Tiffany eats her cum.

“No silly,” she replied. “My sister showed me how to do it. I’m not a virgin and I’ve never let a boy put his nasty old pecker in me.”

“Girls, you’re going to be late for class if you don’t get a move on,” the lunchroom monitor said, as she approached our table.

They jumped in surprise, jumped up and headed for the door.

“So when do you want to do it,” Tiffany asked as they hurried down the hall to class. “After school, oh no I can’t, I have gymnastics training after school.”

“I can’t either, my moms picking me up for dance lessons, after school,” she replied. “I have to go this way, talk to me tomorrow after history class.” She said turning, hurrying down the hall.

“No,” Tiffany thought to herself, “not tomorrow, tonight, no, not tonight, now. I want her finger in my pussy now.” She hurried to her next class. She could feel her wetness running down the inside of her legs, it felt wonderful. The rest of the school day was shot, she couldn’t think of anything except Madeline’s beautiful fingers. She only had three classes that afternoon, but by the second class, her panties were so soaked that she asked permission to go to the girls’ room. She quickly ducked into a stall lifted her skirt and jerked her panties down. They came away from her pussy with a wet sucking noise. She sat down on the toilet and stared at her panties. The inside of her thighs were also wet. ‘My god’ she thought, ‘I have never been this wet before. She reached for the toilet paper to wipe herself. There was none, the roll was empty. “Oh darn it,” she thought, “now what am I going to do?” She looked at the wetness on her thighs; she took her hand and wiped it up. But she had nowhere to wipe her hand. She looked at her hand, paused for a second, brought it to her mouth, and licked it. A hot flush ran from her tongue to her pussy, she quivered on the toilet seat. She stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them. Her head went back as she tensed. She tasted herself on her fingers and she was ecstatic. She had never tasted anything so wonderful in her life and she wanted more. She quickly wiped her other thigh and stuck her hand back in her mouth. Her pussy was on fire and she loved the feeling, she loved the taste. She wanted more, and then she remembered her panties. She reached down, jerked them over her shoes, and stuck them in her mouth. She was lost, totally lost in her first true orgasm. “Mmmm,” she moaned as she sat there cumming, sucking on her panties. “More,” she thought in a haze, “I want more.” She pulled her panties from her mouth and pushed them to her pussy. She sat there panting as she soaked up her juices, but only for a few seconds, and the panties were back in her mouth. This time they tasted a little different, a little sweeter, a little thicker, a little better. Somewhere in the back of her brain it registered, she was now tasting her orgasm, and the thought propelled her into a new ecstasy, a utopia she would experience many times from that day on. She sat there shaking, her legs bouncing up and down. Her left hand had found its own way to her pussy and was holding it tight. She did not want this to stop; she wanted to spend the rest of her life sitting on this toilet, sucking her cum out of her panties. But slowly, very slowly she started to come down, to return to earth. She didn’t want to but she did. She realized where she was and what she was doing, but she didn’t care, she didn’t want it to stop. But it did. Her head dropped to her chest and she panted from the exertion. She looked at her panties and kissed them gently, like a lover would kiss. She brought her left hand out of her crouch and licked her fingers clean. She wanted more, more of her own cum, but she knew she had to get up and do something. She listen for any sound, not hearing any she asked, “Is anybody in here, I’m out of toilet paper.” No answer. “Thank god,” she thought to herself. She slowly got up and stepped out of the stall and into the next one, checking first for toilet paper. She sat down and began to wipe herself dry. When she was satisfied, she started to put her panties back on, but stopped. She brought them back to her face and licked the crouch and kissed them before slipping them back on. She stood up and pulled them the rest of the way on. They were cool on her pussy, but she liked that, she would always like that. She stepped out of the stall and went to the sink to wash her hands and face, she didn’t want to, she wanted to walk around with ‘herself’ all over herself, but she knew better. She quietly snuck back into class without much notice and sat down. The girl behind her asked if she was ok, said she looked flushed. Tiffany just smiled at her and nodded.

Gymnastics training didn’t go well either; she just could not concentrate.

“Ok Tiffany,” her couch said, “Lets call it a day. Obviously, you can’t keep your mind on it tonight. 

“Sorry coach Thompson, I’ll do better tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry about it sweetie,” he said. “You have the routine down, and your timing is almost perfect. You will be ready for the competition next week. If you can keep your mind off boys long enough,” he added.

“Ok, Coach Thompson, I’ll try,” she said, smiling up at him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, ok.”

“Yes sir,’ she replied, as they headed for the door. “ Bye.”

Tiffany went to her room and took her workout clothes off, threw her robe on, grabbed a clean pair of panties, and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. She had planned to cum in her panties then suck on them, but she was met by her mom at the door.

“Mom,” she startled in surprise.

“Honey,” her mom said. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Of course mom, I was just getting ready to take a shower.”

“I can talk while you shower.”

Her mom put her arm around her shoulder as they walked to the bathroom.

“You know Honey,” she started, “your old enough now to start getting your period. And then you start thinking about boys and other things.”

Tiffany got in the shower as her mom sat on the toilet and told her about her monthly cycle and how to take care of it. And that she would met a boy and want to do things with him. Tiffany took her shower as she listened to her mom. Most of this she had already heard but she listens anyway. She finished her shower and got out. Her mom had a towel ready and started rubbing her dry. They had done this many times, it was one of her favorite things to do with her mom. She loved her mom very much. After her mom rubbed her dry, she wrapped her in the towel and hugged her close.

“I love you baby,” she said. :I don’t want you to get hurt or anything. You have to think about your career you know. So don’t let some nasty boy do something to you that you shouldn’t, ok.”

“I love you too, mama,” Tiffany said, hugging her mom back. “And I think boys are gross, Yuk.”

“Keep thinking that way, at least for a while,” her mom added, hugging her daughter tightly.

Her mom walked her back to her room and helped her get ready for bed. She sat on her bed and they talked for a long time, laughing and giggling. Her dad stuck his head in the door to say goodnight.

“Goodnight princess, I love you!” he said.

Goodnight daddy, I love you too!” she sleepily said to him.

“Goodnight baby,” her mom said, leaning over and kissing her on the forehead. “I love you,” she added as she stood and turned the light out and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Tiffany felt good. She was loved, and that made her feel warm inside. She was good at what she did and that made her feel confident. She had experienced her first orgasm and that made her feel older, and tomorrow she would get an other girls finger in her pussy and that made her feel excited. But tonight she was tired. She drifted off to sleep thinking about Madeline finger fucking her and she smiled, as she slept.

She woke the next morning to her mothers’ voice calling up the stairs.

“Tiffany, time to get up. Breakfast is almost ready.”

She bounded out of bed, stripping off her flannel nightdress. She went to her dresser and took out her bra, her training bra. All the others girls wore real bras, had real tits, she still had a training bra. She looked down at her naked little breasts.

“Stupid titties,” she said angrily, “why don’t you grow.”

She reached up with both hands and pinched her nipples hard. She gasped as an electric shock ran through her body straight to her pussy. She pinched them hard again, as she felt her pussy start to dampen. Her right hand went to her pussy as she pinched her left nipple hard again.

“Tiffany, are you up?” her mother called again. “Do I need to come up there and get you out of bed?”

“No mom, I’m coming,” she yelled back, startled. “And I really am,” she said softly to herself. Give me five minutes and I be down.”

“Alright, five minutes,” her mom answered.

She pinched her nipple hard again and kept the pressure on. Her hand rubbed her pussy hard also. In thirty seconds, she came in her panties. She stuck her hand down inside her panties and coated them with her cum, and stuck them in her mouth. She sucked her fingers hard as she continued to pinch her nipple and cum in her panties. “You have to go,” she told herself. She released her nipple and pulled her fingers out of her mouth. Her panties were soaked, and she liked that. She would start her day with wet panties. She finished getting dressed, putting on a short flared skirt, and white blouse, and bounded down stairs. She did two perfect cartwheels as she entered the kitchen, not realizing she had just exposed her wet panties to her parents, they didn’t notice, and ended up standing next to the table, smiling broadly.

“Morning mom,” she said, looking at her mom. “Morning daddy,” she added, as she sat in her chair.

“Morning princess,” he responded, looking around the paper. “How’s my little girl this morning?”

“Fine,” she answered, smiling back at him.

“My aren’t we chipper this morning,” her mom said.

“Big day today,” Tiffany replied. “Mom, can Madeline come over after school today?” she asked.

“Well I suppose so, but you have to ask her mom if it’s ok. Isn’t she that pretty little girl that dances so well? But you have training tonight, don’t forget.”

“Uh huh, and I didn’t forget. I have training every night, remember. Thanks mom.” She replied as she started eating breakfast.

History class wasn’t until second period, and Tiffany could hardly wait. She hadn’t see Madeline all morning. Then she saw her coming down the hall. She ran to meet her.

“Hi,” she said, grinning at her.

“Hi, yourself,” Madeline replied, smiling back.

“Well.”

“Well what?” Madeline said, knowing full well what “well”, meant.

“You know,” Tiffany said, exasperated, “do it.”

“Do what,” Madeline, teased back. “Tell me what you want.”

Tiffany grabbed Madeline’s arm and pulled her down to her level.

“You know, finger fuck me,” she whispered in Madeline’s ear.

“When do you want to?” Madeline asked.

“After school, after training, you can watch me train if you want to. I asked my mom if you could come over, and she said yes if you ask your mom.”

“Ok, I’ll call her during lunch.”