Omorashi Academy

Omorashi Academy

Chapter 3: Dirty Mouths, Dirty Bottoms

It had been two days since Kimiko's humiliating punishments at the hands of her English teacher, Mr. Johnson. She was mild-mannered and obedient by nature anyway, and two days in a row of having to wet and soil her panties made her very determined to avoid any further punishment.

Other students weren't so well-behaved. Brenda, the girl who'd made fun of Kimiko for wetting her panties on Monday, had been chewed out yesterday by the biology teacher in second period for swearing in class and ordered to serve detention. The foul-tempered Brenda had seemed quite blasé about this punishment, especially given Ms. Itsuki's kindly and even-tempered attitude in class. You're just lucky you didn't do that in Mr. Johnson's class, Kimiko had thought to herself with furtive glee.

This morning, though, as Kimiko filed into the classroom, she noticed that Brenda was wearing a sullen expression, as well as a bright orange wristband. And when Brenda noticed the attention, she glared at Kimiko with sullen rage.

What's got into her? thought Kimiko, as she took her seat. It's not like I'm the one who made fun of her on Monday. She glanced again at Brenda, who was no longer looking in her direction - and noticed that Brenda was squirming slightly. Before she had much longer to think about this, though, Ms. Itsuki had arrived, and the lesson was beginning.

Kimiko dutifully took notes and read along in the textbook, and only gradually was she aware of a shuffling sound from the direction of Brenda's desk. Eventually, Kimiko's curiosity got the better of her, and she looked backward, bracing herself for Brenda's evil glare. But Brenda wasn't looking at her. Instead, her eyes were fixed with a venomous gaze on the teacher, and she was muttering under her breath, as she twined her long legs together, one knee bouncing over the other.

Kimiko, having suffered the same symptoms in Mr. Johnson's class on Monday, recognized them immediately. She has to go pee? thought Kimiko wonderingly. But it's only second period. Why didn't she go before class? And surely she could ask permission? I'm sure Ms. Itsuki isn't as mean as Mr. Johnson...

Even as she thought that, though, she saw Brenda's eyes squeeze shut, and the (relatively) busty redhead's body tensed up. Kimiko's eyes went wide and she bit her knuckle in shock, knowing what was going to happen next... and sure enough, a trickle of piss began to flood off the edge of Brenda's chair and patter to the floor.

Just as on the previous Monday, the class erupted in a chorus of muted murmurs as they turned as one to watch Brenda's shameful predicament. All except Kimiko, whose eyes turned toward the science teacher, wondering how she'd treat this indiscretion. To Kimiko's astonishment, though, the teacher said nothing at all, merely nodding and watching Brenda, as if in satisfaction.

Oh my god... that orange wristband... Ms. Itsuki put Brenda on toilet ban! thought Kimiko in shock, putting a hand to her mouth and turning in her seat again as Brenda continued to wet herself, her face twisted in an expression of helpless rage. Mr. Johnson had threatened Kimiko with that terrible punishment two days ago: a student under toilet ban had to go the whole day without the use of any toilet other than her own panties.

Up until now, Kimiko would have been quite happy to watch Brenda suffer that punishment, especially after Brenda had pulled up Kimiko's skirt on Monday and displayed her wet panties to the whole math class. But now, as Kimiko watched the hot urine spread in a puddle beneath Brenda's chair, she felt a pang of sympathy for the erstwhile bully. It's not fair, Kimiko thought. Even she shouldn't have to wet her panties as a, a punishment...

Finally, the flow of pee slowed and stopped, and Brenda turned her sullen glare upon the students watching her, as if promising terrible retribution if anyone dared to comment. As Brenda's gaze passed across Kimiko's wide-eyed face, though, some other unidentifiable expression flickered across Brenda's countenance - but it only lasted for a moment, replaced by an especially hostile stare and even a snarl.

Kimiko flinched back as if struck, and faced forward again. What did I do to her? Kimiko wondered. Well, I guess I was staring at her, but so was everyone else - why'd she look so angry at me? Even Ms. Itsuki didn't get that nasty a look... At which point Ms. Itsuki cleared her throat and got on with the lesson, leaving Brenda to marinate in the pungent odor of her own urine and Kimiko to look upon the biology teacher with newfound fear. She seemed so nice... how could she do that to anyone? Even Brenda... Another thought occurred to Kimiko. How come she peed herself so soon, anyway? It's only second period - I don't even feel a twinge...

"Fuck no, I'm not writing any goddamned sentences!" Brenda had snapped at Ms. Itsuki. "That's a, a kiddie punishment! I'm in high school now, I don't have to put up with that shit!"

"Apparently you still haven't learned your lesson, Brenda," said Ms. Itsuki, sighing. "So your punishment is going up to from two hundred to five hundred copies of 'I will not use swear words at the Alderson Institute'. You'd better get started - it's going to take you a while."

In a foul mood, Brenda sat down to writing, but had barely finished the first ten sentences when she threw down her pencil. "Fuck this! I'm outta here! Call me when you have a real punishment!"

"A real punishment, eh?" said Ms. Itsuki, and she leaned out to grab Brenda by the shoulder. "All right, here's a real punishment. Tomorrow, you are going to be on toilet ban."

"What's a toilet ban?" Brenda asked, confused. Ms. Itsuki explained.

"The whole day? And I have to do it in my panties if I can't hold it?!" exclaimed Brenda, now truly outraged. "Fuck that! What kind of fucking sicko are you? I'm not going on any fucking toilet ban, bitch!" exclaimed Brenda, shoving Ms. Itsuki backward.

Or at least that was the plan. Instead. Ms. Itsuki's hands flashed out like lightning and gripped Brenda's wrists in an iron grip. "Let go of me, you bitch!" frothed Brenda in frustration, struggling to free herself.

"You still haven't learned, have you, Brenda?" said Ms. Itsuki, her level voice still showing no signs of strain. For her slight build, the older woman was surprisingly strong. "You will serve a toilet ban, young lady... and because of this insubordination, it's going to be even worse."

"How can it be worse than a toilet ban?" shouted Brenda, beginning to grow fearful despite her bravado.

"Well, you could have two or three days of it, for one thing," replied Ms. Itsuki. "But instead we're going to do something a little different..."

It was time for English class with the dreaded Mr. Johnson. Kimiko tried not to look too directly at Brenda as she walked into the room, but even out of the corner of her eye, she could see that the redhead was walking funny, with her knees together and shuffling steps. She needs to pee again already? thought Kimiko in confusion. You'd think that she'd avoid the water fountains when she was on toilet ban...

Kimiko tried not to watch Brenda, knowing that the other girl was suffering enough already, but she couldn't help but hear the shuffling and squirming as Brenda struggled to control her bladder. "Goddammit, not now..." muttered Brenda under her breath. "Not in front of her, not again..."

Not in front of who? thought Kimiko to herself, confused. But Kimiko wasn't the only one who'd heard the outburst. "Please come up to the front of the class, Brenda," said Mr. Johnson, his eyes glinting with what Kimiko recognized as delighted lust.

"Whadda ya want now?" growled Brenda as she laboriously got up from her desk and tottered to the front of the classroom, one hand pressed to her crotch and her knees squeezed tightly together as the girl tried not to pee.

"I understand that you're on toilet ban at least partially for swearing, and yet I distinctly heard you swear yet again. Kindly raise your skirt and stand with your feet one foot apart, so that your fellow students can see what-"

"Raise my skirt?! Are you f- are you kidding me?" exclaimed Brenda. "Forget it!" And with that, she started to walk back toward her desk.

A hand gripped Brenda's free wrist. "I gave you an order, Brenda, and I will be obeyed," said Mr. Johnson, dragging her back to the front of the class. "And for disobeying me, you will serve a detention with me this afternoon. Now raise your skirt. Now."

Kimiko cringed in horror at this. Of the entire class, she alone knew what a Mr. Johnson detention meant, and it was more than just soiled panties. No... please don't do that to her, Mr. Johnson... she's suffered enough... thought Kimiko to herself, but she didn't dare say it, for fear that she'd join Brenda in Mr. Johnson's depraved detention hall.

Instead, Kimiko watched, white-faced, as Brenda reluctantly lifted the hem of her skirt above her waist, displaying the white cotton panties of the Alderson Institute and the damp yellow stain from her earlier wetting in biology class. And then, the crotch of Brenda's panties suddenly overflowed with piss, as the girl's overtaxed bladder once again began to relieve itself against her will.

And so Brenda stood there, holding her skirt up, trembling and red-faced with anger and embarrassment as she helplessly peed her panties in front of the entire class, while Mr. Johnson said, "This, my students, is what happens to disobedient young ladies. If a little girl has a dirty mouth, she'll have a dirty bottom too." She winced as she felt the piss run down her legs and begin to soak into her socks, and groaned as she heard some of the boys whistle at her. And she cringed as the girls who she'd thought were her friends, the same ones who'd helped her mock Kimiko for her accident on Monday, where among the loudest to snicker and point as Brenda was forced to wet herself in front of everyone.

As Brenda finally managed to stop urinating in her panties, and the flood of pee slowed to a drip from Brenda's soaked crotch to the puddle below, Mr. Johnson said, "All right. Now, class, please turn to page thirty-eight - Brenda, I did not dismiss you, please remain with your skirt up - and read the poem halfway down the page."

Brenda, who'd been preparing to flee to the relative safety of her desk, gasped in dismay, but reluctantly lifted up her skirt, her glare passing around the room. Once again, Brenda's eyes fell on Kimiko with particular viciousness, and Kimiko blushed and averted her eyes.

Brenda had to stand there in her own puddle for ten minutes, trembling with humilation, her nose wrinkling from the pungent smell of piss, her teeth clenched in frustration as the other students were allowed to ogle her sodden panties as much as they wanted. Finally Mr. Johnson said, "Please return to your seat, Brenda," and she nearly ran back to her desk, her piss-drenched socks squelching and urine splashing out of the sides of her shoes, and she barricaded herself behind her textbook. Kimiko wasn't sure, but she thought she heard a sniffle. Well, I know I'd be crying if I'd had to show off my panties to everyone while I peed in them, thought Kimiko, but Brenda? Surely Brenda wouldn't cry...

After school ended, Kimiko went to wait outside Mr. Johnson's classroom. Someone has to be nice to her, thought Kimiko. I heard she had to pee herself two more times today, and all of her friends were just as mean to her as they were to me. It must feel horrible to have to wet your panties that many times. No one deserves a toilet ban, much less whatever Mr. Johnson's gonna do to her... Last time Kimiko had been in Mr. Johnson's detention, he'd forced Kimiko to fellate him on threat of toilet ban, and no doubt Brenda was undergoing some similar sort of perverted torment even now.

Finally, the door opened and Brenda stormed out, her face almost as crimson as her long hair. Kimiko realized in dismay that Brenda's pretty locks were streaked with something white and sticky - eww, he came in her hair, Kimiko thought - and she was surrounded by a stench that told Kimiko that the redhead had had to shit in her panties, and was still wearing the horrible mess. Brenda stopped short, blinking at the sudden sight of Kimiko in front of her - and before Kimiko could say anything, Brenda erupted.

"You goddamned bitch! " screamed Brenda hysterically. "Don't you dare say a goddamned word! Cause if you do, I'm gonna-"

"Brenda... a word, please?" came Mr. Johnson's voice from the door. Brenda went pale with shock, and walked back into the classroom as if in a nightmare, while Kimiko watched helplessly, her hands to her mouth. When Brenda emerged, she was still palefaced, shaking, and nearly in tears.

"You... you..." said Brenda haltingly, "th-th-thanks to you I'm on toilet ban again tomorrow! And they're gonna make me take a laxative and a diuretic!" With a start, Kimiko realized the answer to the mystery of Brenda's multiple wettings. Oh my god... not only did they not let her go to the bathroom, but they gave her a diuretic so that she'd constantly have to pee her panties! Kimiko thought, horrified. And now a laxative on top of that - how can they - how can anyone be so cruel?

But Brenda wasn't done screaming. "Now I'm gonna have to go the whole god-" Brenda stopped herself with a visible effort, "the whole day shitting and pissing my panties! I hope you're happy!" And before Kimiko could respond, Brenda ran off in tears, ignoring the little gobbets of poop that were falling from her soiled panties.

She... she was crying, thought Kimiko, horrified. Tough-as-nails Brenda, mean, cruel Brenda... was crying. "Brenda, wait! Please, wait!" cried Kimiko, and she ran after her classmate, her heart aching for the unspeakably cruel punishment Brenda had already endured, and the even worse torment she would endure the next day.

Brenda's trail wasn't hard to follow, and soon Kimiko found the redhead leaning against a water fountain, shaking with sobs. Kimiko slowly walked toward the other girl, and said, timidly, "Brenda, I'm so-"

"Go on!" Brenda snarled bitterly through her tears. "Make fun of me! Make fun of me for pissing and shitting myself! Make fun of me for being a potty-pants! Go on! You know you want to!"

"NO!" wailed Kimiko, beginning to cry herself, as she realized why Brenda had been glaring at her all day. All this time, she thought I was going to pick on her! Like she did to me... "N-no... Brenda, I don't want to make fun of you! It's, it's not fair, what they're making you do... it's too cruel! I'm so suh-suh-sorry... I didn't mean to make you so upset just now..."

"Don't give me that!" snapped Brenda. "I made fun of you on Monday for pissing yourself, so it's your turn to pick on me! Isn't it?! Isn't it?!" Brenda turned to face Kimiko, glaring at her dark-haired classmate in helpless rage and humiliation, panting heavily, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

"No," said Kimiko softly, shaking her head and walking forward hesitantly. "No, Brenda. I thought I would, but... when I saw you in Ms. Itsuki's class, I remembered what it was like when it happened to me. I remembered how horrible it was. It's too horrible." She looked up at Brenda, her eyes welling with tears of compassion, and reached out to put a hand on Brenda's shoulder. "Even after what you did to me... it's too much."

Brenda flinched away from Kimiko's hand and looked Kimiko up and down, looking for any sign, any sign whatsoever that Kimiko wasn't serious. "Y-you mean it, don't you? You really mean it..." murmured Brenda unbelievingly. "You really do feel... feel s-sorry for me..." And then, bewildered and ashamed, Brenda burst into tears and fell forward onto her knees, wrapping her arms around Kimiko's waist and burying her face in Kimiko's chest and bawling, bawling with the shame of it all.

"Oh, Brenda..." murmured Kimiko, hugging her back, stroking her long red hair, ignoring the stench of Brenda's panties and let Brenda press her face into her almost nonexistent bosom. "Brenda..." she whispered again, and held her former tormentor close, letting the girl cry her heart out over all the horrible degradation she'd endured that day. For of all Brenda's classmates, Kimiko was the only one who could understand what she felt.

Finally, Brenda's sobs began to subside, and she became a little more aware of herself. "God, I hope no one sees me like this," Brenda moaned, sniffling. "It's so embarrassing."

Huh? More embarrassing than pissing yourself in class? thought Kimiko, bewildered, but she knew better than say it out loud. And then Kimiko blinked in astonishment as she suddenly realized that yes, for Brenda, breaking down and seeking comfort from someone else - especially someone whom she'd picked on days before - really was more embarrassing than going to the bathroom in her panties. "Come on, then," whispered Kimiko, helping Brenda to her feet. "I, do you want me to help you clean up?"

"S-sure," muttered Brenda, sounding uncertain of herself, but she allowed Kimiko to lead her to the showers. Her original burst of rage-fueled energy had left her, and she now walked slowly, in the waddling gait of a little girl with poopy panties. "Ugh... this is so gross..." she muttered.

"I know, Brenda," said Kimiko encouragingly. "Just keep going... we're almost there." She herself felt a little odd, trying to be the comforting one, but she had an example to look up to. Kimiko's roommate Bridget had helped her when she was feeling filthy and abused - now Kimiko was going to do the same for Brenda. It was as simple as that.

"Um... you can go now, Kimmy," Brenda said, as they walked into the showers. "I mean... ugh. Right, you're helping me clean up, right, right. Er... can you, uh, do it without looking? I mean..." Brenda was blushing hotly, and tugging down on the back of her skirt with both hands, clearly embarrassed at the idea of anyone seeing her soiled underwear.

"It's okay, Brenda," replied Kimiko, resting a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "I, Mr. Johnson made me poop my panties too, you know. Twice." The dark-haired Asian cringed visibly at the memory, then forced herself to be cheerful again. "So, um, you know, I don't mind. Let me help?" The girl's hand moved down to Brenda's wrist, the slender fingers wrapping gently around it.

Brenda stood there uncertainly for a moment, her mouth working. Finally, she murmured, "A-all right," she said, letting go of her skirt again. "B-but you mustn't make fun, all right?"

Kimiko knelt down beside Brenda and carefully unfastened her skirt, lowering it to the ground. Then she winced at the sight of the sagging, heavy brown mess in Brenda's panties, staining the white cotton, bits of brown muck oozing out of the leg holes; almost as bad was the front of her panties, which showed several concentric yellow rings along her belly, showing the high-water marks of the poor redhead's many wettings. "Oh god..." said Kimiko. "Th-that looks so horrible... God, that must feel awful..."

Brenda sobbed. "D-don't remind me!" she whimpered, putting her face into her hands and stepping away, groaning as the foul muck oozed around against her ass.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry, Brenda," gasped Kimiko, remembering herself. "Here..." And with that, Kimiko carefully eased the soiled garment down Brenda's legs, careful not to let any more of the filth get on her. Then she took several handfuls of toilet tissue and wiped some of the shit off the back of Brenda's thighs and her bottom. "There..." she said, trying not to breathe through her nose. "G-go on and get in the shower... I'll be right there." Kimiko lifted the poopy panties off the floor again and began to rinse them in the toilet.

"O-okay," said Brenda, blushing. She finished undressing while Kimiko's back was turned, and climbed into the shower. She sighed softly as the soothing warm water sprayed her messy bottom, beginning to rinse away what was left - and then shrieked in surprise as the shower curtain moved again, covering her body with both hands.

"It, it's just me," said Kimiko timidly, blushing herself, just as naked. "Um. I... I just thought I'd help you wash up too. You know. Um, I don't have to if you don't want me to..." Kimiko backed up a step, reaching to close the shower curtain again.

"N-no... it's okay... come on in, Kimmy... you just surprised me, is all," said Brenda, lowering her hands again. Kimiko's blush deepened as she got a better look at Brenda's nude form. Her classmate wasn't quite as pretty as her roommate Bridget, but she was still very attractive - soft-looking, full breasts just large enough to be firm without support, athletic thighs, a bushy tuft of hair 'down there'. Kimiko swallowed, and stepped into the shower, and began to soap Brenda's bottom with trembling, uncertain hands. She'd never touched another girl like this before, and she didn't understand why it made her all flushed and tingly. Just embarrassment, she thought.

Brenda flinched a little as Kimiko's hands brushed against her tush, but slowly she relaxed as she felt the little fingers wiping away the last of the filth. "Ugh... that was so horrible... I hope I never have to serve detention with Mr. Johnson again," she said, her voice quavering. "And, and having to shit myself wasn't the worst part either..."

"I know what you mean," Kimiko said fervently, as she paused to lather up her hands again, letting the shower rinse the suds off Brenda's rear.

"Y-you do?" asked Brenda, looking around. "Oh, of course you do, you said he made you shit yourself twice..." Her voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. "Did he come in your hair too?"

"My chest," said Kimiko, pouting. "And he took off my bra first. Said I didn't need to wear a bra and stuff, too." Kimiko began to scrub down Brenda's thighs, her hands shaking as she relived that humiliating memory.

"Well, you don't," said Brenda, matter of factly. "I mean, they aren't that big, they'd hardly jiggle at all."

"I know," whimpered Kimiko, her face scrunching up as she sniffled. "But he, but he didn't need to say it. I mean, they're growing ..." She looked up at Brenda. "It's not fair. You're the same age as me, but you've got such nice breasts..."

At the sight of Kimiko's miserable expression, the words Well, tough shit, you flat-chested little kid floated through Brenda's head. But she didn't say them. She wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the compliment to her own breasts, which she was quite proud of herself. Or maybe... maybe it was the way Kimiko was so nice to her. People weren't often nice to Brenda. It felt strange. It felt good. Instead of insulting the girl as she normally would have done, she found herself kneeling down beside Kimiko and saying, "Well... actually, I'm probably a year older than you. I... I had to repeat third grade.

"Oh," said Kimiko, looking a little happier, a little less jealous now of her classmate's superior tits. "Oh, okay. I'm... I'm sorry to hear that."

Again Brenda was momentarily bewildered by Kimiko's show of sympathy. "It, it's no big deal," she said, shaking her head. "Are... are you done washing me?"

"N-no..." said Kimiko. "There, there's one more place I need to wash you..." And with that, Kimiko reached a sudsy hand between Brenda's legs.

"H-hey! What're you doing? That's, that's, that's my pussy you're reaching for!" Brenda exclaimed, leaning back.

Kimiko's hand froze in mid-grope, then pulled back. "S-sorry! Sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..." she said, and then she blinked. "But Bridget washed me there, when I came back from Mr. Johnson's detention all messy. It... it must be okay, right? She's a senior, she wouldn't do something like that if it wasn't okay..."

"Really? Your roommate did that to you?" Brenda asked. "Well... I guess it's okay..." She relaxed, and leaned forward on the balls of her feet, presenting herself to be washed. "But be gentle..."

"Y-you sure?" Kimiko swallowed. "Okay, then..." And Kimiko reached down again, her slippery fingers brushing against Brenda's sex, as the younger girl tried her best to remember exactly how Bridget had done it. Her touch was inexpert, uncertain - but Brenda's puffy lips were very sensitive after having pissy panties clinging to them all day, and the first touch made Brenda gasp. "Aaah! Gentler... gentler..."

"O-okay," Kimiko said, and eased back even more, barely brushing the reddened folds. Slowly the soap and water began to rinse away the stinging dried piss under Kimiko's ever-so-gentle caresses.

"Oh, god, that's so much better..." breathed Brenda. "I had no idea how itchy I was down there..."

"Mmmn..." murmured Kimiko, soaping up her hand again. "I'm glad..." she whispered. Her fingers hesitated for a moment, then she remembered Bridget's ministrations, and gently caressed the top of Brenda's slit, just under her dark pubic hair.

"Aaaahn..." moaned Bridget, swaying backward and breathing harder, making her breasts rise and fall. "Oh wow... that's... that's... do that again..."

Kimiko brightened up a bit. "Okay," she said, and caressed her again, a little more firmly this time, a soapy fingertip slipping between Brenda's folds and running along her sensitive clit.

"Nnnnghn..." Brenda's toes curled, and her legs spread apart. "It... it feels like when I play with myself..." she murmured hoarsely.

"Y-you play with yourself?" Kimiko asked uncertainly. "My mom always said that was dirty..." Kimiko's young, slender digits continued to brush along Brenda's pussy, still very gently.

Brenda chuckled wryly. "Don't be silly, Kimmy. There's nothing wrong with it, you know. I'd teach you, but... mmmn... it feels like this roommate of yours already did..."

Kimiko blushed. "Oh..." she said, embarrased, drawing her hand back as she realized that she was actually masturbating another girl.

"N-no, no, don't stop, Kimmy, don't stop..." Brenda said anxiously. "Please... it's just starting to feel good..."

"Well... if you don't mind..." said Kimiko hesitantly, and began to stroke Brenda's crotch again, trying to remember how Bridget had done it. Yes... rub up and down along there... now put a finger in... what was the other thing? Oh yes... Kimiko scooted a little closer, her own little breasts pressing against Brenda's side, as she reached over the other girl's shoulder and began to caress Brenda's chest.

"Oh, woooow..." moaned Brenda, her eyes rolling up in her head. "Woow... you learn fast, Kimmy... that's so nice..." And because Brenda was used to having her own hands busy when her pussy was being played with, one free hand began to feel around behind her, groping fitfully between Kimiko's legs until she found the younger girl's own slit.

"B-brenda, I... mmmn..." gasped Kimiko, her blush redoubling, but she could hardly object, could she? Not while she had her own hand between Brenda's legs... but the pleasure distracted Kimiko, and her fingers began to fumble along Brenda's sex, as if they'd forgotten where the clit was.

"N-no, Kimmy... up at the top... that's it... yeah..." Brenda coached, even as she began to finger-fuck her former teasing victim, groaning in pleasure as Kimiko's inexpert fingers picked up the technique again.

"Nnnh..." Kimiko moaned, slowly rubbing her chest against Brenda's side as the desire overtook her, and she began to fondle Brenda's larger bosom more fervently, barely remembering through the haze of lust that she was supposed to caress the nipple with two fingers.

"Oh, god, Kimmy, yer an expert..." moaned Brenda, thrusting her hips against Kimiko's hand even as Kimiko had begun to press a second finger in. Kimiko wasn't prepared for this, but the motion pressed Brenda's swelling clit between the other girl's fingers, making the redhead squirm and writhe in pleasure.

"Buh, buh, Brenda..." blubbered Kimiko incoherently, quickly going wild with desire - her classmate's fingers actually knew their way around a girl's pussy better than Kimiko's did, and Kimiko forgot all the technique she'd learned from Bridget's tender molestation, and she leaned her slender body into Brenda's side, humping and grinding, her fingers now blindly fumbling around Brenda's sensitive places.

But Brenda was so close anyway, even Kimiko's now-clumsy groping felt delicious, and it wasn't a few seconds more before both girls were crying out in pleasure, squirming and writhing, both their slits flooding with sticky hot cream, before the two girls collapsed into a tangled heap of bodies, leaning against each other and panting as the shower water washed over them both.

"Oh, wow... I've... I've never done that with another girl before..." murmured Brenda, as Kimiko's head flopped against her shoulder.

"Yeah... wow..." murmured Kimiko. Then she blinked. "Um... does this mean, I mean, uh, when we... like just now..." she stuttered, bewildered and nervous even through the afterglow of her orgasm.

"Sssh... it's okay, Kimmy... there's nothing wrong with it..." said Brenda. And impulsively, she leaned down and kissed Kimiko full on the lips.

"Mmmh?" exclaimed Kimiko, as she found her lips enveloped all of a sudden. M-my first kiss? With a girl? wondered Kimiko. But it felt... right , somehow. Maybe it was just the orgasm talking, but... nothing that felt as good as this could be wrong, could it?

Eventually, Brenda broke off the kiss, blushing hotly herself. "Y-you won't tell anyone, will you?" said Brenda. "I mean, not that there's anything wrong with it, but... what was that?" she added suddenly, turning her head toward the shower curtain.

Kimiko blinked, still blushing, and looked at the curtain herself. Eventually she said, "I didn't see anything..."

"Me either," admitted Brenda. "I just thought I saw something move... oh, never mind," she said, turning toward Kimiko again. "At least I'm all clean now, right, Kimmy?" she went on, smiling. And then her face turned grey with horror and she started to tear up again. "Oh god... tomorrow..."

Kimiko sat up and hugged Brenda tight. "I know... I know... but I'll be there for you, right? I know, I know I can't help you during the day, but as soon as school's out, I'll help you clean up again, okay?"

Brenda clung to Kimiko, trembling in dread of spending another whole school day wetting and soiling herself. But eventually she relaxed, burying her face in Kimiko's shoulder. "Well... okay... but only if you clean me up the same way you did today, okay?"

Kimiko looked down at Brenda, pop-eyed... and then both of them collapsed in girlish giggles, clinging to each other like the lovers they'd somehow become, as the cleansing hot water poured over both of them.

Bridget sneaked quietly back out of the bathroom, giggling to herself, her footsteps obscured by the noise of the shower. So my adorable little roomie's already seduced someone, she thought. And this Brenda girl's a cutie, too. I'm almost jealous. Bridget grinned to herself as she heard the giggling erupt behind her. Maybe next time I can surprise them both, teach them a little more... But first, I'd better go look up who Brenda's roommate is. I don't want to go poaching on her turf... Bridget walked back to the dorm room, already plotting how she was going to further introduce her pretty young roommate into the wonders of sex... just like Bridget's roommate had done for her three years before.