Lily (Part 2)

The next morning, when Lingjing opened her eyes and saw the state of things around her, her face instantly flushed crimson again.

After all the fooling around last night, the entire bed was a complete mess, strewn with pillows, condoms, videotapes, and both girls' pajamas. Both girls were bare from the waist up, wearing only little white panties below, wrapped around each other like octopuses. Huaisha had one hand gripping Lingjing's still-developing breast, while one of Lingjing's hands had slipped rather restlessly into Shasha's panties, lightly trapped between her legs.

Oh no... what exactly happened last night...

There was simply no way to disentangle herself from that position. She only remembered that after watching those videotapes last night, the two girls had started playfully wrestling around. Shasha had pinned her to the bed, and she had refused to be outdone. They had copied what they saw on television, touching and squeezing each other, but it had only felt embarrassing and ticklish. After a round of giggling and laughing, they had drifted off to sleep like that...

Her thoughts in complete turmoil, the girl bit her lower lip until it turned pale, trying to quietly break free from Shasha's embrace. But moments later, she still woke the girl sleeping in her arms. With a soft "Mm," they opened their eyes and stared at each other in silence for a long while.

"Ah... Lingjing, you..."

"I... I..."

Their naked bodies sprang apart as though released from springs. Both of them blushed as red as if they had been drenched in tomato juice. After quite some time, Shasha was the first to regain her composure and moved toward Lingjing with the blanket wrapped around her.

"We... nothing happened last night..."

"Nothing happened... nothing happened..." Lingjing shook her little head like a rattle in agreement.

"We're... both girls, so..."

"It's fine... we... didn't do anything..."

They reassured each other sentence by sentence. As they each picked up their pajamas to put them back on, Lingjing suddenly said in a tearful voice, "Oh... oh no, Shasha. Could we... could we not be virgins anymore..."

"Huh?" Shasha swallowed hard. "N-No... we wouldn't..."

"But... we watched that kind of movie last night, and then... then we did those things..."

"B-But..."

There were no sex education classes at school then, and society was extremely conservative as well. The two girls, who knew nothing at all, flushed bright red and looked ready to burst into tears. Then Lingjing suddenly remembered something. "Right, right! I once read one of Mom's books. It said virgins all have... have a hymen. Maybe... maybe we can see it..."

"Oh, right, right, I've heard that too. Then... Lingjing, do you know how to check?"

"I... I put the book down as soon as I saw that kind of thing. How would I know... But... but we can try looking. Maybe it'll be easy to recognize. I'll check for you first, then you check for me..."

"Okay, okay..." After sitting there red-faced and thinking for a long time, Shasha finally sat on the bedside table like she was going to her execution. Shyly slipping off her panties, she then gritted her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut, and spread her legs in front of Lingjing.

"I... I don't know how to check either, but..." Blushing furiously, Lingjing reached out with trembling hands.

"D-Don't talk... Don't, don't touch randomly... ah... Don't, don't put your hand in there... ah..." Her voice carried a sobbing edge, while the usually domineering Shasha panted softly. It was truly a rare sight, but the only witness was also in utter turmoil, just one step away from crying herself.

"I... I didn't put it in... I'm being really careful... But I don't dare use too much force. What if I break it... Ah, I can't see inside clearly. I... I need a flashlight..." After examining her for ages, Lingjing lifted her head from between Shasha's legs. Shasha had thought that whether she stretched out her neck or pulled it back, the blade would still fall, so she might as well get it over with in one go. Who would have thought she would have to endure it all over again? As she opened the bedside table to look for a flashlight, tears already swirled in her eyes. Then she suddenly remembered something. "Right! I... I heard a girl bleeds the first time, and it hurts too. We didn't hurt last night, so hurry and see if there's any blood..."

At her reminder, the two girls began turning the bed upside down in search of bloodstains. Only after a long while did they finally confirm that it had all been a false alarm. Lingjing was now wearing only her panties, while Shasha was completely naked. The two fair-skinned girls hugged each other on the bed and cheered. After a while, a mischievous smile appeared on Shasha's face. "Right, you looked at mine just now... Now... now I'm going to look at yours too..."

"Haha, no..."

"I am. Don't think you can run..."

"Ah—help—"

After a brief tumble on the bed, Lingjing, despite having practiced some martial arts, was simply no match for Shasha in strength. With a series of flying pounces, tickling attacks, and bites, Shasha quickly pinned Lingjing to the bed. Lingjing was happy too, laughing as she struggled. Before long, Shasha had stripped off her panties, leaving her like a little white lamb.

"Haha, stop it! Help—"

"Who are you calling for help? Jiaming? I'm going to look. I'm going to look..."

"No..."

Lingjing lay on her side, one leg propped high over Shasha's shoulder. Shasha tried to push it up higher, but Lingjing held Shasha's head in both hands, refusing to let her lower herself. The stalemate continued until, with a bang, the door opened.

"What are you two doing in there? Breakfast, I already..."

The innocent student Jiaming appeared in the doorway with a glass of milk in hand. Then came a spluttering sound as Jiaming, who had been pouring milk into his mouth, abruptly sprayed it out, splashing his entire face and head with the milky white liquid.

He was genuinely frightened. This was absolutely the most shocking sight he had seen since being reborn.

Drip, drip...

Inside the room, the two girls were tangled together in an incredibly provocative position. Lingjing's right leg was raised high, leaving everything between her legs plainly visible. Shasha was naked as well, her head held up by Lingjing's hands. Though neither girl had fully developed yet, their chests had already begun to swell in a naturally alluring, well-proportioned way. Now, both of them stared toward the doorway in the same awkward posture.

As for Jiaming at the door, he stood there dumbfounded for quite a while before finally being the first to come to his senses. With the milk glass still pressed to his lips, he closed the door and let out an uncontrollable low laugh.

"Ah—"

"Get out—"

The two girls screamed loudly, hurling pillows, videotapes, pajamas, and panties at the door. Outside the room came Jiaming's uncontrollable laughter.

After throwing everything they could lay their hands on, the two girls gradually calmed down. They looked at each other with flushed faces, then silently dressed themselves. Shasha wore a sharp-looking pair of boys' suit trousers with a shirt and vest, giving her the neat, capable look of a cowboy. Lingjing put on the pale blue floral dress she had worn yesterday, then sat by the bed, covered her face, and began to cry softly.