Teneille let herself in to Rebekah Emily's room as usual, placing her book bag on the bed and sitting down. Showering sounds told her that her friend from grade school was busy, but the occasional, strange moaning made her think twice about what was going on. Was Rebekah Emily playing with herself in there?
The thought made her blush. She had always had a thing for other girls, and Rebekah Emily was certainly a girl she couldn't help but notice. So often she had dreamt half-awake of sliding under the silk sheets with her friend and intertwining that athletic little bombshell with her own long, elegant form. She was tall, 5' 11", and not as noticed by the boys because she didn't want to be- always hiding her gorgeous shapely legs, wide, full woman's hips and smal waist, topped by a lovely set of C-cup breasts, under sweaters. She always had her hair up and wore thick glasses to give off that "academic" look that kept people un-interested.
But if only her best friend noticed her, in that way.
She noticed the strange necklace lying on the bed, and feeling strangely compelled, she picked it up and put it on.
She felt a tingling, then a buzzing, then a veritable throbbing low down through her breasts and into her womanhood. Wringing her elegant hands together, she kneaded her knees and shifted her hips in their pencil-miniskirt she was wearing, stockings sliding against themselves as she gasped in pleasure.
Something was happening!
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