FBT 2

Another interesting FBT episode would be when I went back to school during my JC days for studying + consultation during the holidays. As follows.

Elizabeth and I met outside school, went to have breakfast, and then went to school. Elizabeth's a sporty A-cup girl who decided to go braless for that day. And like many of my girlfriends, we don't wear panties under FBTs. Both of us wore our class tees, and for me, I wore a curve-cut lime green one FBTs, while Elizabeth, a straight cut dark blue one - the most common type. Mine was without the inner lining, while hers had one.

We went into the icy library and got a seat, waiting for Mdm Lim to come. I put on my 'studious glasses' which made me, in the words of Elizabeth, "a guai-looking horny slut" (hahaha!) Anyway, the library was really turning cold as we complained to each other about our freezing pussies and hardening nipples while trying to focus on our work as well.

At 10am, Mdm Lim walked in, and sat down at our table to begin the consultation session. I had happened to already mastered some of the topics Elizabeth was unclear about, so my attention when she was clearing her doubts was mostly on the cold air blowing onto my just-shaved clit and my gradually stiffening tits. The two of them rattled on and on while I tried to focus on another part of the subject, but to no avail. It was too freezing cold and boring.

Unknowingly, a finger slid onto the thin, silky material of my skimpy shorts, and started circling around it. All happened under the table at the corner, so no one noticed it. I was cautious that I had to hold back my calls of pleasure. I slowly and steadily moved up and down the lime green cloth, while it gradually got wet - it was telltale that I was doing something. Subconsciously, my right hand went in to feel the smooth skin free of hair, and on its own accord, looked for the hole to pierce.

As the index and middle fingers entered the vagina that was last penetrated 2.5 hours ago in an early morning sex,  I accidentally let out a loud sigh. The fingers retracted out of it immediately, and Mdm Lim asked, "What's wrong, Charmaine?"

"No- ... Nothing. Just my menstrual cramps." I lied. I wanted to ask to be excused to the toilet, but Mdm Lim was starting to move on to my weakest area. I held it back, and tried to take down notes with my legs fidgeting, opening and closing every now and then, unable to concentrate and trying to press towards the centre to curb the desire.

Academic wise, Mdm Lim's attention to me was fruitful. As I reached down to the floor to get another set of notes, I noticed something to my surprise. Elizabeth was doing the exact same thing as me, into her equally nicely-shaved pussy! And plus she's concealing it really well. I went back onto the table and gave her the 'I know what you're doing' look, and continued with the 1-hour ordeal, with my pussy-in-my-FBT hungry for a finger and nipples erect, while Elizabeth happily satisfies her urge through her smooth, hot shorts.

Finally, it was 11am. The consultation was over, and you, the reader, would have expected a toilet lesbian action with Elizabeth. Sadly, she's a totally straight girl, and will never ever allow any girl to lay fingers on her. I tried my luck, but to no avail. She doesn't even show other girls her private parts, but the volleyball vice captain has fucked a great deal of guys with her attractive body tone. Probably second to me in the school.

We agreed, however, to go to the most secluded toilet on the top floor and use separate cubicles to finish our masturbation for the day. We went there in less than a minute after Mdm Lim left, and I used the second cubicle from the door, while she used the first. The rule was simple - to let the screaming go wild, sans toys.

I sat on the toilet seat, pulled down my FBTs and let them drop to the floor. I suppose Elizabeth did the same, as I saw her shorts on her feet through the bottom of the cubicle dividers. I wasted no time in resuming the circling around my labia, and threw my head back while I gave the most pleasurable moan of the week. I heard Elizabeth's moans of enjoyment as well, as she stuck her finger inside after one hour of controlling it too (she told me after that).

As I sensed that I needed more, I took off my shirt and threw it away, but it flew into Elizabeth's cubicle. She did the same, and it went into mine. I just let it sit on the floor, while my right hand's fingers prepared for the entry and my left, the toying of my nipples. Boy, they were really, really hard and standing from the coldness in the library! I proceeded with that stimulation, with more intense and louder screams, and so did Elizabeth let me hear her pleasure.

It was mere minutes in the cubicles when Elizabeth came and squirted, as I saw the next door's floor get wet. Her FBT shorts, being close to the door, got slightly soaked in her fluids as well. I climaxed but didn't ejaculate anything. We then decided to change our FBTs and class tees, as she was in despair thinking of the solution to wear her sex scented clothes out.

So I wore an 'Elizabeth' class tee and her blue FBT shorts, while she wore mine and my lining-less ones. She had to make do with it, though, as she forgot to bring her panties. We shopped around, talked about sex with guys, had lunch, and after which I went to a HDB staircase and masturbated with her sweet-smelling FBTs before heading home.