Locker Room Talk

'Jeepers, Steve!' Biff giggled. 'Do you want Sarah to get fresh with you?'
The two were alone in the locker room after cheerleading practice, their knee-length poodle skirts sitting back in their lockers.
Biff snapped his pearls back around his neck, completing his customary image of boyish sweetness - his hair curled up, his blossoming figure encased in a belted ankle-length pink dress and frilly petticoat, his buttons done up high over his pointy bosoms.
Steve was leaning close to the mirror, making eyes at himself as he finished applying blood red lipstick to his plump lips, topless but for his vast lacy black bullet bra, his pencil-skirt pulling in tight against the bombshell curve of his boyish hips and glorious ass.
'So what if I do, Biff? A boy's gotta keep his girl somehow! Don't be such a wet blanket'
Biff bit cutely at his lip as he silently examined his friend's over-generous breasts, poking from that slender chest like two misplaced traffic cones.
He'd always been secretly jealous that Steve was such a Sweater Boy, he even suspected that that was how he'd caught Sarah McMillan's attention.
Steve pulled on his blue angora sweater. 'Anyway, it's not Sarah hasn't spent a lot of time at second base...'
Biff gasped, scandalised, then giggled prettily. 'Oh, you HUSSY!' he breathed.
Steve giggled back and the two of them picked up their purses and began to mince towards the door. Biff taking little steps in his heels in a delicately proper fashion, Steve swaying his derriére like the insatiable little sex-kitten that everyone knew he was...