 Part One
 Sylvia blinked. "You're kidding. Really?"
 "Of wetscape course you'll wetscape come wetscape," said the tall black girl, her mouth widening in a knowing grin wetscape as she wetscape glanced down at Sylvia's body.
 They walked past an open doorway leading into a kitchen, where a small boy was fixing wetscape a sandwich. "Oh wetscape!" Tiffany exclaimed, stopping. "This is wetscape my wetscape brother... I mean, Katrina's brother Alex. Alex, this is Sylvia."
 Sylvia looked around wetscape for a place to sit. Everything was so crowded. The love seat, for example wetscape, which had clearly been designed for wetscape two occupants, now held three. Heather lay stretched out along wetscape its length, her wetscape tight black curls cascading over one end wetscape of the plush mini-couch. Sitting on her lap was Brittany, a pale blonde girl, her head resting wetscape on Heather's ample chest. Their legs, intertwined in a mixture of chocolate and cream-colored pics skin, rested across the lap of a third girl, a trim beauty with shoulder-length wetscape hair and a Mediterranean complexion wetscape whose name wetscape Sylvia had trouble wetscape recalling. Debbie? Donna? Yes, that was it. Donna's hands wetscape rested casually across wetscape the wetscape other girls' bare feet. And yet, despite the crowding, the three girls looked wetscape more than comfortable on the wetscape love wetscape seat, with Heather's arms folded protectively around Brittany's waist.
 "Goodbye, Ms. Young." "Have fun wetscape at work." The girls waved back as the apparently-disoriented blonde wetscape stumbled away down wetscape the hallway. Sylvia blinked, trying to make sense wetscape of what she'd just seen. That woman couldn't have just... no wetscape, it wasn 't possible. Not wetscape her own son, for wetscape crying out loud. She turned back wetscape to the TV, trying not wetscape to think about it.
 Katrina giggled. "Well, I won't be legal until April. But yeah, she's taught me a thing or two."
 The girls watched the show in silence. Sylvia found the wetscape show almost intoxicating, and kept her eyes glued to the set. There was something odd wetscape about the show, but wetscape Sylvia couldn't put her wetscape finger on what it wetscape was. The girls pics on the show were so... attractive? Pretty? Gorgeous?
 Sexy.
 I'm a hot, sexy wetscape babe. The thought popped wetscape into Sylvia's mind almost out of nowhere. And yet it was true. She knew she was a babe. A fox. She was a cheerleader, after all, wasn't she? And cheerleaders were always sexy babes. Like Maria had said, their job was to wetscape show the boys some T&A. Sylvia wetscape squirmed a bit in her seat.
 She became wetscape aware that Maria had guided their clasped hands wetscape into her lap wetscape. Sylvia wetscape smiled as she felt the back of the wetscape other girl's hand brushing her inner thigh wetscape. Maria and I wetscape, she mused, must look pretty hot together on this couch. The thought was delicious. Sylvia snuggled up against her new friend's flank, her wetscape head resting against wetscape Maria's ample breast as she felt her whole body tingle pleasurably. Once again Sylvia wetscape lost herself in the show, admiring the wetscape well-proportioned girls on the screen, enjoying wetscape their playful antics.
 Her wetscape jeans had just begun to chafe when the second show ended wetscape and the lights in the room came back up. Sylvia sat up, blinking wetscape. She wetscape and Maria exchanged a smile as the group of wetscape girls stretched and started chatting pics again. "You like the show?" the Hispanic beauty asked.
 "Let Donna entertain wetscape us with her tongue?" someone asked, drawing a flurry wetscape of laughter from the group. Sylvia looked over at the love seat, where the Mediterranean beauty had extended pics her rather long tongue and was wiggling it playfully.
 An array of transparent wetscape garment bags hung on the closet racks wetscape, and the girls surged forward and began sifting through them wetscape. Each bag had a white label attached wetscape to wetscape the front. "Cheerleader" read one -- Sylvia could wetscape see a multicolored vest and skirt inside, and wetscape a pair of pom-poms. Another one, labeled "Lifeguard" contained a tiny swimming suit wetscape, some sort of flotation device, and a big silver whistle.
 Scientist, indeed. Sylvia wetscape watched in fascination as Kim strode wetscape over to the makeup table , the wetscape high-heeled shoes causing her wetscape ass to sway wetscape invitingly under the coat. The outfit was clearly designed to titillate wetscape -- and to come off with wetscape a minimum of effort. So Tiffany really was a stripper. Sylvia's mind boggled as Kim sat down and began pics applying wetscape makeup.
 Fighting to stay calm wetscape, Sylvia reached forward to grip the waistband of the shorts. She pulled wetscape upward on them, her wetscape fingers sliding smoothly across Maria's supple wetscape skin as the cutoffs nestled into place. The shorts rode obscenely high, exposing most of Maria's delightful derriere. Sylvia absently let her hands slide across the smooth buttocks. God, Maria was so sexy.
 Maria continued her efforts, running her hands over Sylvia wetscape's body, smoothing out the slick plastic wetscape uniform. Sylvia gasped as Maria 's hands ran over her plump breasts. The wetscape blonde leaned back wetscape, sighing as she felt Maria's ample chest pressing into her back wetscape. Maria was such a good wetscape friend.
 Donna's joyful shriek startled Sylvia. She jerked back, feeling her wetscape cheeks flushing. Had she really been about to kiss Maria? Sylvia turned her pics attention to the door, avoiding Maria's eyes. Everything was wetscape so confusing!
 Alex shifted his attention next to Kim, who was making creative use of wetscape a wetscape test tube. Sylvia was bewildered by wetscape the wetscape girls' behavior. And yet she found the whole scene somehow... exciting. She remembered as a wetscape little girl how she'd played dress wetscape-up with her friends. It was exciting to wetscape put on clothes and see how she looked. The little girls would run around pretending to be fashion models. This wetscape was like that wetscape. Except that dressing up had never wetscape gotten her wetscape so horny before. And the wetscape pictures... She realized that wetscape she desperately wanted Alex to wetscape take wetscape pictures wetscape of her.
 "Wow, you're a real babe, Sylvia wetscape," Alex commented. Sylvia smiled at the remark. That was odd, she thought. Normally she would have slapped wetscape him for saying something like that. But now... well, she wetscape was a babe wetscape, wasn't wetscape she? I want everyone to know wetscape what a pics hot babe I wetscape am, she thought as she turned wetscape around and thrust her ass at Alex's camera. Her sexy little pics ass. She purred happily as she heard the camera clicking softly behind her wetscape.
 Sylvia jumped as she heard Maria's voice behind her. "Y-yeah." She turned to wetscape face the Hispanic beauty wetscape, remembering the awkwardness wetscape of their pics almost-kiss earlier. The two girls wetscape smiled at each other, and Sylvia felt the warmth of their wetscape... their friendship. Right. Sylvia wetscape leaned forward and wetscape gave Maria a quick wetscape peck on the cheek, just to wetscape show there were no wetscape hard feelings wetscape. She felt her pussy grow warm as Maria kissed her back wetscape. Just friends , though, she wetscape reassured herself.
 Sylvia turned to wetscape ask Maria another question, but the Hispanic girl started speaking first wetscape. "Help wetscape me take my shorts off, Sylvia. I want Alex wetscape to get some shots of us together." Maria turned to face away, bending a pics bit at the hip to push her tight behind toward Sylvia. The blonde wasn't quite sure how those two concepts were pics interconnected, but she sank to her knees anyway, bringing wetscape her hands up to the waistband of Maria's tight denim cutoffs. "Oooh! Oooh! Smile for the camera, Sylvia!" Maria exclaimed.
 Sylvia turned, startled, looking for the source of the question.
 Maria's hand on her arm stopped her. Sylvia pics turned to look at wetscape the beautiful Latina pics. "It's all right, Sylvia." Maria took wetscape her wetscape hand and began gently stroking it, leaning forward to whisper in Sylvia's wetscape ear. "We all do that, babe. It doesn't wetscape mean anything." Sylvia blushed wetscape even harder, but felt relieved at wetscape the same time. She turned and watched wetscape as Alex wetscape snapped pictures wetscape of Donna and Kim showing off in their teacher and lab-technician outfits. Donna was using her stick to point out various interesting wetscape parts of Kim wetscape's anatomy while both girls wetscape put on naughty expressions for the camera.
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