1. Bitch, I Love You


    Date: 12/1/2023, Categories: Group Sex Author: bycountdowntolov3 

    ... My book was open too, but Heather had just shoved nucleotide conversion straight out of my brain.

I made a face. "Messy."

"But kinda hot? Ha! You blushed, bitch!"

"I don't think I want a cream pie from Davin," I said.

"Well you'd better come round to it. Because I'm gonna have him pump you full."

I looked down at my textbook. 'Nucleic acids form the basic building blocks of many structures, not the least of which is DNA,' it read. Well fuck.

Heather flopped onto her side, loud and dramatic so that I'd look back up at her. "Hey girl, it's no fun if you don't hit back," she said.

Her hair tumbled effortlessly to coil up on my bed. It curled satin soft, as if to highlight how cheap my cotton sheets were by comparison. I'd tried Heather's hair care routine once, stuck with it for a whole month, but it hadn't amounted to anything worth the effort. Which was probably for the best. I would have had to start adding color to my wardrobe. Punk rock and bouncy curls didn't mix. But now, I wasn't just imagining running my fingers through my friend's hair in envy. I was picturing myself brushing a perfect golden hoop away from green eyes.

"Fine then," I said. And surprising myself by even having said those two words, I let my mouth keep tumbling on to finish the dirty thought I'd figured I was too afraid to speak, "But you have to eat it."

"Ew. Gross," Heather said.

"You wanted me to hit back," I said, seeking to cover my embarrassment with the thrill of ...
    ... victory.

Heather was looking at me funny, fixing me with something between a glare and— well, I wasn't sure what else. "Fine," she said, "I'll do it. But only so you stop being smug."

"Wait, for real?"

"Yeah," she flicked her hair like she was brushing away stray leaves. "It's, whatever."

I tried not to let my shock show. It was instinctual, not to let Heather win. Because I knew that's all she was doing, trying to win. At least, I thought so. "Heather," I said slowly. "Do you like girls?" What I wanted to say was, 'Do you like me?' But that seemed a little much.

Heather pinched the bridge of her nose. "Do you like it up the butt?" she asked, in retort.

"No," I said, confused. She knew I wasn't a fan. Though I would grit my teeth through it for special boys on even more special occasions. And I didn't have anything against the idea of it. The mechanics were just—

"But you're gonna let Davin shove it up there anyway."

"Shove?!"

"And you're kinda excited about it."

"Maybe, a little," I admitted. There was no use trying to lie through my blush.

"Well, it's like that," Heather said.

We stared at each other. Her, trying to telepath some abstract idea between us. Me, mostly blank, totally lost.

Heather sighed. "You don't get it, do you." She slid off my bed, curls pooling behind her before dutifully bouncing along behind.

I watched her lips, glossed pink, as they got closer and closer. She pulled herself right up to me, her hands on the ...
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