Then Maddie said aggressively “that frigid bitch better not tell on us”. The skin around the base of the nipple was pushed up the size of a ping-pong ball with the nipple as large as a thimble on top of that, like a tiny breast on top of a flat breast. Lizzie stared dead ahead and, not looking at Maddie in the aisle, nodded. She was moving her thumb over her pussy as the tips of her fingers tugged on and held the swollen head of my cock. I looked up and down the line of girls, desperately hoping I’d get Lizzie. She gasped. I forgot about Lizzie as I turned with everyone else to watch Maddie kiss Jamie. Kids from town were asking to join the club too. She looked up and transfixed me with a piecing giggly stare “You sure you’re not my knight, Will?”. Mum said to me “eh, are you two in any of the same classes, dear?”. I didn’t really follow along, I was too busy drinking in the profile of Lizzie as she sat quite still hunched forward, her face looking slightly
