"Trixie was just explaining how kinky she is," Trixie sounds exasperated.
"If you're really kinky, why wait for privacy?" you smirk.
You lean forward, tilt your head, and lock lips with your new friend, gently pushing her back towards the lockers, wanting to pin her there to make out. She takes the kiss, slurping at your lips then lapping her tongue over your teeth. Your tongues dart about your mouths playing tag with each other, drool dribbling from the edge of your mouths.
Trixie isn't as keen on being pinned though; you should have known she'd want to be the dominant party. Instead she turns you around, shoving you roughly against the locker, never breaking the kiss to do so. She reaches for your breasts, grabbing hold of them through your shirt and squeezing them, kneading them firmly as she pushes you back. You reach your hands for her breasts, kneading them firmly in return, enjoying the soft pliable flesh.
That isn't enough for Trixie, who moves her hands to the base of your shirt, pulling it upwards above your breasts. One hand slides behind you to unclip your bra, which she allows to fall to the floor. Her fingers then dig against your bare skin as she nips at your tongue playfully.
Not one to be one-upped yoursef, you return the favor, though you find the Trixie hasn't bothered wearing any undergarments today. You move one hand to massage her breast, tweaking at her nipple, as the other slides down her smooth belly and into the front of her skirt. Trixie smirks, and allows you to grab for her crotch. You find...
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