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Paige and Missy had never been close. Paige was often around, one-upping Sheldon, which suited Missy just fine. Someone had to put him in his place, and she loved that it was a girl. And when her parents got divorced, Paige turned into kind of a bad girl. She was off at college, but not in the goody-two-shoes way Sheldon was. She was behaving much more like a typical college kid, despite being only 14. She was drinking, smoking, going to parties, and hooking up with people who were way too old for her. She was also experimenting.
One weekend, Sheldon let slip to Missy about a college party he had heard about. He wasn’t planning on going, obviously, but Missy was. When he caught her sneaking out the window, he nearly ran blabbing to their mom. But Missy was able to convince him that he could just chaperone her and it would be fine. He reluctantly agreed. He said it would be an anthropological experiment.
When they got to the party, things were already pretty wild. It took a lot of literal arm twisting for Missy to get Sheldon in the door. Once he was in, Missy quickly lost him behind a pillar. She then set off exploring. She made her way into the kitchen and picked up a red solo cup. It was half-filled with warm beer. She took a sip and grimaced, but tried to play it cool. She wandered out into the living room where there was a crowd gathered. She pushed her way through and saw what was at the centre. There was a girl with a blond bob, being held up by her ankles, doing a keg stand! Her top was fully ridden up, with a pale purple bra and belly button piercing on full display. Her skirt was similarly inverted, and Missy saw her firm asscheeks peeking out from around a pair of striped panties. Missy felt her heart flutter a bit at the sight of those cheeks.
She turned bright red when the blond girl flipped back over and it was Paige! Paige steadied herself and looked out at the crowd. Her eyes widened and she smiled when she saw Missy. She ran up to her, wrapping her arms around her neck. She fell into the brunette, slurring, “Missy, I can’t believe you’re here!” Missy recoiled slightly from the blonde's boozy breath, but Paige didn’t seem to notice. “Let me show ya around!”
Paige put her arm around Missy’s shoulder, as though she were her cool older sister, and led her through the party. She batted away a few wandering hands that reached out to grab at Missy, not wanting them to scare the newbie away. They eventually snaked their way to the back of the house, to one of the bedrooms. Paige opened the door, relieved to find the room empty. She guided Missy to the bed and sat down beside her.
“I’m sooo happy to see you!” Paige said, a little too enthusiastically.
“I’m happy to see you, too. To be honest, I was kind of overwhelmed by the whole party. I’m glad to see a familiar face.”
“Glad I could oblige,” Paige said, scooting a bit closer to Missy.
“So is this what college is like?” Missy asked?
“It is if you want it to be,” Paige replied. “Or you can be a goody-two-shoes like your stupid brother and never have any fun.”
“Well, it was him who told me about the party,” Missy retorted, surprised to find herself defending her brother.
“Well, good for him, I guess.”
“So, like, do you kiss boys at these parties?” Missy asked, blushing a bit.
“Kiss, other stuff,” Paige said, winking. “And not just boys.” And with that, she closed the remaining distance between her and Missy and captured her lips in a kiss. She felt the other girl seize up and try to pull away, but Paige, even in her tipsy state, was quicker, and grabbed the sides of her face, pulling her in closer.
Paige felt Missy’s cheeks burning beneath her hands, but she also didn’t feel her pulling away, so she pushed further, pushing Missy down onto the bed, kissing her deeper. She pulled away for a second to catch her breath, and the brunette girl raised her head slightly to capture Paige’s lips once again.
Missy’s chest was heaving, her heart racing, as she found her hands working their way under Paige’s soft t-shirt and up her smooth back. She reached the blond girl’s bra and quickly snapped the clasp. She felt it fall away beneath her fingers. Paige sat up slightly, pulling her shirt and bra off in one smooth motion. Missy was left staring at her pale breasts. She couldn’t stare long, as her vision was obstructed by her own shirt and bra being pulled over her head. Before she knew it, Paige was back on top of her, her lips around Missy’s soft nipple, kissing one while gently massaging the other.
Missy’s back arched to be closer to Paige, who was making her way down the brunette girl’s body. She reached the top of her daisy dukes and looked up quizzically at Missy. Missy met her eyes, bit her lip, and nodded. Paige quickly undid the button and zipper and pulled down the shorts, along with the underwear underneath. She marveled at the sight beneath her. There was plenty of hair obscuring the treasure below, with Missy clearly not yet learning about the latest trends.
Paige gently brushed against Missy’s tight folds, eyes locked on the brunette girl’s face to judge her reaction. When Missy closed her eyes and let out a soft moan, Paige knew she could continue. She lowered her mouth between the other girl’s legs and slowly began exploring. It was immediately clear to Paige that she was the first person to breach this boundary, as Missy was both incredibly tight and sensitive. Even the lightest brush with either finger or tongue made her squirm.
Paige cautiously parted Missy’s outer lips and darted her tongue in and out her pussy. Missy moaned, louder this time, and arched towards Paige’s mouth. She took this as a sign to press forward and continued her ministrations. She brought up one neatly manicured finger and gently inserted it into the other girl’s hole. She used her thumb to gently massage her clit, while Paige’s other hand found its way into her own shorts, where it found her pussy dripping with anticipation.
Feeling Missy reaching her peak, Paige decided she wanted to try something she had only read about in a magazine—scissoring. She sat up, leaving Missy crying out from the sudden loss of contact. Paige quickly did away with her own bottoms and lay down beside Missy on the bed. “Do you trust me?” the blonde girl whispered in the other’s ear. Missy nodded hazily.
Paige quickly moved into position and began slowly grinding her pussy against Missy’s. She heard the other girl moan, even if she did not find it particularly gratifying. Call it beginner’s luck I guess. She continued grinding, slowly getting faster, when all of a sudden…
“Missy?! Paige?! What’s going on here!” Sheldon exclaimed, standing in the doorway. Paige froze, looking at the intruder in horror. Missy was so caught up in sensations that even the presence of her twin brother could not stop the orgasm that washed over her. She came, loudly and wetly, all across Paige’s legs and the sheets of whatever poor sucker’s room they were in. Paige grabbed a pillow and flung it at Sheldon, who turned and ran, screaming, leaving the door open.
As Missy was coming down from her orgasm, she remembered where she was, who she was with, and what was happening. She shot up, hastily trying to cover herself, as onlookers from the party, drawn by Sheldon’s screams, made their way into the doorway. They looked on eagerly at the two naked girls, and Paige could hear calls of “Dyke!” and “Why’d you stop?!” coming from the crowd. She jumped up and slammed the door shut, then wedged a chair under the handle to ensure no one else would get in.
Missy was sitting up in the bed, a bit shellshocked from what had gone down. Paige sat down beside her, offering her her t-shirt to slip back on. Missy accepted, then stood up and gathered the rest of her clothes. She looked at the barricaded door and said, “How are we gonna get out of here? I cannot walk back through that party.” Paige, now dressed again, moved over to the window. She jimmied it open and slipped out. She gestured to Missy to join her. Missy looked out the window, saw that no one was around, and crawled out.