go walk to the door, and felt her crotch rub against her underwear she groaned in pain.

"Man I'm sore. We really did it hard, didn't we?" She thought about how her Mom had been the day before. My Mom is some kind of sex cat from hell, thought Candace.

She walked outside her room, still in her underwear. Her brothers and dad were out, and her mom was... different now. Candace thought more about what they did yesterday. She felt her panties. It was making her wet.

"Candace!" Her mom called up the stairs to her. "I'm leaving!"

"Leaving? To do what?"

"I was called into work and I need to do some shopping."

Candace yawned. "Boring. Oh well, I'm sure I can find something to do."

The doorbell rang.

"Oh," Linda chuckled. "That reminds me. I took the liberty of inviting Stacy over to keep you company."

"Oh that's cool, you just saved me the trouble of having to call her myself."

"Alright," Linda grabbed her keys from off the chain. "I'm off. Oh, and Candace..."

"Yeah mom?"

"If you're going to invite any boys over, make sure you use protection. I have condoms in my bedside table upstairs."

Candace blushed bright red. "Mom!"

Linda giggled. "Cya later, Candace." Almost as soon as he mom had left, she heard the doorbell chime.

"Coming, Stacy!" Candace called. She was still just wearing a t-shirt and panties, but it was stacy. She wouldn't care.

She flung open the door, Stacy standing there, frowning. "You couldn't have gotten dressed?"

Candace shrugged. They walked in together, and headed up the stairs. They headed into Candace's room, putting on some poppy boy band music.

They danced around for a bit, singing along to the music. Then they checked both of their Facebook's and looked for any cute boys who might've tried to friend them. Stacy sighed.

"You ever get tired of boys, Candace?"

Candace blushed a little again, thinking of what had happened the other day. She remembered herself, and shrugged. "What makes you say that?"

"Well you know that lesbian girls from school? Maria and Sandra?"

"Yeah?"

"Well I saw them making out the other day, and well it kind of... turned me on. More than a guy ever had. I just thought maybe that was a sign, you know, that I might like girls?" Stacy turned towards Candace, putting her hand on her knee.

She's trying to make a move on me, Candace thought. First my mom, now Stacy?

She shifted uncomfortably away from Stacy, but Stacy pushed towards her, her hand going up her skirt.

"STACY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Candace squealed, trying to get away as Stacy pushed her hands up her skirt, still farther.

"Oh no you don't. I've wanted to do this for a long time." She pulled her hand out from under her skirt, using both of her hands to push Candace onto the floor. She flew backwards with a thump.

"Ow!" Candace squeaked.

Stacy grabbed the hem of Candace's shirt, and ripped it in half, straight down the middle.