 Sylvia shuddered as teenhitchihker she saw the boy looking at teenhitchihkerdamples her. It wasn't that she was teenhitchihkerdamples unused damples to being looked teenhitchihker at teenhitchihkerdamples; her trim teenhitchihkerdamples figure and long blond hair had attracted plenty of pleasant attention over the last few years. It was the way he was looking at her... as though teenhitchihker he was inspecting her like a piece of meat. Not that that hadn't happened to her before, either; but previously only lecherous old men sitting on park teenhitchihker benches or standing at street corners had stared at her body so brazenly. Never a boy teenhitchihker of teenhitchihker... fourteen? fifteen at most... in the middle of a crowded school hallway. Nervously, she teenhitchihker made eye contact with him teenhitchihker; that teenhitchihker was usually enough to scare off a hormone-charged teenhitchihker dweeb. But teenhitchihker the boy didn't flinch; he damples just met image her gaze and slowly teenhitchihker smiled.
 Sheepishly, Sylvia broke eye contact and turned back to teenhitchihker her locker, pulling out textbooks for the evening's homework teenhitchihker as she teenhitchihker tried to put the creepy teenhitchihker boy out of teenhitchihkerdamples her mind. Back at home, the episode wouldn't have bothered her teenhitchihkerdamples. But that wasn't home anymore, she reminded herself. This was supposed to be home now; her teenhitchihker new hometown, her new school. She'd been here a week now, and it didn't feel teenhitchihker like home yet. Sylvia glanced at the picture she'd taped to the inside image of her teenhitchihkerdamples locker; her friends back at her old school... back teenhitchihker home. She hadn't made a single friend here yet teenhitchihkerdamples.
 Sylvia blinked. "You teenhitchihker're kidding. Really?"
 He smiled teenhitchihker briefly before going back to making his sandwich. "Oh image, Tiffany," he said casually, "stop by my room before you leave."
 The blonde smiled teenhitchihker at his words teenhitchihkerdamples. "Yes teenhitchihker, Alex" she purred. "Come on, honey," she said teenhitchihker, returning her attention to Sylvia. Too confused to do anything else, Sylvia followed her down the hall. What the hell was that teenhitchihker?
 "Well, everyone's here, so let's get started," Katrina teenhitchihkerdamples announced. Sylvia looked over at the easy chair. Katrina was wearing teenhitchihkerdamples a pair of tight, skimpy lycra shorts and teenhitchihkerdamples a teenhitchihker cut teenhitchihker-off T teenhitchihker-shirt that teenhitchihker barely covered her chest. Her boobs, though somewhat flattened by Kim's teenhitchihker head, still looked quite proud teenhitchihker under the shirt, and shifted noticeably as the redhead picked up the remote and turned on the TV. The teenhitchihker lights in the room dimmed as the television teenhitchihker sprung to life. Neat effect, Sylvia teenhitchihker thought.
 It was only five minutes later that Sylvia became aware of a creaking sound coming from the ceiling above her. She looked up, her brow teenhitchihkerdamples furrowing in teenhitchihker puzzlement. The creaking had a regular rhythm to it, perhaps one beat teenhitchihker per damples second teenhitchihker. "Uh... Katrina?" she asked. "What's above us?"
 Suddenly, Sylvia teenhitchihkerdamples realized what was so strange about the teenhitchihkerdamples show. "Katrina?"
 "There are no commercials teenhitchihker."
 Half damples an hour later, during a lull in the onscreen action teenhitchihkerdamples, Sylvia realized that someone teenhitchihker was teenhitchihker pressed up against her left arm. She looked over to see Maria snuggled teenhitchihker up against her. The image pretty Hispanic girl was gazing rapturously at the teenhitchihker TV, and seemed unaware that she was resting on Sylvia. Well, no big deal, the blonde thought. If it teenhitchihker means she's accepting me as part of the group, I'll put up with it. She squirmed a bit, returning teenhitchihker her attention teenhitchihker to the show.
 "Let teenhitchihkerdamples Donna teenhitchihker entertain us with her teenhitchihker tongue?" someone teenhitchihker asked, drawing a flurry teenhitchihkerdamples of laughter from teenhitchihker the damples group. Sylvia looked over at the love seat teenhitchihker, where teenhitchihker the Mediterranean teenhitchihkerdamples beauty had extended her rather long tongue and was wiggling it playfully.
 "No," Katrina chuckled, "We can teenhitchihker go into teenhitchihkerdamples my mom teenhitchihker's bedroom and try on teenhitchihker some of her clothes teenhitchihker!"
 An array of transparent garment bags hung on teenhitchihker the closet racks, and the girls teenhitchihkerdamples surged forward and began sifting through them. Each bag had a teenhitchihker white label attached to the front. "Cheerleader" read teenhitchihkerdamples one -- Sylvia could see a multicolored teenhitchihkerdamples vest teenhitchihker and skirt inside, and teenhitchihker a pair of teenhitchihker pom-poms. Another one, labeled teenhitchihkerdamples "Lifeguard" contained a tiny swimming suit, some teenhitchihker sort teenhitchihker of flotation device, and a teenhitchihker big silver whistle.
 "Sylvia, could you help me with this?" Maria asked teenhitchihkerdamples. Startled, Sylvia teenhitchihker turned to see the gorgeous Hispanic girl struggling into teenhitchihker a pair teenhitchihker of cutoff denim shorts. Aside from that, Maria teenhitchihker was nude. Sylvia looked in wonder at damples her new friend's teenhitchihkerdamples shapely body. Smooth teenhitchihker skin... taut stomach... full, firm teenhitchihker breasts... dark , round areolae...
 "The problem is in teenhitchihker back," Maria continued. "I'm having trouble getting them up teenhitchihker over teenhitchihkerdamples my teenhitchihker ass." She turned around helpfully, giving Sylvia a damples good look at the round globes teenhitchihkerdamples of Maria's backside. "Just teenhitchihkerdamples pull them up, okay?"
 Swallowing, Sylvia pulled her teenhitchihker T teenhitchihker-shirt off and began unzipping damples her jeans. It was silly to be nervous about teenhitchihker this -- she'd been naked around other girls plenty of times before. But she'd never been this... excited teenhitchihker before. The thought of dressing up teenhitchihkerdamples in teenhitchihker these sexy clothes was, quite frankly, arousing. For the first teenhitchihker time, Sylvia had realized what a hot teenhitchihkerdamples babe she was teenhitchihkerdamples, and she wanted to teenhitchihkerdamples show her luscious, sexy body off.
 Her work complete, Sylvia got up from the makeup table. She caught sight of Maria standing in front of the mirrored doors teenhitchihker of the closet teenhitchihker. The Hispanic girl was teenhitchihkerdamples now fully dressed teenhitchihker as an auto mechanic. In teenhitchihkerdamples addition to teenhitchihker the tight denim shorts, she sported an oversized sleeveless white teenhitchihkerdamples T-shirt. The shirt teenhitchihkerdamples was cut off raggedly teenhitchihker above her stomach and teenhitchihker featured several teenhitchihkerdamples large rips, through which teenhitchihker pleasant portions of Maria were visible. She wore image tight black high-heeled boots teenhitchihker on her feet, and her shiny black hair flowed out from underneath a red baseball cap.
 "Alex."
 "All right, all right teenhitchihker," Alex teenhitchihker said teenhitchihker, smiling good-naturedly. "Let's teenhitchihker see what you have for me, girls." The girls immediately began posing teenhitchihker and preening as Alex started snapping pictures. He focused his image attention on Donna first. The stunning Italian teenhitchihker girl appeared to be dressed as a teacher. A tight teenhitchihkerdamples white blouse clung teenhitchihker to her torso, with several buttons open down the front, allowing a nice view of her cleavage. The blue skirt was cut obscenely short, and as the image brunette pranced around on the teenhitchihker black teenhitchihker high heels, various parts of her ass popped in and out of damples view. A pair of wire -rimmed glasses and a long stick completed the ensemble. "What do you teach, Donna damples?" Alex asked image as he snapped picture damples after picture.
 "Wow , you're a real babe, Sylvia," Alex commented. Sylvia teenhitchihkerdamples smiled at the remark. That was odd, she thought. Normally she teenhitchihker would teenhitchihker have slapped image him for saying something like that. But now... well, she was a babe, wasn't she? I teenhitchihker want everyone to know what a hot babe I am, she teenhitchihkerdamples thought as she turned around teenhitchihkerdamples and thrust her ass at Alex's camera teenhitchihker. Her teenhitchihker sexy little ass. She purred happily as she heard the camera clicking softly behind her.
 "Oh, it's just a teenhitchihker little game they damples play," the Latin teenhitchihkerdamples beauty replied nonchalantly. "They like to kid teenhitchihker around."
 "Um... n teenhitchihker-no..." Sylvia stammered, feeling the color rising to damples her face.
 It was teenhitchihker smooth, incredibly smooth. And sweet. And teenhitchihker.... sexy. Sylvia image stifled a groan as she inhaled the sweet odor of Maria's sex. She took another lick, savoring the damples taste of teenhitchihker her friend damples's sweat. Her teenhitchihkerdamples hands came to rest on Maria 's hips as she continued to lick, and teenhitchihker she felt a pair of hands resting lightly on the back of her head teenhitchihker.
 "You go, girl."
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