1. Bitch, I Love You


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

    ... ranking to reflect.

It was fun, in a mean girls kind of way, ranking our classmates as they stepped up to present. The guys, at least. Heather wouldn't let me add the girls to our list. Except for Sophie Burnheart, who I gave a '15' and some little hearts. Heather let that one slide because she knew it was accurate. Though she did hiss, "You're such a lesbo."

"Don't say it like that."

"What do you want me to say? Gayyy?" Heather drew out the word into a nasally parody.

"You don't have to say anything, I can just be bi," I said, feeling that maybe whispered conversation in the back of mammalian anatomy class wasn't the ideal venue for this convo. Fortunately, Kyle Rook was about to present. So I didn't have to come up with my own distraction.

Kyle, who everyone just called Rook, was captain of the wrestling team, as a junior. I gathered he wasn't even that amazing a wrestler—though he sure looked like he would be. But the way the other guys looked to him for direction, and how easily he gave it, with authority, but not in a dickish way. Yum.

After some deliberation, which involved a lot of pencil grabbing, Kyle ended up with a '9.5'.

"Damn," said Heather.

"He's dating Aligasha, anyway. But, like, we could totally pull a nine-point-five," I was getting into the grade school rating system.

Heather considered our two '8's on the page, pencil poised to cross them out.

"Dude. Think about it," I said. "As a package we could have literally anyone on ...
    ... campus."

I could see the possibilities starting to take shape behind Heather's emerald eyes. She put a little heart next to Kyle's name.

"Girlfriend," I reminded her.

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"You know I'm cool with you liking girls," Heather said. We were walking between classes, lugging our bags down the barely maintained asphalt path. There weren't that many people around. And it wasn't like I really cared who knew. Still, it seemed like the kinda thing she should have lowered her voice for.

"Oh yeah?" I said, a little more icily than I'd intended. "Because you sure keep bringing it up."

"Woah, back off bitch. You don't think it's super fucking relevant?"

I side eyed her. She glared at me. We weren't fighting. Not yet. But she was ready to spark up if I rose to the bait.

Some girls, or just people for that matter, would be put off by Heather's scrappiness. But by now I knew it was mostly insecurity. I rolled my eyes at her. "You're actually super into this aren't you?"

"No shit. I've been thinking about it all day." She flapped her skirt dramatically. "I should have worn a pad. Have you not? Are you fucking welching on me?"

"Woah, easy dude. I'm a sop show too." It was true. "It's just, kinda crazy, you know."

"Right?" Heather agreed, finally softening.

"Also, I don't—" I picked through words carefully, "I don't see what you get out of it?"

"What? Because I'm not into you?"

"Fuck you too. Girls in general, I mean."

Heather rubbed her temples like she ...
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