She dropped her bag to the ground with a thunk, closing the door behind her. Seconds later her uniform shirt landed in the hamper with a soft whoomp. It had been a good day mostly. But still. There was frustration in her movements. Catching sight of her reflection in her little pink mirror, she paused to fix her hair, pink glossed lips pouting. The little whisps had to fall out of her high ponytail just so, otherwise there was no point in borrowing her friend Megan’s fluffy pink scrunchie. Megan. She huffed as she sat down on the floor to take off her Mary Janes. Megan didn’t even have to try to be pretty. She pushed down her stockings and tossed them away. It was effortless, for Megan. She turned to hug her gigantic bear, sitting on the floor next to her. Why couldn’t she be that pretty. Megan had a smile like sunshine. And the softest prettiest honey colored hair. She could never get enough of watching Megan move either. It was elegant, how her fingers curled around a pen, or how she could actually kick the ball in gym class without looking like an idiot. She buried her face deeper into the soft bear. They had had gym today. Megan still looked good in gym class. She looked like a tomato but Megan. Megan didn’t sweat so much as glisten in the sunlight. After gym sometimes she’d splash herself with water... it would drip down onto her shirt. Megan didn’t even notice, but she, she was mesmerized. And when they got to the locker room? Megan would always strip with ease. So tall and not at all self conscious. She couldn’t help but sneak looks at her friend as they chatted away. The way her hips looked over the edge of her panties. The way Megan’s chest bounced as she shifted up her skirt. She sighed, thinking about how jealous she had been, how she couldn’t stop staring at them, the way they jiggled. She tried to adjust, to hug the bear better-she needed the comfort after such a green with envy day-but. But that felt funny. Why did that feel funny? She blushed. Oh. She had rubbed her center on the leg of the bear when trying to get comfortable. Embarrassed, she hid her face in the bear and went back to thinking about Megan. How she filled out her shirt so nicely. How good her long legs looked in their tights. Her hips started to move, almost against her will. But. It felt good. The bear was soft in between her thighs and her chest felt tingly on the bears side. She supposed, after such a tough day, that it didn’t really matter if she wasn’t supposed to touch that. It felt nice. She deserved to feel nice. She let her thoughts returned to Megan, how her ass peaked out of her skirt when she bent over, and her hips started moving again. This time they shifted back and forth, back and forth, and ohhh. Oohhhhh. Did that feel good. She stopped focusing on her day even stopped focusing on Megan. It felt good. It felt really good. She wanted to try it again. Back And forth Back And forth Yes, it didn’t just feel good, it felt really good. She wanted more. She wanted faster. Her hips picked up speed, steadily heading towards a total lack of restraint. Wow that felt good... Faster. She was very aware of her chest, how every brush against the soft bear made her feel better. Faster. Maybe if she touched her chest, that would feel good too. Faster ,faster, faster. In just a few seconds she had gone from cuddling, to arching into the bear and grabbing one of her tits, eyes closed and rubbing herself on the bears leg with total abandon. She gasped raggedly and let out soft little moans and wondered if Megan had ever done this. She didn’t know how long she was there. She just knew the heat between her legs was growing, growing, growing. Something was building. She didn’t know what it was but she wanted to find out. And then, right as things seemed to be about to reach a boiling point, she heard a noise that made her freeze. Someone had shut her door behind them and was standing in her room.