Sue and Carrie play a dangerous game while Chris plans some revenge on their gym teacher. Strong sexual content! Please review!

Sue hung out in the library with Carrie during free period, Carrie was hungry for more content and what better place than the internet? Margaret would never let her use such a sinful thing, to her that was all people did on it, the only reason it was invented. They just needed to be sneaky and look way in back where nobody could see. Sue matched Carrie's enthusiasm, which was growing on her every day, the excitement in her eyes seeing a beautiful pair of knockers no matter how big or fake they might be. Carrie loved all the boobs she saw and most likely the girls too, Sue liked asking what score she would give them out of ten, though Carrie would almost always give them a 10.

"What about Miss Desjardin?"

"A 15," Carrie said.

They walked over to the field where Rita was teaching another gym class and noticed she was not wearing a bra that day; it almost could've been a trick of the light but Carrie recognized how they bounced, how they jiggled without any support.

"I bet it snapped", Carrie smiled.

"I wonder where she threw it out," Sue snickered, teasing Carrie, knowing she would probably take it if she could, "What would you ever do if you saw her boobs?"

Carrie smiled and closed her eyes, visualizing it, "If I could do one thing before I die that would be it."

Sue chuckled, "Me too."

"Sue?"

"Yes?"

"If you could would you squeeze them both as hard as you could?"

Sue saw how red she was getting just asking such a thing, "Maybe not too hard but I would. I'd do anything to get my hands on them. I'd squeeze them together to see how much they bulge."

"Met too. I wonder what they feel like."

"Soft. Softer than anything," Sue said, biting her lip mischievously.

"Would you kiss them?" Carrie asked, hiding behind her hair, looking even more adorable.

"I'd suck on them. I'd kiss them...," Sue imagined, thinking how heavenly that would be, "I'd French them."

"If they were in your face would you go like this?" Carrie closed her eyes and pretended to lick Rita's boobs up and down and all around like giant scoops of ice cream.

Sue's laugh almost knocked her over, she showed Carrie a move she would do, rubbing her face between them and making a noise, "That's called a motorboat."

"The sound?"

"Just the act when you push your face between a woman's breasts and move your head back and forth. I guess the noise makes it that too. All the boys know that one. Tommy for sure."

"Well I'd do the motor boat to Miss Desjardin," Carrie smiled, showing off her white pearls. Sue gave her a playful push. Miss Desjardin saw the two standing by the bleachers watching her and was getting suspicious. She watched them move on back to the school. Sue laughing and carrying on with the shy and timid girl was precular. Rita knew when Sue and Chris were together in class they would be up to no good. She didn't think Sue was stuck up and she seemed like a nice enough person and wanted to believe she was befriending Carrie instead of planning something.

"Want to go to the mall?" Sue asked Carrie as they went to the front of the building, "It's ok if I miss cheer practice today."

Carrie clutched the strap of her backpack and hung her head, her voice shifted, "I can't."

A beat up station wagon pulled up, Sue could see the glaring eyes staring back at her from behind the windshield. Margaret White was not pleased seeing Carrie with some 'harlot' or 'jezebel' as she'd call her. Carrie didn't say anything else to Sue, she pretended she was a stranger just to spare her from her mother's wrath. Sue didn't tremble even when those cold eyes got closer as she U-turned; Sue watched her new friend leave with that wicked woman. Carrie didn't show up the rest of the week making Sue worried, everyday during practice she expected to see the shy messy blonde to be watching her from under the bleachers.

"Focus, Snell!" Her coach shouted when she failed at a move she did more than a hundred times before, a basic cartwheel of all things. She spent her nights lying in bed wondering what she could do, if Margaret White was abusing Carrie what could she do? Carrie was 18, she could do whatever she wanted but maybe she felt like she couldn't. Sue didn't know where Carrie lived but that didn't stop her from snooping around. It was hard getting anything out of the middle aged woman working the front desk, she had to wait when she went on break to look up Carrie's file.

"Did you two fuck?" Chris ungraciously asked as Sue was eating a bowl of noodles; not exactly cafeteria conversation, "I bet you did. I bet you let her eat you out."

Sue rolled her eyes, "I'm worried about her."

"She's a loser."

"She did your homework."

"It was too good, Mr Blake knew I didn't do it."

"Poor you."

"Whatever."

"Do you like Carrie?"

"Not my type."

Sue was stuck on her thoughts of a lonely Carrie and a lonely Carrie without boobs, "Maybe she's mine."

Chris had to laugh, "You're no lesbian, Snell."

"How do you know?" Sue snapped, "Just a moment ago you were joking about it."

"Exactly. I was just messing with you, jeez! Come on star cheerleader. Star cheerleader with the world's biggest loser."

Sue wanted confess her feelings about boobs being the same as Carrie's but held back, not wanting to let Chris get to her for the millionth time.

"You watching the new season?"

"New season of what?"

Chris looked at her like she said the most offensive thing in the world. Of course the new season of that stalker show just dropped, spending so much time with Carrie made her forget. Chris might've made another snide comment but Sue didn't pay enough attention to care.

Sue watched the her stalker show in bed, she wanted to go check up on Carrie but when she looked up the address she realized how bad of a neighborhood she lived in. She wasn't concentrated to the plot of the show but found a lot of stimulation in watching the stalker dressed all in black sneak into the unsuspecting woman's bedroom and watching her sleep. One episode got dangerous when he tied her up to the bed and blind folded her.

"What if it was Carrie?"

Sue scared herself with these thoughts but it was exciting. Carrie would be the best stalker.

"She would touch my boobs," Sue thought to herself with a smile, "Where else could I get her to touch me? Is she only a boob-girl?"

Thoughts of these fantasies caused Sue to touch herself in her sleep, imagining Carrie touching and kissing her all over. She hardly ever did this but she did need release, no such thing as Miss Perfect.

Margaret made it unclear when Carrie could return to school. After she caught her standing outside with Sue that day she locked her in the closet as soon as they got home.

"Pray, little girl! You pray!"

"I don't know her, Mamma! I swear!"

"LIAR!"

when she was let out some time the next day, Carrie was forced to do whatever chores Margaret left for her to do. She stopped asking her mother when she would be allowed back to school it looked like she would never see Sue or Miss Desjardin again.

During this time she noticed more and more how she was able to move things without having to touch them, something she thought she imagined when it first happened several weeks ago. She knew that if Margaret ever found out she could do this she would lock her up forever. Lying awake in bed one night, Carrie swore she heard something hit her window. She looked outside and saw what looked like Sue in a dark hoodie shove something into her mailbox and drive off into the night. Carrie acted fast, careful not to make a noise as she went downstairs and crept outside in her bare feet. It was an envelope with Sue's handwriting alright; Carrie would've expected old Playboys Sue said promised to get her; Sue's old man had quite the collection.

Carrie took it back up to her bedroom and opened it, cautious about what she might find.

Dear Carrie,

I hope you're alright. I'm sorry I have to be careful right now. Maybe I'll mail you some pictures next time. If you can't leave home I'll understand. If you want to talk to me you can. I'll be back again next week I promise. I was wondering if maybe you would like to play a game. Before I tell you what kind I need you to promise you won't tell anyone. OK? Good. This game is only because we're friends and I would never play this with anyone else. I want you to come to my house if you can late at night maybe starting tomorrow. I want you to watch me as I sleep without waking me up. If I wake up and see you that means you lose. We'll do best two out of three. The second night I want you in my room. You can touch my boobs if you'd like. You can touch me anywhere just be careful not to wake me. On the third night I want you to tie me and blindfold me. Just make sure that before you leave to untie me because I don't want to freak out my parents XD. Come through my bedroom window. I have blue curtains. There's a ladder.

I hope you can play. I'll see you soon.

Your friend,

Sue

Carrie read the letter over again and again. Her heart was racing. Sue really was a true friend and she was going to let her touch her boobs. She knew she had to be careful of Margaret finding the letter, she needed to keep it with Sue's address written down on it. She hid it in her backpack and once she sat down on the bed she found she did not feel the stiff mattress, she gasped when she saw she was six inches off the bed. Immediately she fell back down; this ability was going to come in handy later she just knew it.

"CARRIE?"

"I...I just went to the bathroom, Mamma!"

"KEEP IT DOWN."

Sue wasn't sure if Carrie was going to do it. Maybe she didn't check her mailbox, maybe her mother found it and hit her, thinking she had a disgusting pen pal. She might've made her home life even more unbearable. Sue slept the next night with thoughts of cheer practice and seeing Carrie walk up to her as she was stretching, she didn't say anything she kissed her in front of everyone and nobody stopped it. Sue woke up with a start. Someone was there! She was on her side with her back to her window. Carrie was there she knew it. Of course that meant Carrie lost but technically she didn't see her so it didn't count. She could feel her standing at the end of the bed, her breathing could practically be heard. She was good not making any noise but she could feel a chill from the open window. She was half awake now, it seemed like Carrie was leaving, probably seeing Sue stir slightly was her cue.

The next night Sue knew things were going to be even more exciting. She wondered how Carrie was going to do it, how she would feel her and not wake her. Even if she was to be awake during this she wanted to just lie back and enjoy the ride. It was hard to get to sleep, Sue kept turning over and looking out the window in anticipation. It was past midnight and no sign of her. Sue closed her eyes and lied on her back, every little noise erking her. She heard the ladder. It was time. She hid her smile and remained perfectly still. The chill from the window was making her nipples erect. Carrie was a little careless with making noise this time, thumping across the carpet floor. For more than a minute Sue could feel her looking down at her. Maybe she was afraid. Sue struggled to slow down her breathing; it hit her that Carrie was probably watching her boobs. In her see through white top she could defiantly see her nipples and her heavy breathing was making her chest rise and deflate quickly.

Finally, Carrie touched her, she lifted her shirt and poked her stomach, she could probably see the abs she was getting. Next she lifted the shirt up to her chin so she could see her bare breasts. Her fingers fondled her pink nipples and squeezed gently. Sue knew Carrie was smiling, she was glad she could do that for her. Sue let out a soft gasp when she felt Carrie's rough hands squeezed her breasts together. Sue did her best to keep her eyes closed, enjoying the other girl's touch. She didn't realize just how good it would feel and Carrie was so good at massaging them. She felt one of her nipples gets slapped, it was weird but she kind of liked it. She felt Carrie's warm pouting lips on her, they trailed from her breasts down to her stomach. Chances were she was no going to go too low but it was so amazing what she was even doing maybe she would surprise her. Carrie felt her legs and put her fingers through Sue's hair. The most shocking was when Sue got flipped on her stomach but she didn't feel Carrie touching her. Sue felt her PJ bottoms get pulled down. Maybe Carrie was more than a 'Boob Girl'. Carrie kissed Sue's bare back and led a new trail to her bare behind. She kissed both of her cheeks and stuck her finger in the crack. Carrie ended it with a kiss on Sue's ear. When Sue opened her eyes Carrie was gone and a light breeze moved her blue curtains.

The third night Sue knew everything was going to be perfect. She knew she should have asked for more but she would be back next week she knew it. By next week she could have her lick whipped cream off her or just about anything. Sue went to bed early and actually fell asleep, she was almost worried that Carrie would wake her up. She left rope by the window, nothing too thick and a blindfold she shouldn't be able to see anything once on. When she came to it was obvious that she was quite the heavy sleeper. She felt that her wrists were restrained, to the bed post most likely along with her ankles. They were tight, Carrie was very good at that, her blindfold was on snug and she couldn't hear a thing. She felt Carrie's lips on hers. It was quick but it was very sincere. She felt Carrie get on top of her, she felt her hands squeeze her bare legs; why did she get the sense she was going to be tickled? Carrie's hands slid up her body. Somehow her touch was more intense than last night, more erotic, more dangerous. Sue felt a switch had been flicked as her body started to vibrate. She didn't even feel her mattress anymore it was like she was floating. She started to laugh, ruining the moment, Carrie might panic and run. Sue's blindfold came off and she yelped when she saw that her celling light was close to touching her face. Her body dropped back down on the mattress and bounced, she didn't even notice she was untied until she saw the ropes curled on the floor. Carrie was nowhere in sight. No way Carrie could lift her like that.

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