ProfNigma Stories #8: Blame It On Me #8 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #8: Blame It On Me #8

... making me lose my appetite." "Jade…" Cat said, trying to calm her friend but it was no good. "Just relax…" "You should listen to the firecrotch, home girl," Kelly said, clearly egging Jade on. "You probably just need a good lay. That's what makes me so chill." "Stop it, both of you." Finally, Beck had had enough and was ready to drop this before this went any further, but it was far too late to stop the coming storm. "A good lay?!" Jade practically shouted, earning glances all around as she stood up to tower over the fit blonde, while pointing. "You are aware that I used to be his 'lay,' right? If you think what he offers is a good lay, then you're a fucking idiot. No offense Vega, but I'm sure if you had any other experience, you'd agree." "Maybe you just weren't any good…" Kelly's words were Jade's last straw as the raven haired teen dove at the blonde, fists prepared for slaughter. If a large Asian man, emerging from the kitchen, hadn't grabbed her arms to drag her out, Jade would have wrapped her pale fingers around that tanned throat without an inkling of mercy. Their friend's, now on the verge of physically assaulting what they assumed was the cook, exodus was a sign that they should probably leave too, leaving Kelly and Beck behind at the food joint to pretend that nothing just happened. It took the might of Andre, Cat, and Tori to hold Jade back as the teens watched Beck and his new girl exit and get in his car to leave. "So, this went well…" "Don't say another word, ...

... Harris…" Jade said, rubbing her arm where the cook had grabbed her a bit too tightly. "I can't believe none of you backed me up in there." 'Look," Robbie said, praying he wouldn't incur Jade's wrath, "I don't like her or her whole Jenny Tsunami schtick, but Beck is our friend and we should put up with-" "You just make a Johnny Tsunami reference?" Andre said quizzically. "You know that movie is like 20 years old, right?" Robbie didn't get a chance to answer as Jade interrupted the off-topic conversation's progression. "He's not MY friend, so you can shove that kumbaya bullshit up your ass, Shapiro. I'm out of here… C'mon Cat… you too, Vega. Let's go." Tori had no idea why she was following the angry teen to her car, her mind still awash from Beck's surprise, and the near nuclear catfight she'd just witnessed, but there she was. As she watched Robbie and Andre disappear from the rear window, the youngest Vega couldn't help but feel like things could have been completely different if her summer had been spent here. * * * Jade's room had received a total makeover since the last time Tori had seen it. There was a splash of colour- greens, and reds, and purples- over-lapping the blackness that normally occupied her walls. Tori wasn't sure if this was Cat's doing or if Jade honestly was lightening up thanks to her boyfriend's influence. The most surprising piece, however, was that Jade's nightstand featured a thick comic book with a scantily clad girl with a baseball bat. As far as ...