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Aisha stared at the swinging door to the locker-room. She couldn't believe this. "GOD, just when you think someone out there really gives a shit, it gets shoved back in your face," she muttered under her breath. It was then that she realized that someone was watching her. Turning, she saw Lindsay. How does she take off all that eyeliner? She wondered silently.

Lindsay cleared her throat.

"So what happened in the caf today? I heard Jason went psycho on this guy named Jie. What's the story?" She then knew that she had asked to much. Dammit, that's what I get for being stoned last night!

"I don't really know anything about that. But not to change the subject so suddenly, what the fuck were you doing with my best friend?! Did you get your fun out of her for shits and giggles, just like the rest of your whore friends?!" Aisha's eyes were on fire, she had to deal with the pain somehow.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Lindsay half-whispered. This was the last thing that she needed to have on her social record. NOT.

"You know exactly what the fuck I am talking about, shitface. Don't do it EVER again, or you might have to write your suicide note to your mommy and daddy earlier than you might expect." With that said, Aisha stomped over to her locker and proceeded to undress.

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Lindsay quietly unbuttoned her silk blouse, making sure to face her locker. Her midnight-black hair unraveled from her loose bun as she pulled out the elastic ponytail holder. She looked down at her black lace-up pants, letting her hair fall and create a curtain around her pale face. Her eyes followed the sound of a zipper, her mind had to be playing tricks with her again. She yanked the bow loose, and pulled her pants down slowly. She quickly pulled her lace g-string down from between her legs, and unhooked her bra from the front. She then grabbed the towel to the right of her panties, but instead had touched soft skin. Her mind jumped as soon as her body did, and she looked up slowly.

"Hey, uhhmm...it's okay if you wanna use my towel, but just let me introduce myself first."

"I'm Rachel." And she smiled.

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Lindsay blushed, the color was bright against the pale skin on her face. She tilted her chin to the side ever so slightly and said, "Hey, my name is Lyndsay, but I also go by an assortment of other names, such as-but not limited to: slut, whore, brother banger (not true), druggie, loser, two-faced-bitch, etc. None of those names portray me for who I am, at least, not for now. Maybe I'll become satanic er something, give them something to REALLY talk about, and god, it might be ACTUALLY TRUE!!!"

"Ohhh..." Rachel smirked and nodded. She had just moved her last week, so she didn't know what the hell she was talking about. I guess I'll just pretend then, she had become good at that ever since her brother had molested her. She laughed out loud.

"What?"

"Oh, umm nothing, nothing at all." Rachel had to think of something else. If her brother had not of done that, she probably wouldn't be a lesbian, and she wouldn't be watching girls in the locker-room undress and take showers. And she for sure would NOT be hitting on a pale gothic girl with almost no clothing on. She turned away, and took off the rest of her clothes, grabbed a flourescent white towel, and laughed while on the way to the showers.

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Lyndsay breathed a sigh of relief as Rachel walked off, glad the confrentation was over with. She glanced in the direction of the showers and spotted Rachel, her hair soaked with the hot water, and her nude body was as steamy as the water. Lyndsay tried not to hyperventilate as her eyes outline the firmed and toned body. From her wet eyelashes to her smoothed breasts, all the way to her pierced navel and her smooth calves. Lyndsay tried not to stare, as she saw Rachel had both nipples pierced, and a tattoo of a burning angel on her left hip, and a pentagram on the lower buttock. Not to mention the one of a slain butterfly on her right breast, on the nipple, with the nipple ring being a reinstone, making the butterfly's wing sparkle as if the ring was rain. Lyndsay stood up slowly, not sure if her legs would hold her up or not, and walked omniously toward the showers

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Rachel flipped her hair over, her head heavy from holding up the weight of it. She stooped over to pick up her conditioner from the shower floor, not noticing the figure staring at her from behind.

"Need some help there?" Lyndsay wispered softly. This was quite a step for her.

"Uhhhm--uhhh-I-uhhh..." Rachel jumped up immediatly, dropping the conditioner and knocking the bar of soap out of the soap dish, the dish clattered to the floor soon after.

Rachel stared as Lyndsay held her towel loosly around her body that was covered in dew from the shower, as Lyndsay bent over and picked up the soap and conditioner in one swipe, "accidently" dropping her towel, ever so innocently.

"Rachel, I believe we have some unfinished buisness to do today." A grin spread across her full lips, she had not bothered to pick up her towel off the floor, because it was already soaked from the shower.

"I believe we do." Rachel replied as she pulled Lyndsay by the back of her hips closer to her.

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Rachel found herself in a passionate liplock with the hottest girl she has ever seen. Their lips entertwined with the other's and when the turned into french school girls, she did not hesitate to return the daring move. Her hands quickly lowered down the small of Lyndsay's back, as she clenched her other hand around her soft left breast, a small moan came from Lyndsay.

Lyndsay grabbed Rachel and swung her to the shower wall, ever so gently, and her nude body pressed against Rachel's as her nipples lost their softness. Goosebumps ran up and down her spine, and her heart raced, she had no idea why she did what she did next...