Though she would never openly admit it, Lola was incredibly perverted. She spent a good chunk of the school day taking notice of all the cutest boys and imagining what they might do to her if they had the chance. Sometimes, her imagination would make her so wet she'd want to strip down and play with herself right in the middle of class.

But even just rubbing her pussy lightly from outside her tight jeans would be reputation suicide. Lola was the popular girl; the shining example every other student aspired to. The idea that her mind spent more time on dicks than on clothing or makeup was simply unacceptable. Besides, everyone knew only boys wanted to have lots of sex. Girls were expected to play hard-to-get, to make guys work for some action.

So Lola kept her cool for six hours every weekday, squirming in her seat as she felt her panties become damper every time a boys' ass caught her eye. Even a bathroom stall was no safe haven, as she always entered the girls' room with a three-person entourage at the very least.

But as soon as she got home, Lola went wild. She was locked in her bedroom and completely naked within a minute, covering her sheets in juices as she brought herself to orgasm no fewer than three terms per session. And even then, her fingers weren't enough. She was thankful for her mom's generosity as her credit card statement was filled with various "intimate" products she had ordered online. After all, she couldn't risk a local shopping trip where classmates could spot her.

Lola's most favorite fantasy by far was imagining getting gangbanged by all of the cutest guys in each of her classes; the more dicks the better. Sometimes she'd find herself fantasizing about three guys filling each of her holes on top of the teacher's desk, her shocked yet aroused classmates glued to their seats as they gawked at the scandalous performance.

It was on the same Saturday morning that Ramona had heard Jackson moan her name that Lola found herself cumming from one of those classroom foursome fantasies, her thighs and sheets soaked with juices from the early morning fingering session. As she rose from her bed and prepared to wipe off her sweat, she sighed disappointedly. "If only that could really happen..." she thought to herself. "What would the other girls think if they knew how much I want this…?" The horny girl presses her hand against her sensitive pussy lips one more time.

There was one girl Lola knew wouldn't be disgusted though: Ramona. Before Ramona moved to their junior high a week in, Lola assumed she was the only perverted girl in the entire eighth grade. But then Lola suggested the topic for their research project without even a hint of embarrassment: studying their male classmate's masturbation habits.

The Asian teen had to admit Jackson was pretty cute. He could be self-centered and generally annoying, and she had only ever fantasized about him alongside other more desirable guys, but the video and audio she and Ramona had collected, along with his adorable reactions when she rubbed herself up against him made Lola want him more than any other guy. While she may have been sucking on Bobby Popko and feeling the fat dick of the football team's quarterback in her butt during her fantasy, it was Jackson's blushing face looking down at her as she held her tight and filled up her pussy right as she finished herself off.

Ramona's phone call shortly afterward only made Lola wetter.

"Yeah, he was only a couple of feet away moaning my name!"

Lola squeezed her legs against her hand as she couldn't help but rub herself while picturing Ramona's recollection. "G-go on…"

Ramona giggled on the other end of the line. "Jeeze, if I didn't know better I'd think you were just as wet as me…"

Lola sighed. "Y-yeah right!" As perverted as her new friend was, Lola still hadn't worked up the nerve to reveal her own sexuality to Ramona. Though she was quite thankful for the opportunities to rub herself up against Jackson all day, as far as Ramona knew, it was just part of the project. Lola was only doing her friend a favor by furthering their research.

For now, she was content viewing the secret video footage of the Fuller teen stroking himself, then touching herself to the memories once she was safely alone at home. But she'd tell Ramona eventually. At least, if she could find the courage…

"Anyways, I came right afterward!" Ramona continued. "It was the hardest I think I've ever done it…" Though she couldn't see her friend, Lola knew Ramona must be just as wet thinking about the scene.

The Latina caught herself getting lost in her own arousal and remembered what she was planning. "So I was thinking of new ways to tease him, and I remembered that new bikini you bought."

Lola blushed. She had bought a very skimpy string bikini on a shopping trip afterschool the day she and Ramona first hung out. She hadn't really intended on wearing it, but some of the other popular girls had admired it and suggested Lola buy it. She didn't want to wimp out of the purchase and so she put it on her mom's credit card and tried it on in the dressing room.

She blushed as she looked over at it hanging in her closet. "Wh-what about it?"

Her friend giggled on the other end. "I thought the three of us could take a nice trip down to the beach and see what Jackson does when he's faced with two cute girls in bikinis."

"A-alright, I'll just need to take a shower and then I'll come over." While Lola was certainly soaked in sweat and smelling of sex, she could also use the time to mentally prepare herself for parading half naked in front of Jackson and anyone else at the beach.

"No way!" Ramona responded. "Jackson's already super flustered, and I want to take advantage of that as soon as possible!"

Lola could not possibly blush any harder, knowing that her crush would be able to smell the telltale scent of arousal on her if she didn't bathe. "O-okay…"

Ramona giggled. "One more thing: don't put on your suit yet. We'll change at the beach."

This just confused Lola. "But it's super hot today. The beach will be so crowded and we'll never be able to find three free stalls to change in!"

Her friend's giggle almost sounded sinister this time. "That's the idea…"

Back at the Fuller-Gibbler residence, Ramona was only just covering herself up with the smallest towel she could get away with. She stepped out of the bathroom and headed downstairs, her pussy still dripping and aching to be touched again. "No time for that," she thought. "It'll feel even better if I hold out until we get to the beach."

Jackson had taken up his usual Saturday morning spot lying on the couch, watching TV. It was an incredibly hot day, so he figured he could get away with lounging around the house in his t-shirt and boxer shorts. He had only just calmed down from the incident in the bathroom when he heard Ramona descending the stairs, and turned to get an eyeful of her barely concealed body. His eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as he stared at her budding teenage cleavage, the white towel hardly reaching high enough to hide her nipples. Her bottom half was no less enticing, her thighs still shiny with what he guessed wasn't just water. A little bit of her ass was revealed every time she took a step, the knowledge that her engorged pussy lips were just barely out of sight possibly driving him even crazier than if he could see them out in the open.

Ramona had to force a scowl to hide how excited she was by Jackson's sudden roll onto his stomach to hide an incredibly obvious bulge. If Max weren't just upstairs, she might have jumped the Fuller teen right then and there, but she managed to keep her cool. "Jackson, you're not busy today, are you?"

Jackson tried to act nonchalant, pretending like he hadn't even noticed her until she spoke. "N-no, why do you ask?" He wasn't a very good actor.

Ramona sarcastically rolled her eyes. "Well since it's so hot, I figured we could spend the day at the beach. I just picked up a new bikini while I was shopping with my new friends the other day."

Jackson could feel himself growing to full length as it became very uncomfortable to lie on his stomach. "Just what I need… As soon as Lola is all over me, Ramona's filling my head with fantasies about her instead." Not that he was really complaining. A sexy teenage girl is a sexy teenage girl.

"When do you want to leave?"

Ramona smirked. "Well I figured as soon as-" There was a knock at the door.

"What timing," the Latina thought. Now she had another lewd idea. "Well, are you gonna get that?"

Jackson scowled. "Without any pants on?"

Ramona faked a scandalized reaction. "And you'd have me answer the door naked instead? You're such a perv!"

The Fuller boy grumbled and reluctantly rose to his feet, trying to keep his boner out of Ramona's sight by sidling toward the door, one hand covering his crotch. "Hopefully it's just a package or something…"

Meanwhile, even a view from the back was turning Ramona on. It certainly wasn't the first time Ramona had seen Jackson in his underwear. Whenever the temperature broke 80 degrees he'd swear off pants or shorts inside the house. But before today Ramona simply thought of him as a slob for lying around in his undies.

Now she was realizing what a double standard the idea was. She'd kill to see a cute guy in his boxer shorts, and here Jackson was giving her a free show throughout the warm months. She could swear they were tighter than any pair she had seen him in before, based on how defined his butt looked. Maybe it was just her arousal messing with her head. On the other hand, maybe it was his six-incher stretching the material in the opposite direction that was making the plaid shorts hug his ass.

And so Jackson opened the door with one hand cupping his junk, doing a horrible job of hiding his erection, only to find a sweaty and lightly-dressed Lola on the doorstep.

The Asian teen was wearing a bright pink spaghetti strap top and a pair of criminally short jean shorts. She was just about to say hello when she spotted his lack of pants and impressive tent and the words caught in her throat. She stuttered a bit as time seemed to freeze for both of the teens, then Jackson spun around on the spot, deciding it was better to let Ramona see his embarrassment than to keep giving the girl of his dreams a show.

"R-Ramona's right over there. I-I'll be upstairs if you need anything!" The boy was bright red as he retreated toward his bedroom, not even bothering to look back to see if Lola was listening. The only word in his mind was "Retreat!"

The Gibbler girl stopped him on the way up. "Now hold on, Jackson. I was just about to tell you that Lola is going to the beach with us. So go get your trunks and we'll leave as soon as I'm dressed."

Normally, Jackson would have realized he had been set up when Ramona had him answer the door, but with all the blood rushing out of his head and the complete embarrassment he had just been through, he wasn't thinking clearly enough to be anything but agreeable. "Y-yeah…" he said as he pushed past Ramona and entered his bedroom.

Unfortunately, Jackson wouldn't find any more relief before they left. Ramona headed right back into the bathroom to get herself ready and the Fuller teen couldn't think of a good excuse to kick Max out of their bedroom to get some privacy.

The day was only getting worse as he couldn't seem to find his swim trunks. "Max, do you know where my trunks are, the ones with the flames?"

Jackson's little brother rolled his eyes. "Holy chalupas, Jackson! Did you forget all about how you destroyed them doing that awesome trick on Bobby Popko's mega water slide?!"

Jackson had indeed forgotten. During the summer, his best friend Bobby had set up a makeshift daredevil challenge by taping together three separate inflatable water slides and covering them in spikes along the twists and turns. Though Jackson was proud to say he made it all the way to the end, he had unfortunately torn up his swim trunks quite a bit along the way. His mom had been nagging him to go shopping with her and pick out a new pair for weeks, but he hated shopping and kept giving her excuses.

The teen swallowed deeply as he realized he'd have to buy a pair from the small shop on the beach, and on a day as hot as today, they probably wouldn't have much of a selection. He reluctantly pulled on a pair of cargo shorts and returned to the living room, his erection only just beginning to subside.

Downstairs, he found Ramona had put on an outfit nearly identical to her best friend's, with a white top and a thin black vest over it. He noticed the material stuck to her still damp skin, and he realized that without the vest, he'd surely be able to see her nipples through the white material.

"Why aren't you in your bathing suit," Jackson asked.

Ramona rolled her eyes. "Lola has to change into hers and she doesn't want to go into those changing rooms alone, so I figured what's the point in doing it now?" She smirked. "What about you? Those don't look like trunks."

Jackson sighed. "I completely forgot I don't have any right now. I'll have to buy some when we get there." He groaned as the three stepped out the door and he really felt the heat. "Ugh, on a day like today we're going to have to wait forever for three changing room stalls."

Ramona smiled as her plan was starting off perfectly. "Who said anything about finding three stalls?"