"Nancy," the voice asks loudly, "are you in there?"
Nancy looks at you and says, "It's Bess - my friend I called earlier."
You both scramble to get yourselves put back together.
Nancy hollers, "Yes! We're in here, Bess!"
You can hear the sound of something scraping against the door and then the dull thud of something landing on the ground. A few seconds later, the door opens and in walks a blond about Nancy's age that you assume is Bess.
Bess is a little taller than Nancy; standing at about 5'6" or 7" you'd guess. She is not nearly as petite as Nancy, but that's just fine because her big 36C breasts jiggle nicely under her top, more than making up for any other deficiency.
Nancy smiles big as she sees her friend and Bess comes over quickly; pulling Nancy into a big hug. Bess's full breasts visibly squish against Nancy's as the two teenagers embrace.
"Are you okay, Nanc?" Bess asks; obviously concerned.
"Yes, I'm fine, Bess. We thought we heard people talking in here, but it was just a TV that had been left on. When we came inside somebody shut the door on us and trapped us in here," Nancy explains.
You've still got a bulge in your pants and your eyes move over Bess' body; checking her out more.
Bess is wearing a light pink skirt that comes to about mid-thigh. A snug-fitting red v-neck top plunges low; giving a great view of her cleavage while hugging her full breasts perfectly and squishing them together nice.
"Yeah, someone put a big concrete block thingy against the door," Bess explains as she finally lets go of Nancy.
Bess looks over at you and smiles; asking Nancy, "Who's this?"
Nancy smiles, "Oh yeah; Bess... this is . He's with the newspaper and he's writing a story about me. And Mr , this is Bess Marvin; one of my best friends from school."
"Well, I'm certainly glad you came on such short notice. There's no telling how long we would've been stuck in here by ourselves," You say to Bess.
A half smile forms on Bess' lips and she looks at you, down at the bulge in your pants and then at Nancy, "I didn't 'interrupt' anything, did I?"
Nancy doesn't answer, but her face turns bright red.
"OMG! Oh, c'mon, Nanc - spill! I'm Bess, your bestest friend. Don't leave me out of the loop," Bess pleads. "I want all the details." |