Heather looked at Michelle. "Are you ready?"
She nodded her head yes and Heather walked past, grabbing her hand and pulling her from her room and down the hallway, down the stairs (the feeling of her breasts bouncing was quite distracting) and into the kitchen, where two plates of bacon eggs and toast were placed.
"Alright, girls..." Heather's mom trailed off. "I have to get to the office. Heather, make sure you leave on time, and lock he doors. Don't forget to get Michelle her things after school." Before the two could utter so much as an affirmative, she was out the door.
With nothing else to do, and being quiet hungry, they sat down to eat their breakfast. Michelle was very surprised when she found herself full after only three strips of bacon, one of her eggs and a half a piece of toast. At least she managed to finish off her orange juice. After they were finished, they had about 15 minutes left before they had to leave. Heather went back upstairs, and Michelle ventured in to the downstairs bathroom for her first experience with her rearranged waste management system.
She sat to pee. It did feel weird. More dripping, than a stream, so much, before she wiped. It felt weird to her. A little gross, yes, but at the same time, intimate, even vulnerable. She sat and looked at it for a moment, in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.
It was like a delicate flower hiding the mysteries of her sex beneath a seductive grin. It was cupped elegantly by a neat strip of dark brown pubic hair. Curious, she slid a hand down her abdomen, over her landing strip, and slipped her index finger into the lips of her nether region.
She explored a little feeling around until she found a particular hood of skin. Her finger passed over a sensitive nub, and she shuddered as a wave of pleasure shot up her spine. She involuntarily arched her back and felt her nipples harden."Oh, my God!" She moaned. Suddenly, there came a knock on the door.
"Eep!" Michelle jumped, pulling her hand away like it was on a hot stove.
"Hey." Heather called from the other side of the door. "I got our bags ready to go. I also pulled out your class schedule, too. We're ready to go when you are."
"Uh...yeah, OK. Just a moment..." Michelle replied, quickly pulling the black French cut panties back up, and around her waist. She struggled with the pants just a little, then re strapped the belt.
She opened the door to stand face to face with Heather. She had a sympathetic look on her face. "You...ready?" She asked.
"Uh...yeah...let's go." Michelle replied. She tried to push past her, but Heather put a hand on her shoulder.
"Your blushing!" she challenged, an odd smirk on her face.
"What? No, I-" Michelle began to argue.
"You are! Were you...you know..." she prodded.
I wasn't, I swear!" Michelle proclaimed, blushing furiously.
She gave Michelle a sly look, but didn't press the issue. "You said I had a schedule?" Michelle asked, changing the subject. Heather handed over the schedule as they walked out to the car. Michelle began looking over it. She still had allot of the same classes, but at different times. Today, she started with home EC, then she had her biology class, and finally her health class.
Then tomorrow, she would have her history class, math class, and then gym. "Hey...I think we have the same schedule, now..." She noted when they reached stop sign. She showed Heather the schedule.
"Yeah, that's weird..." Was all she could say. "I guess just follow me."
