WORST ENEMY BEST FRIEND

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WORST ENEMY BEST FRIEND

Sarah screamed to herself as she watched Francine Giordano, the resident Goth of her high school class, sass her in front of her friends and saunter off.

“You gonna let her get away with that shit?” Nancy asked.

“Yeah, who does she think she is?” Mora blurted.

“As if her shit don’t stink,” Tracy murmured.

“I don’t care what she says. She’s worthless. Why should I even worry about that loser?” Sarah resolved.

“Still, I’d slap some sense into her,” Mora said, grabbing her book bag.

“Come on, let’s go. School sucks anyway,” Tracy said. The group of girls headed for the bus.

That night Sarah stewed in her anger at that bitch Francine. Her hair was a green hue, spiked and wore outlandish clothing, hiding herself from prying eyes. ‘She’s probably got no tits and hairy,’ Sarah thought, as she finished her shower.

Stepping out she began to towel dry. Suddenly, her ‘stick’, as she called it began to get hard. “Oh shit,” the popular girl hissed, watching it grow as water dripped from the bloating, covered tip. “Not now. It can’t be time yet,” she whined softly.

True, her period wasn’t due for another two weeks or so, which is the only time her boy bit ever got hard. Even when necking with some of the cute guys didn’t do it. Sure, her coochie got nice and moist, but her stick just stayed balled up tight inside her jack strap, under her lacy panties.

The guys who like to fondle her tits and kiss a cute girl knew the rules with Sarah. No touching below the belt. EVER! Some had tried. With her brown belt in karate and her father’s training in self defense, several ‘boys’ would be singing soprano into their twenties.

Word got around and the boys she chose to go out with were respectful but greedy with their hands and lips, which Sarah didn’t mind at all. She was sure enjoying the attention and had the added bonus to play with boy cocks. Hand jobs were almost always part of a date with her. If she really was interested, she blew the lucky guy, reveling in the slimy semen swirling about her strong tongue.

But now, her own cock got hard for no apparent reason. Her anger toward Francine only made her prong throb harder. With a trembling hand, she grasped her pounding shaft forcefully, grunting at the feeling.

She was not a masturbator, well, not a dick shafter, anyway. Her pussy was fair game and she did that a lot!

Trying to get her mind around the strange happening, she could only think of Francine, that goth freak. As she began to wonder about what had happened earlier that day, her hand unconsciously sliding up and down the long, blood filled tube slowly. Almost without knowing it, she heard heavy drips hit the tile floor below. Looking down past her hanging wang and full sack, she watched long strings of whiteness touch the floor before they broke from her pee slit