Okay, still not an M. When we left off, Lindsay had told Angelique to talk to Courtney. So what will she do?

Calculus was the last lesson that same day. Angelique spent most of her afternoon daydreaming about Lindsay, and thinking about what she was going to say to Courtney. 'Lindsay told me you wanted me to join you and her in a threesome?' 'Hey, Lindsay felt me up in a stall this afternoon and then told me to speak to you about it'? Everything she thought of sounded stupid.

She settled on trying to signal to Courtney across the room whenever the brunette looked up. As she did, she couldn't help noticing things that she'd never noticed on a girl before. Like Courtney's luscious brown skin, and her soulful dark eyes. Those cute freckles across her nose, and that curvy, athletic bod. Angelique even noticed how firm Courtney's butt was (that had to be her best feature), and how she had average but perfectly round boobs.

But she despaired of getting her message across. Courtney had caught her eye a couple of times, but hadn't showed any reaction to it, seemingly not even knowing why Angelique was staring at her. She'd given up hope, but then Courtney cornered her after class.

"Hey, Angelique." she said in a sweetly seductive voice. "So, Lindsay tells me you and her had some 'fun' at lunchtime."

"Y-yes." Angelique stammered, starting to blush again.

"Hey, don't look so embarrassed. Lindsay really enjoyed it, and no one else was there." Courtney said sweetly, reaching down to rub over Angelique's clothed left boob.

"Courtney, people are passing!" the petite girl hissed.

"So? No one's looking at us." Courtney said nonchalantly – besides, she thought to herself, she had pressed the shy girl against the wall, and was covering her so that no one would see her hand was on Angelique's G-cups. "Anyway, I'm sure Lindsay told you what I want. And she tells me that you want the same thing." She continued to rub, and the smaller girl gave into the pleasure the brunette was giving her, sighing and just concentrating on it.

"You like that?" Courtney chuckled.

"Y-yeah..." Angelique managed to get out.

Courtney let go of her. "All right. If you want any more of it, come to my house after class tomorrow, all right?"

"Where do you live?" Angelique asked.

Courtney gave her the address, and left. The girl with the blue-streaked hair was, once again, stunned. Three hours ago, she'd just been a weird girl at the school – friendless, shy, undesirable...and now two girls were interested in her, one of who had kissed her enough to spark a desire in her, one that engulfed her and made her want nothing more than to be pinned down and touched all over by that same girl and her massive mammaries. And the other girl had touched her and invited her over...no doubt to do even more to her.

Angelique couldn't help it. She spent the whole evening unable to focus on homework, thinking about Lindsay and Courtney. Although she couldn't deny that it was Lindsay she really liked, Courtney had somehow made her even more desperate to get with one of them, to let them strip her down and use her however they pleased. She imagined herself helplessly lying on...it didn't matter what, a floor, a bed...being ravaged by the blonde and the brunette. Before long, she was trying hard to replicate that touching the other girls had done, to get those feelings again. But no matter how hard she tried, nothing she could do alone could replicate the electricity Lindsay, and then Courtney, had sparked within her. It was too hot for her to ignore. Up until then, she'd only ever thought about boys. But now, all her thoughts were on the two girls.

That feeling didn't leave Angelique the next day. Her dreams, thankfully, had been about jetskiing across a swimming pool and the jetskis still working when she hit the concrete and slicing through it, but the minute she woke up, her first thought was "Courtney and Lindsay are going to do things to me this afternoon! I can't wait to let them play with me!"

Angelique's teachers noticed her dreaminess. She'd never paid less attention in their classes than she did that day. When they were put in pairs to discuss a book in English, her partner, a redhead who was almost as shy as her, asked her if she was all right.

"I'm fine..." Angelique told her, "Just a bit...distracted...stayed up really late last night." Well, it was true. She'd stayed up late trying (and failing) to find her release. Eventually, she'd had to give up and try to sleep while totally unsatisfied.

Finally, the end of classes came, and the final bell rang. Angelique felt as if a belt that had been too tight for her had suddenly loosened. It wasn't enough, but it felt better. She was still nervous about going to Courtney's, but she wanted to go.

Except...she suddenly realized that she'd have to walk. She didn't know which bus to take to Courtney's neighbourhood, let alone her street, and she didn't have a car...

"Angel, over here!" Angelique heard the call. It was Lindsay smiling at her. The grey-eyed girl obediently came over to where Lindsay was standing with her car.

"Mistress Courtney said you might need a ride, so I said I'd bring you over." the blonde said as Angelique got in. "She knows you don't have a car."

Angelique frowned. "Mistress Courtney?"

"Crap." muttered Lindsay. "I wasn't supposed to call her that yet. Just forget that part...anyway, we are going to have, like, so much fun this afternoon! Courtney already told me her plans." She studied Angelique again and said "You're nervous, aren't you? You don't have to be. This is going to be, like, so awesome! You're gonna love it! And I'm going to love it too..." Although Lindsay was driving by this time, she stopped at a traffic light and took the opportunity to kiss Angelique's cheek, making her sure of her decision again. Yes, she wanted this. And she didn't yet know how much she would grow to want it, even more than she did now.

Again, if you haven't read the story, Courtney's sex drive may seem a little bit out of place, but I swear, that's how I interpreted her in the story. Don't forget, Angelique's own hormones are going insane because she's never had any sexual attention before that. She's not a slut – just excited. Well, okay, her hormones sort of make her a slut, but if you were starved for any kind of affection...yeah. Also, this will be an M when I put the next chapter up.